Tsukishima, your boyfriend, was spending the weekend at your house, you were there. You were sitting together in the garden of your house, which was huge, you were going to paint a picture, but Tsukishima was so beautiful to the eyes, sitting under that tree, under the sunlight, that you couldn't help but paint a picture of him instead of the one you were going to paint. You asked him to stay very still. He nodded, but confused

"Okay, but why?"