Nail Polish

The canvas lay in front of him, the face of it splattered with every colour of paint imaginable. Some of it was dripping onto the floor below, but Kyouma didn't really mind. It happened almost every time he painted something anyway.

Leaving the fresh paint there to dry, he walked over to his desk to clean his hands. He retrieved the wet towellete he had put on the table and wiped his hands. There were still drops of blue and green paint on his face, but he didn't bother wiping them away. The paint splatters were what gave him character.

After washing his hands, he walked back to his painting and stood there, admiring his own work. He had really outdone himself this time.

The painting was of a couple holding hands. They were sitting together in front of the sunset. It was kind of cliche, to be honest. He had gotten the idea from a cheesy romance movie that Eruna had shown him earlier. He never thought he would actually draw such a scene, but the younger girl had kept on begging and begging him. He couldn't refuse, especially since she wouldn't leave him alone.

Speaking of Eruna, where is she? She needs to see this, it was her request after all...

Just as he was about to open the door to go look for her, Eruna came running into the room.

"Enoyan-sen- Kyaaa!" She came rushing at top speed to him, causing her to crash into Kyouma and land both of them on the floor.

"Hey, what the-!" He was just about to question why she was here, before realizing the position they were in. Since she had ran into him, both of them were on the paint covered floor and she was on top of him. It was a very suggestive position indeed. His cheeks immediately started burning up.

Turning away to hide his red face, he attempted to order her to get off. "...You're heavy."

"Eh?" Eruna questioned at first, then noticed that she was on top of him. "Oh, sorry!" She sprang off of him and hopped back to her feet.

Deciding to also get up, he brushed away some dust that had gotten on him (which didn't matter anyway because he was already covered in paint) and turned to face her. "What are you doing here?"

"To see how my painting's doing, of course!" She skipped over to the still drying painting and knelt in front of it. "Ooh, is this it?"

He walked a bit slower to where she was and confirmed her question. "Yep. It took a while you know, you should be thankful."

"Mm! Thanks, Enoyan-senpai! It's beautiful!" Eruna genuinely thanked him and flashed him her biggest smile.

"A-ah. Yea, you're welcome." He turned away and covered his mouth. He gave an involuntary blush, trying his best to hide it. Why was he blushing so hard? Did he have a fever? Or was it something else?...

"Well, it's stil drying so you're going to have to wait." Kyouma quickly gathered himself up and told Eruna.

"Ok! For now, I'll just lounge in here!" The girl pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the painting.

"You don't have anyone else to bother?" He also took a chair and sat down beside her.

"Nope!" She answered simply.

He sighed. Did she really have to be here? Although, his club members hadn't been back in a while...

"Alright. You can stay here for now, I guess..." The older boy reluctantly agreed. It's not like he had anything else to do.

"Yes!"

She stood up again, and walked over to the other nearby paintings. There were rows and rows of drawings, paintings, and sketches littered on all the shelves. There were also some paint splatters here and there, but that was to be expected.