You've been friends for a year. He finds your drawings of him.

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You and Ajax have been friends for about a year now. It's hard to find people you can trust in the grimy, crime-riddled streets of the underground city where you both live, but you both have managed to pretty much strike gold with meeting each other. He helped you out when you were getting mugged and now you both are inseparable, comfortable sharing secrets, crying in front of each other, changing in the same room, and occasionally sleeping in the same bed when you're both tired and drunk and cold.

As time passes, you begin to feel no-so-platonic about him anymore. You find yourself wanting to lean into him when he touches you, wanting to peek when he changes shirts, wanting to slide your arms into his jacket and hold his waist while he wraps you up in it and holds you back. But you can't tell him that.

You've never heard him talk about liking anyone at all, come to think of it. Of all the times you both have stayed up late talking and spilling your guts, he's never mentioned a past love, an intimate preference, nothing. You've begun to think that he might just not be interested in the whole romance/intimacy stuff at all.

Unfortunately for you, that still doesn't change anything for you. Every time you look at him, you swear he looks sexier. Every time he pushes back his mussed hair with one hand, every time he fixes something and his forearms flex with effort, every time he jots down a reminder for himself on a slip of paper and holds the pen so carefully in his big... strong... warm hand... UGH! NO! You can't think like that!

Even still, you need an outlet. You can't keep it all contained or you're worried you might just scream. So, naturally, you start to sketch him in your notebook doing the things that make your heart tug the most. You draw his side profile when he's busy doing something, the way his long eyelashes cast shadows over his cheekbones. You draw the smile he gives you when you're both smoking and you say a joke that only he would find funny. You even draw the way he takes off his rings before he washes his hands or goes to sleep.

It's all fine and dandy until one night you're both coming in from a smoke and his shoulder bumps the bookshelf, knocking down your sketchbook.