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Dazatsu Art students au
Atsushi wonder what’s inside that brown sketchbook that his senior always bring along with. It’s old and well used but he noticed that half of it were yet to be filled with sketch and scribbles. Curious. Atsushi wants to see it
Atsushi wonder what’s inside that brown sketchbook that his senior always bring along with. It’s old and well used but he noticed that half of it were yet to be filled with sketch and scribbles. Curious. Atsushi wants to see it
He wants to see what’s inside that beloved sketchbook of his. Seeing how Dazai hold dear to it so much had Atsushi’s filled with wonder. But he understand that it could be something very private, a story or planed art work he’ll be working on in the future
Yet, Atsushi wonders. If it contains something like his secret sketchbook.
Inside that filled with sketches and scribbles of scenery, his deep dark emotions or fear and... sketches of Dazai.
But he kept them hidden well in his room.
Inside that filled with sketches and scribbles of scenery, his deep dark emotions or fear and... sketches of Dazai.
But he kept them hidden well in his room.
“Atsushi-kun can you be my muse? “
He’s surprised when he heard Dazai’s request. Him? Why?
“Are you sure?” He asked, face entirely red in embarrassment.
He looked at the older who gave him a small smile before saying “you’re perfect for this next project”
He’s surprised when he heard Dazai’s request. Him? Why?
“Are you sure?” He asked, face entirely red in embarrassment.
He looked at the older who gave him a small smile before saying “you’re perfect for this next project”
If his heart skip fast before then It’ll double the rate by now because his crush is asking him to be his muse. Him? Of all people?
“W-what’s the concept?” He asked shyly. Maybe it’s something ugly and Atsushi is perfect for this word. Yeah probably-
“Pure”
“W-what’s the concept?” He asked shyly. Maybe it’s something ugly and Atsushi is perfect for this word. Yeah probably-
“Pure”
Atsushi could die right here.
Is that what Dazai think of him? Out of all ideas and people who I could fit this word “Pure” He could barely believe he’s anywhere near that.
A beast like him?
“You’re perfect for this Atsushi-kun” As if he could read his
Is that what Dazai think of him? Out of all ideas and people who I could fit this word “Pure” He could barely believe he’s anywhere near that.
A beast like him?
“You’re perfect for this Atsushi-kun” As if he could read his
mind, Dazai continue “please be my muse, I can’t find a replacement you know”
Resultantly, he accept. Just because it means he could spend more time with Dazai. Though it could be embarrassing to let the elder stare at him for a long time only to find his
Resultantly, he accept. Just because it means he could spend more time with Dazai. Though it could be embarrassing to let the elder stare at him for a long time only to find his
imperfections and it’ll ruin his art work. He thought grimly.
Dazai’s big grin after his acceptance melt his doubt away seconds later.
If his crush is happy then it’s okay. He think.
Dazai’s big grin after his acceptance melt his doubt away seconds later.
If his crush is happy then it’s okay. He think.
Two months.
Two months of them spending more time together, Atsushi felt like their talk goes beyond asking about projects and causalities.
They talk about everything and nothing, interest, hobbies, happiness and sadness. This way Atsushi think he learned
Two months of them spending more time together, Atsushi felt like their talk goes beyond asking about projects and causalities.
They talk about everything and nothing, interest, hobbies, happiness and sadness. This way Atsushi think he learned
More about his crush than he thought.
Sometimes they explore about something deeper. Though it’s mostly about Atsushi bc the older had been the one asking him various questions.
Sometimes they explore about something deeper. Though it’s mostly about Atsushi bc the older had been the one asking him various questions.
Atsushi taking chase glance on Dazai whevern he could. His beautiful face, concentrate frown, nimble hands hold brush as he gently paint on canvase or hold pencils as he stop to sketch something on his brown sketchbook.
Atsushi noticed that his sketch book
Atsushi noticed that his sketch book
Seems to be filled more half ways now.
Had Dazai found new wave of inspirations?
Could it be because of Atsushi?
As narcissistic as it sounds of him. But Dazai has filled his book around Atsushi more, he noticed.
Gentle eyes on him had his mind wanders
Had Dazai found new wave of inspirations?
Could it be because of Atsushi?
As narcissistic as it sounds of him. But Dazai has filled his book around Atsushi more, he noticed.
Gentle eyes on him had his mind wanders
“This sketchbook is from someone dear to me, and I filled it with someone I love” Dazai said.
He noticed Atsushi had stared at it many times. The younger, blushed hard after that.
“You can look after I finish the painting”
After that Atsushi had look
He noticed Atsushi had stared at it many times. The younger, blushed hard after that.
“You can look after I finish the painting”
After that Atsushi had look
Forward to it each and every day. Counting down on that day when he finished it and show the painting at Uni’s exhibition.
His last project before graduation.
His last project before graduation.
That day comes earlier than he expected. Atsushi is filled with excitement and nerves because he hopes he’s a good muse and not ruin the painting.
‘Shut it, this is Dazai-San, he may paint a lot of deep and dark works but he made them beautiful’
‘Shut it, this is Dazai-San, he may paint a lot of deep and dark works but he made them beautiful’
Smiling happily he walk through exhibition with excitement. Awed at seniors art work, smiled never left his face.
He stopped and look for Dazai’s name under paintings and then stare at the painting that he didn’t recognize.
His smile faltered
He stopped and look for Dazai’s name under paintings and then stare at the painting that he didn’t recognize.
His smile faltered
The painting is beautiful, colour of sunsets painted on canvases shape the person in the painting golden. Pure and beautiful.
He looked beautiful and pure and melancholic.
The person in the painting isn’t him.
‘Pure soul’ is the name of the painting.
He looked beautiful and pure and melancholic.
The person in the painting isn’t him.
‘Pure soul’ is the name of the painting.
“That hurts Dazai-San you played with my feelings so well... “
He force out a smile. Knowing full well that Dazai is behind him. Knowing that person in the painting quite well too.
“I couldn’t have a chance with With you at all” chuckling briefly.
He force out a smile. Knowing full well that Dazai is behind him. Knowing that person in the painting quite well too.
“I couldn’t have a chance with With you at all” chuckling briefly.
His grip on the brown sketchbook tightened.
‘That person isn’t me. I know that but still, you see him in me? Is this Atsushi that ugly and so easy just so you can use someone’s face?’ His mind flooded with thoughts.
Without turning back he walk off
‘That person isn’t me. I know that but still, you see him in me? Is this Atsushi that ugly and so easy just so you can use someone’s face?’ His mind flooded with thoughts.
Without turning back he walk off
He had looked through the sketchbook before he came to the exhibition.
It’s inside explains everything that is left untold in the painting infront of him.
Dazai sees that man in everyone’s face after all.
It’s inside explains everything that is left untold in the painting infront of him.
Dazai sees that man in everyone’s face after all.
