A/N: Discovering recently that Vermeer is one of Yukina's favourite artists, I couldn't resist this scribbling. I am no art student so I had to copy paste the artistic comments on the painting. Forgive me.
„The letter"
A young woman reading a letter. Such a simple scene, yet Kou never got tired of admiring it. The composition of the painting was simply superb with light and shadow, space and objects complementing each other around the central figure. The range of colour was minimum but the effect was almost photographic. Truly a masterpiece that delighted his artistic heart and mind.
There was yet another reason why he liked the painting so much. The first time he saw it, Kou instinctively knew that the letter that the woman was reading was from her beloved. Perhaps from how intently she was reading. Perhaps from how the light flowing in from an unseen window illuminated her face, which was calm but with a hint of happiness. Did the „why" even matter? He just knew and cheered for her.
It was nice seeing the woman being happy to receive a letter from her beloved but many times Kou also thought about the absent person. That guy must have been a lucky one to have someone longing for him and reading his words so wholeheartedly. Was there anybody out there who would do the same for Kou? Who would think about him and be happy to hear from him?
Well, not just „anybody". There was already a person who he wished would feel that way for him. His messages were never answered but he knew they would reach the other person. It was no guess work or imagination. The way that person had looked at him, talked to him, acted around told him so. Definitely so.
Ah, how much he wanted to see that person's expression when his messages arrived. Would there be surprise? A smile? A faint blush? He looked down on the doodling he made and blushed himself.
Kisa-san...
END