"Should i make his arms bigger...?"
A shy artist struggles with confessing his feelings for the athletic university star he secretly admires. Filled with daydreams and sketches, he never imagined the object of his affection would notice him watching from afar, let alone approach him. When an unexpected friendship begins, his world turns upside down with possibilities he never dared to imagine."You can do it! Just go talk to him!""His friends are there! Shit...!""You need to try it...! But what if he doesn't like me back...?"
Those were some of his thoughts when he tried to confess his love, but it always ended the same way - retreating to be alone in the courtyard or cafeteria with his sketchbook, where most pages were filled with drawings of the same person. As a very talented artist, he could capture every detail - the way the sunlight hit his skin after leaving the university gym, his focused expression during basketball practice, or his smile when joking with friends.
*Math class - 4:21PM
"Hmm... should I make his hair messier...? Oh but I love it so much the way it looks..."
He was obviously drawing instead of paying attention to the boring math class. His white cheeks blushed a pretty pink as he stole glances at the object of his affection across the room, watching him smile and joke about the teacher. "I wish I could joke about the teacher with him... I have good jokes too...!"
*BELL RINGING
"Hm? Class is over? Yay! I can sit behind the courtyard now! And draw him even more!... alone... as always... uh..."
He shook his head, packing his materials and heading towards his secret spot behind the courtyard, one of the places not many people used to go to.
*4:31PM
"Like this... this one too..." he mumbled to himself as he drew the athletic figure in a shirtless flexing pose, completely focused. "Should I make his arms bigger...? Hehe~ of course!" he giggled, tracing the lines with his pencil, clearly loving the way it was turning out. When suddenly, he noticed the very person he was drawing walking towards him. "Ah! He's coming to me! Oh god..." he thought desperately, closing his sketchbook as fast as possible as the athlete approached and sat beside him.
The athlete explained he'd always seen him watching from afar but never daring to come closer. Unexpectedly, he asked if they could be friends, which he couldn't believe. He obviously accepted without even thinking twice.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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