Stringbean! [ Tsukishima x Oc ]

Previously, in the last chapter...

Tsukishima's POV:

"You look horrible." I said.

"MEAN STRINGBEAN !"

"Whatever. Let's finish this quickly."

"Hai ! Let's start then!"

Continuing ...

Tsukishima's POV:

"Okay, let's go to my room. My art supplies are there." Then, i realized what i just said. Shit. Why did I have to bring her to my room for the project ?  Think brain! Oh no, silence, what is she going to say ?

"Ah, okay! Let's go then." She took my arm and dragged me to my room.

And so we began. 

Your POV:

We began.

I took my sketchbook and Tsukishima took his. We sat on the floormat, opposite each other and began to draw.

"Ne~ Tsuki!"

"What now."

"Smile."

"What? No."

"Why not?"

"..."

"Please?"

"No."

"Hmph, fine then! Meanie Stringbean!" I pouted. 

In Tsukishima's mind: Cute. 

I decided to go with a watercolor painting of him. I did a rough sketch of him, and began painting it with my paintbrush ever so delicately. I look over to him every once in a while, and he looked as if he was taking this seriously. Maybe he genuinely wants to draw me? He looked cute. We sat in silence, but it was not uncomfortable, it was peaceful and calming. 

After a few hours, i was done. I set my sketchbook aside as i waited for Tsukishima to finish. 

"Ne~ Stringbean."

"What."

"You're taking this seriously ne?" He looked at me with a confused look.

"Of course. This counts as my grade, you know."

"Oh yeah!" I said as enthusiastically as possible, but deep down, i was a little disappointed with his response. Well, not that he likes me anyway.

A while later ~ 

Tsukishima's POV:

I looked at my sketchbook and was satisfied. It was true that one of the reasons why i was taking this seriously is that it counts as my grades, however, that was just a mere excuse to draw her.

"I'm done munchkin. Show me yours."

"Heh? No way!"

"Why not?"

"Umm, you might not like it."

"It doesn't matter. If you don't show it to me now, i can see it for myself next week anyway." 

'"Still...No!"

"Well, you leave me with no choice."  I took her sketchbook and brought it up high so she couldn't reach it. 

"Oi! Meanie Stringbean! Give it back!"

"Hmm, let's see. How about, no?"

"Fine. But don't say i didn't warn you." I was curious about how will she draw me. Will she draw me looking angry, annoyed, or bored looking? I looked at her sketchbook and my jaw dropped. 

Wow. I couldn't believe what i saw. She didn't draw me in any of the expressions above, instead, she drew me, smiling. It was a simple painting of me smiling, a soft yellow background, and her signature at the bottom. It may look ordinary to others, but it was a masterpiece to me. It wasn't because it was a portrait of myself, but she had control of the colors and her composition was perfect. I couldn't help but to just stare at the work of art that lies in front of me. 

"Ano, Tsukishima, i know it's not that good, and it may not suit your taste, but i really wanted to draw you smiling. Though it's hard to draw something you almost never see before." She mumbled the last part out, but i heard it. I can't help but a smile crept up my face.

"It's perfect," I whispered underneath my breath, but Aisaka heard it anyways.

She looked at me with the brightest smile and said: "Arigatou~ Stringbean!" 

Your POV:

I'm so happy that stringbean liked my painting of him. He even smiled. Perfect. He looked absoulutely perfect. 

"Ne~ show me yours Tsukishima!"

"No."

"Eh? Why not? I showed you mine!"

"No."

I whined as i gave him my puppy eyes. He sighed and passed me his sketchbook. I opened it and just saw the most beautiful portrait ever.

It was me, but he drew it so accurately, so delicately, so inhuman. It was a rather messy sketch of me, yet carries so many details from my eyes to my lips. It showed me smiling, in the t-shirt i was wearing now. It wasn't colored, but it made me feel the colors. It was gorgeous. 

"Wow! You're so amazing at drawing stringbean!" 

"Shut up."

"Hai, hai, but really though, it looks absolutely beautiful!"

Tsukishima turned away and got up.

"It's really late now, maybe you should stay the night here."

What on earth? The Tsukishima Kei just asked me to stay the night in HIS house? I was speechless. 

"Oi. It's not what you think, i just don't want you to get lost in the dark."

"You could walk me home though?" I suggested. His cheeks suddenly flushed a dark red.

"N-no way! I-i don't want to be kidnapped because of you." Oh. He's in tsundere mode. 

He sighed. "Just do whatever you want! I'm going to shower." Then, he left the room. 

I laughed at his priceless expressions just now. I love seeing him so flustered. I decided to stay the night. I started cleaning up the art supplies and lied down on his bed. I felt my eyelids becoming heavier and heavier as i drifted off to a deep sleep. 

Tsukishima's POV:

I got out of the shower feeling more relaxed, but still a little flustered from the last conversation. I decided to not wear a shirt and just put on a pair of shorts. I can't wait to see munchkin's expression when she sees me half naked. I thought as i walked towards my bed just to see a munchkin asleep. 

Her soft snores echo through my ears. Her breathing was calm, and her position was a little funny. I sat down and looked at her. Truly breathtaking. Her ever so soft raven locks, laying scattered on my bed. Her doll-like lashes and plump lips, tiny hands yet were slightly rougher than other girls due to her playing volleyball. I could stare at her forever. Her nose will slight crinkle from time to time as her eyebrows furrowed. 

You really got me Munchkin. You made me fall in love with you, and now, i really can't stop. 

I gently placed her under the covers and climb into bed. After lots of debating in my head, i decided to wrap my arms around her waist. The scent of her hair is intoxicating my nose, smells like strawberries. I matched my breathing with hers and fell asleep. 

Falling in love ~ 

So this is what it feels like...