Yoichi Nagumo,

It’s cute.

The two of you swapped paintings every few minutes, a little date idea. You or him would give the topic to draw such as a house, and you’d take four minutes to draw. Simple, fun, easy enough.

Well as easy as it is doing it with someone like Nagumo. He was a talented artist sure, but he just couldn’t help but try and peek over. No matter how good of an assassin he was, you’d catch him every time.

The sounds of your paintbrushes hitting the canvas filled the room, sitting directly across from each-other.

“Oh c’mon, just a lil peek! I need to see if you’re beating me.” Nagumo states with a grin as he leans over, not attempting some difficult technique like appearing behind you within a moments notice then entering his seat in that same second.

His hand lowered the top of your canvas as he leaned in, the paint from his own canvas hitting his shirt as a result of his stupidity.

“Oh, damn-“ Nagumo says as he leans back, hard to tell if it’s directed towards your artwork or the paint on him.

“That’s annoying.” He murmurs, lifting the shirt slightly to get a better look at it.