[A/N]: Slight references to DDLB.
√Smutty Vibes
√Quirkless AU
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"I think it looks like a balloon."
Hitoshi almost choked on his coffee, audibly sputtering in disbelief at what he'd just heard. His head spun around to locate the source of the comment.
"It's an abstract piece that was meant to capture the essence of the detrimental impact that assault has on the human mind."
He stated.
"It's not just 'a balloon'."
"You can't tell me what to see, man. We interpret it differently, is all."
Denki shrugged, his eyes still quite focused on the framed painting.
Hitoshi and Denki had the same literature assignment, which was to write an essay on a painting.
They just both happened to choose the same one.
The 'Heartache' had a local reputation for it's raw application and technique.
They say the painter was abused and taunted, so they retaliated by putting brush-to-canvas and expressing their thoughts there.
The painter was still completely anonymous, however, so the true meaning never quite came to light.
Hitoshi was just speaking on behalf of the mass--who, in reality, didn't actually have a confirmed theory on the artwork as a whole.
The violet-haired man sighed.
"What are you even doing here?"
He groaned, casting a hand over his exasperated facial features.
"I think you know the answer to that."
Denki chuckled.
"No--I don't mean–ugh. I mean why are you here? Right now? Can't you just...I don't know...Wait for me to leave?"
"And I should put off my assignment for you because?..."
Denki folded his arms, finally breaking his rather long examination of the painting.
"Because I'm actually going to do it."
"Ouch."
Denki playfully clung to the chest of his sweatshirt, making a noticeably forced hurt expression.
"Just...Get a coffee or something."
"We're not supposed to have food or drinks inside the gallery."
Denki glanced that the to-go coffee clung from within the taller man's grasp.
The tips of Hitoshi's ears flushed a deep pink.
"...Y-You!–"
"What? Follow the rules?"
Denki stuck out his tongue.
Hitoshi groaned in aggravation.
"You're a child!"
He exclaimed, before stomping off in the opposite direction.
Denki rolled his eyes, turning his focus back onto the painting.
How stuck up was that guy, invalidating his very plausible theory just because his had 'emotional depth'?
Whatever that means.
"I'm sorry,"
A voice came from behind Denki,
"But are you here to see the Heartache as well?"
Denki smiled.
It was a woman's voice; how lucky could he get?
"Why, yes I–"
He'd begun turning around, before being met with a sudden wave of shrieks and yells.
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FanfictionBook of BNHA one shots! will include: -fluff -throuples -dark themes(e.g. death, suicide) -aNgst -smut?? ••Rarepairs, AU's and kinks ahoy! Don't like? Don't read :) None of the characters/settings/artworks belong to me(unless I say so), all rights t...
