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Natsuo tries not to stare, but the artist’s just too intriguing.
Handsome, blond, standing not too tall but definitely too smug, hands in his pockets while he meets everyone’s eyes, as if daring them to say anything bad about his pieces.
Not that anyone would have a reason to even think that, because damn.
This guy’s good.
His paintings look like photographs, his sculptures look like ancient Greek heroes but better, and there’re even a few conceptual art pieces Natsuo usually finds cheesy, but now stares at in awe. That bottled explosion looks like magic.
Alas, this cocky Bakugou guy might be a genius. It checks out -Natsuo’s father wouldn’t have invited him to display a whole collection in the exclusive Todoroki-owned gallery otherwise.
But what really catches Natsuo’s eye is the forest scene at the farthest point of the exhibition – a huge canvas filled with fast, messy, and colorful brush strokes. Natsuo’s always been a my-favorite-color-is-blue kind of guy, but Bakugou clearly favors oranges and greens, and Natsuo might just convert.
The work’s description informs him that it was painted en plein air. This guy carried that giant canvas up a mountain and then spent however long painting a hauntingly beautiful landscape that makes Natsuo want to strap a backpack on and go himself.
…Maybe bring someone to kiss, while he’s at it.
He already has someone in mind.
He approaches Bakugou and says, “Hey. I like your work.”
Bakugou’s eyebrows lift. “Okay.”
It sounds like a question, but Natsuo ignores the tone in favor of a civil conversation.
“Wanna go on a hike, sometime?”
Bakugou blinks, unimpressed. “Think you can be my muse?”
Natsuo chuckles. “Nah. I can carry your canvas.”
“I can carry my own shit,” Bakugou grumbles, “But I guess you can come, if you want.”