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𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚╰┈➤ You spent your entire morning lazying around because you had nothing better to do. For being on your phone all morning, your mother scolded you to clean your room and do something productive for once in your life. So you having no choice, you went straight up to your room and begin cleaning it. You started off by making your bed before taking out the trash and bringing the dirty laundry downstairs.

"See? It's not so hard is it?", Your mother wiggled her brows at you. "I'm already exhausted mom", You cried out hoping she got the hint which she did. But she honestly didn't care. "Just clean your art supplies, and you'll be able to do what you want", She said before heading back into the kitchen. You groaned before placing your dirty clothes into the laundry machine and pouring in the detergent. You press the buttons to turn it on and made your way back upstairs. You slightly push the trap door upwards and climb your way up your room before closing the trap door.

You look over to the corner of your room to see all of your art stuff that hasn't been touch for weeks due to your focus being on school and skating. You made your way over to the corner and sat down the floor before looking at all of the old drawings and sketches you had made back then. As you were focus looking through your old art stuff, Miya peeked his head through the trap door. Since your back was face towards the entrances leading to your room, Miya thought it as an opportunity to sneak up on you so thats exactly what he did.

He place both of his palm onto your shoulders and shouted. "BOO!", You to quickly drop the painting in your hand and turn around with your hand on your chest. "What the hell Miya?", You slightly punched in him the arm. Instead, he just laughed at your reaction before reassuring you that he meant no harm.

You let out a sigh in relief before looking up to see the black haired boy no where to be found in front of you. You quickly turn around to see Miya staring at your paintings. "You're not such a bad artist yourself", He side glanced you with a grin. "Is that suppose to be an assault?", You barked back.

"No, it was a compliment idiot", He said turning around to flick your forehead. You slightly rubbed your forehead where Miya had flicked your forehead before watching him admire your creation. And then, the idea popped into your head. "Hey! Why don't I teach you how to paint?", You exclaim. Miya slightly stared at you for a moment before placing both hands on his hips. "Paint? Seriously? I'm not a child. Everyone knows how to paint", Miya remarked. But that didn't stop you from teaching him how.

You sat him down on a stool with a canvas in front of him and a paint brush and paint palette in his hand. "What the hell?", He questioned looking at his attire. You had also place an upon on him and just so no paint would ruin his clothes. "H-hey! Get this off", Miya shouted. "C'mon Miya! It's not like you have anything better to do", You frowned like a little kid. Miya letted out a sigh before agreeing to have you teach him. "I mean, what could go so wrong?"

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You showed Miya step by step. Time by time. "No idiot! You paint in his direction not that", You scolded him for his mistake. "You could have told me sooner", Miya argued back.

"Finally, you got the hang of it", You exclaimed in relief. "Yeah finally", Miya mocked. "I could have been done sooner if you had been a better teacher", Miya shouted.

Right after he was finished, he hop on your bed with his nintendo switch in his hands. You were busy cleaning up the mess you and Miya had made while you placing Miya's "masterpiece" by the window so it could dry off. Your then peaked her head through the trap door and looked over to the two of you.

"Kids, I've made some lunch for the two of you", Your mother called the two of your downstairs. You and Miya looked at each other before racing downstairs to the kitchen. Although Miya stays on a health diet for a young athlete, he seems to adore your mother's cooking. But who were you to argue? Your mother cookings was the best!

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Since Miya's race against Langa was today, he had headed home early to do his owns things leaving you alone again in your bedroom. You tried to take a small nap to pass some time before the night came, but it didn't work. You kept tossing and turning around in your bed. For some reason, you felt quite uncomfortable.

You scoffed it off before looking over at your window. You realize that you had forgotten about Miya's painting on the window when you left it out to dry off. You squinted your eyes before pushing the covers off. You got out of bed and walked over to the window.

You held the painting in your hands as you admire it. It was quite simple, but it still looked pretty nice. It was a "sloppy" painting of the Okinawa sunset, but you still loved it. You perked your head up before quickly heading over to your desk. You got out a push pin and hung Miya's painting onto the wall.

To be completely honest, it matches your bedroom theme. "Prefect", You exclaimed placing both of your hands on your hips.

Just then, the alarm went off on your phone. It was about two hours just before Miya's race. You didn't realize that you had wasted so much time tossing and turning around in your bed that it was already nighttime. You didn't check out your window said you had already closes the curtains.

𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚.