February 14 was a day he would never expect himself to be celebrating with a significant other. Honestly, he figured he’d always be alone on that day — supposedly. After you came along, being the light illuminating each path in his life — this February 14, he wasn’t alone.

Paint containers scattered on the ground, some of them spilling and staining the wood floors as his paintbrush goes around the canvas. His brows furrows slightly, eyes focused on the trail of paint left behind by the canvas, fingers trembling slightly as he tries to keep it steady.

“gosh — who knew painting was this hard?” He huffed out through his lips, as his eyes glance up to see you, who was painting in front on him, was doing. You looked so content — so happy, he couldn’t help the smile tugging the corners of his lips.

He didn’t have much expertise in painting, especially in painting human figures — but if it was you, oh he would gladly try his best. He struggles with trying to choose and maintain the same color when mixing the colors — which he finds really stupid, but he can’t lie, you’re making painting quite enjoyable for him, something he had never expected to happen.

“hey — lemme see yours, I wanna know,” he knows it’s supposed to be secret — how the two of you are painting each other, but he couldn’t help the curiosity and excitement bubbling inside of him to see your painting. A grin tugs the corners of his lips as he watches you tell him no, but was that really going to stop him?

He stands up from his place, walking towards your way to get a peek at your canvas — watching as you pick it up and hold it against your chest to prevent him from looking at it. With fingers stained with paint, his fingers lunge towards your waist — tickling it and watching as you burst into giggles, trying to push his hand away while desperately holding onto the canvas.

“c’mon — just a teeny peek?” He grins — watching as your hand moves to his face to try and push his head away from looking at the painting you made of him.