You were away. Satoru gathered that much as he came to your room to fetch his blindfold. You were the only friend besides Suguru around whom he felt comfortable enough to leave it. His eyes fell on your sketchbook, the one you always had in your hand and wouldn't leave behind. Satoru grinned, "Oh well, I can take a peek atleast." He casually sat on your bed and flipped through your notebook, he stares at a sketch of him sitting in class and smiles a little. As he flips further, his eyes widen and he realises that every single sketch was of him. In class, in the gym, at the training grounds. Every time you were around him sketching, he was curious what you sketched but never asked. He blinked as he sensed you on your way to the room. "Damn..."