𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ๑ cyno

𝟓: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦

{5}

something about him, is made for somebody like me

It was hot. All was a mess. Your eyes rolled as the heat swarmed you, yet it was pleasurable. The wetness of every stroke is done while drips of the transparent liquid flow through the curves of your hands.

"You're so good at this, (Y/N)" Cyno whispered as he looked down at your figure. His hand held yours as he guided you up. Sweats were evident on your body with the scorching heat emitting around.

You smiled at him as you showed him 50% of your painting. "Well, painting is one of my hobbies as an art student. Care to show yours?"

Cyno shyly took his canvas away to prevent you from seeing it. He pulled it a bit closer to him to avoid paint smudges. You gave him a confused look before turning to the side to see it, yet he moved it away from you. You did the same to the other side and he repeated his actions.

"Oh come on, Cyno. Let me see it!"

"No." He mumbled while still moving around to avoid you from seeing his 'masterpiece'.

Eventually, you gave up and sat back in your seat. "If you don't want me to see it, then I'll just continue painting here." You said as you grabbed a size 8 paintbrush and started paint-sketching the other side.

Cyno sighed as he put down his canvas still away from you. Unbeknownst to him, you just wanted him to let his guard down and see his painting. As Cyno settled, he didn't notice your presence behind him.

"What...in the world?"

Cyno felt his body hairs stand up as his breathing hitched. Embarrassment filled him with his cheeks turning red. He used his hand to cover his blush and used his cap to cover his eyes. Cyno bit his lip as a sign that he is flustered not just by your presence, but also by the painting he's done.

Your mouth is agape as you look at Cyno's unbelievable painting. It's unbelievable because it is so unique and so... artistic in its way. You sighed heavily to prevent yourself from laughing, but eventually, you gave in.

"Stop it." Cyno pouted and then looked away from you with his arms crossed by his chest. You, however, found his antics of his to be so adorable. You giggled before patting his head, "It's okay you tried."

He groaned before pointing and glaring at the Linseed oil before him. "It's this thing's fault! It all dipped down."

You sweatdropped on his actions because the way he glares at the linseed oil is like him murdering it on his head. You chuckled at him. "I guess I shall teach you how to use it shouldn't I?"

"No."

You pouted at him and mumbled while still trying not to laugh so hard. "I've never seen a painting so bad that an oasis looks like a teardrop and the trees around looked like bananas."

It was Cyno's turn to glare at you, then his glare softened as he saw you flinch. "Never mind, would you mind teaching me how to do it?"

Your eyes lit up making Cyno give a small smile. He found it so heartwarming that you seemed so excited to teach him your hobby that you've enjoyed a lot. You grabbed your paintbrush and then proceeded to demonstrate it to him.

"You have to dip it lightly only then wipe it with the cloth once. Then, dip it in the paint then viola! The oil paint won't be too sticky to work with then." 

Cyno watched your figure overlap his 'abstract' painting of the sky with a more realistic mixture. Your passion for art made him want you more, and the way you smiled as you patiently demonstrated things for him made his heart heat perfectly.

He then grabbed your hand that holding the brush. You paused as you felt the touch. His hands made you feel electricity flow through your veins into your heart, as it beat loudly. Cyno, on the other hand, felt the surge of electricity emitted from his heartbeat as he made contact with you.

Cyno stared at your (e/c) eyes before smiling at you. "I'll do it now, you can finish yours. Thank you for teaching me."

You returned his soft smile with a large one. "Then I'll let you!" You didn't want to pull away from his hand, but you wanted to calm yourself. You pulled away before returning to your workplace with a big smile dancing on your face.

Cyno and you shared a glance before fastly started painting your canvases. His breathing is still hitched with your contact, he tried calming his heart but it frustrates him that his heart really cannot handle you with him.

In your case, the contact was stuck in your head. Your heart flutters as you can still feel his warm hands with yours. Your heart was bumping your chest fastly that it's making it difficult for you to focus on painting. You just wanted to exhale oil paint at this point...

After around two hours of painting in pure silence with Cyno's playlist playing "Come Inside of My Heart" by IV of Spades in the background, you both put down your paintbrushes. 

"You're done too?" You raised an eyebrow at the white-haired man by your side. Cyno took a glance at you before nodding while wiping his hands that was full of oil paints. 

Standing up, you stretched your back and arms before looking at your painting. "I think I did well." You whispered.

Cyno did the same and whispered back, "I think I did well too..."

You excitedly went to the side and looked at his painting. The first thing you notice is how Cyno vaguely improved in such a small amount of time. You were in awe of his work since he's got the gist of the landscape you were painting.

"You did well after learning it just 2 hours ago." You smiled at him. Cyno huffed and looked to the side, flustered with your compliment. "Well, yours got every detail right, so yours is beautiful too."

It was your turn to be flustered, you lightly punched him before proceeding to fix your things. You don't know why you did that but it is difficult for you to handle situations like these, and compliments itself makes you want to squeal. Cyno smirked at you before shaking his head and fixing his things too.

He grabbed his bag, canvas, and easel bag before making his way to you. "Are you finished?"

You nodded at him. "But, there's too much paint and linseed oil on my hands."

Cyno grabbed your hands with his making making your flustered at the sudden action. "Come on, let's wash these."He pulled you still holding your hands. 

Unbeknownst to the two of you, a certain silver head with green eyes was watching the contact. The man smirked to himself before chatting with his beloved 'Kaveh' about an update in regards to you and Cyno's date. He's not stalking. He just happened to be there.