Those Clumsy Masks

by Faulty Paragon

It's about life, really- because underneath their masks of power and dominance and self-acceptance, they really are just clumsy teenagers. A drabble/oneshot collection featuring characters throughout the series- pairings listed inside. Spoilers will be present, so be warned.-discontinued for now, will likely be picked up again in the future.

2. Chapter 2

A/N: Writing drabbles is something I've sorely missed, with my longer ongoing pieces dominating my life. This feels nice. Also, I prefer the name Akira to Ren, and that probably won't change.

If you have a prompt for me to write about, feel free to let me know! I might add it in if I'm inspired.

[of artists and inspirations] will follow Yusuke interacting with everyone, but most prominently, Akira.

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Those Clumsy Masks

[of artists and inspirations 1]

"Hold still- just like that."

Akira paused, cup a hairsbreadth from parted lips, trembling from the sudden stop. His eyes were trained upon the counter, hand trembling, heart pounding as he imagined Yusuke's eyes on him, intimately immortalizing every curve and plane of his silhouette onto the page. "Yusuke, I-"

"Hm? What is it, Akira?" The artist sounded so genuinely surprised that Akira's eyes automatically snapped to him, despite the order to stay motionless. Dark, hooded eyes peered back, confusion knitting Yusuke's brow, sketchpad open for Akira to see.

He was drawing Morgana, not Akira.

Dammit. "Nothing." He burned his tongue.