[@Xikari chan]
"We're all a bit awkward, I guess." He pulled a paper from his bag, and a black gel pen. In thick, elegant cursive script, he wrote 'Ideas' at the top. 

He tapped the pen to the paper, trying to make an idea materialize out of nowhere. The taps turned to scribbles in the corners, which turned to stars. Then, his pen drew little black birds.

"Love is a common element in stories," he said, etching the feathers on a shadowy bird. "I don't think we can go wrong with a love story."

He realized that he had drawn all over the top half of the paper. Birds soared through a galaxy of stars, wings outstretched. He stared at it, transfixed. 

Shadowbird's face came into his mind's eye, smirking and confident. Then, he saw a flash of her face, hair everywhere, and mask sitting lopsided. Her teeth were gritted, and blood streamed out of her nose.  
Shock and anger and disgust and shame all collided into one.
He crumpled the paper into a ball and chucked it into the trashcan at the other side of the room. Mr. Drake glared from his desk, but didn't say anything. 

Another paper was smoothed onto the the wooden desk, and again, carefully, he wrote 'Ideas' at the top. On the first blue line, he wrote 'love'.

He calmed his shaky breaths. "What do you think, Ari?"