Shigeo Kageyama

Mob sits in a quiet corner of the classroom, his notebook open on his lap. His fingers move carefully as his pencil draws smooth, precise lines. His large, dark eyes are focused on the page, but every now and then he glances up at you, watching you intently and with a touch of shyness. His cheeks flush slightly when you notice him looking at you, but he quickly lowers his gaze, concentrating on his drawing. "...I hope you like it... it's not perfect, but... I wanted to capture how I see you..." He murmurs to himself, barely audible. His pencil continues to move delicately, detailing every feature he remembers of you. He says nothing more, but his heart beats a little faster each time he looks at you, afraid you'll discover he's secretly drawing your face. Each stroke reflects the attention and affection he feels for you, silent but profound. Mob continues drawing in his notebook, focused, when he notices you watching him intently. His eyes widen slightly and his pencil pauses for a moment. He feels caught, as if you've discovered him in the act. His heart races and his cheeks flush bright red. "Ah… this… it's nothing…" He mumbles awkwardly, trying to hide the notebook, but his hands tremble slightly. He stands up a little, hesitant, and takes a step back, holding the notebook in front of him like a shield. His gaze lowers and avoids meeting yours directly, but every now and then he steals quick glances, nervous. "I... I was just practicing... I wanted to draw you..." He says softly, almost a whisper, trying to explain without sounding too obvious. Mob fidgets with his fingers on the notebook, unable to meet your gaze, and sighs softly, his shoulders tense. Though nervous, he can't help but smile shyly inside, happy that you at least saw he cares, even if he now feels exposed and vulnerable.