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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

Writing this chapter while crying cause home and college and life is stressing me tf out rn but atleast i have my boys 😎

Also, that pic is me, enjoy ig 👁
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"Are there any art shops around here?" Oikawa had caught up to them, there was a new kind of shine in his eyes that the other three seemed to melt at.

"There's one connected to the museum, why? You've never seemed interested in art" Iwaizumi grumbled as he observed the abstractness of a Picasso painting. "I don't get this. How is this considered art?"

Matsukawa butted in, looking at the painting Iwaizumi was looking at. "His old portraiture is better, he was a terrible guy though. His poor wife."

"Didn't he chop off his own ear for love or some shit?" Hanamaki questioned, now also looking at the painting.

"Ah, an intellectual i see. That was Van Gogh honey." Matsukawa put an arm around Hanamaki's waist.

"I just- i think i wanna get into oil painting."Oikawa mumbled shyly, not wanting to interrupt their conversation about the quality of the painting.

Matsukawa moved his attention from The painting to Oikawa. "Oh my god! We can do painting dates!" Matsukawa moved to stand next to Oikawa, wrapping an arm around his waist instead. "You're my favourite boyfriend. The other two don't understand it like us."

Oikawa smiled, a deep blush setting on his cheeks. Matsukawa was warm and buzzing with excitement, Oikawa saw the shine in his eyes, it made him think about himself a mere couple minutes ago, fantasising about drawing beautiful blonde English women and capturing the life his boyfriends held.

"Wow. Rude." Hanamaki joked. "Well, I guess it's just me and you now Hajime."

"This isn't even proportionally correct at all. It's like he had an aneurysm mid painting or something."

"Well he wasn't the most sane so that was probably a factor. He was also dyslexic." Matsukawa stated, reciting all the facts he seemed to know about these late artists.

Iwaizumi hummed in interest before moving onto another Picasso painting to complain about. Matsukawa turned his attention back to Oikawa, tightening his arm around the boy's waist. "So, Kawa, what's got you so interested in painting all of a sudden?"

Oikawa didn't really know how to respond, he looked into Matsukawa's eyes and saw the same shade of green as the English woman's staring fondly back at him. "You ever thought of dying your hair blond?" Oikawa ran a hand through Matsukawa's curls, ruffling his hair slightly before tagging along behind Iwaizumi and Hanamaki who had started to go onto the next room.

Matsukawa stood for a second, furrowing his brows, imaging himself with blond hair. "God no! I'd end up looking like that one freak twin!" He exclaimed, following the three into the next room.

"Who?" Matsukawa had forgotten for a second that Oikawa didn't go to school with them.

"Oh, just someone from our school. He dyed his hair blond a while back. Bad decision on his part."

Oikawa chuckled, trying to keep up with Iwaizumi and Hanamaki who seemed to get bored pretty easily, merely glancing at the art before moving onto the next.

Oikawa fell into step with Matsukawa again, leaning into him. "Before we leave can we go back to the Oil portraiture room?" Oikawa whispered to Mattsun, a glimmer in his eyes, a small smile settling it's way onto his face.

"Ofcourse honey." Matsukawa had a knack for pet names as much as he did art. Nobody minded it, it was kind of cute. It made the four of them sound old and married.

Oikawa smiled brightly at Matsukawa, a tooth bearing grin spreading across his face, lighting up his rosy cheeks. "Cool! I love you."

"Love you too, dork."