Aspiring Artists

Drawn By Her

***Ayanokōji Kiyotaka's POV

Due to a series of unfortunate circumstances, Matsuo and I were forced to take the long way home using a transportation vehicle I had no experience of. Truthfully, unfortunate as it is, it was like a blessing in disguise to me as I would be experiencing what it feels to use the train. I'm certain Matsuo had the same thoughts as me.

During my series of questions regarding what a train is to Matsuo, I've noticed that he informed me as if the train was always packed with plenty of people, but I guess, only few would use it at this time of day. Either that, or we were just lucky. It was about time we'd experience some luck in our series of unfortunate events.

Although not as full as what Matsuo made it to be, there were still a lot of people. Because of so, it was quite difficult to find an empty spot for both Matsuo and I. In the middle of our search to find a seat, I've slowly noticed my energy for this occasion to quickly run out. Not wanting to drain it any further, I told Matsuo to split up, opting for separate vacant seats compatible for a single person.

Because of my inexperience of this types of vehicles, Matsuo took a seat present in my feild of view whenever I look infront of me in a sat position. I silently thanked him for that as I felt slightly overwhelmed if I were to be alone in an environment I have yet to have knowledge of. Technically, I wouldn't be alone even if Matsuo is not present in my feild of view, but I think you get the point.

To distract myself from staring ahead and be lost in a reverie, I took out my newly bought Iphone, fiddling with it, trying to understand how to make use of it. Because of my random fiddling, I opened an app. I assume it to be the camera app as I saw a mirrored version of myself. It had its usual blank expression. Admittedly, my hope of somehow having an attractive face wavered as I slowly grew bored at looking at it.

I sighed at my self-deprecating thoughts. I guess the White Room's effort in making a perfect individual has failed as when you look at my face, you'd already see an imperfection. Though I guess it was never accounted for as the perfect being they wanted to create was their own version of perfection. I honestly blame them for how odd of an appearance I might have. They were the creators for whatever I possess, after all.

Before closing the camera app and ceasing to look at my mirrored face, I fiddled with the app once more in hopes to uncover more of its functions. With a few random touches on my phone's screen, I discovered using the camera located at the back of my phone, noticing that despite the front version already having high quality, the back version's quality was slightly better. The seating girl being displayed on my phone screen further enhanced the image's quality.

It could be argued that I accidentally looked at the girl using my phone. But my action was actually on purpose. After all, I wanted to see the appearance of the individual constantly glancing at me. Although it was very subtle, if the destination of your gaze is me, I will notice it.

Initially, I wanted to see the creep, but as I continuosly look at her, a part of me wanted to burn her image into my mind as the standard for who I consider attractive. Perhaps I was unaware of the internet shaping me into a sucker for a girl with the same appearance as the one before me.

She had light brown hair gently cascading down towards her shoulders and a violet gaze that seemed to be fully focused in whatever activity she was doing. Her right hand was weirdly holding a pen while the other was holding a small notebook. Because of those materials and the way she was holding the pen, what she was doing became clearly evident to me. From her repeated glances at me I concluded that she was drawing me, I could also tell she was an experienced one as well.

Eh—is this one of those "drawing a random stranger in the subway train" videos? Who would've known it was actually real and not staged. But to think it would actually happen to me, I'm quite honored. I honestly want to know how other people view me as.