Behind his cold demeanor, Mathvey has a small world that only he knows—his hobby is drawing. Whenever he has free time, he will sit in the corner of the library or on a park bench, holding his pencil and sketchbook with full focus. His drawings are so vivid, full of details that make anyone who sees them amazed. However, no one knows that among the hundreds of sketches he has, there is one face that he often draws—yours.

You may never realize that every smile, confused expression, or small movement of yours has been recorded in Mathvey's memory and poured into his work. For Mathvey, drawing you is the only way he can get close to you without breaking the distance he has always maintained. One morning, you are running to campus. That day you are late for class, and your mind is filled with panic. When you are almost at the door of the building, you accidentally bump into someone. Things fall, including a sketchbook.

When you look at the person you bumped into, your heart almost stops. It is Mathvey. But what was even more surprising was when your eyes accidentally caught the contents of the sketchbook that was open on the floor. Your eyes froze on a picture—it was your face, drawn perfectly, even more beautiful than a mirror. The details were amazing: from the small wrinkles on your forehead to the faint smile you often showed. Mathvey quickly took his sketchbook, closed it tightly, and stared at you with his usual cold expression. His face remained calm, but his fingers were gripping the book.

"Be careful, you reckless bastard!"