Growing up as a social person, Sora Suzuki was surrounded by love and affection- even from the most random people. Tender strokes, gentle kisses. Love came to him in the form of five unique beings, and damn, he's in deep. But when shit happens, and...
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APRIL FIFTH, TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE
10:15 in the morning
"ANO," CAME THE SORONOUS voice of Sora Suzuki, his knuckles tapping the sliding door, head peeking inside the room he knew belonged to the art club. Various faces turned upwards, the older students recognising the kind features and sea-green eyes.
"Suzuki! Hi!" greeted Harumi Chiba, the president of the club, specks of dried paint dusting her cheeks. "How are you?"
"I'm good, thank you for asking," he replied, stepping inside. "How are you?"
"Great! What's up?"
"The ceiling," chimed Izumi Kamitani, a cheeky grin spreading across the second-year's face. Sora chuckled softly, the sound light and airy, soothing the anxieties stringing in the art club's members' bodies.
"Do you think you could help me out with something?"
"Of course!"
She really is a ray of sunshine, Sora concluded in amusement. "I need help creating a poster to get people to join the swimming club," he told her, scanning the various paintings and canvas stationed on different wooden stands. He turned to meet her, gazes locking. "Could I ask you to create one for me?"
Chiba hummed, tilting her head to the side and tapping her chin with her index finger, debating her answer. She weighed the pros and cons in her mind before deciding on her response rather exuberantly. "Sure! On one condition!"
Sora arched a brow. "And that is...?"
"I want to use you as a model."
Surprise washed over him. He blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. "A model?" he repeated, checking to see if he heard correctly.
Chiba nodded happily.
"Me?"
Again, she nodded, her broad grin never leaving her face.
"Why?"
"Why?" she echoed, eyes enlarging. "Why?! Because you're so beautiful! You'd be an amazing model!"
Sora couldn't help the way heat crawled up his neck, cheeks flushing a muted pink. Nobody had ever called him beautiful. Not as genuine and as serene as she had. It was always hot, gorgeous, stunning. But beautiful? Now that was a new one.
"Oh," he mumbled. "Thank you."
Chiba squealed at his expression. "You're so cute, Suzuki!" She bounded over to him and pinched his cheeks, unable to resist the urge to pull them apart. "I just want to lock you inside this room and shower you with compliments until you're as red as Kawasaki-chan's hair."
