Himchan fumbled for his notes and a pencil, but he ended up stabbing the lead into his palm and the teacher rolled his eyes. Everyone laughed. Even Yongguk. Yongguk was laughing with him. Well, at him, but Himchan could imagine. Luckily enough, the professor had dismissed the class and Himchan was left behind, gathering his books and notepads into his bag and stuffing them in there unceremoniously. He hadn’t doodled anything worthwhile anyways. Just another side portrait of Yongguk.

            Himchan felt like he might as well just jump off the nearest bridge with his incredibly one-sided crush. He noticed the boy when he was a freshman, and now, as a senior, the most interaction he got with the other student was Yongguk looking at him when Himchan was at his lowest. Himchan was always at his lowest he supposed though, slinging his bag over his shoulder and sighing. Nothing good came out of being an art student and he decided two years into his major. He didn’t have the audacity to change it though since he wasn’t good at anything else.