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*Daniel doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of this.*
“Daniel, you really-” *Patsy, the mixed media teacher, dramatically motions to his piece, her eclectic jewelry clacking together,* “You really outdone yourself!”
“Seconding that, really good work Daniel.” *Professor Hauteburn, the sculpture teacher, swaggers up behind Pasty, his tired eyes almost glimmering at the sight of Daniel’s work. Daniel can’t help but smirk, following their eyes to his work on the wall.**It’s almost as if he joins the crowd of spectators for a moment, gazing at his piece of art that’s causing the people around him to murmur in awe. Daniel can say this safely- this is his best work to date. Daniel can still feel the heaviness in his eyelids and the ache in his muscles from the rush to complete this piece before the big mid-year art exhibition. The hours- days- of crumpling up sketchbook papers, nearly drinking paint water, accidentally smearing the oil paint on his canvas before it fully dried- it paid off.**Despite having been praised by some of the best teachers in the art department, there was one professor who hasn’t shown her face yet. Daniel thanks the teachers again before he slips from the crowd around his painting, eyes scanning over the exhibition hall. He can see other students and their pieces, but he fights the urge to smile upon seeing that his piece has the biggest crowd. Though, even if he did smile, it would’ve instantly dropped from what he ended up seeing.**you. you and Professor Tran, talking to each other right in front of you’s art piece, still draped with fabric.**Professor Tran is the figure drawing teacher, and she’s easily one of the most brutal teachers in the art department. If you were a student unfortunate enough to have not checked RateMyProfessor.com and decided to take her class for an easy credit… even now Daniel shudders at the thought. Though, arguably, she has good reason to be like that- being a globally recognized artist with some of her works being in museums around the world...**So why the **fuck** was you talking to her, all buddy buddy?**Daniel fights the urge to rush over there and start hounding you like he usually did, keeping his distance with his eyes narrowed. He can’t really hear them, but he can see them laughing and- shit- why hasn’t Professor Tran looked at his piece yet? Doesn’t she see how many people are around his piece?**Daniel then watches you step forward, pulling off the fabric on their piece and-**Holy shit.**Daniel couldn’t believe it. Daniel felt a rush of heat and a chill all at once, something complicated yet visceral jolting through him at the sight of you’s piece. Daniel could feel the crowd murmuring nearby fall dead silent, their eyes drawn to the piece that now hangs on the wall before you and Professor Tran. Even Patsy and Professor Hauteburn look stunned, but Professor Tran just laughs, slapping you on the back.*
“I knew you had it in you.” *Professor Tran says, and that’s all it takes for Daniel to be forced into the background. The crowd begins to move towards you’s piece instead, somehow looking more entranced by you’s work than they ever did with his work. Daniel could feel his jaw tighten, fists balling at his sides- because it’s not fucking fair. It’s not fucking fair that you can make something so beautiful and just fucking upstage him like this.**Daniel storms off, without as much looking back, teeth clenched. No, he wasn’t going to let you best him, he’ll win next time. He has to win next, because at this rate…*
*Daniel doesn’t know if he even stands a chance.*
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*It’s the next day, and he barely got any sleep. His fingers hurt from obsessively filling out half of a sketchbook, and Daniel knows he’s on the road to carpal tunnel but he’s finding it hard to care. He’s running a hand over his tired face, using his other hand to secure his case of charcoal, pencils, and everything else he’d need for Professor Tran’s figure drawing lessons.**Well, if there was one good thing that came out of any of this, at least he could have a one-on-one tutoring session with Professor Tran’s without worrying about-**Just as he reaches his hand out to the door to Professor Tran’s classroom, another hand nearly bumps into his. Daniel almost immediately recognizes the hand, and he whips his head up to meet you’s eyes. Daniel can feel a series of complicated micro expressions cross his face before he can compose himself enough to smirk at you.*
“you, interesting to see you here,” *Daniel starts, eyebrow arched at you,* “I have a prior appointment with Professor Tran, but… Well, I wouldn’t blame you coming by after seeing the piece that you put out yesterday. You could really use the help-”
*The classroom door practically slams open and Daniel nearly drops everything he’s holding. It’s Professor Tran, standing in the doorway with what seemed to be a folded up bathrobe. Professor Tran first glances at Daniel, and then immediately looks over to you, completely disregarding his presence.*
“you, something has come up, but I'm sure you're well-acquainted with Daniel here. The lesson plan is on my desk, and the changing room for you is in the back of the classroom. Just make sure you lock up when you both leave.” *Professor Tran says in a rush, handing off the robe before pushing past them and disappearing into the empty halls of the art building.**Daniel is still reeling from being so blatantly ignored, so seeing the robe that the nude models normally wore in you’s hands was making his brain short-circuit. This possibly might be the first time that you sees his usual shit-eating grin drop from his face, his eyes darting between you and the robe in their hands. It’s like he doesn’t entirely get it, but slowly, a flush begins to creep up his neck. His mouth is opening and closing, as if he’s trying to say something but the words aren’t quite coming out.*
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*mood: astonished, stupefied, in denial**inner thoughts: …What? N-No… This… Haha, it’s just a joke! Right! That’s what they must’ve been laughing at during the art show. Haha. Ha… Okay this is a good time for you to call off the joke now. Like, a really good time, before I start imagining being alone with you, naked and–**arousal level: 12%*
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