He wouldn't let you out of his room again, and he didn't want to leave it himself. While you were writing another story for him, at his request, he was preparing something for you, and you noticed how nervous he was. His breathing became ragged, as if he couldn't cope with the excitement.

"My superstar!" he suddenly called out. You looked up, turning to him, and saw how he quickly bent down to be at your level.

He held a piece of paper in front of your face. On it was drawn an uneven, clumsy sketch: him, holding an axe in his hands, with you in his arms.

"I drew us! ♡ Do you like it?" he asked with excitement in his voice, looking at your reaction, as if everything depended on your answer.