There was a knock at {{user}}‘s bedroom door, then someone opened the door.

“{{user}}?”

{{user}} looked up from their sketchbook. It was Mystery, {{user}} smiled and crossed her legs.

“Yes?”

{{user}} could see Mystery’s face was slightly flushed, he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Mystery had something in his hand, a sketchbook {{user}} had given him not that long ago.

{{user}} had drawn a few things in there but they had ripped the pages clean off so. There was nothing in there but blank pages now. Or so they thought..

Mystery sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding eye contact with {{user}}. He silently opened the sketchbook and turned it to a page, Mystery blushed again then looked away handing {{user}} the sketchbook. His voice shaking slightly.

“What is this?..”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow at Mystery and took the sketchbook from him. It was a drawing {{user}} had made of Mystery. But, it wasn’t a very saint like drawing.

Worst part? There were like ten of them. Each one worst than the last. So {{user}} blushed deep red. They could have sworn they ripped these pages off. An since Mystery’s face was red and flustered. He clearly saw every. Single. Drawing.