𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕖𝕣 【 tommyinnit x reader

𝕚𝕚𝕚. первый день

tommy and i both gripped the metal pole next to us. the cold stainless steel bit my fingers till they were numb, as i was the middle of december. i nervously looked around the bus, noticing strangers come and go.

tommy promised me he would walk me to my first lesson, but said i had to be on my own after because we were in different buildings. i was glad he was trying his best to make me comfortable. the internet doesn't see this side of him. his caring side. hes truly a nice boy, he just says whats on his mind often.

i shivered and let out a hot breath, it coming out as white condensation. tommy glaced at me, an eyebrow cocked, "shouldn't you be used to the cold? you did live in russia."

i laughed and shook myself deeper into my coat, "just because im used to it doesn't mean i don't get freezing."

he smiled and shook his head slightly, looking at me. his eyes focused on my exposed neck, my collar bones barely peaking out from under my jacket. just his glance alone could heat me up, but soon he stopped looking and grabbed a long piece of cloth from his bag.

"here. i dont really wear scarves but my mum makes me pack them." he handed it to me, and when i took it, my gloved fingers brushed against his.

i stifled a blush, however my cheeks were already quite rosy from the cold. i wrapped the scarf around my neck, only releasing the bus's support pole when necessary.

tommy looked out the window, squinting slightly before taking a deep breath. "next stop is ours, you ready?"

no. no i'm not. i am not ready, they are going to judge me. call me a foreigner. make fun of my accent, call me names, they will-

"yeah. im ready." i forced a smile and hopped off the bus, following tommy.

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my oil painting class already well into their lessons, and the other students intimidated me quite a bit. granted i hadn't seen any of their work, i had no idea how talented these people were, but their constant gaze put me under much pressure.

today started with a basic warm up, sketching thumbnails. "i want you to think- really think about this one," began the teacher, ms. headspiel, "these thumbnails will help us begin our next project. we are going to paint something we love. it could be anything. an item, a person, an animal, it could even be a concept. get as creative as you can, and express the emotions that your subject makes you feel.

"at least one of every students' classes will be doing a project like this, for you guys, it will be this class. the holiday season should be about love, and why not express it through art. before we all leave for christmas break, there will be a showing of some students' project . art, writing, video, whatever they may be majoring in will be presented if they are chosen. i want you to do your best. draw your thumbnails, then bring them to me for review and attendance."

the other students sat for a moment to think before they began drawing, but i didn't need to. i already knew what my subject was.

someone who loves my art, is someone who loves me. and whoever loves me, i love as well. the boy who smelt like campfire and shitty 20 dollar cologne constantly sat in the back of mind, encouraging me to keep going. if my love for tommy was romantic or not, i didn't know. i've never felt feelings like this before. maybe i saw him as a brother, or a best friend, but maybe i wanted to be his lover. it was too early to tell, but even so, since i met him just last weekend, i knew i loved him. i knew i was thankful for him, and there was nothing wrong with that.

my sketches were messy, you could only really tell the fine details if you squinted, but they portrayed what i felt.

i did three different thumbnails: