One-shots

Jiro&Momo

   "Who thought UA could have such normal activities?"

     The voice echoed slightly in the room, getting a soft hum in response.

     It was a classes-free day, yet the students could pick any activity and the school would provide them with the neccessary things to get it done. This time, while the others decided to finish the pool race they didn't even get to start last time they were there, Jiro chose to paint.

     Though, she wasn't expecting someone else to be there and model for her.

     "Right. Yaoyorozu..." she sighed, peeking at her. The other girl was focused on her own canvas, holding the brush like a pen as she seemed to contour something.

     "Hmm? What's wrong, Kyouka-san?"

     "Nothing, just, umm...you moved again."

     She could see the way Yaoyorozu's eyes widened with the realization and rushed to say it was nothing. It didn't bother her. She was done with sketching the posture, it was just...she got her features wrong. But she could start again. She only had to fix her lips a bit, and the nose...and maybe the eyes. But she could do it. Yaoyorozu sighed, knowing she probably made Jiro erase her drawing for the fourth time already.

     "I'm so sorry, Jiro-san," she muttered, her face a pale pink as she put her paintbrush away. She tried a chuckle, but Jiro knew she wasn't actually taking that well.

     "I can fix it," she insisted, tracing her eyes on the canvas again. She bit the tip of her tongue as she tried to make them as accurate as possible but...something was missing.

     "Can you smile for me, Momo?"

     The girl nodded and forced the corners of her mouth to go up, curving her lips in a small, pink smile that made Jiro sigh.

     "Seriously, stop thinking about it," she said. "You can make it up to me by making me a tea later."

     With that, Yaoyorozu's eyes seemed to sparkle and her whole face lit up as she nodded. Jiro smiled, looking at her for a moment before starting to sketch her mouth again. She couldn't get the lower lip right. It was frustrating.

     The other girl seemed more comfortable though. Aside from the slight blush in her cheeks, her smile was a real one this time and the usual glimpse of happiness was shining in her eyes as Jiro tried to capture her features on paper. But the more she drew, Jiro's cheeks started to catch color too, and she found herself saying, "It's a bit embarassing to stare at you so closely like this."

     Yaoyorozu tried to not move this time, but her face said everything. She felt the same. She wasn't going to admit it, but having Jiro watching her closely was sort of...intimidating.

     "It's almost done," the other said, to her relief.

     But that was just about the sketch. After the base was done, Momo went back to her own painting and tried so hard to keep her legs from bouncing as she added color to it, trying to mix everything as well as she could. She wasn't an artist. None of them were –well, if you wouldn't count Jiro's talent for music– yet they were both trying their best in drawing each other. Except Jiro didn't know she was being drawn too.

     So it was a surprise when they switched the canvases and both of them found themselves there, as if they were looking in a mirror.

     It wasn't much.

     But it was enough to make it memorable.