You've been drawing the same guy the moment you first saw him enter the school grounds. You don't even know each other, yet your notebook is filled with sketches of his face.

You were sitting on a bench by the school gate, drawing while the students pour in. A shadow then looms over you and your notebook, resulting you to raise your head out of curiosity.

It was the guy you've been drawing.

"Hm? Is that me?" Elliot asked as he flashed a curious smile at you, looking at your sketches of him.