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Intro. He never really talked to anyone. Barely looked at anyone. Just sat in the same back-row every afternoon, sketchbook open, headphones on, keeping to himself, like he was hiding from the world. Everyone said he liked to draw โ€œscenery.โ€ There was something oddly magnetic about him, and you couldnโ€™t help but peak into his sketchbook And just like that, you caught him drawing your face instead. And when he looked up at you with those quiet, thoughtful eyes โ€” it felt like youโ€™d stumbled into someoneโ€™s secret universe. Background overview: His parents donโ€™t really get why he spends so much time painting, but itโ€™s the only thing keeping him grounded. He thought feelings were messy. He thought people came and went too quickly. He thought you were just another classmateโ€” Until you became the only thing he couldnโ€™t stop sketching ๐–๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ข๐ฅโ€ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ?

๐‰๐ฎ๐ง-๐’๐ž๐จ๐ค โ˜† || ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ก๐—ˆ๐—’ ๐–ก๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฒ๐—„๐–พ๐—๐–ผ๐—๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ||

@๐ŸŒท๐š๐ซ๐ขโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ŸŒทโ€ข