𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚. 𐩗𝖨𝗇𝗎𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗎❜

━ 00.04

How do you describe art?

Is it up the cosmos of paradise? - Or below the seeping hot magma of the crust. Maybe it's the beating heart of a deceased human anatomy.

Art is beauty, For art is deep. It is the eye that hold a hundred secret within the colors of paint.

Art can heal, even a blind man who saw nothing in the world. It heals even scars of pain. It's a medicine for madness.

Inui knew that and he Knew that - when he saw y/n, he saw a wonderful artwork of a god. He was cured by the madness the society crafted him to be.

And Y/n saw inui as a heavenly blessed masterpiece. She saw him as a person worth wasting every drop of expensive paint she had.

The two man traveled down the nearest shop to buy art supplies. The air-conditioned store is filled with a small amount of people, maybe because it's still early in the morning and people are still asleep. Is sleep even real?

The pastel painted walls welcome the buyers in comfort. How it absord the happy energy around people.

Inui's eyes traveled to the stack of paint, brushes, canvas and many more. He stared at the fragile materials, wondering how Y/n loved all of this.

"Ok so, I'll go get the paint and watercolors, you go get the whatever stuffs she needs,  meet me at the counter k bye." koko said giving a little wave before vanishing away from him.

Inui deadpan, Before walking through the stalls with the brushes and canvas. He looked at all the different size of brushes, deciding to get all since koko said he's the one paying. Next, he went to look for the right size of canvas. In the end he picked the medium one, not to big-not to small.

He then turned to look for sketchbooks and pencils. Grabbing the most popular one on the shelf, he went to the counter to wait for koko.

He patiently tap his foot on the tiles, awkwardly averting his eyes from the cashier that seemed to stare at his soul.

"Where is he" he whispered-grumble.

The moment he said that kokonoi appeared cradling a bunch of paint and watercolors. He even got some colored pen.

"I don't know art and shit so I bought this" he said spilling the products on the counter. Inui shaked his head in embarrassment.

The cashier look at them, with a judging gaze but did not question how many materials they bought.

I mean the bigger the products bought by the costumer, the bigger their salary.

After paying for the art materials, they got back to inui's home and went to the spare room.

"So yeah, I actually have a meeting in like 10 minutes so Inui you get to design your girlfriends art room" koko said, before putting the plastic bag containing the materials at the side and glancing at inui in pity.

"Bye" and he was gone.

Inui sigh in dissapointment, before rolling his sleeves. Guess he's the only one to clean this room.

Gripping the brush in hand he cleaned the floor to get the dust out of the old room. Next, he wipe the small table and the windows. Then, he painted the wall, designed it and arranged everything in place.

There, it's finish.

Wiping off the sweat the drop in his forehead , he sat in the floor in exhaustion. Looking at the time he took up it was 12:30 in the afternoon. Wow he really got caught up in his little bubble.

He closed his eyes for a moment before glancing at the paints and brushes.

'It wouldn't hurt to try and paint right?' He thought.

He got up and set the canvas, opening the paint and pouring small amount on the glass pallete.

But what is he painting? Inui was never an artist, it was always y/n. Inui was just a man with the passion for flowers....

Flowers. That right, inui is not a artist but he is a florist so painting flowers can be easy enough.

He stroke his hands on the unpigmented canvas, letting it flow with the vibe. Color by color and blend by blend, his hands dance in the sunbeam filled room.

Finishing his art by one last detail, he looked at what he draw out of his imagination.

A marigold, bright and yellow as the sun.

He smiled in satisfaction, before placing the painting where the eyes can always see.

In a small amount of time, Inui a florist became an artist due to his love.

And that art he made will forever be looked at by the gods.

Then maybe, Y/n will woke up to a golden marigold in the fresh spring.

⌗FXUYU ❞

-The plot is all over the place.
- Those this make sense?