Sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, Rin grimaced at how sticky his fingers had gotten from splotches of paint.

This painting date was your idea; it was raining and he couldn’t attend practice so you’d planned to make the most of it. He shared your opinion of course, but painting.. wasn’t really something he liked.

Still, he tried for your sake, holding a canvas on his thighs as he attempted to paint you, though he was no Picasso.

“Stop squirming.” He grumbled.