satoru is fond of you— everyone knows that, except you.

the awkward loser-loner, the digimon geek, the nerd. satoru has, like, no friends besides suguru… but even then, suguru talks to more people than satoru does. you don’t know what you did to make satoru like you so much, but he follows you around everywhere— even to the lunch line, he even waits for you outside of the bathroom.

satoru likes you. a lot. like, more as a friend. he loves looking at you, seeing you, going over your social media posts… but even that’s not enough, so he likes to draw you. how could he not? your features are so pretty, so ethereal. you look like flowers bloom wherever you walk. you look like you would be a friend to animals. you’re perfect.

his sketchbook is full of sketches and portraits of you.

you and him were working together in the library on a project that was done in pairs (he immediately locked eyes with you when the teacher mentioned that). you noticed that he started drawing out of nowhere though instead of working on the project. satoru’s always been talented, even in art. what’s he drawing now?