"Roxas, give it back!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Please!" Naminé jumped for the well-used sketchbook, held hostage in the hand outstretched above Roxas' head. She knew he didn't mean to seem like a bully, but this was the only method to truly get her attention.
"Well, say yes!"
"But I don't want to!"
"Aww…" He brought out the look that automatically meant she'd give him what he wanted. She stopped jumping and averted her gaze as her pale face increased in color.
"Well, I just don't want it to be in there." A stunned Roxas felt as if he couldn't move, couldn't think. Exasperated, he looked down at her.
"What…?"
"Well…" Naminé found the courage to look up at him, and she continued. "I carry that wherever I go, and—"
"I know, that's why I asked you to draw it in this one!"
"But…" She considered the situation. "Actually, that's fine. I'll draw it. Now, my sketchbook, please?" As Roxas placed her beloved book in her hand, she smiled. No hard feelings.
The two of them walked toward her desk, which was covered with an array of drawing tools, coloring tools, papers, and used-up drawing pads. Naminé took her place in her favorite stool, gesturing toward another chair next to her for Roxas. By the time he sat down, Naminé was already bent over a new sketch. Roxas watched in awe as she captured her own likeness, leaning against the base of a tree trunk and drawing something on a sketchpad, as she often did.
"So, why didn't you want do draw it in that book again?" he asked quietly.
Without stopping, she replied, "My friends don't know about us yet."
"Oh."
"So if they see this, they'd think it was a secret, and they'd tell everybody, eventually reaching you in an attempt to embarrass me."
"Well then…why are you doing it anyway?" She paused and looked up at him, smiling. "Because if you do something for the drawing, they won't think I have some secret crush on you." The artist began to draw Roxas beside her.
"Wait!" he said, gently grabbing her wrist. Naminé looked at him curiously.
"Huh?"
"Can I do this part? You know, for your friends?" Her eyebrows went up, and she smiled and got up from the stool, nodding. "I was going to ask you to write something here"—she pointed to a corner—"but yeah, you can." Roxas said "Sweet!" and switched to the empty stool, while Naminé occupied the chair beside him. She figured his portion might not seem as…similar, to put it in kinder terms, considering how he never truly listened during Art class. But when she decided to take a peek at what he was adding, she was amazed.
His drawing of himself didn't match the rest, but it was being drawn with amazing detail. Naminé didn't say anything to break his concentration, didn't even say "Be careful!" when he reached for colored pencils.
When his part was finished, he sat back up, sighed with satisfaction, and moved off of the stool, ready for Naminé to take over again. She shifted back to her former seat, and just as she thought there were no surprises left, her eyes drifted to the phrase of words set up near the tree. A part of Roxas' song. It was even the exact section she had in mind.
Noticing her noticing, Roxas beamed.
"You wanted it, right?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulders. She couldn't hide her broad smile. "You know everything."
"I know," he said softly before giving her a light kiss on the cheek.