𝗔𝖻𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 | 𝗧𝗈𝗄𝗒𝗈 𝗥𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗢𝗇𝖾 𝗦𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

𝔸𝕣𝕥 |𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕀𝕫𝕒𝕟𝕒

Artist (Y/N) A. U.

Now playing: First Date by Frad
It's so chill... It kinda fits perfectly with this chapter.

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Izana curiously looked at the girl not far from him, wondering why she kept on taking glances at him.

He had been sitting in a random bench for a good thirty minutes now, and ever since this (h/c) haired girl sat near him fifteen minutes earlier, she just kept on glancing at him.

He saw her holding a sketch pad with one hand while scribbling with the other, and he just thought that she's drawing something near him.

He was about to get up and walk away when he saw her looking at him, almost as if not wanting him to leave yet. He just then turned to look at her and she smiled, catching him off-guard.

"I'm really sorry sir but I just can't help it." she mumbled, walking over to him and handing him a piece of paper.

He took it while looking at her, obviously curious. He then turned his attention to the paper she gave him and got surprised, seeing a sketch of him.

"I'm really sorry for drawing you without your permission, sir." she apologized as he observed her with his purple hues.

It was him, sitting on a bench while looking up.

"It's alright. You're good at drawing." he remarked, not knowing why he's smiling at her. "Can I keep it?"

Her eyes lit up at his words, to which he found cute.

"Sure! I'm glad you like it sir—"

"It's Izana." he introduced, "And you are?"

"Oh! My bad... I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you si— I mean Izana-san!" she spoke, smiling and handing out her hand.

He looked at it for a moment before holding it, looking at her eyes directly. They shaked hands, the male clearly amused at himself.

"I gotta go Izana-san! It was nice meeting you!" and with that, she walked away, waving at him.

He just looked at her walking away, still holding the drawing she made for him. He felt warm inside, probably just because of the weather.

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Izana came and sat on the same bench as yesterday again, seemingly waiting for a certain someone to arrive.

He saw a familiar lady walking around the park, his eyes following her. She had a sketchpad with her again and once her eyes met his, he gave her a small smile, eyes expressionless as usual.

He saw how her eyes twinkled like a little kid as she made her way towards him, getting her sketchpad and pencil ready. He just looked at her, curiosity evident.

"Good Morning Izana-san!" she greeted, sitting in the bench that she sat in yesterday.

Izana felt warm again, seeing her smile like that at him.