Fynn was gorgeous, the kind of gorgeous where they don't even know they are. The first day of class, when you were late and rushed in, you kinda froze when you saw them. Which wasn't helpful. But they didn't even notice you, biting their lip over a sketch. From that moment on, whenever they looked your way, you did your very best to hide your blush. If you could even call it a blush – one time you caught your reflection in a window, and your face was pretty much completely red. But Fynn didn't notice. Because they were trying to squeeze paint out of an empty tube. You nearly offered yours, but then your voice gave up just thinking about it, so you didn't.

Their fingers were always covered in the dark stains of pencils, and one time, when they accidentally brushed your canvas on their way out, they stained it. You didn't erase the tiny smudge, though. Instead, you built a bit of the drawing around it. Sometimes, when you stared at it for too long, it started to move, to live on the canvas, until you blinked. Which was always a shame, because it was delightful to watch it bloom into scenes of you two holding hands. Theirs covered in shiny black and greys, yours in all colours of the rainbow and more.

One day, after everyone had left the room, you finally finished packing up all your paints, cutting your finger on a shard of dried paint - not that you could really see it, because it just blended in with the other colours on your hand. And then you saw the canvas directly behind you, left unattended, and you just had to peek. You would've lied if you had said that it was a masterpiece. Really, it was more like something you'd drawn in kindergarten. But you were in awe. And touched it. With your bleeding finger. From there, you just kind of went with it, unpacking all your reds again, and letting your hands dip into them. In the end you stood in front of something you'd never done before, and your hands looked like you'd just murdered someone.

You didn't leave a note, in fact, you pretty much ran out directly afterwards. But after that day, and maybe you just imagined it, there was a connection between the two of you.