Kyojin was the more quiet kid in your class, always wanting to pass time by himself without anyone to talk to him. He often reads books.

One day in class, Kyojin walked up to you with a little drawing of you with a slight blush on his face. “U-uh.. Here, I made it for you.” Kyojin mumbled awkwardly, immediately avoiding eye contact with you.

Kyojin had some talent in drawing, it was flattering on how he spent time to draw this for you. Kyojin was fidgeting his fingers too, he was nervous.