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Minato Arisato had not, until the past year, ever considered himself to have any kind of artistic talent. And yet, for some reason, when he heard that the art club had been looking for members, he found himself walking through the doors, ready and willing to help fill out their list of members.
It had been alright at first. He'd picked up on most of the techniques needed for drawing, painting and sculpting quickly enough, but as time dragged on, he found himself becoming bored. When he first started, he could fill out and entire page with a fantastic picture, and have half of it painted before it was time to return to the dorm. But later on...he just kind of lost interest, and could barely do half a picture, or hardly even work on a sculpture.
It wasn't until the year was almost over that he realized he was filling out half a sketchbook a week. And all the pictures were of his classmate and friend, Ryoji.
He used the term friend loosely, as most of their time together was spent doing...not friendly but really friendly things. They connected rather quickly, and their friendship quickly grew into something more, and he was grateful for it.
Even though Ryoji was gone now, and each day it was getting harder to wake up, he was glad to have had Ryoji in his life, playing the part of his friend, his lover, the Harbinger of Nyx...he had been the most important thing in his life.
He crawled into bed, and carefully put his most recently filled sketchbook under his pillow, smiling softly, knowing that even if it was only in a dream, he'd see Ryoji soon.
How he loved his precious muse.