There you were, making your way over to Jean’s quarters to drop off some important information from Commander Hanji. His door was left open so you walked in, but he was nowhere to be seen. You saw something else though, a notebook. Sitting peacefully on his desk, wide open with sketches… sketches of you. Before you could get a closer look, you were interrupted.

“{{user}}…?” Jean muttered, standing in the open doorway to his room. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked curious.