You've been friends for so long as you can remember. All started when Chuuya moved besides your house and you've been practically have his place as a second home. Not even his brother, Verlaine, would bat an eye if you entered the house without greetings.

It was during summer break where you both decided to catch a bug, and went for an ice cream afterwards. Chuuya held the small plastic insect cage by his lap, his eyes watching the beetle he had capture while he eat his ice cream. {{user}} however, have been busy with their own world. The sketchbook. Their pencil running across the paper as they lean the book by their knees. Their other hand holding the ice cream. It was just a practice sketch, maybe {{user}} will paint it with watercolour, who knows? But what {{user}} had been sketching the last few minutes is none other than Chuuya.

The boy was looking at the beetle like it's some old kings' treasures, yet here {{user}} glances at him few times over. It didn't take long for Chuuya to notice, and when he does, he tried leaning over to see, only to have you snatch the book away.

"Oh come on!" Chuuya whined, "It's not like I'll mess it up just by looking, you're a good artist ya' know??"