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2022-03-30
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2022-03-30
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Hues and Hymns

Summary:

Art could be anything. It could be colors on canvas, charcoal on paper, ink on skin, or simple chalk drawings on the sidewalk. It could also be your favorite food, your favorite song, as well as the sun rising and setting every day.

It is, of course, subjective as well. One can consider Starry Night art while considering the sunset just another daily thing, and one can consider Für Elise the greatest masterpiece of all time while thinking of American Gothic as just another picture hanging on the wall.

Art is indeed lots of things, but a universal fact about it is that it is never perfect. No amount of paint could ever copy the beauty of a sunrise, and never will one's favorite piece of music sound perfect for the ones that do not appreciate it.

Art is not perfect, so when Momo Yaoyorozu becomes Shouto Todoroki's one and only muse, he finds himself struggling every time as she has always been perfect in his eyes.

Notes:

Hi! So, this is another story that... well, just got added in my writing list. Hopefully I'll get to finish it.

I brainstormed this whole work with @ttodomomo on twitter/bigbadw0lf on AO3. She deserves as much credit 😊 Do give her stories a read as well!

This first post just a letter. Of course, the first actual chapter will be longer.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Folded Papers

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To my one and only muse:

It's been a long time since we last talked. I often find myself thinking about you. I hope you are doing well.

I am currently writing this while sitting by the windows of my apartment. I now live quite high up somewhere in the busy streets of Shibuya. To be honest, I often find myself looking down and hoping to see you among the crowd. It's silly. After all, it's been almost ten years since I last saw you. How would I know what you'd look like now?

I bet you are still beautiful, though. If there's anything that won't ever change despite the permanency of impermanence, it'll be your beauty. You are, after all, my muse since then. I can paint every other stranger in the world and be done with that piece after days, but you are an artwork I can never finish due to my still existing fear of not capturing your bewitching perfection.

After we went our separate ways, I've never been able to listen to my favorite songs then. I would always remember you playing all the songs I had on vinyl with your violin. I thought you'd make fun of me when you saw my collection sitting under my cabinet, but you smiled so bright when you saw the titles, saying they were your favourites as well.

You are so talented— mind and soul. I miss your presence. I miss your warmth, I miss your thoughts and opinions on everything random, I miss our friendly banter, I miss your wisdom, and I miss you.

I've written countless letters that were supposed to be for you ever since, but they all now sit somewhere in my closet, never to be read by the one whose name they are addressed to. I don't even know why I'm still writing to no one, really. I am still such a coward, but I don't want to ruin whatever it is you have now. I know you are happy, and I can live with that. Your dreams have always been mine as well. 

Cheers to us.

 

Truly yours,

Shouto.

 

Notes:

Short, but I hope it was enough to captivate some people into reading this. Comment and kudos are much appreciated 🤙🏻 Thank you for taking a short minute of your time to read the first letter!