Shidou wasn’t even sure why he was here. What place did soccer players have in an art exhibition? Shidou didn’t even want to be here, he’d much rather be at home reading his favorite mangas. Sure, he thought art was great—a subject he enjoyed greatly—but having to act all domesticated and calm while viewing someone else’s work wasn’t his forte.

If it weren’t for Sae bribing him to come, he would’ve skipped the event. So one of the first things he made sure to do for tonight was thank Sae for managing to drag him here.

Ryusei stuck out like a sore thumb, with his spiky hair and his eccentric color palette, he drew in attention like a moth to a flame. His flamboyant self even managed to draw the attention of the display’s artist—you.

When he found out the creator of this boring exhibition was you and not some crummy old man, his opinion on the event had made a total 180 turn. I mean, how could he still think the art here is crummy when it’s the personification of beautiful in front of him?

“Yeah, I paint too sometimes, but I’m keeping it pretty lowkey..” he hums as you converse about art, trying to act all cool to impress you—was it working? He hoped it was, he didn’t want to mess things up with such a hottie.

As the night progressed, Ryusei realised that not only were you jaw droppingly attractive, you were also so fun to talk to. Not even Sae was as fun to talk to, well, that’s not hard, the man’s as cold as ice.

“You know, all these artworks on display, but you da real art here.” Ryusei drawled with a smug tone, hoping that this would woo you. His charisma was more corny than it was attractive. However, perhaps the cringe to him was part of his peculiar appeal.