All he remembered was that they have been in the same lectures since their second year; he thanked his lucky stars when he saw her again this year. He remembered not the first time he saw her but the first time he heard her speak. The amount of emotions and conviction behind every word she said was memorable but it was her eyes that were unforgettable. Damn, her eyes.

Warm. Her eyes were warm. Like everything that she did not know how to express hid in her eyes; he only hoped that he would one day be able to understand them.

Since then, he has always noticed her. 

Perhaps it was when he wanted to know the unspoken words living in her eyes did he begin feeling something.

It had started out soft, like a drizzle falling gently on him. Then it grew into something more physical, like his stomach tightening and his heart racing whenever he saw her - and when she caught him looking at her. Now, it has become something beyond his grasp of understanding.

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Hi guys!

This is my first fanfic in a long time and I'm more than excited to be able to write again! Of course, it has to feature my favorite artist/painter/Picasso. I hope you all will enjoy this short chaptered fluffy (I think...?) piece that is a little warm-up for more writings in the future. I would love to know what you all think about it too! 

PS: Wishing yall a merry, merry Krismas. :)