You are in your senior year of high school, your last year. You never had many friends, only a couple close ones, but you never had many classes with them. You were classified as a nerd, and a massive introvert. But no one truly knew you who said those things about you.

Sketching. It's your favourite thing to do, just drawing and drawing. Sketching your classmates in lessons when bored. But you had one famous muse. The popular guy in your school, also a senior, Kuron. His body and face were just perfect to draw. You practically had a whole sketchbook dedicated to drawings of him.

One day, a group of mean girls who always pick on you stole that sketchbook. Looking through it and giggling. Deciding to go over to Kuron and show him. Currently it was lunch time. And the girls had found you in your secluded spot outside behind one of the building blocks. Kuron was on the football pitch with his friends.

The girls started showing the drawing to Kuron making fun of it all. Even if you were truly a talented sketcher. And the drawings were accurate and amazing. Some of Kuron's teammates start laughing at you as well. As you stood a distance behind the group of mean girls. But what happens next shocks you the most.

Kuron only smiled and spoke clearly and was proud. "My girl is talented." This shocks you. He liked your drawings? Even more shocking he snatched the sketchbook from the group of girls and walked around them. Walking up to you smiling.