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Work Of Art - Kuroken

{ARTIST AU}
Genre: Fluff(?)
1396 words

Strokes of paint glide across the canvas, varying in width. Multiple colours adorn the piece.
Kenma's mind peaceful and serene, head full of thoughts. Thoughts of which he was pouring out onto the half-filled canvas.

Soon after, he finishes off with the last few strokes. He stands up from the stool he was sitting on and he takes a step back. He admires it, proud of another artwork done. He wipes his paint-stained hands as he grabs his phone from his pocket to take a picture of his work.

He posts it on his Twitter account, which has garnered quite a lot of followers. He receives different comments everyday about his paintings which were mostly compliments. Even though he remained anonymous, his followers still enjoyed his arts.

~~~

Laying on the couch, Kuroo scrolls lazily through his phone. He pauses for a moment once a notification popped up. He went to check it out only to find a new posting from one of the accounts he was following. He saw the post of a painting, immediately recognizing the style which belonged to that one art account he followed.

He slowly sits up, staring in awe at the intricate artwork. He likes the post and comments a compliment, he couldn't believe someone had such a skill. He didn't know why he was following a random art account in the first place but hey, he wasn't complaining.

Although, some part of him wishes to meet the unknown artist behind those beautiful creations.

~~~

The school bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. Kuroo heads to his last class, which was Math. He hated the subject, honestly, never feeling any thrill or joy. He still listens so his grades wouldn't plummet. Plus, it was the last subject of the day anyway.

Upon entering the classroom, he sees his friend, Kenma, already in his seat. He gives a small wave to him as the other nodded in reply. He can't help but notice the slightly open sketchbook, paint, and paintbrushes scattered around his desk. He shrugs it off and heads to his seat, a few chairs away from Kenma.

20 minutes in, Kuroo was already bored. Spacing out, his mind drifts off, barely paying attention. He snaps back to reality, only for his eyes to wander around the classroom. His gaze was met with a certain golden-eyed boy, who was staring at him. The boy quickly looked away, leaving Kuroo in a tad bit of confusion.

About 2 minutes later, he felt the same pair of eyes on him again. He glanced back at the owner of the stare, seeing him paint something on the sketchbook he saw from earlier. The pudding head tore his eyes away from the boy in front of him, focusing his gaze on the current artwork he was doing.

Kenma kept stealing glances from the other. Kuroo was too lazy to keep looking back so he just let him be.
The school bell soon rang, signaling the end of the day. All the students quickly disperse from the classroom, one of them being Kenma.

Kuroo was the last of the few students in the classroom. He turned, his gaze landing on the desk of the person who kept stealing glances of him. He sees the same sketchbook, but nothing else.

'He must've left it by accident." Kuroo thought, standing up and approaching the desk. He takes a quick look at the cover before flipping it open to the first page. A simple "This sketchbook belongs to Kenma Kozume" was written on it. So, he flipped through it some more. With each page, he can't help but think that the drawings and paintings in the sketchbook looked familiar, like he's seen them before.

Then, something clicked. These were some of the drafts of the paintings he's seen from that one art account. He stops flipping for a moment, realizing that he practically knows who the owner is now. He continues flipping until the last page.

A small, but detailed sketch of Kuroo was seen at the back.  His face slightly heats up as he takes a pen out and swiftly write something down. Closing the sketchbook, he picks it up. Planning to return it to the owner and maybe ask him a few questions.

Kuroo left the classroom in search for his friend, hoping he hadn't left the school yet. They don't have any club activities today so he skipped checking the gym or club room.

As he was walking down the hallway, he passed by the art room. He stopped in his tracks, walking back to the art room, noticing some movement and a bit of red. He peeked through the small window in the door, his eyes scanning the room. Canvasses filled the room and other stuff until his hazel orbs landed on a figure in the middle of the space.

There sat a boy in front of a canvas of his own, his bleached hair tied in a small, low ponytail. A red apron hung by his neck, tied behind his back. A palette filled with different colours rested on one of his thighs as his hand held a brush. Delicately gliding, stroke by stroke.

Kuroo watched in amazement, seeing this entirely new side of Kenma. Not to mention the fact that the boy he was watching is the one behind the art account he followed.

Knocking softly, he entered the room. The boy in the middle froze, his eyes moving to see who interrupted his silence. His cat-like eyes fell on a tall figure standing by the doorway.

"...Kuroo?" The painter quietly calls out.
"O-oh, hey Kenma. You uh, you left your sketchbook in the classroom and I came to return it.." Kuroo says as he extends his hand out, holding the item.
Kenma stands up, placing the paintbrush and palette on his stool, approaching the other. He takes the sketchbook from Kuroo, hugging it towards his chest.

"D-did...did you flip through it?" Kenma nervously asks.
"..a bit, yeah." Kuroo answers, scratching the back of his head.
"How much did you see??" Kenma questions again.
"Not much..." Kuroo says. A few moments of silence pass before the taller male spoke up again.

"Kenma, may I ask you something?" Kuroo questions, taking out his phone. Kenma hummed in response, watching the other's hand as the taller male scrolls through something. He pauses and taps on his screen before showing it to Kenma. Upon seeing the phone, the smaller male's eyes widen.

"Do you, by any chance, happen to know the owner behind this account?" Kuroo asks the boy in front of him.
"I...I have no idea.." Kenma lies, wanting to keep his secret.
"Oh really? Then why do your sketches and drafts look really similar then?" Kuroo questions again, smirking a bit.

Kenma lets out a sigh.
"Fine, Kuroo. I own the account, okay? Are you happy now?" Kenma replies, huffing after.
"I'm more than happy. I really like your artworks, you know? I've always kinda want to meet the artist behind them." Kuroo says as he chuckles.
A faint blush appears on Kenma's face as he averts his gaze to the side.

"Well, you finally know who it is. Congrats." Kenma replies nonchalantly. He returns back to his stool to continue his artwork, leaving a smiling Kuroo by the doorway.

"How long are you gonna stay here?"
"Until I finish this piece."
"Alright, I'll wait. Let's walk home together after."
"I-....okay."

~~~

The pair walked side by side. A comfortable silence between them.
They both stopped in front of Kenma's house as they said their 'goodbyes'.
"Kenma!" Kuroo calls out just before the other steps into his home.
The pudding head turns around and tilts his head slightly.

"You're a work of art." Kuroo says as he smiles. He waves again and starts walking to his home.

Kenma entered his house, closed the door and slid onto the floor. He held his heated up face in his hands as his mind replays those words in his head.
Still on the floor, he takes out his sketchbook and flipped it to the last page. He noticed something written beside the sketch he made of Kuroo.

It showed a hand-drawn heart in black ink and a simple question beside it.

Would you like to go out sometime?