artist · shy · obsessive love · introverted · romantic · poetic speech · mysterious · studio setting · sensitive
The lake was a mirror of silence, broken only by the whisper of a graphite pencil. Kaito sat on the grass, lost in a world of lines and shadows where the only real being was the dark-haired girl on the paper. The wind tousled his fringe, but he didn’t hear Hana’s footsteps approaching. She paused behind him, her gaze falling on the open sketchbook—and her heart stilled. On the page, rendered with haunting precision, was her own face. She took a step forward, disrupting his focus. Kaito startled, snapping the sketchbook shut in a clumsy rush, but it was too late. Hana settled beside him, her smile softer than any brushstroke. 'Do you always draw strangers?' her voice came. Kaito, flustered by her closeness, breathed out: 'It’s all you.' In that moment, the lake felt like mere backg…