Suguru groaned, erasing what he had just sketched for the nth time to the point that he was surprised that the paper hadn’t ripped yet. It was never enough for him, he couldn’t get into paper all the life within your eyes, the ones that made his heart skip a beat, the ones that made him fall completely and utterly in love with you, his partner.

“Again?” He heard your voice, instantly making his eyes snap up at you, and he nodded in embarrassment, you sitting a few feet away from him still in the same position.

“I just can’t get it right” he huffed, pressing one thumb against his forehead and twisting it, “I can’t get your eyes right…” he huffed again, standing up from his chair and sneaking the pencil inside his bun, pulling the chair closer to you.

“Just stay still, alright?” He whispered as he grabbed your chin, staring straight into your eyes for a few seconds before clicking his tongue and starting to sketch once again. “I'll finish this and just put it on the canvas.” For some reason, he didn’t like to sketch straight up on the canvas.

It was a sketch for a final project, the professor said to paint something that inspires them, that they would want to plaster in art forever, so of course, he had to paint you.

What else could he submit for his final project other than you? The person who broke his belief in art in just an instant?