Hey-o! Happy Barricade's Month again, Mizzie fam ;) Here's another little one-shot of my (and maybe your) favorite OTP. This was from a prompt from dropkickwritersclock . tumblr . com

Disclaimer: I don't own Enjonine, but they do own my heart (TTuTT)


The crude little squiggles made Enjolras' face scrunch in disgust and confusion as his brain started to tell him to throw the insulting piece of work away, but as his eyes wandered to the figure sitting across him, he knew he didn't want to disappoint her.

Her lips pursed as her pencil flew, lightly scratching across the page. Her brows furrowed as she played with her bottom lip, warm brown eyes bright with passion and focus. He looked back down at his own work and sighed. He can write a thirty page speech on extrajudicial killings in a little more than an hour but he can't draw a simple square.

"You okay, Enj?" her voice broke through his thoughts as her brows furrowed.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine," he looked up to find a teasing smile brighten her eyes. "What?"

"You looked constipated," she chuckled, pointing at his face and then his drawing. "You don't need to think too hard about it, y'know?"

"I wasn't, it's just difficult," he pouted, frowning back at his work.

"You're drawing a square, Enj, not the Parthenon."

"It's the same to me!"

Chuckling at her boyfriend's childish reaction, she slipped out of her chair to move to his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rested her head in the crook of his neck.

"You know that this was supposed to be a relaxing activity for us, right? It's supposed to be our rest day?"

"I can't draw for shit."

"I know, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it."

"I can't. I really can't."

"Fine, then next time, we'll write a hundred page essay on why democracy is a farce."

"That'd be the best rest date, ever."