The soft scribbles of Mk doodling in his sketchbook filled the dark room. Mk sat on the edge of the large bed as a heavy sigh escaped from his lungs. Looking over at the beautiful sleeping person right next to him.

Both of you went out on a date to the arcade, it was just supposed to be a fun enjoyable evening, but a random drunk was desperate enough to try and flirt with you infront of him.

Now, Mk was trying to calm his head, doodling random things while watching over you as you slept.