❥title:interest [2]

❥story:fluff

❥warnings:none

"Sorry." was all the wing spiker could say almost everyday since that 'thing' happened just a few days ago. He's been late to his classes everytime, earning himself trouble and slightly being a burden for disrupting the teachers class.

The school is well-aware that Tenda was quite the troublemaker, but overall he's a nice guy who barely misses his classes. So the sudden change - kind of surprised some of the few.

At first, students assumed that he overtimes in his morning volleyball practices, leading for him to be late almost everyday in class.

Well- they were partially correct atleast. Truth is, Tenda was always the first one to leave the gym right after morning activities and hurries over to the art club.

Of course even though the deadline had already passed and the art was fully yours, your leader - being a supportive dramatic king he is. Pleaded you to death that he would hang it in a picture frame somewhere in the clubroom.

It took more than 400+ text messages, 21 calls and 3 days before you finally gave up and accepted his offer to display the art in the clubroom. Yes, unfortunately he was that desperate.

At first you were hesitant because you still had a few mistakes whilst drawing his body figure, but your senior leader looked so desperate he could dig a ditch and cry until you agreed.

He told you that he would also hang the other artworks of your other club members up, which kinda relieved you knowing that you weren't the only one who's inbox were brutally filled up with.

But why was Tenma in there wasting 10-20 minutes of class just staring at the hang realistic drawing of him inside the clubroom? Easy enough to say, he was quite intrigued of the artist behind it.

Though he quite has the reputation and confidence to easily speak and reach out to you, he couldn't bring himself to utter a word everytime he would approach you so suddenly. It was like he would freeze in his spot and just admire you from a safe distance that goes unnoticed and unknown for you.

He doesn't really like to admit it but he as nervous and anxious of greeting you. But that's not really the only reason why he hasn't talked to you yet.

You two had different classes despite being in the same years, different clubs and different activities. So it would only make sense if he hasn't found the time to actually talk to you.

So what's the first thing that came in his mind? Stare at a picture frame and sit down on a chair for 20 minutes straight until he remembers he has class and hurries over.

But of course, one imoriyant thing that intruiged him about you was your low and lack of presence. It had you on the advantage whenever you would sneak into the gym to draw him.

Instead of confronting you about it, he simply let's your imaginations roam free. Sometimes he even repeats his movements so that you could get a better memory of remembering his pose.

He cussed, realising he only had a few minutes before class starts. Just as he stood up ancd walked over to open the door, it flung open revealing you holding your bag.

With a surprised look on your face, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I..- got lost. Don't worry, I didn't snoop at anything." he simply smiled, leaving the clubroom as soon as he got the chance to.

You blinked, convincing yourself to believe his rather unbelievable excuse since you knew he had already memorized the rooms and places.

Besides, didn't he see the sign that said "ART CLUB" in bold letters before he came in or something? Or was he blindly ignoring it to the fact he just walked right on in? Who knows, he was hard to read.

Deciding to just go along with it, you sighed as you used a chair to grab your artwork of the spiker. Taking it out of its frame to fix the mistake you had previously done.

"His hand looks like it needs Theraphy." you mutter to yourself, cringing at your own drawing before letting out a soft sigh.

Gently placing the paper in between of a book you coincidentally had, you quickly made your way out of the clubroom. Not wanting to be late for class and possibly get in trouble.

.

Tenma mentally thanked his coach for being away due to "personal issues" and that they had decided to cancel practice and continue it some other time.

Its not the fact he had gotten a small break from volleyball, its the fact an opportunity for him to finally speak to you had just opened like a miracle popping out.

So as soon as he heared the news about his own team, he hurried over to your clubroom. Not even bothering to knock since he had secretly been there in the mornings, not like they knew anyways.

"Ohh! Tenma." your leader greeted, waving at the volleyball player infront of him. "Do you need anything?" He asked, tilting his head as curiosity laced around his voice.

Tenma just quickly nodded, glancing over to where your artwork of him was previously hanged but only to notice it was just an empty picture frame.

Your club leader averted his eyes on where the spiker's eyes were stuck onto before letting out a laugh. "Oh, L/n's drawing? She took it," Tenma raised a brow, confusion visibly on his face as the other male took this as a sign to continue.

"I think she said something about fixing it." your leader smiled warmly before placing a hand on his chin, deep in thought as a low him escaped him. "Though I'm not sure where she went off to." The spiker looked down before a light bulb appeared in ontop of his head.

Slamming the door shut unintentionally, he made his way towards the gym, opening it whilst glancing around. Only to see you, looking for the volleyball players.

Tenma admired you quietly, were you actually this pretty or was he just to blind to notice your beauty the first time he saw you?

Nonetheless, he smiled as he placed a hand on your shoulder. Surprising you as you quickly turned around to meet his gaze.

He cheekily smiled, looking down on your hands to see a hand less drawing of him as he snickers. Looking yo you with a small grin.

"If you wanted a model then you could've just said so," he patted your head, grabbing a volleyball that was conviniently rolling around the ground.

Tenma gave you a smirk, "What? Just sit there as always." your mouth agape, but nothing than a quiet mutter of thanks escaped your lips as he once again patted your head.

"Hey, this is the only way I can repay you." he smiled, staring at your e/c hues as his cheeks unknowingly turned to a light shade of pink.

"Tenmaaa."

"Babe?"

"I read your manga right?"

"Mhm."

"Why does the two main characters slightly look like me and you?"

"What'd you expect? It's romance themed."

"..."

"Y-you..."

"Are you blushing?"

"No!"

"You totally are~"

"Just shut up and draw! I'm sketching something here!"

"Isn't that me?"

"As usual.."

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Any manga recommendations?