Prompt: Iām in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said āshh iām hidingā
(Prompt from this post by @promptsfordays)Ā
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei / Yachi Hitoka (Tsukiyachi)
āAs was announced, the theme for our works of art this week is: SPACE!ā Sensei proclaimed, waving their arms around emphatically.
A few students cheered, happy to have concluded the still life portion.
Tsukishima Kei adjusted the headphones that hung loosely around his neck. The sooner they could get started, the sooner he could listen to his latest track while filling the canvas before him with some abstract garbage.Ā
Sensei strolled around--the white ends of his coat twirling in a whimsical motion as he pointed to each blank canvas.Ā āYou all will speak through your canvases! Show me your galaxies. Show me your soul!ā they cried, clutching his chest with one hand and grabbing Tsukishimaās easel on the other.
āTsukishima.ā
āHai.ā
āTell me, what does your soul see when you think of space!ā
Again with the gestures,Ā he sighed internally.
āA black void.ā
āAh yes what kind of black void?ā
āAn interpretation of emptiness.ā
āNothing at all amongst that emptiness? A planet perhaps? Asteroids?ā
āSure.ā
āExcellent!ā He glanced at Tsukishimaās work space. He had two clean brushes, a black fist-sized tub of paint, a paper towel from the school bathroom, and a jar of water.
āNow that weāre on the same page, grab some more paint in the cupboard. You could be inspired to work with colors other than black,ā they nodded.
Tsukishima complied. He strolled across the room and bent down, curling his fingers in the nooks of the cupboard. He swung them open.
What.
āTs-Ts-Tsukishima!ā
Yachi-san?
āS-Sorry.ā Yachi Hitoka's little fingers tugged at one another as she bit her lip, shaking slightly. Her periwinkle star hair clip had strayed down the length of her golden hair. Her eyes as round as moons fixed on his own golden orbs.
āWhy are you--
āShhhh,ā she reaches out to tug the cupboard doors closer, one hand lightly skimming over Tsukishimaās thumb. āIām hiding.ā
āEh?ā he raised one eyebrow.
Her face grew more flushed by the second.
Well itās none of my business...Ā His index finger tapped lightly over his thumb.Ā āAre you going to tell me who youāre hiding from?ā
Yachi tensed her posture so quickly that she banged her head within the enclosure. An array of brushes and tubs of paint rolled forward, caught swiftly by Tsukshimaās nimble hands.
āTsukishima!ā
āSorry Sensei, there was a mouse.ā The boy clucked his tongue and returned his glinted gaze onto Yachi.Ā āI got it.ā
āCarry on, then,ā Sensei called.
Tsukishima began the task of reordering the supplies to their rightful place.
āS-S-S-S-Soā
āItās fine.ā
Yachi was so flustered that her squeaks transformed into brief gasps for air.
āOy,ā he reached out and rested his hand on her head. āStop that. Stay still. Iāll get you after class.ā
She nodded, relaxing slightly under his touch.Ā āOkay. T-thanks.ā
He lifted his palm and nearly retracted his reach before he tentatively adjusted her star clip back into place.
āT-thanks.ā
āItās fine.āĀ He released her, grabbed his supplies, closed the cupboards, and made his way back to his easel.
Who the hell is troubling our manager?
He spent the rest of the course assessing the suspects. It could be my classmate. Or it could be the class prior to this one. Dear God how long as she been in there? Earlier classes? Does Yachi-san even take art? Perhaps she ran in here because she had no where to go...
His thoughts danced in circles along with his paint brush until class came to an end. He reached up to remove his headphones--only to find out he wasnāt wearing them. He heard distinct footsteps and groaned internally.
What now?
āWell done, Tsukishima!ā
āMm?ā he turned to Sensei.
āClass, before everyone packs up, take a look at this one.ā
Tsukishima returned his attention to his canvas.
It was covered in stars of varying sizes and opaqueness, but one could detect the faint hint of periwinkle. He tensed, risking a quick glance at the cupboard.
āIt looks like your classmate is hiding stars in his soul.ā











