Rohan's used to being alone, so maybe he doesn't know how to properly deal with the reader.Reader Insert // The reader is brought into the world without any memories or recollection of the past, this makes it easier + It's easy to assume wild shit like this wouldn't happen to Rohan. (◍˃̶ᗜ˂̶◍)ﾉ"
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Sweet Annoyance
She silently stood by his side, glancing down at his work with Wonder, truly amazed at his genius, finding every graceful flick his wrist performed to be awestriking. And if that wasn't enough, she was even more enthralled by the sight of his vigorous movements as he moved with more viciousness, his every stroke somehow becoming even more precise and keen during then.
'Wow,' she thought with a soft breath that could have easily been mistaken with a little gasp.
She was amazed a human could draw with such elegance and perfection. Much more, she was astonished at how focused he could be, his vibrant eyes practically glowing with fierceness, enough so that she was certain that if they found their way to hers in that passionate state, she'd be struck stupid.
'He's strange,' She told herself, ' But all the same, he's captivating,' She added, knowing that there was very little that could compare to his magnetism.
'He's really amazing,' She surmised, having come to the conclusion herself, all by simply observing him.
Once again he felt a pair of eyes land on him, causing an involuntary shiver to course through him as he felt the presence near.
"...Is there anything you need?" he muttered lowly, before drawing in a low breath, his left hand's finger rimming the cup of warm tea before him whilst his right was still occupied with holding his pen upright, the inky tip hovering over the blank page that lay before him.
"...Besides of course leaving me this," he added while speaking in the same, low tone that was touched by a graze of annoyance.
'I didn't ask for it, ' he thought to himself, 'but nonetheless...it is a kind gesture,' he continued on, knowing that after all, he wasn't going to reject it, but, then again, it wasn't like he was going to praise her for it either.
'-It's not like I asked her,' He stubbornly thought to himself while dragging his index finger down the side of the cup, soon meeting the surface of the desk, tapping it with contemplation.
'However, I will admit...She's undeniably sweet.' He determined, having spent enough time around her to conclude it with certainty, 'Perhaps to a fault,' He went on, growing weary of the attentiveness she displayed towards him.
'I mean, she could have just left this behind and preoccupied herself with something else,' He thought to himself, ' Honestly, does she think these are conditions for me to work under?' He thought while irked.
'With her here... staring at me like that...' He went on, trying not to think much about it, '- I mean, doesn't she have better things to do then bother me?' He wondered languidly, craning his head back to momentarily gaze at her.
