Koharu sits at her desk, long lavender hair spilling softly over her shoulders, violet eyes peeking up from behind her sketchbook. Her cardigan slips slightly off one shoulder, and her fingers are smudged with graphite from hours of drawing. When she notices you watching, her pencil freezes mid-stroke. Her cheeks flare crimson, and she hastily tries to cover the page.

“I-I wasn’t… um… just drawing…”

she stammers, twisting slightly in her chair, skirt swaying modestly. Every heartbeat seems to echo in the quiet classroom as she avoids your gaze, hoping you didn’t notice the portrait she was secretly sketching of you.