Diamond is Unbreakable x Reader

3: The Kishibe Rohan

     It was still morning and you finally found a good café to eat. You found a decent table close to the café's door and decided to settle there as you placed your luggage beside you. A subtle aroma of coffee and pastries entered your lungs. You couldn't help but admit that smelling it in the morning is the best.

You tried to forget about everything just happened. Maybe there's a reason why you ended up here instead to your hotel in Tokyo. You tried your best to be optimistic to prevent stressing out. A nice breakfast would be great before continuing to panic and make up a plan to leave this town since your budget is quite tight.

You ordered some food from the menu and your attention was caught by the posters on the wall stating that the café needs more employees, your attention then transferred to the familiar green haired man sitting rather peacefully in the corner of the café.

He was sipping what looked like a tea in a tea cup. You noticed his legs were crossed as he was sitting elegantly on his seat.

You averted your eyes away from him before he'll catch you staring, it would be weird and rude if you get caught, but you couldn't help but to appreciate how the morning sunlight touches his skin and how good he looks while he sits there, you adored his clothing it was chic and unique. You suddenly felt the urge to sketch him.

Before the green haired man moves you unzipped your luggage and took your sketch book out as well as your pencil. You always bring it with you since finding inspiration is the reason why you loved traveling. You wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

The tip of your graphite pencil grazed over your milky high quality sketch book capturing the green haired man's pose. When you were satisfied with the guidelines you boldly took out your fountain pen and inked your minimalistic sketch adding his facial expression and little details such as his bizarre golden earrings and wrinkles of his clothings.

You glanced back at the man and then back at your drawing as you were correcting the areas of the sketch, you did that a few more times.

While you were focused on inking the entire drawing you felt a hot breath beside your neck, you halted as your eyes widens when you looked at where the green haired man was seated, he was gone, you turned your eyes to your side confirming that he was close to you instead.

"You drew me." He said retreating his head back as he stands properly behind you. His voice was calm and soothing compared to what you heard when you bumped into him outside the café.

"N-yeah?" You said, embarrassment washed over your expression as you hovered your hand over the inked paper covering your masterpiece from his judgmental sight. Your cheeks heated while your brows were furrowed trying to look annoyed from the man being too close for comfort but in reality you were actually embarrassed and flustered.

"No need to cover it, I've already seen it." You gulped from his words, you slowly retrieved your hands back to your lap fidgeting with your fingers as the man behind you continuously furrows his eyebrows at your drawing.

You felt him leave his position and pulled the chair in front of you as he sat on it, crossing his legs again and leaning close with his elbow on the table and your sketch book in his hand.

"I can't seem to find anything wrong with the drawing." He hums, your brow raised from his forward statement, you couldn't say you hated it, in fact, you preferred straightforwardness, "Not bad, you were able to capture the pose naturally, it doesn't look stiff, and the lighting, isn't... that bad." You wondered if he was just mean or bad at giving compliments or both.

"Thank you?" You said a little uneasy which made him lock eyes with you. You gathered your courage and tried to get over the embarrassment and said, "I was quite fascinated with how you dress and I thought the lighting was perfect with your pose, I couldn't help myself but draw you. I'm sorry if it's weird." He just looks at you for a moment as you felt regret drowning you for speaking your mind out. He seemed to be observing your face and how your facial expression reverted back to being embarrassed again.

The bizarrely dressed man in front of you chuckled,

"When I confirmed you were drawing me I purposely stayed still because I was curious on how it'll turn out, I must say I was satisfied." He said casually. He placed your sketchbook on the table and sat properly. He wasn't that bad at complimenting after all.

Your heart swells from his comment, he seemed to be knowledgeable about art because of his use of words from his critiques. You guessed he must love art as well. Your pride fuels from his compliments and honesty.

"I'm Kishibe Rohan." You blinked multiple times and gulped silently,

"K-kishibe Rohan?" Stuttering, you sat properly with an uneasy expression on your face.

"Huh. You seem to know me from your reaction." he said and leaned on the chair crossing his legs once again.

"THE Kishibe Rohan?" Your hands slammed on the table which made the mangaka you adore chuckle at your action.

"If you want my autograph I have no problem giving it you." Rohan smirks as he eyes you. You immediately noticed his teasing tone, you gathered yourself together and decided you won't feed his ego. You were prideful yourself so you said;

"No thank you. My name's L/n Y/n." I'm a big fan of your manga Pink Dark Boy, I absolutely love your art style, your coloring and line works. The manga itself was enticing and inspiring. I have a T-shirt of the main character's face in my luggage beside me but I won't tell you that even though you are one of my favorite artists because I hate feeding people's ego.

He lets out a hum before speaking once again. "I see." he pauses and pursues his lips together and continues, "Y/n-san."

"Would you like to work with me?"