Love Chocolate-Inazuma Ares/Orion x Reader \\one-shots//

(MC) [The Artist and The Art] Nosaka Yuuma X Introvert! Reader

MC-Milk Chocolate-fluff/normal

'second person point of view'

-requested by Austere_Grim
-srry if this doesn't look like an introvert to you...

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You curled up on your bed with your pet, listening to your earbuds while scribbling words in your notebook. You bite your pink pencil lightly and knitted your eyebrows together, thinking about the next word you're about to write. Just as you about to sipped on your nice cocoa that is topped with whipped cream, through your earbuds you can hear someone's ringing your house. You scowled and pulled your earbuds away.

"Stay here Powder," you patted your pet's ear after you realized that someone's really ringing your bell.

Your white Scottish fold kitten meowed in response. You went to get it with your book in hand, only to see the infamous soccer captain, also your best friend Nosaka Yuuma is waiting on the door front, with an innocent smile on his face.

"What are you doing here Nosaka?" you crossed your arms on your chest, glared an invisible burning hole on this human.

"Just want to give you a visit," he show you a heavy plastic bag.

"I have snacks."

You sighed in defeat, running a hand in your hair. He knows too damn well all of your weaknesses.

"Fine," you stepped away to let him through. You gritted your teeth when you saw how his fake smile screams 'victory!' very clear.

You heard a meow coming down from your stairs as you and him enter the house. It's your cat, Powder. Nosaka kneeled down to faced the small cat, caressing its fur lightly.

"It's nice to see you again Powder," your kitty purred in delight, leaned to his hand for more. You rolled your eyes at the spoiled cat, while chuckling to yourself.

Nosaka stood up with a smile as he watched the young kitten leaned itself on his leg, showing affection to the male.

"So how are you doing? Everything's good?" you huffed, rolled your eyes as if what he asked is the most stupid question ever.

"Great, until you came and ruined everything," he chuckled, clearly didn't take any of your sarcastic remarks serious. You blow a wind on your bang, trying to be cool while you're having an extreme meltdown of how charming he is.

"Why don't we talk in your art studio?" your eyes briefly lit up. It's one of your most favorite part of your house. Aside from your bedroom, the bathroom, the balcony, the garden, oh god what am I talking about. You loves your house.

"Eh, emm, sure why not, pfft," you smiled while shifted your glances across the room, trying not to meet his eye.

"Just let me pick up something in my room," Nosaka eyes trailed on you as you are running to your room enthusiastically. Nosaka smiled silently, you always enthusiastic about arts.

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Nosaka watched you painted the former white canvas with colors as he caressed Powder on his lap. He loves how your face would have paints on them, the best part is that you didn't noticed them. On the table beside you is an almost empty mug of cocoa and a glass of honey lemon tea you just prepared for him, fresh trails of white smoke can be seen on his, warming the orange atmosphere. The setting sunlight of the window outlined your painting figures as though you're an art yourself.

But in his eye, you are indeed an art. A creation that is out of the world, the good different amongst the crowd. A complicated yet, a simple existence. It just shows how abstract you can be and he admired that. Value and defend the worth of other, even though you're not sure what is your own worth. Humble, silent, and down to earth, can get a little wild in a brief time. You're an invisible hurricane of deep emotions no-one else have ever seen, made your overall attitude looks like an eternal mystery. Those deep emotions are also the source of your inspiration, the reason you devoted yourself into creating new things.

"Nosaka?" he was brought back from his daydreams when he heard your melodic voice is calling his name.

"Yes dear?"

"You watched me so intensely," you trailed off at the last part of your sentence in a bashful manner, almost like a whisper.

"Oh... Forgive me, you have paint on your face."

"W-WHAT!!?" you touched your face which you immediately regret it after you remember that your fingers also have paint too. Although you are lucky enough as the paints on your fingers were already dried.

"It's here," Nosaka suddenly appeared beside you, softly touched a part on your face which you assumed as where the paint is. But what stopped you from cleaning it is because the short distance between your and his face. His warm breath tenderly engulfed your cheek, his expression was surprisingly calm despite the awkward position.

"I... I-I'll wash it now!" you ran out from your studio after you have registered what had happened, with fumes coming out from your ears.

He watched you out from the studio, then exhaled after he realized that he is blushing. Yes, the Nosaka Yuuma, is blushing. He take a good look around the room, seeing Powder is napping on the comfy couch he sat earlier, he also didn't realized that he had finished his tea. Everytime he is with you, everything's seem to slow down for him. It was magical and kinda scary that you have a power to make him lost track of time by simply being with you.

His vacant gray eyes landed on the painting you have try to finish over the time he is here. It's a painting of a cherry blossom tree, blooming under a slightly gloomy gray sky. Though he must say, the cherry blossom color is kinda weird, it didn't look like soft pink. It's actually more close to magenta, oddly resembles his raspberry hair. There's a silhouette that is colored in a darker shade of gray, but Nosaka did not recognized who is the silhouette supposed to be because the lack of appealing details on them. Well it is a silhouette after all.

A strong gush of wind came into the studio from your opened window. The wind cause your notebook that you previously brought with you to open, flipping to the last page where you stop. He read the pink colored sentences on the page carefully.

A ripped raspberry, sour and sweet, like the first experience of strong affection. It should be hated, it should be throw away because of its sourness, but the warming sweetness is far more intoxicating and addicting.

Should he be confused of what is the meaning of this paragraph above? Of course not. He's totally not an idiot. He knew you very clear like the back of his hand, and he is certainly grateful that you felt this way for him. But he also knew that you're still not ready for this relationship to get a total grand upgrade. You're still in the process of denial.

Nosaka will still making his advances, using baby steps obviously. By inviting himself into your little house, let you as comfortable as you are, gaining trust, and finally when you are fine with him, maybe you will let him inside your little closed off house.

And he just can't wait for the day.

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-yeh idk wai i make this crap