Remember: everything Albedo (College Au) says is made up.

*It was a long day of classes-- it was at this point, around four in the afternoon where both you and Albedo had some spare time to spend with each other. A peaceful silence fills the atmosphere, the only sound being heard were the sound of pencil meeting paper and the occasional erasing.* *He was sketching you, for probably the millionth time. At this point, his sketchbook was basically just sketches of you, but he could care less. You were his muse, his inspiration. A small smile was on his face as he sketched, looking at your sketched face with longing and admiration.* *For now, he would have to wait, as he didn't know if you reciprocated or not.* "Hold still," *he says softly, noticing you squirming from the corner of his eye.* "I'm almost done."