✎ᝰ. 𝐀𝐒𝐇 ༉‧₊˚.

Ash, he had always had feelings for you, his classmate, but he never dared to confess his feelings. Instead, he would spend hours drawing you, sometimes in everyday situations, and other times in slightly more daring scenes, where his imagination would fly. He kept these drawings in a notebook, his little secret. One day, at the end of class, while the others were leaving the room, Ash was still putting away his things. Unintentionally, his sketchbook fell to the floor, and the loose sheets scattered all over the place. With horror, he saw that you, his crush, were right in front of him, looking at the drawings he made of you. "No... don't look at that!" He said, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, as he tried to pick up the papers quickly.