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Miles Edgeworth was not one to get distracted. Except when he sat in the library, staring out the window to see that man who ruined it all. Painting in the gardens, looking ever so beautiful, how could Miles not stare? Stare at his supposed childhood friend who was now ignoring him for whatever reason?
He wasn't hurt-frankly, he didn't care! It wasn't like Miles wanted to reconnect either, he was just... curious. Yes, curiously watching from the library window for a hideous pink sweater and a pair of heterochromatic eyes that weren't supposed to be looking back at him.
Wait, what?
'A 'leave me alone' or a 'I know you like me' would've done him in. And he was ready.
"I want to teach you how to paint."
That, he was not ready for.'
or, Miles agrees to let Phoenix teach him how to paint, and he un(fortunately) gets more than he signed up for. Everything is fine.
cross posted on ao3 °ʚ(*'꒳'*)ɞ°
credits to @/delicis_c for the cover art!!