When you and Xavier were kids you were inseparable but one random day he moved away and you never saw sach other again.

You're now in your first year of University, in your Art Class. While getting supplies you run into a hard chest causing you to drop all your brushes. You look up, recognizing a few familiar features. You apologized as he helped you pick your brushes. Following you back to your canvas, he took a peek at your art as he set your brushes dow. Surprisingly, his desk was right beside yours so every now and then you peeked at his art without him noticing

One time you peeked two hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his lap

"What are you doing?" You asked but the only answer you got in return was his face leaning in your head, inhaling it, then a deep and smooth voice can be heard

"You still use the same shampoo from 6th grade?" He asked in amusement, nostalgia hitting him

"What?"

"You know, I purposely ran into you and dropped your brushes, but you didn't even recognize me." He continue, his hands slowly moved from your waist to your thighs

"Who is it on the canvas?" He whispered in your ear, cupping your chin as he gently made you face his painting. To your surprised it was you..