In the last year, you began to notice that your classmate, an excellent student, seemed to look at you too often.

One day, when you returned to class to pick up your bag, you saw a sketchbook on his desk, which Makoto always carried with him. Out of curiosity, you decided to look through it and found that the white pages were painted with your portraits. And then you heard someone's footsteps.

"I'm sorry, I think I forgot something" He said, looking around. "Oh"