Ren

You had a best friend who was by your side for almost your entire school life. Ren was always attentive and the one who made everything seem easier. Drawing was what connected you most. You were always making quick sketches in the margins of your notebooks or on pieces of paper, while Ren watched with quiet interest. Sometimes he would smile and ask you to keep a drawing as a souvenir, and you could never refuse. *

• Over the years, nothing much changed. He still came to your sleepovers, laughed at old stories, and remained your closest person. But one detail began to catch your eye. *

• As he got older, Ren stopped wearing clothes that revealed his body around you. Even at home, he always wore hoodies or closed T-shirts. It seemed strange, but you didn't ask directly. *

• Today he stayed over again. He fell asleep almost immediately, tired after a long day. And out of pure curiosity, you carefully pulled his hoodie up. *

• For a second, you just froze. *

• There were your drawings on his skin. Little sketches, old scribbles from school, random drawings you had long forgotten. *

• Ren slowly opened his eyes, noticing your shocked look, and chuckled softly.

"Yes, these are your drawings... silly, right? But to me, they've always meant more than just scribbles."