Akatsuki Drabbles

I want to model my main character after you (Deidara)

Hey I saw you in a café and I find your whole look very aesthetically pleasing so I'm going to model my main character in my novel after you is that okay? (Deidara)

You were an aspiring writer, and you often came to this particular café when you wrote. For some, places like this were terrible to work if they wanted to concentrate or focus on the task in front of them. However, you never found that to be the case with you. If anything, there were times when sitting alone completely ruined your flow of work. Being away from the outside world could feel like cutting off inspiration, whereas having people surround you, frequently acted as sources for that inspiration. You were writing about people, after all. What better way to get a greater understanding of that than through observing actual people in an everyday setting? The conversations people had around you served as white noise—a rhythm to keep you working—but even then, the conversations that go through your focus, the ones you couldn't help but listen to...sometimes they ended up giving you ideas anyway.

That's why you were there now. You were looking for inspiration, having come to a standstill with writers block at home. Hoping to find answers in the café, you had turned up, bought a coffee and found a spot to sit with your laptop, with a good view of the door and counter in order to people watch. This was necessary, as the biggest issue for your novel right now was your main character. Perhaps by observing some people you could pick up ideas as to how your main character would look and the kind of aesthetic they would have. But nothing seemed to be working. You began typing, but without the template of your main character, nothing happened, and you came to a halt, deleting everything you had just written. It was getting frustrating. You had watched so many people come through the door, but no one was giving you even a hint of an idea—no one was even catching your attention.

At least, not at first.

Then, out of the blue, you heard the door open once more. You weren't really focusing on it properly anymore; all of the others who had come in hadn't provided inspiration, why would this time be any different? Instead, you merely glanced in that direction, taking in the first guy. He was cute, you'd admit, with red hair and a youthful look, but he was kind of...blank. Too expressionless for your liking. But as he moved to the side to allow his friend to come in as well, and you immediately halted. If the first guy had been cute, the second one was gorgeous. A pretty boy, in all sense of the term. Knowing you were smiling a little at that, you ignored it, taking in the long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. You'd been looking for a main character who was passionate, and as he continued talking to his friend, gesticulating and gesturing with his hands, that became clear. Someone confident, a trait that was written all over this guy's face and body language. You'd wanted a character who had a certain something...and he definitely had it.

With that in mind, you started typing little bits here and there. Nothing concrete and nothing major, but immediately putting together a template you could work from further and fully integrate into your novel. It meant you kept glancing up at him from your laptop, taking in more and more details to flesh out your character, when you hesitated. There was a word you were looking for to describe your main character, to describe him, but you couldn't think what it was. Narrowing your eyes in frustration, you tilted your head, your eyes roaming over him as you searched through your mind for the word you wanted, lost deep in thought. It was why you didn't notice when he turned your way to begin with. There was no way to mistake the fact that you were openly staring at him, but he didn't mind, finding his own gaze wandering over you in return, a smirk flickering onto his face as he did so.

When your gazes met, however, you finally snapped out of it, realising what was going on—and that you'd been found out. Unsure how to proceed from here, feeling a little embarrassed at having been caught, you blinked in surprise as he quickly made his way over to your table and introduced himself. His smile somehow putting you at ease, as he asked what you were up to, you explained the situation. You liked his aesthetic and had plans to use it on your main character in your novel. Abruptly realising that he might not like that, you quickly questioned as to whether that was okay, and found yourself grinning in return as he shot back cheekily,

"Alright—as long as you dedicate your novel to me."

Mesmerizing...that was the word you'd been looking for.