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“Are you serious that you want me to be a model? I’m sure there’s a ton of handsome guys out there willing to do this job…”
“Shut it Yatora.” Yuka brings their sketchbooks in, placing them in some order that Yatora can’t understand. “I need you here, just standing there and yapping about my popularity is okay, but I would really appreciate it if you could just talk about something normal.”
Yatora stands behind the curtains of Yuka’s bathroom, stripping down the last piece of clothing he had on himself. It was a bizarre meeting at the train station, a reunion of quite a while caught up in paintings and all the projects going on at the university from Yatora’s side. God knows what Yuka had been doing, but they seem pretty decent and take care of themselves quite nicely. They caught up in a nearby chain food restaurant that is open 24/7. talking about what got them there, but not such deep talk, however.
Then the offer arises: Yatora would be Yuka’s nude model for a couple of hours, and he would be paid quite handsomely. And they got here (Yatora did say that he didn’t really need any payment to help his friend, but Yuka insisted, and he successfully haggled the price down to be quite low compared to hiring some amateur fashion or commercial models in the market.)
“Are you done?” Yuka finally found the perfect spot for everything: The canvas, colour palette and tubes were placed nicely, and there were some tea and cookies in a fancy box coming from the expensive bakery in Shibuya. They are surely prepared for today. Unlike Yatora, if this date came later, he would spend some days losing fat and bulking up a little. But he’s here anyway
“I somehow feel so underprepared…” Yatora mutters, his hands tracing the little spot scars scattering among his body. They are not noticeable, but his shape and skin are not as perfect as the marble statues or commercial models. No one is perfect, he tries his best to not think of anything else. But standing naked in front of your friend probably does something to him.
“Relax, I hired you to be a model, not a butler. So let’s just get to work.” Yuka states, his paintbrush already drenched in a mellow blue.
“Hm…” Yatora tries to stay still, but the position is so damn awkward. He was sitting on the ground, leaning on the wall. His back was straightened, arms loose by his side while his body was shifted a little to the right, trying to hide his crotch. Maybe Yuka was inspired by some Roman statue works, but he wouldn’t know. Everything wasn’t uncomfortable at all, just wacky.
“What’s wrong?” Yuka hums, mixing up another shade of blue. Now that Yatora realises, there are only blue-ish shades with black and white colours on the palette. It was a strange way to start the canvas, but who he is to judge?
“It just…strange.” Yatora tries to advert his eyes out the drawn curtains, wondering if he can let more light into the room.”I’ve never done this before.”
“I can see that.” Yuka smirks, hands still moving constantly, Yatora can only scoff at their remarks.
“How about you? Have you done anything like this before?” Yatora tries to invest. His curiosity surely had exceeded his irritation.
“Only when I’m clothed, dummy!” They laugh, so cheerfully and bright. Sometimes he forgets that his Yuka can smile like that, so real and so sincere. He would like to savour this scenery for a little more, but surely as long as possible.