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warm sunlight filtered through the tall windows, falling on the desks in the half-empty classroom. evening was slowly coming, hinting people to finish their business as soon as possible and return home to their loved ones. only the muffled sound of heels, the rustle of movement and the quiet motif of a song can be heard in the room. the only student adjusts the easel and the workplace, carefully choosing the tools to create a masterpiece. of course, she could have finished it much earlier, but there were so many things to do that she barely managed to find time to even sleep.
as soon as everything is prepared, the girl sits down, takes a pencil in her hands and.. freezes.
what should I draw?
this thought was spinning in the charming head, causing Mao to frown. she stares at the blank canvas before sighing. if the work is not exhibited soon, Keito will swear. from this thought, Isara only winced, twirling the pencil in her hand. sometimes she envied Leo's inspiration, which could appear literally at a glance. — it's useless, — moaning, Mao leans back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. Well, at least she's not kidding herself? perhaps she should just draw some kind of still life, but people have certain expectations about her, and she doesn't want to disappoint them.
the flow of thoughts is interrupted by an unexpected slam of the door, and the newly arrived guest yawns loudly without shame. the second person doesn't even need to say anything so that Mao understands who decided to keep her company. sitting on the half-side, Isara weakly waves her hand while a soft smile touches her lips.
— Hi, Ritsu. what are you doing here? I thought you'd be busy.
— mm.. so it is, but a stupid bug has come, I don't want to be in his company," grumbling, the younger Sakuma smoothly comes closer, sitting down on Mao's lap without embarrassment, - I was tired while I was looking for you,- snorting, the older girl puts her head on the shoulder of the pink—haired one, lazily glancing at the easel, — are you drawing something? Ah, Maa-chan is so talented~
— Ritsu, — slightly embarrassed, running her hands through the silky hair of the second girl, Isara slightly fidgets in her chair, — um, not that. It's just that Keito-san asked me to do it.
— fufu. So much work is being dumped on Maa-chan again.
they are silent for a while, just enjoying the comfortable environment. their even breathing adjusts to the same rhythm, almost putting them into a sleepy trance, when Mao suddenly shudders.
- Ritsu, I have to finish this painting today. After that, we'll go home together, okay? — shaking her lightly by the shoulder, Isara mumbles, — Ritsu, don't sleep! — ..but you don't know what to draw. so just leave it, let's get some sleep. With a groan of displeasure, Sakuma grabs Mao's vest harder, not wanting to leave the already heated place.
— I can't. Come on, Ritsu, I have to-.. I have to draw something.
— maybe you can draw me? — playfully running his nose over someone else's neck, Ritsu smiles, dangerously touching Isara's delicate skin with his fangs. the way Mao shudders pliably under her makes Ritsu run her hands from her hips to her waist, slightly pulling her vest higher to expose the defenseless skin on her stomach. Oh, if only they were in her room..
— you? Embarrassed, Mao gently grabbed her wrists, obviously thinking, - that is, to draw your portrait? — exactly ~ — purring, Sakuma reluctantly slides off someone else's lap, heading behind the easel to sit down and take a relaxed pose. — if Maa-chan needs help, your senpai will nobly provide it to you~ blinking, Mao feels her cheeks turn red and her lips tighten into a single strip. why is her heart beating so fast? the very idea that she would be able to portray the Ritz, her Ritz, a work of art, a masterpiece of this world. brought Isara almost cosmic pleasure.
— Ritsu.. — Mao tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, taking up a pencil with a slightly trembling hand, — I am.. Okay, if you don't mind.
— not at all~ I am sure that your drawing will take the first place. because you're such a great fellow, Maa-chan, - laughing weakly, Ritsu watches her from under half—closed eyes, smiling gently at her.
silently nodding, Isara takes a deep breath, starting to sketch. light strokes quickly fill the entire space of the easel, and green eyes rush from it to the model, so as not to forget to capture every detail. Ritsu was.. beautiful. her long black hair to the waist, delicate pale skin and scarlet eyes, looking at the younger girl with such love. everything about her was so perfect. Ritsu doesn't last long: she falls asleep almost immediately, resting her head on her hand. Mao purses his lips and gathers all his strength into a fist so as not to get up and kiss her right now.
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it takes about a couple of hours: the moon has been dominating in the sky for a long time, giving peace and such a necessary rest. Mao winces, rubs the bridge of his nose and painfully soaks the brush in water, finally realizing with a blessing: the painting is finished. It depicts Ritsu as a sleeping princess surrounded by mystical buds and butterflies that complement her magical image. her hair falls from her shoulders and forms a waterfall with a cave, at the other end of which you can see the night mist, dotted with bright stars.
crunching his neck, Mao gets up and puffs softly, slowly getting closer to the Ritz. she's still asleep, so Isara gives herself a few minutes to admire her, gently pushing a stray strand of hair aside.
— you're so beautiful, Ritsu, — muttering, Mao glances from her cute nose to her plump lips, cautiously approaching, — wake up, sonya, — shaking her by the shoulder, Mao laughs weakly when Sakuma frowns and mumbles in protest under her, — if you get up, I'll kiss you.
Ritsu opens his eyes almost immediately, squinting weakly. her hand gently shows off Mao's hand, intertwining their fingers. — promise?