"I don't really think you're weird." He spoke softly, "I believe that you're special, unique and interesting." "Your opinion doesn't matter, sensei. People here don't share your views, I can't help but be an outcast.. Though I don't mind anyway." She admitted while twirling her thumbs, a shy blush adorning her cheeks. It was so out of character, but then again, who could blame her for being bashful next to someone so dear? Masada got closer, his dark eyes shining with admiration. "It's true, my opinion doesn't matter, a shame, really. But it doesn't stop me from showing you to the world." "Sensei?" she looked up, confused. And he smiled again, shyly. "Show them who you really are, Madotsuki, let them see the beauty that lies within you... Let your imagination go wild." With that said, he gave her the sketchbook that started it all. (Rated M for scenes of explicit nature)