I Don't Make Messes I Make Art


Her mother never loved her and early that morning she sat at a table outside her campus's biology building and used her purple-handled scissors to cut up the essay she hadn't written into magical shapes, humming a jolly little tune of her own imagining as the blank, white pieces drifted away in the wind. Only one of the dozens and dozens of hurried, gossiping, ugly students stopped to ask what it was she was doing and it was exactly the person she expected and he said exactly what she expected he'd say, not even looking to her as he remarked, Making messes as usual, and she didn't look to him either as she remarked back, Don't be silly I don't make messes I make art, and he leaned over and kissed her with a fierce intensity right then and pulled away with a look on his face that made her mind instantly skip back to what she'd heard the other girls mutter, that He'll use you and use you and then throw you away, but his feral, hungry stare only brought a wide, manic smile to her own lips as she kissed him again.

It must be afternoon, by now.


A/N: A three-sentence AU with the prompt, "Nui/human!Junketsu, college AU."