"Asahi-san, why are you always painting?"
"I just like it."
"But what do you even do other than sit around all day making pictures of people? What are the perks?"
"Well, for one, I get to look at you."
"I-"
"Sit still! I need to get your face right! Stupid other eye..."
"I'm bored. Why did I agree to this?"
"Why did you agree to model for my next painting class?"
"Yeah!"
"Because you love me, Nishinoya-kun."
"I- I call bullshit!"
"You can't call bullshit on yourself. Besides, we're dating. I know you love me because if you didn't we'd have broken up already."
"Fine, fine, I do love you."
"That's what I needed to hear."
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"Why are your hands so covered in paint?"
"Why do your arms get red when you receive a volleyball?"
"...touché."
"It's because I paint with my wrist at an angle."
"Oh. Okay."
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"How do you sit still for so long?"
"I've had practice. Are you enjoying your break?"
"Yep."
"I bet."
"Asahi-san! Your hands are still covered in paint! Shouldn't you wash that off?"
"Eh. They'll just get dirty again. Plus, every time we take a break and there's paint on my hands, you fuss over me."
"You sly little bastard!"
"Yup. Now let's get back inside. I need to finish your portrait."
"Okay."
