Felciano walked to campus, looking around at the scenery. Looking for new drawing subjects. He was currently walking with Mei and Kiku. The two of them were conversing with each other as usual. Normally Feliciano would occasionally join them but his attention was elsewhere. As he walked he would periodically glace his phone. hoping for a text or something from Ludwig. Ever since their phone call three days ago, Felciano hadn't heard anything from him. A couple of times he tried to contact him but stopped himself each time.

"Feliciano, are you alright?" Feliciano turned to see Kiku and Mei staring at him.

"Yeah," Feliciano said quietly.

"Well it's just you've been staring at your phone for a while," Kiku said sounding concerned. "Are you sure everything is alright?"

"Yeah, it's nothing." Feliciano put his phone away reluctantly. Even with it gone, his mind was constantly thinking of Ludwig. Hoping nothing had happened to him.

When they made it to campus the three of them went their separate ways. With both Kiku and Mei heading to their sculpting class while Feliciano went to the painting building. He walked up to the third floor. It was the most lit floor in the whole building. Probably in the entire campus, this made it perfect for painting. Feliciano walked over to the dry racks and pulled out his current campus. On it was a halfway done bowl of fruit. Still-lifes weren't Felicianos favorite subject to paint but this was a required class for his painting major. So, this was just something he'd have to deal with for now.

In the center of the room, the professor was setting up the fruit bowl as close as she could to the last class. Feliciano held up his canvas to find the angle he painted at. Know sitting in the wrong spot could messing up the whole thing. Once he found the right spot he placed his campus down on the easel. Next, we walked over to the supplies closet and grabbed some paint. He also grabbed a cup and filled it with water. Placing all of them up on the easel, he turned towards his bag and pulled out a pallet and a series of brushes. After doing a quick brush check, he started to work.

There was something about painting that Feliciano found calming. From mixing the colors to actually painting the picture itself, it all so peaceful. As he painted he started seeing the picture come to life. He was careful to keep the colors fro mixing. If they did he would use one of his smaller brushes to mix the colors around it a little. Then it didn't look like a mistake. Occasionally he would take a little break. Either to let the paint dry a little or just to stretch. Of course, it wasn't a long one but it always felt great too.

When class was done, Feliciano made his way to the dining hall. He grabbed himself a wrap. He still had an hour and a half before his next class so he had some time. He pulled out his phone. Before he knew it had opened his messenger app. He stared at it for a moment. It was still lacking any new messages from Ludwig but Feliciano couldn't help but stare at it. After a few moments, he forced himself to close the app.

"It's okay," he thought to himself taking a bite of his wrap. "Ludwig and I have gone longer without communicating with each other. He's just busy."

For his second class, Feliciano put all of his effort into his art. For the most part, it worked. Though occasionally his mind would go to Ludwig. When it did he kept picturing Ludwig either hurt or upset. Feliciano would take a quick deep breath before going back to work.

After he was done with classes, Feliciano went back to his dorm. When he got there he found it empty. He shrugged it off. Unlike what he would normally do, he pulled out his laptop. He opened up a private savings account. It was with a local credit unit near the school, unlike the one his parents knew about which is with a bigger bank. He made sure to make a majority of his purchases from the account his parents knew about. It was hard to prove but Feliciano was sure that his parents checked the account often. He often used the other account to buy the clothes he wanted and anything else related to his transition. If his parents ever found about this account they'd flip out.

Looking at the account he saw he had a decent amount of funds in it. He then looked at his schedule and saw he didn't have many projects due in the upcoming weeks. He proceeded to turn on his phone and opened up his art based Instagram. It was a place where he could share his original artworks as much as he desired. Sure he wasn't the most popular artist on the site but he had been getting a decent following in recent years. He opened up the new post button and pressed on a few familiar pictures. The first one read in bold black letters, Commissions Opened! He went through the whole details about how to contact him for one. When it was all done he posted it.

Doing commissions was actually very rewarding for Feliciano. Sure it was a lot of extra work, but it didn't matter to him. It proved to him that he was able to make money doing art. Proth he was on the right career path.

"Hey Feli," Mei said walking into the room. She placed her bag on her desk and climbed on her bed. "How were your classes?"

"They were good," Feliciano said with an upsetting tone.

"Are you okay?" Mei asked softly.

"I don't know." Feliciano closed his laptop and stared at his phone. "It's just Ludwig and I had a phone call a few days ago. I haven't heard from him since then."

"It's probably nothing." Mei shrugged a little and smiled.

"I think so but it hasn't left my mind all day." Feliciano looked out the window. "I'm worried about him."

"I see." Mei remained quiet for a moment. "How long have you been worried."

"It started this morning," Feliciano began. He was fiddling with his phone as he spoke. "It's weird. We've gone more than three days than talking before. I don't know what is making this time so different. I mean he sounded a little off near the end. I had shown him that cool chest binder I showed you guys the other day. Remember the one that looks like A Starry Night? He was talking quietly when I did. I know art isn't really his thing but. Wait."

"What is it?" Mei leaned in a little closer.

"I embarrassed him." Feliciano collapsed back on his bed, covering his face. His face began to quickly heat up. "That's why he's avoiding me!"

"I doubt that," Mei said though she did laugh a little. "If Ludwig is really your friend him being a bit embarrassed won't ruin everything."

"But Ludwig is different. I can't describe it but there's something about him. I don't feel this way about anyone. we only met a few months ago but I feel closer to him than I do to other people. Like how I can just be me. And I don't have to worry about him ever leaving."

"Hmm," Mei appeared to think about it for a moment. "You sure you never felt like this about anyone before?"

"Now that you mention it." Feliciano thought about it for a moment. "I feel similarly to."

Feliciano stopped for a moment. He sat frozen in place for a few good minutes.

"Are you okay?" Mei got off her bed and walked closer to him.

"The only other person I felt like this with is Jason," Feliciano said in a state of shock. "Mei I think I have feelings for Ludwig."