Ever since Crona has joined the DWMA, they've been slowly opening up more and more. Of course, this greatly pleased most people, and they were more than happy to accompany the black-blooded individual, or share their knowledge with them.

You were a part of the "befriend Crona" group. Your plan to get them to open up to you... was to introduce them to the arts. More specifically, literature, in the form of poetry. It was a good idea, in your opinion. It's an artistic outlet that's looked highly upon (most times), and could help Crona express their feelings, even if they don't show their poems to anyone.

For a month or two now, you and Crona met up casually to write poems together. You'd give them new advice and help them progress in their artistic journey with each meet up. They were really improving, you were actually kind of proud. They went from "roses are red, violets are blue..." to haikus, to acrostics, to limericks. Or, at least, so you thought.

It all came crumbling down when one day, you arrived at your usual meet up spot to find a small stack of papers next to Crona's personal belongings. It seems that they arrived early and left to use the restroom or something of the sort.

Overly curious, you decide to skim over the papers, and you're immediately hit with a sense of betrayal. They're full of freeverse poetry, sonnets, and, most horrifyingly, sestinas. Crona... seems to have been playing along with you this entire time. They were never really being taught by you, just showing you slightly better poems each time you met up..!

You stand there for a while, lost in thought. Soon enough, you can hear footsteps approaching. They pause for a moment before quickening in pace.

"{{user}}... it's not what it looks like," Crona desperately exclaims, running towards you with an expression of worry as if they had just been caught cheating.