~ Day 1- Flowers ~
It had stated off as a single little dot on a clean new sheet of paper.
That dot had not even been a special dot. Just a tiny stain of grey on infinite white. But, as his hand swept over the sheet, sometimes here, sometimes there, it became clear that a miniscule little dot had turned into the base for something much greater.
Soon enough, a giant field of flowers had expanded over the greater half of the once impeccable, perfect white piece of paper. Even as the detailed little blossoms faded into the horizon, below a sky adorned with fluffy clouds, they seemed endless.
Haruka kept his eyes trained on the picture before him, his pencil resting lazily against his thumb. The flowers were pretty. But there were so many- even though their sizes and shapes and hinted-at colours were different, they were just too many to count. Even Haruka himself had lost track of the exact amount already.
No-one ever saw what that one particular notebook with the black and orange design contained. It was pretty much Haruka's state of mind, summed up in pictures and words, only there to be understood by the boy in question. So it never really mattered if anyone liked his drawings. It was about whether he himself was content with them and, alas, right now, these flowers were unsatisfying.
His preference was people- they always had been. But then, his mind could not conjure up enough faces on its own and his fragile health had always kept him grounded to the places he already knew. And so, he looked at the girl in the only other seat in the room.
Takane probably was nothing special in terms of appearance (he really wasn't one to judge), and she never smiled, but Haruka liked her nonetheless. And if she didn't want to smile in reality, then, in his head, with his hands, he could make her grin and laugh and smirk as much as he wanted.
Satisfied with his decision to draw his classmate, Haruka picked his pencil back up and sketched a rough outline for Takane into the field. Her arms were spread wide open, the swaying of her skirt implying a spinning motion. With his eraser, Haruka got rid of the remains of the flowers that had previously occupied the space where Takane now came into being.
Her form cast a shadow onto the blossoms around her legs and her feet trampled some of the greenery, but as a heart-warming smile overtook her face, it all didn't matter anymore, for she stood there perfectly happy, in a field of flowers that neither she nor Haruka himself would ever get to see in reality.
And so, finally, he closed his sketch-book and sighed with a happy smile. Takane looked up at him and placed her headphones on her desk. Her constant frown and the swollen eye bags above slightly flushed cheeks made Haruka wonder if she'd ever smile at him like in that picture.
"Is there something on my face?", she asked after a while, her cheeks darkening in colour. Haruka hummed softly and looked at Takane's somewhat embarrassed, somewhat angry face once more.
"You should smile sometimes, Takane."
A/N: "Anna, give me some topic for the first chapter on the 30-Days challenge!"
-"Flower fields."
"That'll do."