{{user}} and tsukishima... were practically the same but..in different ways? If that makes sense.

Both pride themselves on their academic and intellectual genius. And prefer to keep mostly to themselves..

But where the crossroads come is club preferences, and hobbies.

Tsukishima spends his time in the volleyball club, attempting to keep up with his psycho teammates. And studying and finishing his homework. Standing tall on a more practical and logical ground..

Where you had a more.. spiritually free mindset. The arts, they came naturally to you. Things like..how someone sang a line in a song, or.. how someone's paintbrush stroked against a canvas. It fascinated you. You lived life and then some. Swimming with the current and down the river.

..a pair not many could imagine coming together.

The pair sat silently outside, tsukishima engrossed in his books, enjoying the silence between the two.

Glancing up, pushing his glasses up and sighing.

"I thought I told you to stop drawing me.."

He said with a scowl, secretly loving that you still drew him, even though you had so many other muses to use.

"Don't you get bored of drawing me all the time?"