Third person pov
Anybody in the same room would be able to smell it, the sweet earthy scent of oil paint. The calming atmosphere of music playing in the background was intoxicating. The smoothness of the brush dancing with the paint using the canvas as a dancefloor.
The girl standing in the back of the class with earbuds in her ears. The wired ones, she liked the simplicity of them and the obvious give away that she didn't want to be talked to. Her hair was pushed out of her face and her sleeves rolled up.
Hairo was enhanced by the sight, his breath caught in his throat. Luckily he wasn't alone, he and another student had been given the task of asking the art teacher for supplies. The unlucky student being, you guessed it Saiki himself.
Saiki pov
How long is he going to stare. 'the sight of her makes my knees feel weak, she puts Teruhashi to shame' at least he has his own person to obsess over. She's not what I thought his type would be. Calm and silent, while Hairo's presence makes people feel motivated, she gives a sense of calm and rest. I envy her she doesn't want to be noticed and she isn't, what kind of magic does she possess?!
"Good grief" I already have what we need how long is he going to stand there for? 'I wish I could talk to her, but I'm not worthy. Her voice sounds like a choir of angels singing a masterpiece, her face was sculpted by the gods' dramatic much? I'm leaving
Well that was a fucking mess hah, so I didn't mention, this is basically Hairo being a fucking simp and the reader not giving a shit.
Get some fucking sleep I'm a bad example. <3
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Flawless
Romance"ꜱᴏ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ" -Flawless The Neighborhood He always paid attention to her when no one else knew she existed. Admiring her from afar afraid of scaring her off, he was loud in...
