The sun was shining bright in the vivid blue sky of summer, illuminating the whole city of Tokyo. The trees were saturated green, the earth was garnished with colorful flowers, and the people were wearing light and lively garments. Summertime was a moment of explosion of brightness, a tornado of striking and joyful colors. That was why it was your favorite time to draw. You had always loved drawing since you were a kid. Though you learned everything by yourself and never took classes, drawing was your favorite hobby. It could maybe become your job, who knows? But one thing was for sure, you loved it. And you were almost always drawing or painting or doodling. Your notebooks were more covered with doodles than with lessons. But summertime was special. It was a time of leisure, festivity, of joy. And when people were happy, they were the most beautiful, and so the best subject to draw. The colors, their smiles, the atmosphere, the vibe, it was perfect.
So here you were, sitting on a bench in a park in Shibuya, observing the people strolling and playing. Your sketchbook and pencil secured in your hands, you were drawing the landscape, a soft smile on your lips. The birds flying in the sky, the couple walking hands in hands, the kids playing tag, the band playing in the kiosk... the moment was so perfect, so full of merriness you could not help but freeze this moment in time.
"Always drawing, huh?" You heard as you just finished your sketch. You looked to your side and curled your lips up upon seeing who your interlocutor was.
"Izana," you cheered. "What's up?"
"Just chilling," he shrugged, sitting beside you.
"All by yourself?" You lifted an eyebrow.
"What about it?" He asked, looking away to hide the small blush that appeared on his face. "You're alone too, ya know,"
"I'm just saying that because you're always with your boys," you chuckled as you started sketching him.
You reached to move his hair to the side to have a better look at his eyes so you could draw them better, but the white-haired abruptly move away, surprised by your move. He hoped the blush on his face did not grow another shade, though he felt his face hot and his heart beating faster. He blamed that on the heat of the summer, but he knew he was just blinding himself.
"What are you doing?" He asked, trying to sound annoyed.
"Sketching you, dummy," you chuckled. It was not the first time Izana would be your model, but each time he would react the same way. You just assumed he was not really used to it.
The Kurokawa boy looked down on your sketchbook, noticing the person that was taking form on the once blank paper. A small smile appeared on his lips. He liked knowing he was in your sketchbook.
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