Desire and Love [AkiraxYusuke P5]

Chapter Twenty Nine

Hey I lied about the chapter release date! Lil' Story before we start.

A friend and I were bored during a lab in Biology class and decided making dumb lil' bets. And then I lost one.

And now...I must attempt a smut.

You can thank my friend, the lil' sHIT-

Anyway, have fun ya sinners!

Edit: I don't care anymore, Imma make it worse noooow~

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   "This is the place..."

   Yusuke followed behind Akira as they entered a big building. There were hallways full of doors that lead into small rooms, children of many ages ran around here and there, many of them carried art supplies and canvases.

   "Is this an art school?" He asked.

   "Yeah. Jaehyun lives close to here, so he enrolled me in an after school program so I'd have a place to paint when I visit him..." Akira explained.

   He lead Yusuke down a hall and stopped in front of a door. Akira reached for the handle, then blushed a little.

   "Hey... don't freak when you see these, ok...?"

   "Why would I—"

   Akira opened the door. Yusuke instantly felt like he was in a hall of mirrors. Everywhere he looked, there were beautiful drawings of him, some where small sketches, other where fully painted works of art. In a small corner of a room were canvases that had paintings but had black splattered over them or were torn apart. The wall behind them was covered in child-like drawings of old cartoon characters.

   "Akira..."

   Yusuke stared in amazement. Akira rubbed his arm while blushing bright red.

   "After my probation all I could do was draw pictures of you..." He said.

   Yusuke went toward the ruined paintings and child drawings.

   "What happened to these...?"

   Akira sat on a bench at one of the desks, never taking his eyes off the paintings.

   "Anesa had ruined a painting once and when I redid it for an art auction they said I did badly..." He sat back. "After that I couldn't paint at all... I was so frustrated that I just... lost myself..."

   Yusuke winced. For a mer second, he thought he could see a young Akira breaking down and destroying his own paintings before falling to his knees and crying.
Wanting to change the subject, Yusuke looked toward the drawings on the wall.

   "What about these?"

   Akira smiled a little and let out a small laugh.

   "When I was really little, my dad used to play cartoons for me every morning with breakfast. We'd sit on the couch, I'd sit in his lap and we'd just watch cartoons all morning until he had to work..."

   Yusuke could tell the happy memory was going through his lovers head.

   "My dad really loved those shows... so I drew a bunch of pictures for him to make him happy..."

   Yusuke sat on the bench beside Akira and put an arm around him.

   "I bet he was a great man..."