Sighing, an orange haired artist was stepping into class. He quickly found his seat in the room. The chairs were designed into a circle-ish shape around a stage. He sat down and pulled out his big sketch book and set on his easel. "I sure hope today is more interesting than that old lady we had last time..." You see Ichigo Kurosaki was an art major in college. In this class he was supposed to draw live models. A hard lead pencil joined the sketch book along with a soft lead one.
Renji tilted his head to the side as he slowly entered through the doors to the art room he was told to enter, quirking a tattooed brow and staring at something bright and orange that caught his eye. Spiky hair, shimmering in the light above. He couldn't help but puff out his cheeks in a defiance to admitting how nice it looked. Releasing his breath, Renji slowly made his way down to the middle of hose panels circling the chair he was supposed to sit in. Yeah...sometimes he wondered why he took up this part-time job. Wait, that was Rukia's fault, not his...having gotten him covered in coffee at his full-time job at a coffee shop. Yes, he liked the smell of coffee, and would defend it too. Swallowing, he sat down in the chair and stared up at the ceiling for a while. His long hair was down and his reddish-brown eyes fell half-lidded. And he didn't even bother to say 'Hi' to what seemed like the sun with that bright hair.
Recognizing who had just entered, Ichigo dropped his smudger and kneaded eraser. His plain eraser soon joined them. No it couldn't be... Memories of the delightful aroma of coffee brewing assaulted his senses as he remembered where he had seen that bright red hair before. He worked at the Starbucks where he himself often retreated to relax. A few casual conversations was pretty much all the contact but it was enough to tell him that he was a decent guy. What was his name.... Rekkai? No.... Renmae? Close but not it. Renji! Yeah that was it. Nearly overcome with the silly urge to wave, he stopped his hand from doing exactly that. He was in class and his work was all that matter right now. Who cared if the model for the day was someone he knew if only casually? Nodding to himself, Ichigo picked up the objects he had dropped to set them beside the pencils.
Renji finally looked down, but was only kicking his feet, all right...he's a little self-conscious now. Not knowing what people would think and all that...not even knowing who would be sketching him for this ridiculous day...was very stressful, and made him blush slightly. Were the students even there?! There was one...and he knew that, just didn't see the student's face. The blush deepened. Dammit! He needed to stop thinking about it. Kicking his feet a bit, he looked up under the curtain of hair to see if everyone had gathered to draw the damn pose he really didn't like. Personally, he wasn't much of a...how to say...didn't have much of a shape. Curve, yes...manly shape, very little. Just enough to show all the guys he was one of them...and only had the urge to grow his hair out.
Still, he couldn't resist the urge to peek out from behind his easel to sneak a look at Renji. He seemed a little shy, as if it wasn't his choice to be here. Ichigo's eyes narrowed. Might he have been forced to come? Besides, his slightly muscular shape, Renji looked a bit like a push over. A small smirk played across his lips. A few more students began to file in the classroom. He was always early to his classes. The other students grumbled and whined about how he was making them look bad but really, he just liked to ge there before the hustle and bustle of rushing students began. He liked to sit and think about what he might be assigned so he could have an idea of how to start. And boy did he have some ideas for Renji. His drawing would be bold where Renji was shy. More focus on the face and hair than the body. Chocolate brown orbs clouded over while he thinked, not realizing he was still visible to Renji.
Finally, the redhead looked up and blinked, then his blush darkened in shade. Fuck! It was that one...erm...Ichigo that went to the coffee shop he worked at. Oh, and the students were coming in...nowhere to run. Renji swallowed and returned his gaze to his feet. Great...now he's even more embarrassed. Why'd he get chosen as a subject anyway?! Lifting his right hand, he ran it through his hair with a soft growl. Damn his luck was terrible.
Seeing the dusky pink on his cheeks, Ichigo jolted back from his thinking process and looked Renji up and down. Yes he would be a good subject. But those jitters... Trying to make Renji feel more comfortable, Ichigo sent a smile his way. If he didn't calm down, he would be all tense and awkward when he posed. It would be hard to draw him in all those straight and angry lines then. Though it might be hard if this was a person's first time doing something like this.
Renji sent a small smile back then grabbed at the white robe's fabric underneath his fingertips and released a heavy breath. No way would he be able to face the spiky haired art student after this. Well...it wasn't really his first time posing...but he was still clothed. First time unclothed...bold yes. Still, it'd be the same, at least, he hoped so. Pushing his legs apart slightly, he shut his eyes and nibbled on his lower lip. Okay, as soon as the lazy students sat down, he could get this done and over with and hurry out the damn door before anyone could say anything. All right, he was supposed to be in a relaxed pose, smiling...or grinning, legs parted a bit...but not too much, one arm behind the chair while the other arm's elbow rested on his thigh. ...completely, damnedly, nude.
The class was about to start and the students who had decided to attend class were there. It was almost time to get drawing. Smiling in anticipation now, Ichigo stowed his bag under his chair and leaned back in his seat to wait for when he could draw Renji. This should be promising.... I'll just have to tease him about it later. Chuckling at those thought, a few students near him glared at him while other's cast ones of confusion. He shook his head and school his expression to be that of indifference.
Renji glanced around then lifted both hands up, pushing the robe away and cursing his luck again knowing the chair he was sitting in faced Ichigo, not slanted slightly, but he could stare straight at the artist. Assuming the pose he was told to be in, a grin spread across his face, leaning back a bit in the chair and keeping his eyes on the back of Ichigo's easel, telling himself to keep his eyes there no matter what, and again, blushing softly just thinking of how the orange head would tease him when he was at his job. Though...in all honesty, he didn't really think that the student was that type of person, at least...he hoped he wasn't.
Ichigo heard the soft thud of clothing hitting the floor and the sound of scratching pencils. Assuming it was time to start, he looked around his easel to be faced with a naked-as-the-day-he-was-born Renji. A dark flush spread across his cheeks to rival the one Renji had earlier. By god he was glorious. Not particularly manly one could say but he was perfect besides all that. Gulping he ducked sucked in air. Closing his eyes he told himself that he had seen naked people before and it was nothing new but something about seeing Renji struck a cord. Another deep breath and he picked up his pencil. Glancing over to Renji, he looked into his eyes for a moment before he began to draw. Long, fluid lines came from his pencil. He started on his idea from before. Focusing on the face and hair and merely sketching the rest of the body with a few highlights here and there.
Occasionally Renji would look around with only his eyes then repositioning them before anyone noticed. Repeating over and over again that he was going to kill Rukia for signing him up for this crap. He wasn't very manly looking and yet was chosen anyway when the students were actually supposed to sketch a real man instead of the redhead. Hips curved almost like a female's and tattoos that he got without a real meaning to them, not like he needed one anyway, the one who did them thought it was neat...but Renji felt a lustful stare along the way. Yeah...something terrible was going to happen after this, he could just tell.
Sinful thoughts crowed into his mind as Ichigo tried in vain to focus on drawing Renji. Sure he was getting it done but as he drew pictures of other positions Renji would look better in flooded his brain. It felt like it would overload and implode. A soft growl was emitted as he shook his head and silently scolded himself. Ichigo had to get back to the business at hand which was drawing that delicious, striking- No! Damn him and his great looks... A beautiful resemblance of Renji took form on the page as his hand guided his pencil in sketching legs, arms and torso before finishing the face and hair. The face was soft yet strong and it had all the right curves. the hair was all spikes and flowed long.
The nude figure fought down the urge to run. Something was terribly wrong and wished it was over at that exact moment. Or...was it already over? Were they done so he could get the robe back on and go someplace to hide? So...embarrassing. He'd have to ask Rukia to fill in for him at the Star Bucks today, tell her he came down with a cold after doing the modeling. Renji's brows furrowed slightly, then quickly relaxed, swearing he'd never do this again...ever! His hearing zoned in on the clock, listen to the light 'tick-tick's as they sounded. A...rather calming sound. Sounded nice, like a song a mother would sing...yes, very soothing.
It this torture over yet? Ichigo glanced over at the clock. Yes! Only a few more minutes to go. Sighing with relief, he put down his pencil and was surprised to find that his drawing was good. Better than his last one. It had had eraser smudges all over it where this one... He hadn't picked up that damned eraser once! Shaking his head in disbelief this time, he let his gaze travel over to Renji who it seemed was waiting for this to end. He was a bit tense as if he wanted to run out of there that moment and would the moment he could. Frowning, Ichigo shut his sketch book and put his drawing utensils away to be able to just look at Renji until class was over. And as fate would have it, the bell signaling the end of class rang.
Renji's heart nearing stopped once the bell rang, broken out of his trance once the ringing overridded the 'tick-tick' sound, standing and grabbing the white cloth, yanking it on with a heavy blush and stopped before he moved again. No...Rukia would know he got embarrassed over something and demand an explanation as to why he wouldn't work that day. Maybe, if luck was on his side, he could swap with Hinamori's night shift...but her beloved boyfriend came along at that time...dammit! Taking in some air, he hastily made his way to the door, left hand holding the top of the robe shut after he tied the sash together. Best get out before anyone could say anything to him, in his opinion...it was the best idea in the world.
Ichigo picked up his bag and almost laughed at how comical it was to watch Renji hurry to get out of there. Yep he was a shy guy. Very shy by the haste with which he was putting the robe back on. Students were filing out of the classroom, already discussing their plans for the weekend since it was in fact Friday. He was just glad this was his last class of the day so he could go where ever he pleased. In the few scant minutes he was thinking those thoughts, he and Renji were the only ones left. Actually Renji was getting up to leave.
Pushing through the crowd, bumping back and forth a bit with a snarl of impatience, Renji finally reached the office and got his clothes back. Yay! he mentally leaped in joy, turning and walking over to the men's restroom, immediately dropping the robe and pulling his dark blue boxers on, and next pulling the pants up, stopping before he buttoned them to tilt against the wall with half-lidded cherry-colored eyes. "Dammit," Was all he mumbled before continuing his task of getting dressed.
Blinking as Ichigo left the room, he wandered down the halls which were empty. Every single student it seemed was gone or out to do whatever they spent Friday nights doing. he on the other hand didn't do much other than schoolwork it seemed of late. "Man that's lame." He was talking to himself and he slapped himself in the forehead. "Why do I just hang out at the coffee shop and do work? Why don't I get out and have fun?" Finally Ichigo just shook his head sadly and went into the bathroom near the office to take a leak. But he opened the door and was faced with the very person he had just drawn and lusted after. None other than Renji. Who was struggling to get his shirt back on.
True, the redhead was having a problem with the cursed shirt and in a fit of rage tossed it to the ground with a huff, glaring at the article before sighing and bending down to pick it up. Dirty red sneakers, torn pants at the knees, the dark boxers popping out a bit and a red shirt outlined in black to boot. Not a very good fashion sense...but it made him happy just knowing it was him.
Ichigo wasn't sure if he should laugh at Renji's display of childish anger or just turn around and leave. Actually when he thought about it, they would have to meet sometime and now was as good as any. He spent a little time taking in his appearance and found he liked what he saw. Renji had a I-don't-care-what-you-think style that he could appreciate. His own style wasn't that great but many might consider it a cross of prep and a little goth. Ichigo wore whatever he could dig out of his closet and today's outfit consisted of black combat boots and forest green cargo pants with a white polo. So what if he didn't have the greatest fashion sense. He thought it looked alright and in fact it worked on him. Letting out a small puff of air, Ichigo said, "Hi."
Renji's shoulders jerked once the other person, who he had no clue was there, spoke to reveal their presence and turned with wide cherry-colored orbs, only to have them fall halfway shut then have a soft blush cover his face. "Hey," he mumbled, glad he finally got the blasted shirt on and reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a red hair-tie, reaching his hands back to tie his hair into a ponytail, a habit he had when he was nervous and had thought he kicked years ago after Middle School once he realized he was losing his manly figure, now to end up how he looked now. "...uh...do me a favor and forget what ya saw..." His blush deepened in hue violently. "Your principal's an ass, by the way."
His reactions just made it all the more cuter. Renji was too damn irresistible for his own good! That blush of his...! And those thoughts led him to ponder why this sudden onset of lustful images and urges had manifested. He had known he was homosexual for quite awhile but he had never taken an interest in the man fidgeting before him. Until now. Until he had seen the perfection of his form. Ichigo mentally nodded. Yes, that was it. But then he felt sort of like a pervert since he hadn't even had a real conversation with him yet. It's kinda hard to woe a person who doesn't even know you. Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut until I get to talk to him more... Nah. He just couldn't resist seeing the other flush pink or maybe even red. "And about forgetting what I saw... Not likely." A smirk was plastered on his lips.