Gojo Satoru Drawing Pencil Novels & Stories

’ ‘Thank you Mama. As soon as I put Mallory to sleep I switch the light back on. I pull a sketch book and pencil from the study table. I turned to a blank page of the sketch book. I hold a HB pencil on my right hand. I grip the smooth body of the blue pencil and positioned my fingers with just right distance from the very tip of the pencil. The pencil is stuck between my middle finger at the bottom, index finger at the middle and thumb on top of it. I lightly grasp the pencil and carefully begin to draw a line. I started to sketch a pair of eyebrows with moderate shading followed by the eyes.

“Of course! You shouldn’t only be perfect for me. I want everyone to know that you can be gentle and loving. You’re not just a grump and a hothead. You’re more than that. You just need to care about people besides me.” Akiko waited for a reply, but Kenji remained silent as Kenzo stood up and handed his drawing to Akiko. It was no longer just a scribble; it depicted a figure with a stick body and a large head. But seeing the long hair of one of the figures made it clear that Kenzo was trying to draw Akiko, and not alone. Kenji was beside her. Kenzo even added the detail of their hands holding each other. “Is this me?” Akiko asked. Kenzo nodded.

Her lack of friends and the busy work schedule of her parents have made it easier for her to do her work with little to no disturbance. She began to draw the actual cartoon characters that she watched - Dora, Doraemon, and Spongebob. She was able to have them executed to perfection with every detail similar to the cartoon aired on television: the imperfect square of Spongebob, the quirkiness in Dora's facial expressions, and the joyful body of Doraemon came to life. Her drawings were in shades of gray. The lack of color did not hinder the characters from being well-drawn and made lively by just a simple touch of her pencil that was considered poor quality in creating an art piece. She had no

Tuluyan ng tumakas ang mainit na luha sa mga mata ko ng marinig ang sinabi niya. Tama siya no'ng sinabi niyang idinikit na bond paper na lang ang laman ng sketch pad ko at simpleng monggol pencil lang ang gamit ko sa bawat sketch na ginagawa ko kasi ubos na rin ang mga pahina ng sketch paper at wala na rin yung mechanical pen binigay lang naman 'yon ni Bingo para sa birthday ko eh at sayang naman sa pera kung bibili pa ako. Pinahid ko ang takas na luha sa mata ko at pinigilan siyang alisin ang mga inilagay niya sa push cart.

It lay on a nearby table, its intricate lines and contours waiting to be brought to life once again. With focus, Ariana picked up a pencil and hovered it over the next blank space before her. The sketch held a special meaning, a piece of art that resonated deeply within her. As she began to recreate the lines, her hand moved breathing life into the paper. Ariana immersed herself in the act of drawing. Each stroke of the pencil represented a connection between her imagination and the tangible world. The rhythmic sound of drawing. As she meticulously recreated the details, Ariana's mind wandered, her thoughts drifting towards Mateo. The memory of his kind gesture lingered, intertwining with th

Jo accepted the paper gently, unfolding it with careful fingers. At first glance, it looked like a simple child’s drawing: messy lines, smudged colors. But the longer Jo stared, the colder her blood ran. It was a drawing of a massive wolf, dark and powerful, kneeling under a broken moon. Its silver eyes were hollow and sad, its paws chained to the ground by thick black tendrils. Beside it, a man, tall, crowned, broken, stood slumped over, clutching his chest as blood spilled from his side.

This is not negotiable. The reply came in under forty seconds. *Agreed.* Not *understood*, not *of course* — just *agreed.* Which was the version I trusted. I put my phone face down. Leo was drawing something else now — a different picture, his posture looser, the particular focus he had when he'd moved on from something and was working on something new. Nora had given him the red pencil and he was using it for something that appeared to be a car, very fast, going somewhere with a lot of lines behind it.

I start to look around the library, searching for something to draw with. "Looking for this?", I jump in my seat and turn to see Massimo standing just few feet away from me, his usual expressionless look is in place. He is holding out a sketchbook and a set of pencils and I narrow my eyes at him. I am surprised but I feel wary of him at the same time. Why is he back so soon? Wait, I must have lost track of time. Still, why is he giving me pencils... something I could stab him with?

Chang Minsu sat on the opposite seat. "Anime mostly, but I like to draw portraits, though no one ever wants to hold still long enough for me to do that." "Really, do you have any with you?" Chang Minsu leaned over and lifted something out of the bag he carried. "Just these. They're not very good, but…" Chang Minsu dropped off as Hae Jae-Woo took the red art book and flipped through the pages. Hae Jae-Woo slowed down after a few pages and stared intently at the pictures.

“You think so?” Tatsu nodded eagerly. “Totally. I’m gonna tell Mrs. Nakamura you should get a prize for that. It’s the best thing I’ve seen all day!” Hibiki’s cheeks turned a soft pink, and he ducked his head a little, returning to his drawing. He hadn’t expected so much praise for something so simple. He loved drawing, but it was a bit overwhelming when someone else noticed it so much. Yet, Tatsu’s words made him feel proud of what he’d created.