Oh, to be loved by an artist...

Chuuya was very fond of his paintings. He had a special bond with each and everyone of them. He spent weeks, if not months, working on them, perfecting each tiny detail. All of his drawings held a special place in his heart.

He didn't draw anything. Chuuya paints only things, that he founds beautiful. That pink cherry blossom, that adorable puppy, the orange setting sky..

Then he saw you. You were beautiful. So he had to paint you too.

He spent weeks working on the drawing, but that wasn't enough. His paintings weren't capturing your whole beauty. The color of your cheeks was too pale, the spark in your eyes - too little.

So Chuuya would start wanting to see you more, so he could capture your features in the drawing. And t was never enough. There was always something wrong, something missing...

One day you were at his place, sipping casually on a drink, while he was on another rant about his passion - art. He went on and on about a certain artist, and you just watched him, smiling softly. At some point he realised that he was rambling too much and blushed, but you waved your hand, murmuring.

"Go on, don't stop talking"