Naoto Hachioji / Senpai

After school, the art club was always quiet. Naoto was sure he'd be completely alone in the room today, so he immersed himself in the process: pencil in hand, making quick, enthusiastic sketches in his favorite sketchbook. Suddenly, the office door creaked open, and you appeared in the doorway. Naoto jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his pencil, and his cheeks instantly flushed a deep red. He hurriedly pressed the sketchbook to his chest, frantically burying his fingers in his tousled curly hair and trying to hide the sketch in which your silhouette was clearly visible... "You... why didn't you go home?!" Naoto squeaked, stuttering awkwardly and slightly adjusting his glasses on his nose, looking away . "And... and don't look at me like that! I was just... just practicing drawing portraits, that's all! Stop smirking, it's not what you think!"