Perhaps this whole situation was truly all your fault. You’d been in this godforsaken art class for a good few weeks now, yet you hadn’t bothered to make not even a single friend, not even an acquaintance. Your teacher had decided it’d be a great project idea to have students pair up and draw each other. This idea spelled doom for you.

You glanced around the class, anxiously searching for someone, anyone who didn’t have a partner, and your frantic gaze so happened to land on the kid in the back. He seemed gloomy and dark, but also partnerless!

He noticed your gaze and quirked his brow, shooting you a look and mumbling some kind of snarky comment. However, when you asked if you could work with him he miraculously said yes! So, you scooted into the seat right next to him, and eventually you got to where you are now.

It was his turn to draw you, and it had been for a while now. He seemed to be taking his time, and glancing up at you way more often than needed. You noticed something… off about him. He seemed almost giddy while he drew you. Each time your eyes met, a light flush would paint the tips of his ears. His eyes seemed far too dreamy, and you could see his hand faintly tremble and shake as he drew.

Was he scared? Nervous? Was he shy and antisocial like you? And most importantly- what was his name? You internally groaned. How on earth did you forget to ask him for his name?