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Painting is so therapeutic, I love painting but most importantly I love seeing him each day, I walk up into the attic with my wireless headphones and look at all my art of him, my handsome Mr. Faceless, i’ve been drawing him for years and I don’t really know why my ma says he could be a lover or close friend from a previous life which would be pretty cool but I don’t really believe in all that, not to be offensive but I believe in research and studies then just theories and speculation “Oi Atsumu” said my brother, looking behind me I see him leaning on the stairwell up to my attic “who said you could come in?” I asked annoyed “come on stop being so upset about what I said about Mr. Past Lover” he said looking at me slightly apologetically “go away samu!” I said walking over and pushing him off the short ladder and closing the hatch locking myself in our attic so I could get to work “ATSUMU SERIOUSLY” yelled my twin brother “BE QUIET” I yelled back after pushing my little sofa on top of it “DON'T COME CRYING TO ME LATER WHEN YOU CAN'T GET OUT” he yelled back making me huff in anger before walking over to my easel and sitting down in front of it grabbing my paint brushes and paint and getting the paint ready as I find a nice playlist to listen to while I paint, I find one and quickly put my headphones and hit play as I start painting Mr. Past Lover or as I like to call him Omi Omi.
A few hours have passed since I've started painting and samu keeps spam calling me so when I finally pick up “what” I said annoyed into the phone “go out and get groceries you gremlin” said samu “why should I?” I asked even more annoyed “if you do you get to pick out dinner” he said which was enticing but I really wanna keep on working another Omi Omi portrait “tsk fine, we are having fatty tuna and cream cheese stuffed mushrooms” I said quickly hanging up and moving the couch to get dressed because yes, I went up into the attic in my robe, who can stop me it’s my house. After getting dressed in my favorite booty shorts and wearing a white off shoulder cutout with a tan super crop on top before grabbing my satchel that had some paper and a pencil also my wallet but I steal samu’s anyways as I left the house it was a nice summer day, I really love the summer it always is so nice and warm. When I finally got to the grocery store I quickly went around grabbing everything on the list “hey you” I heard someone say making me look up curiously to see some rando staring at me “uh hi?” I said slightly nervously as he kinda death glared me “what’s your name” he asked making me pause “I’m not telling” I said before going back to shopping not really caring that he was following me, I work out and am pretty buff so I think I could take him down in a fight. When I finally got to the cash register the young women that was ringing me up kept on looking at me which made me cringe a bit on the inside because honestly I thought this outfit made it pretty clear I was gay as hell but I guess not, when she was done checking and bagging everything I was about to put samu’s card in when that guy spoke up again “let me pay for all that” which made me uneasy but he didn’t let me respond as he put his card in quickly paying for everything so I hope he doesn’t decide to steal all of the food I thought as I grabbed everything and started walking off “gonna walk off without even saying thank you?” questioned the guy walking next to me and now he was kinda freaking me out cause huge stalker flags “why should I, what you did was out of the goodness of your heart” I said speeding up as I kept walking “come on, at least tell me your name” he said pleadingly “no thanks” I said annoyed “please, look I know this is weird but you look like someone my friend has been painting all the time and I just gotta know” he said looking at me pleadingly which made me stop and sigh “why would knowing my name help out your ‘friend’” I said making it obvious I didn’t think it was any friend he was talking about “well the person he’s been painting obviously doesn’t have a name and he’s been calling him lotus and I know it’s weird but like if he found out there was someone who looked like the painting out there he’d actually go out and talk to other people” he said giving me a hopeful smile “so you want me to basically flirt with your friend because I look like some person he keeps painting?” I asked unamused “yes..” he said uneasily “well thanks for the offer but it’s a big no, now stop following me.” I said leaving him behind hearing him sigh as he walked off which thank god he did. I didn't wanna wait any longer, I was hungry.
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Inspired by the art from drawnbymabel on insta