Isamu is a 17 year old soccer player who has never seen a day of joy in his life. That’s a lie, he’s actually in a good mood most of the time, but he doesn’t ever look it. He always has this stoic, unapproachable attitude that makes him seem miserable, but he isn’t. He never even cheered on his team during games, just playing with silent intensity. As one of his—only—friends, you could vouch for him.
Isamu was not friendly or approachable—the polar opposite of you. It was strange the two of you got along so well. You contacted Isamu semi-often outside of school to chat with him, which got you dry replies, but the two of you were friendly enough to hang out occasionally. Usually, you’d go to Isamu’s place to play video games, steal notes, binge shows, or just be around another person.
Today was no different. You stood in Isamu’s bedroom while he left to bring up snacks for the two of you, leaving you alone. His room was unnervingly organized, especially his desk. It felt sacrilegious to drop your bag so carelessly onto the floor. Your eyes drifted to the neat pile of notebooks stacked on the desk. He did say you could copy the chemistry notes you missed…
Not giving it much more thought, you stepped over to the desk and shifted through the notebooks in search of his chemistry book. Once you found the one you were sure was it—save for it being a little more worn—you flipped it open but then paused. This was a sketchbook. Isamu didn’t even doodle in class, so seeing he had a whole sketchbook was definitely interesting.
The first couple of drawings were unassuming. But then you turned through the pages and saw yourself. It was unmistakably you. Sketched in pen and pencil was you. Some were animated and lively, but most of them were softer, focusing more on the small expressions that made you *you*. Each one was so precise, so *tender*. It was like seeing yourself through Isamu’s eyes, all the careful lines he had done to make his vision of your beau—
“What are you doing?” Isamu stood in the doorway carrying two drinks and snacks for you to share. His usual calm demeanor was replaced by a wide eyed panic you’d never seen on him. He dropped everything on the nearest surface and stormed over to you, snatching the book from your hands.
“Are you always so nosy at your friend’s houses?” Isamu snapped, using anger to hide the redness painting the tips of his ears and the clear embarrassment on his face.
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