❝𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬❞ 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚

◦(01) How it all started ◦

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

╭─────╮15th of November.
12:36 p.m.

Your art lesson was slowly coming to an end. The noise in the class made you assume it's time to start adding the final details to your painting. With a quick brush stroke you added some highlights on the bottles you were painting, trying to emphasize its's realism.

Still life was never your favourite subject to paint or draw. If anything it made you feel bored, but there were times when you enjoyed it of course. Once you were happy with your work, you felt a familiar touch of someone's hand on your back. You turned around to see, slowly raising the corners of your mouth upwards, when your eyes met with the strawberry-blond hair girl.

"Did I scare you? Hmm?". The girl chuckled and smiled at you with the most beautiful smile she could give you.

You snorted at her question. Waving your hand and rolling your eyes.

"In your dreams for sure". You smirked and laughed at her when you saw her confused expression.

"Don't be so sure, I scared you on Halloween, remember?". The girl leaned closer, what made you back away. A sigh left your mouth as you rubbed your face.

"Please don't bring that up again. You knew I'm scared of clowns!". You crossed your arms pretending to be offended, as your cheeks started to heat up at the memory. Of course she had to dress up as a clown to scare you!

"And I knew you did this on purpose, Yoimiya. Everyone was laughing at me" . You finished while looking away from her. Feeling your cheeks getting more warm.

The strawberry-blond hair girl noticed that, and couldn't let that opportunity slide. She smiled devilishly and whispered.

"But in that way I made him notice you"

You quickly turn your gaze on her face. Her teasing smile made your blood boil as you raised your hand to cover her mouth, making her gasp.

"Shhh..Don't you remember he's here?!"

You hissed at her making her eyes open wide as she nodded her head slowly. Another sigh left your mouth while pulling away your hand from her lips.

The girl gasped loud for air and crossed her arms, piercing your soul with her golden eyes. You could only smile at her mad reaction and giggle after that.

Somehow your eyes lend on a fimilair figure that was packing his painting stuff to his bag. His moves were graceful even if the things he did were mundane. Without noticing your lips curved upwards in a soft smile, admiring the person you were observing.

His dark-indigo hair, that covered his hair whenever he had to bend down to grab a paint or brush that was lying on the floor. His eyes, with almost the same color as his hair, but a little lighter, focusing on the subject he was painting. The way his eyebrows would furrow when he screwed something up. And sometimes you thought that these eyes of his were looking at you. Observing you.

As you were in your little daydream state, someone shook your arm making you snap back to reality.

"Hey Y/n, get your delulu ass back to the sad reality!"