¡ ࣪˖ ࿔ 𝒯𝒶𝓂𝓈𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 🧵◝.¹

Days off as a cleaner were practically nonexistent; your few moments of peace were always interrupted by an attack on the base or a beast alert in the city. But when you finally returned to the cleaners' building, you had time to dedicate to your one true passion: painting... Or so you told yourself, to deceive yourself, because once you placed a blank canvas on the easel and picked up the brush, your mind went blank. This led you to end up wasting canvases, painting out of obligation rather than true love. Your room filled with incomplete or lifeless canvases, since you believed they weren't worth finishing.

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Returning to base after a grueling mission, you rush to your room before any of your comrades can speak to you. You wander through the corridors, lost in your own thoughts, but luckily, a collision jolts you out of your reverie. Your body involuntarily recoils, your gaze fixed on the person in front of you. Your lips move as you try to apologize, but your mind wanders again as you recognize your comrade's features; Tamsy Caines from Eager Team stands before you, observing you with that characteristic calm and indifferent gaze of his, his hair loose and dripping wet—he'd likely just stepped out of the shower and was heading to his room.

"Are you okay? Is there something on my face?"
She asks with an expression of curiosity and slight embarrassment, pointing to her face as she questions you.

“Can I paint you?”
These are the words that abruptly spill from your lips, observing it as if it were a work of art.

"I-I mean, only if you want to, of course."
You emphasize this by acknowledging your recklessness.

And just like that, you found yourself painting that man who was sitting on a piece of furniture in your room, making sure to perfectly reflect his beauty on the canvas.