Her Muse (Azumane Asahi x reader)

Chapter 02

"W-wait!" The ace of Karasuno High's volleyball team whisper-shouted as he ran full force to catch up with the girl who was on her way to leave the school grounds. But why was he whisper-shouting when he was supposed to shout? Oh, that's right, he was too anxious to do so. Drawing in a deep breath, Asahi scolded himself and finally managed to yell out, "Hey! Wait for me!"

The girl's angry stomping instantly came to a stop and the dark look that was on her face scared Asahi shitless. "What is it?" She demanded sternly, not in the mood to talk to anyone. Upon seeing the ace's anxious face, her depressive mood instantly morphed into a surprised one. "Hey, you're my muse!" She exclaimed all bubbly and happy.

What had just happened? How had she gone from one extreme to the other so quickly? Was she human? Then it dawned on him. She had called him her muse. Her muse... "Y-you're w-w-what?"

"My muse." She repeated, "You're a source of inspiration for me."

"M-me?" Asahi didn't know what to say, what to do, or how to react. So he just stared like an idiot.

The girl, who by now was known as the weird girl by the gentle giant, rubbed the back of her head sheepishly as she confessed. "Yeah, sorry if it's weird, but you have one of those faces, you know? The moment I saw you I was struck with this enormous amount of inspiration and I just had to draw you."

"I d-don't think it's w-weird." Asahi claimed out loud, even though on the inside he thought that he had never heard anything weirder. "B-but why m-me?" The question was out of his mouth before he could even spare a moment to think about it.

The weird girl's face lit up more, if possible. "Come on, I have to show you something." She exclaimed as she suddenly held onto the tall teenager's large hand and started dragging him back towards the school building without even waiting for a reply. It looked like she was running in the direction of the gym when she took a sudden turn and entered one of the gym's storage rooms. "This is my art club. 1 or 2 members join each start of term but they magically quit after a week. Well, it's not exactly magical... I know that Sakura has something to do with it." She started rambling as the long-haired boy looked around the brightly colored storage room with shelves full of art materials and supplies. "So it's only me in here. I use it more like a personal atelier. It's not much but it's all I have right now. And by the way, I'm not a drug addict like Sakura said."

"This place is amazing!" Asahi breathed out in amazement, looking at the high murals from floor to ceiling, "The walls, did you do all this?" He asked.

"Thanks. Yeah, I did those in my first year. I wish there was more space, so I could add more murals but..." Her voice trailed off, her excitement dying down along with her half statement. With a visible gulp, she sighed. The girl had become serious all of a sudden. Asahi wasn't used to her overwhelming excitement yet and now he had to deal with her super-serious side. "So the reason why I brought you here was to ask you something." She started, "I'm going to enter an art competition that will determine if my art club gets shut down or not. You're probably thinking, what's this lunatic doing here all by herself? Right? But I want to keep this place in case a lonely first-year soul that enjoys creating art needs a place next year. Maybe it can even grow to be a huge club like the Volleyball club is right now."

The tall boy's mind was short-circuiting because of the information overload. "I w-wish you luck." He mumbled unsure of himself as a few drops of sweat rolled down his face and dripped onto his shoulder.

"Yeah about that, I'm actually going to need your consent for the painting I'm planning to admit to the competition."

"My c-consent?" Asahi stuttered as he raked his mind to understand what she meant by that when she whipped out a huge canvas out of nowhere and showed him a half-finished painting. "O-ooh, t-that's me." The gentle giant almost fainted from embarrassment as he stared at the painting of himself. The mortifying part was that he was almost scandalously naked save for his private part which was covered with a draped cloth.