The young artist was sat in his Clubroom, an apple in front of him which he sketched. The pen in his hand gently grazed and was struck against the paper in front of him, every swipe leaving behind small yet detailed lines which came togheter to form a delicate replica of the apple, give or take the colour.
It had been two days since Naoto had confronted the young girl, and as much as he tried to, she wouldn't leave his mind. Just what was her deal back then and what exactly was her plan? Because as far as he could tell all she did was nag him because of his, called him gross, got embarrassed when he confronted her and left.
Despite Naoto calling her out for it, he wasn't exactly convinced at the fact that she talked to him just because. I mean, why would she? He was just a random guy who just so happened to drop notes. Maybe she actually was just there to mess with him.
The boy sighed, subconsciously wanting to smash his head against the wall. 'I'll never understand girls.' The boy thought as he went deeper into the details of the fruit in front of him. He was hoping that at least the Art Room would be a place of solitude, but it seemed not to be.
That fact was settled in stone the moment someone knocked on the sliding door. The boy didn't even have time to ask who it was when the person on the other side thought that waiting two or three more seconds was just too much and slid the door open anyways. It was the girl from two days ago! Who would've thought?
"Hello, creepy Senpai!" The girl said in a cheery manner. She walked around the room for a few seconds, making note of all that decorated it, before turning back to Naoto. "I've been looking for you. I didn't expect you to be so hard to find, but then I thought 'Hey. That guy draws!' so I connected two and two togheter and came here. Crazy how things work, right?" The boy simply looked at her with exhausted eyes.
It hadn't even been a second since she was here and her loud voice was starting to sound like crackling fireworks to him. Despite that, a small blush formed on his cheeks at the fact that the girl had seemingly been looking for him. Though he didn't know what she'd get out of knowing his location.
"What do you want here? You're technically not even allowed inside." The boy asked. The girls face once again formed into a grin. "Aww~ don't be so mean. I just wanted to see my creepy senpai. Last time we got interrupted, didn't we?"
The boy looked at her with a confused stare. "Did we? As far as I remember, you just bolted out of the library with a flushed face." As it turns out, mentioning a flushed face to someone often results in their face flushing again. Example: This girl.
The young girl's face flared up slightly. "W-Well. Doesn't matter why, but we were interrupted. So I just wanted to investigate such a weird specimen like you a bit more.
"S-Specimen?! I'm not an animal!" Naoto complained. Nagatoro chuckled at the boy getting angry. "I mean, am I wrong? Here you are, the rare creepy Senpai, in your natural habitat!"
"If I could, I'd punt you out of the window for that." Naoto huffed as he turned back to his sketch. The girl chuckled. "Pretty big words for a lousy bean sprout, don't you think?"
It felt like an arrow had been fired from a distance, hitting Naoto right in his Achilles heel. If he could, he would've dropkicked the girl. Not out of the window, but into the stratosphere. "I know I'm skinny, but that's low."
"Do I hear self-pitty? Is my Senpai feeling insecure? Don't worry. Being skinny is just about the least of your worries with how creepy you are." The girl said as he reached for his hair, tussling it.
The boy flapped his hands over his head, trying to slap hers away. "No. No. Hands off my hair." He said. "You still didn't tell me why you come to me specifically. Don't you have other people to bother?"
The girls blush intensified by a small margin. "Well... it's the punishment for being such a creepy senpai!" The girl laughed.
The boy sighed. "You don't even know who I am. And I don't know who you are either! At least tell me your name if you plan to keep annoying me."
Her blush intensified, yet the girl managed to keep her cocky attitude, much to Naoto's annoyance. "Oh. Y-You wanna get to First-Name basis this quickly? My-oh-my aren't you desperate!"
"I don't need your first name. Your last name is fine unless you want me to refer to you as 'That annoying girl'." Nagatoro chuckled. "I guess you have a point." She said before standing in front of him. "My name is Nagatoro. Naga as in long, and just add Toro to it. Naga-Toro!"
"Naga...toro?" The boy thought. He hadn't expected such a name. He assumed such a weird girl to have a weird name. He was thinking of something along the lines of 'Nagataki' or some other super weird name.
"Alright then, Nagatoro. My Name i-" The girl interrupted him, placing a finger on his lips as if to shush him. "Ah-Ah-Ah! I don't care about my name. Senpai will do just fine." Naoto moved her finger away, muttering something under his breath.
"Senpai. Do you want me to model for you?" Senpais body flinched instinctively at her question. "Wh-Where did this come from?" Nagatoro laughed.
"Well, you've been drawing that little apple for so long I'm starting to feel pitty. I just thought you'd appreciate such a cute girl offering herself to model for you, being the creepy pervert you are."
The girl pulled down her school outfit slighly, jokingly revealing a smidge of her bra as a blush formed on her cheeks. "Would you want to go for something Sexy?"
The boys face couldn't help but flush up. What the hell was wrong with this girl? She did and said perverted and dirty stuff all the time! "P-Please put your clothes back the way they were. It's embarassing."
"Aww. Is creepy senpai thinking about lewd stuff?" The girl mocked him. "No! Anyone would get flustered if someone showed their bra right in front of them." The boy complained.
"Nah. I think you're just a pervert. That's why you're holding back on drawing me. Because you know you'll make a really lewd sketch."
The boy sighed. This girl was embarassing him and getting on his nerves at the same time. "Come on, Senpai. Or are you too much of a virgin to draw me?"
Then, the boy had a moment of clarity. 'I don't think Nagatoro knows what it's like to really be drawn. Maybe if I show her how it feels, she'll leave me be. Yeah. That's it.' The boy thought, a small grin forming on his face.
He turned to the girl. "Are you sure you want me to draw you? If you really do then i guess I'd be fine with it."
The girl looked at him with her sadistic smile. "Allright, Senpai~ just be sure not to overwhelm yourself while trying to draw a woman." She chuckled.
Naoto took this as his queue to strike. "Don't worry. I won't mess it up." He took out a new sheet, before pointing at a chair nearby. "In fact, I pride myself in being able to draw really well. When you see my drawing, you'll notice how realistic I can make things."
The girl's smile remained, although it got a little weaker as her face flushed more. "R-Realistic you say? Well, I don't really mind it if it's realistic."
The boy began to sharpen his pencil. "Are you sure? Because I'll make sure to sketch every little detail with pinpoint accuracy. Every.Little.Detail." He said as he stared the girl down, his eyes digging into her.
At this point the girls face flushed even more as the boy looked at her, seemingly analyzing 'Every little detail' of her body to prepare his sketch. Nagatoro gulped. "Actually, maybe some other ti-"
The boy interrupted her. "But you promised! You wouldn't want me to break a promise either, would you? Now please, sit on the chair, and let me... draw you~." The boy said, mimicking her cocky tone.
At this point, the girls mind had been backed into a corner. He had already looked at her entire body anyways, ready to imprint every single piece of her image onto a paper. She couldn't really leave right now. "O-Okay." She said quietly as she sat down.
The boy grabbed his eraser, before turning his eyes towards the girl. They quickly focused back onto the sheet of paper as he seemingly began to draw her. The girl was reaching her limit, her face red as a tomato.
Nagatoro quickly looked at his eyes. His pupils had seemingly shrunk slightly as his eyes hyperfocused on her. It seemed he was actually analyzing her body completely.
'He's looking straight at me.' Nagatoro thought. The boy's eyes didn't stray away form her other than in the small moments where he'd look back on his sheet. In a sense, they were terrifying.
'How is he drawing me? What part of my body is he drawing? What is he doing to me' Nagatoro could see as Naoto's pencil brushed agains the sheet. She knew what was on that sheet.
If Naoto was keeping his promise, a picture perfect image of her was being worked onto the paper. 'His eyes. They feel so close.' Despite Naoto not moving a muscle, it seemed like he was getting closer, his eyes digging into her.
Closer, and closer, and closer. It almost felt like with every brush of the pen, the girl could feel it. She could feel him drawing her. Sketching her body as his pencil brushed against her skin. Those were not the eyes of a boy. They were the eyes of an artist merely focused on his craft.
'It feels like he's touching me, even if he's so far away. What is he drawing? What part of my body is that pencil scraping against?' The girl really did feel like he wasn't drawing an image of her. He was drawing her.
It felt like, at this moment, she was nothing but his canvas. A mere thing for him to get an image out of. Nothing but a model for him to perfectly replicate. As much of a person as the apple he had been drawing.
It was all in the eyes. Those eyes simply dug into her, making her feel like he was directly touching her body with hs pen. The girl could never imagine Naoto to be such a dedicated person to his craft, and it honestly scared her.
The feeling of the pencil subconsciously touching every part of her caused her to blush as beads of sweat ran across her face. 'He's drawing me. He's just drawing me. Why do I feel so defiled by his sight? He's looking into my soul, bringing all that is me onto a mere sheet of paper. So this is what an artist is...'
The boy eventually finished the drawing, his very own beads of sweat starting to run down. "I..." He huffed mid-way. "Finished the drawing." The girl couldn't even maintain eyesight with him.
It was just a drawing! Just a sketch! Just a visual replica of her! For some reason, she felt... defiled as every stroke of the pencil felt to real for her body, as if he was drawing right on top of her.
"Do you want to see i-" Naoto was about to ask when the girl stood up. She had been pushed to her limit by a mere few minutes of him drawing her. She felt so defeated, and humiliated, her face red as a tomato from how intensely the boy had stared at her. "I...I-I-I have to go." The girl muttered as she quietly left the Art Room.
Naoto looked as the girl walked out of the classroom. Had he been too harsh? He didn't think so. He simply showed her. What an artist like him could do to a person trough sheer devotion.
The boy looked at his sketch. It really was a picture perfect image of her. If one were to zoom in with a telescope, they'd probably be able to recognize each and every fiber on her clothes alongside every hair follicle. Naoto was a boy. A shy boy. A nervous boy. But most of all: He was an artist. The scariest type of artist.
Despite that, he couldn't help but blush at the drawing. That girl was annoying, but he had to admit she was cute, and at least it wouldn't be boring around her. "I guess she'll come back eventually." He said as he rolled up the painting, putting it aside with the others.