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◈ "Can you paint my body?"
◈ Art school student Keiji Akaashi asks his peer Y/n L/n to be his model for his art project. However, their late night sessions turn into something else...
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Saturday, 9:45am
I rubbed my eyes as I stretched my body out. I had just woke up. I look over to see that Eiko still isn't home. I hope she's safe. I slowly sit up and question getting out of my bed.
I felt a sudden urge of energy remembering last night, he said he would message me the details. I practically jump and grab my phone. I turned it on and saw no new messages...be for real. I huff and throw my phone on the bed. I practically dragged my feet to the bathroom.
While brushing my teeth there was only one thing I could think of, Akaashi, I don't know why. I haven't even met the man officially but I couldn't get his perfect face off of my mind.
After I was done with my morning routine I walk out of my bathroom and grab my phone. Akaashi had texted me, I let out an excited squeal and opened it. I paused when I realized I squealed, what the hell. Over a man I haven't even met? All this because I think he's hot.
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Akaashi🎨 Good morning, for the project we will be meeting this afternoon at 2 in studio 3. You know where the art department is right?
Certified bigback😋 Today? That's last minute but I can make it. Yeah I know where it is, I've met Mikasa in front of the building before.
Akaashi🎨 Alright then, I will see you at 2.
Certified bigback🎨 See you then
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I can't- he's so dry...but today? That's so last minute. I took a deep breath and it hit me, I need an everything shower. If he was going to paint me, I needed to look good.
I shot back up and rush to the bathroom and began to take a long,long shower.
a/n: timeskip
I was now about to the art department, my heart was pounding and it didn't make sense. Why was I acting like this? I felt like a teenage girl reading a fan-fiction, I haven't even met the man yet.
I had put on a nice outfit, but not too nice so he didn't think I was weird. It was the iconic long sleeve skims dress, also paired with heels, and jewelry. I had my hair in a half up, half down style.
Soon enough I stood in front of the door of the art department. I open the door and begin to walk up the stairs. With each step my heart began to pound harder. After 2 flights of stairs, I reached the designated floor. Studio 3 was at the end of the hallway, once I reached the wooden door I placed my hand on the handle and hesitated to open it. After a moment I took a deep breath in and opened it.
