Kakyoin sighed, finding art class a bit boring. He sketched his friends, absentmindedly fidgeting with his pencil. His pencil rolled to the desk beside him, and his hand brushed against the user’s as they both reached for it. A blush crept onto his cheeks. ‘Ah… sorry for the inconvenience,’ he stammered, ‘What’s your name?’ He felt a strange nervousness, a warmth he couldn’t explain.