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[ One of those things is definitely not like the other and she should be so glad that Hajun can't read minds. ]

I'm not, actually -- I may consider the music club, but I'm still a bit hesitant. [ aka he hates having to engage any more than he already has to; faking the funk and studying. ] Are you working on a project? Do you mind if I take a peek?

Music club's boring— you don't need a club to sing! You can go out and sing karaoke like normal people, who have friends.

[ You don't really need a club to draw either, but unlike a classroom repurposed into a music room but doesn't have as great of acoustics as, say, the auditorium, the art clubroom contains more supplies than she would be able to afford on her own, and plenty of space to spread out without needing a personal studio for her own room.

She is working on a project, though, and pushes through the door to lead the way to the music room, spinning on her heels once she's out the door and hops in place until she sees he's following him before turning back down the hall. ]

Are you any good with art? You're gonna be soooooo impressed, I promise!

Are you trying to imply that I have no friends? [ He's a little offended, bringing a hand up to pinch her cheek lightly. ] I have plenty, but I wouldn't want to hear them sing... I'd actually rather listen to nails on a chalkboard.

[ He doesn't care if Rika was a previous idol -- AKB48 has how many and only like ten of those girls can actually hold a note.

That noted, he follows behind her, shaking his head once asked. ]

I wouldn't say I am... My parents enrolled me in piano classes for some time, but otherwise they didn't push me to draw. Honestly as long as it resembles anything I'll applaud.

[ She starts to laugh, but it's cut short when she gets her cheeks pinched and she puffs out her cheek on that side so she can push his fingers way with her breath. Though, it's nothing she would argue against either, seeing how she wouldn't want to hear most of her friends sing either— you put a handful of people in a room together to sing happy birthday one time and you learn. ]

Art's easy! You don't need skill or lessons or anything like that— it's a pure expression of the soul! Come paint with me sometime, okay? I bet you'll be super inspired after seeing what I've been working on!

[ "Honestly as long as it resembles anything" oh boy, prepare yourself ]

I guess it would be something different. [ He says, with a shrug -- and of course he needs to execute some air of arrogance: ] It'll be a nice surprise to find out that I'm talented in art, too.

[ Queue hairflip if he had the length for it, but fortunately he's just going to smile and act like he's teasing. ]

Alright, where is it?

It's a work in progress, okay...

[ she says, in an uncharacteristically small voice that could be mistaken for shyness if her eyes weren't shining so brightly with anticipation as she pulls out her canvas and dramatically flips it over. ]

How does this make you feel?!!

[ He gives her another reassuring smile, nodding his head in understanding as he prepares for whatever she is about to uncover. And when she does there's a moment where his expression nearly falters -- nearly -- until he remembers that he's in the presence of a young girl.

A young girl that has probably attributed to his kidnapping but that's just another theory -- ]

... It feels fitting. [ He answers, staring a little too long than he wants to and turns to offer her a small cant of his head. ] To this place, I mean. Very... [ Come on years of training to be the perfect boy come through!! ] Characteristic. Unique. I'm not sure if I've ever seen art like this before, so I'll applaud you to that.

[ "Very characteristic" are you hearing yourself? Is Chiaki hearing any of this at all? no she sees a smile and hears praise and she beams with the light of a thousand suns. ]

You really, really think so? Hehe...

[ She turns the canvas around so she can look down at her artwork, eyes full of pride, like a mother looking at her child. ]

It's Sena and Komaeda! I knew you had good taste— I'll draw one of you too, once I finish this one!

...

[ He blinks. ]

Eh? Wait. [ Hajun comes around, placing a hand on her shoulder as he observes the painting once more. His smile grows wider, genuine, and he has to swallow down the desire to burst out laughing right beside her. Holy shit. ]

You said it's Sena and Komaeda? Oh... Oh! Yeah! I totally see it! Ah, Chiaki-san, you're so talented! [ He then pats her shoulder twice. ] Don't worry about me, I'm not a fan of portraits unless it's with a camera.

[ She preens, standing tall with that weight on her shoulder and resisting the urge to dance a little happy dance, you know the sort where you just want to move your feet because otherwise you can't keep it all contained. ]

Thank you~ It's good, right? Yeah! I'm the best!

[ Hajun is the only person in this entire school with Good Taste. Chiaki holds her painting up before them so they can body bask in its glory. ]

It's not just portraits, I can teach you to draw other stuff too. What does your soul look like, Yeon? I'll help you draw it!

Are you trying to recruit me for the art club?

[ He laughs, offering another smile; genuine. ]

Sorry, but I'll have to put some thought into it... I wouldn't know how to describe my soul.

Yeah! In that room, I get to be surrounded by everything that makes me happy and do what makes me happy and forget the rest of the world. So of course I want you to be there too.

[ As if her wants is enough to persuade him. But she does consider something, pursing her lips and pressing the tips of her fingers to them for a moment before bringing her hands together. ]

Your soul is apple cider.

Are you hitting on me right now? I thought you wanted to save the boyfriend experience for the holiday... if you act like this, I might just start spoiling you right now.

[ That said! He's offended. Maybe. ]

... Ha? [ His brows curve, confusion evident. ] What does that mean, exactly? Are you saying that I'm warm?

[ SHE BETTER BE!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[ She puffs her cheeks ]

I'm not hitting on you, I'm telling the truth! Anyways, you're warm but more than that, you're spicy!

[ Warm and spicy? good things, right? a nicer way of saying your soul is the color of dehydrated pee, apple cider is delicious and full of nostalgia except you can't drink too much of it or your tongue feels dry. ]

[ you're absolutely insane for all that, kinda love it ]

I'm not going to do any nude modeling for you.

[ ):!!! ]

Not even as my boyfriend?

[ He's too old... ]

We're not at that step yet.

You're my boyfriend starting now. Take off your clothes.

Don't you want to go out during the holiday... ?

Would you rather take your clothes off outside...?

[ They could do both. She's being kind here, Hajun. ]

...

[ He starts removing his jacket. ]

You only have one day with me, remember? Is this really how you want to spend it?

[ Hmmmmm... She stops and thinks, tapping her chin, pursing her lips, sneaking glances his way.

like

if she keeps stalling, he'll keep stripping and she gets the best of both worlds. ]

[ girl he mainsplains, manipulates, and malewifes himself out of so many situations she thinks she’s gonna see his tummy for FREE? ]

You’re going to have to make a decision before I go any further.

[ She purses her lips a little more until it becomes more of a pout, but then she huffs and relents. ]

Okay, fine! We'll save it... but when you're my boyfriend for one day, you better prepare yourself to go all the way!

[ And in record speed, Hajun puts his jacket back on! ]

You're a smart girl. [ That said he laughs, reaching out to ruffle up her hair before smoothing it back out with both hands. It allows him to get closer to her, lips pushed into a trained smile before they part -- Hajun's tone is lowered into a whisper, almost... seductive? He's a bastard, sorry. ] I'll be sure to treat you well, as a woman, so just be patient.

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