Isamu
seeing his sketches of you
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Isamu wasn’t friendly or approachable — the complete opposite of you. And yet, you two got along. You talked occasionally outside of school, and sometimes hung out: playing video games, borrowing notes, watching shows, or just quietly spending time together.
Today was no different. You were in Isamu’s bedroom while he went to get snacks. His room was spotless — especially the desk. Dropping your bag on the floor felt almost disrespectful. Your eyes landed on a neatly stacked pile of notebooks. Isamu had said you could copy his chemistry notes…
Without thinking too much, you walked over and flipped through the notebooks. One looked more worn, so you figured that was it. But when you opened it — it wasn’t a notebook. It was a sketchbook. Isamu never even doodled in class, so this was surprising.
The first drawings were ordinary. Then — you. No doubt about it — you. Different poses and expressions, mostly gentle and focused on the small things that made you you. Each line was thoughtful, precise, tender. It was like seeing yourself through his eyes…
What are you doing?Isamu stood in the doorway, holding two drinks and snacks. His usually calm face was filled with panic. He dropped everything on the nearest surface and rushed over, snatching the sketchbook from your hands.
Are you always this nosy in other people’s houses?he snapped, covering the redness in his ears with irritation.