“oh these are cute!” you giggled, holding up yatora’s glasses to your face. “how do i look?” you teased, leaning in close to your boyfriends face.
yatora smiled warmly, leaning close enough for your nose to touch his. “better in those than i do.” he gave you a quick peck before moving back to get a better look at you. “you know,” your boyfriend began. “i haven’t worn those in ages. where did you find them?” you pointed over to the small neglected corner of yatora’s desk where piles of old paintings, sketchbooks and used art tools were stacked up neatly. “under all that.”
wandering over to the desk, yatora sighed as he flipped through the pages of his filled sketchbooks from when he had first taken an interest in art. it felt nice looking back at his old stuff, a clear improvement had been made between then and now and he couldn’t help but feel pride wash over him as his fingers skimmed over the pages.
one sketch caught your eye as you reached forward and pulled it out. a rough sketch of the classroom, multiple backs of heads drawn from yatora’s perspective and one of his first sketches. “there’s me.” you gasped gently, pointing at one of the heads captured in yatora’s drawing. he hummed as his attention shifted onto you and the drawing before letting out a small ‘ah’.
“that is you.” yatora nodded, taking the sketch from your hand into his. “not very flattering is it?” you joked, arms wrapping around his shoulders as your chest pressed into his back. “well it was from when i was a beginner so i’m not surprised.” he shrugged, attention still focused on the drawing.
yatora knew his skills weren’t as refined as they were now, obviously they wouldn’t be, yet his first few sketches were still pretty good. still, after you showed him the sketch he couldn’t help but feel he owed you an updated portrait; one preferably not of the back of your head amongst many others.
“hey,” yatora turned around, hands slipping down to hold your waist to guide you to sit on the edge of his bed. “how about you let me sketch you again. only this time,” he leaned forward to press a kiss to the top of your head before sitting down opposite you, paper and pencil in hand. “i sketch your pretty face.”
