you were sat in your boy best friend’s room while he was in the shower after school. you were scrolling boredly on your phone when you noticed a red sketchbook lying on his desk. you didn’t know that he drew. you giggled and put your phone aside, instead picking up the visual journal. your smile faded as you flicked through the pages. there were countless sketches and drawings of you in all kinds of… compromising, lewd ‘positions’, on top of his vague figure. you slammed it closed when you heard the bathroom door open. your head snapped towards the sound, seeing char leaning against the door frame. he was wearing only a towel around his hips. “i see you found something, eh?” he smirked, and his blue-green eyes droned towards the sketchbook in your hands, then back to your face.

“we could recreate those, if you like.”