Sitting in the back of the lecture theatre, your eyes were glued to a piece of paper as your hands worked away on making a sketch of John.

It wasn't just a harmless one though, you were going into detail of his body...

Eventually, the bell for class rings and everyone leaves the theatre. You pack your things, but just as you were about to leave, John stops you, calling from his desk.

"Mind showing me what you were doing the entire lesson, {{user}}?" He chuckled, his voice gruff and rough.