Work Text:
A long stroke. Another long stroke. The canvas is starting to fill with yellow.
A pencil is tapping against the easel.
"Kakyoin, could you please stop doing that? You're disturbing my concentration."
The tapping doesn't falter. "Is that so? I apologize then. Though your teeth grinding isn't exactly making it easy for me to concentrate either."
Rohan grips his paint brush.
This is how Kakyoin Noriaki has been ever since he entered his art club. He had acted utterly polite at first, but after realizing that Rohan didn't buy his silly act in the least, he dropped it. Well, expect for his overly polite speech.
Kakyoin brushes his long curly bang behind his ear. Rohan snorts. It's that type of behavior that ticks him off. Not only does the boy act fake as hell, but also does these unnecessary graceful movements. It's as if he was modeling for a class full of high class artists, and not sitting in a dim classroom after school hours sketching a man's naked torso.
"You know, I have a theory that you're only tapping that pen against your easel just to annoy me", Rohan scoffs.
Kakyoin lifts his eyes from his drawing. "Oh? Do you have any proof, Kishibe?"
Rohan rolls his eyes. They've gone through this game before and it always ends the same way. "Shut up. We both know that you're just jealous that I'm so far ahead with my work meanwhile you're still sketching." He smirks when he sees the annoyed look on the other boy's face. That must've hit the spot.
"This isn't a competition of speed, Kishibe. It's about who gets the best end results. You, if anyone should know that rushing could ruin your entire work." He eyes the green haired's painting. "Plus, with that shade of yellow I don't have to worry about losing in the least. It looks like you've just sprayed mustard on it."
"Says the one who wont stop coating his paintings in green."
"Well it's not my fault that green is such a superior color", Kakyoin says, shrugging smugly.
"Yes, if you're aiming for it to look like a frog."
Kakyoin places his pen down, finally quitting the everlasting tapping. He turns slightly more to Rohan's direction, almost knocking over one of his paint cans. "Do you have a problem with frogs?"
That must've hit a nerve, Rohan concludes based on how Kakyoin's glaring at him. He decides to retreat, not wanting to start an actual brawl. After all, the redhead can be quite crude at times.
(Rohan had once seen him beat up a guy on campus for making fun of his eye scars. When it comes to it, Kakyoin Noriaki is not one to be messed with. Well at least, if you're not Kishibe Rohan.)
"No. Just don't like the color."
The answer seemed to satisfy Kakyoin, him turning back to sketching the shadings of the pecs on his paper. They were starting come along nicely. The nipples were highly detailed too.
"How long are you going to work on those boobs? If you keep going like this, I'll be ready before you're even done with the abs."
"Says the one who took forever to get the dick angle right in his drawing", Kakyoin muttered.
Rohan's ears twitch a bit, hoping the boy beside him doesn't notice. "It's called paying attention to the detail, look it up." Before Kakyoin has the chance to reply with something like well that's exactly what I'm doing, he continues, "But with the way you've been at it for hours now, I wouldn't call it even polishing anymore. It's practically pen fucking at this point."
Kakyoin splutters. "H-How is it pen fucking?"
"Oh please, like anyone wouldn't notice that it's your boyfriend's boobs that you're drawing. It's so obvious, it's ridiculous." It genuinely is way too obvious. No one on the entire campus is as ripped as Kujo Jotaro and considering the redhead's obsession with drawing the guy, it seriously could not be anyone else.
Kakyoin is starting gain some color on his face. Under different circumstances one would claim that it's just the summer heat reflecting off of the boy's face, but after the statement Rohan just made, it can't be anything but a plain old blush.
"Getting flustered, Kakyoin?"
"Shut up, Kishibe. The yellow's starting to droop over your dick drawing", Kakyoin snaps.
Seemingly not wanting to get ridiculed over his hours long sketching of his boyfriend's chest, Kakyoin stands up and starts to pack his things.
Rohan hums satisfied. It seems he's won this round of their little game.
-
A week later, after they've both finished their latest works (both all pretty and full of color), Kakyoin arrives to the club late. Now, this is something unusual, the artist quite passionate about the art club, more often arriving early than not. The second thing that's unusual is that his hair is a mess. Everyone in the whole club knows not to touch Kakyoin's hair, it's quality highly important to it's owner. And if that isn't enough, his sweater is crooked and shirt buttoned wrong. Rohan narrows his eyes.
"I see you've either walked though a strong wind storm or... a storm called Kujo Jotaro."
Kakyoin grins, apparently not even Rohan's sarcastic remarks being able to lower his mood. "You know, Kishibe, you might've said that I lost our bet because your painting was much more 'fulfilling', but I'll have you know that that is not the case at all." He takes a sip of the coffee he was carrying when he walked in (it's most likely cold, but it doesn't show on the redhead's face). "Because as you can see", he gestures to himself, "I'm clearly the real winner here."
Rohan snorts, reaching for his own coffee mug that turns out to be empty. "Are you saying that because you got railed thanks to your mediocre painting, you're the real winner?"
Kakyoin hums and gulps down the remains of his (cold) coffee.
They exchange glances, one of great annoyance, one of sheer joy, and turn to their easels to set up their new works—and at the same time, a new contest. Rohan sighs rubbing a hand over his face.
Kakyoin Noriaki was going to be the death of him.