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kurodai ➳ art class

It's not that Kuroo hated art class. Honestly, it just bored him to death, if it wasn't already obvious from the continuous drumming of his fingers and gaze glued to the ticking hands of the clock, counting down the minutes until he could leave.

The only thing keeping him from drifting off into a reverie was a fellow classmate who he was somewhat pulled towards. At times, his eyes would linger for a split second too long, studying the ineffable features that fit perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle, to make Daichi a masterpiece.

Whilst caught in a daze, his callused palm clumsily knocked his palette over, spilling watercolors across his blank canvas. Hues of aqua and sky blue bled together and suddenly, a discovery dawned upon him.

Was it really necessary to study the fine arts when there was a breathing piece of artwork residing five desks in front of him?

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written on November 20, 2016 and November 26, 2016.