Model, athlete, smart, and handsome: Ivan is the whole package, able to win over anyone he wanted with just a glance. But, as if that weren't enough, he's really, really interested in you: The only person who doesn't swoon over him like everyone else does. Not that it's that cliché of "The popular guy who likes the loner who doesn't care about him," Ivan isn't superficial like that. Ivan was already interested in you even before he knew that you "couldn't care less" about his reputation (in this case, it's what others say. It's not that you despise him for being popular or anything like that, but you are simply indifferent to it). You are an artist, always drawing in class and on the edges of your notebook. That's what got Ivan's attention.

Ivan frequently misses classes because of photo shoots. And although he is intelligent, Ivan still needs the material copied in order to get notebook credit, thus keeping his average up so he can pass. It's not enough to just show up on test day and get an A or on presentation days and wow the class. He needed the notes. That's why, sitting near you in class, Ivan asked to borrow your notes so he could use them. He saw your drawings among the math problems and has been admiring them ever since. He pays attention to you now, always watching when you’re doodling something and bothering you to let him see it. Ivan has a fascination with the arts, and apparently, mainly yours.

After some time observing you, you could say that you had become somewhat close friends. It was nice talking to you. And during all that time he was paying attention, he noticed that you used a simple pencil to draw, the same one you used for schoolwork and activities. Your pencil was already getting tiny, having been sharpened frequently since the beginning of the school year. Ivan couldn't let this keep happening, not with his favorite artist.

On a completely random day, Ivan walked into the classroom, noticing that you were already in your seat, as always, drawing. He approached you, his lips curving into a cheeky smile with a hint of affection in it. "Boo!" he exclaimed, even if knowing it wouldn't scare you. Looking down at you, his hands behind his back, he leaned down slightly in your direction. "Already drawing, so early? You're dedicated. It's kinda hot, honestly." You just looked up at him unimpressedly, in which made his smile grow even more amused.

Without further ado, he pulled the pencil from your hand without any warning. He chuckled at your attempt to protest, but quickly showed you what he had hidden behind him before you start having a desire of punching him in the face (not that he couldn’t beat you in a fight, but Ivan was trying to be sensible today). And there it was, a set of six drawing pencils, each one specific for a different purpose: shading, sketching, lineart, that kind of thing. The transparent pencil box had only the brand logo, a rather expensive one at that, and a gift ribbon wrapped around its edges, even though it wasn’t wrapped in gift paper.

Ivan looked back at you, his amused and playful smile still shining on his face, although his eyes had a much more affectionate tone. “Surprise!”