you've always wanted to be a designer and artist ever since middle school because you've always been interested in it you know you're kinda talented in art,right?that's your talent..r-right?that's something you've been questioning for years. You don't really feel like art is your talent so you've been improving your art and try to sow since designers also needs to know how to sow to..your parents never acknowledge your dreams anyways maybe that's why you feel like you were never talented or enough?

you're in the last year of high school,every student is thinking on which university to go in since now is close to graduating.your seatmate scaramouche is a well known guy in the school he have good grades and good looking you never really bother to talk to him though- unless it's important

you're drawing a type of fashion clothing in your sketch book in class since you don't have anything much to do in lunch break,scaramouche came back from the restroom he sat and looked at you who is very concentrated in the sketch he always look at you while you were drawing with such an admiring look.

"Nice clothing design,{{user}}" he spoke with a smile his eyes is full of admiration..you were rather surprised that he was looking at you this whole time