Not Louvre materal
Not Louvre material
★mentions of established Fujigaya/Nikaido/Senga relationship (+ appearance of Kitayama)
★G
★Semi-AU. Special thanks to unmeiboy for beta-ing~ ♥
If you're such a multitalent, drawing should not cause any problem at all. Right? Right?!
Fujigaya stared at the paper, eyebrows wrinkled in concentration. He tried his best, he really did, but somehow the paper didn’t show what he wanted to see on it. He put his pencil down, then picked it up again, ending up at chewing the end of it, just to receive the kindergarten teacher’s kind scolding.
Fujigaya sighed again, took the pencil away from his lips and got up from his chair, like a defeated soldier, deciding to join his friend who was playing with wooden bricks, just to jump up a few minutes later, running back to the desk and paper he just left behind. He quickly changed the coloured pencils and worked enthusiastically on his piece - and we all know, 5 years old boys have a lot of enthusiasm in their pockets.
“Mom! Mom! Look! I made this for you!” Fujigaya ran towards his mother at the end of the day, waving the piece of paper in his little hands. The teacher just shook her head and smiled and Fujigaya’s mother took the paper away and looked at it carefully. “It’s a fox! I saw it in a book earlier today! Is it pretty?” he asked as he clung to his mother’s side. The so-called fox looked more like a dead raccoon; especially how Fujigaya had drawn two tiny crosses in place of its eyes, and the messy fur didn’t exactly make the situation better.
“Yes... It’s wonderful.” She smiled at her son and shook her head as they finally headed out of the kindergarten, silently accepting the fact that her son’s artworks will never smile back at her from the National Museum of Modern Art, in Tokyo.
×××
“And today’s Hyakushiki theme is: Tips to make bad drawings look good! And what else would be better to show these tips on than Fujigaya-kun’s artistic skills!” said the show host. “This picture could be the starry sky, or, even the view of a planetarium, or...” he continued, revealing Fujigaya’s drawing, which contained a few stars and a poorly drawn, house-like building. The boys around Fujigaya started laughing, so did the audience, and at some point Fujigaya felt his ears turning red. He uselessly tried to explain why his drawings look the way they do, but the show went on, making him to draw more and more things, and his slight embarrassment turned into pure enjoy and happiness. Anything and everything for the fans, right?
“Hey, Taipi~!” he heard from the other side of the room, so he turned his head in the direction from which it came. Nikaido and Senga were sitting together in the corner of the couch, closer to each other than they were supposed to, but Fujigaya was never surprised about it anymore. Suddenly, Nikaido started laughing and even Senga couldn’t hold a giggle back, which made Fujigaya somewhat annoyed. He snorted just at the same time as Nikaido started speaking, slowly and quietly, and Fujigaya felt that he was really enjoying whatever was on the screen in front of him. He could bet his life on what they were watching.
“Sometimes I just end up thinking about what a talented guy you are, and, I have to admit, I’m sometimes jealous too, but… After seeing this, and knowing that you’re not acting at all… Are your fans really this masochistic or are they just too blind to see further than your fluffy hair?” Nikaido grinned, and Fujigaya had to take a deep breath. If he would just shut up (which Fujigaya could even help with, because he knew a few really good ways to make both of those two shut up to the point where the only noise they could make were only moans and sighs). But, to his surprise, Senga didn’t join to Nikaido this time, he remained in silence; he just wordlessly read the comments - which were various; from saying how cute Fujigaya is for enduring the whole show with such an adorable smile to calling him cute for whatever other reason, then others mentioning that he’s impossibly dumb, and, that if he’s “such a multitalent, then drawing shouldn’t be such a challenge to him” - then simply rose up from the couch to leave the room, only to turn around in the door, winking at Fujigaya.
“If you want some lessons, you’ll know where to find me~”
Fujigaya sighed. Is this what he gets for having to reject a night together? These brats…
×××
“And then, they sat together with notebooks and pens and coloured pencils all day long! I tried to approach them so many times but Fujigaya hissed at me every time I got too close. Sen-chan was inviting us to join them, but in the end we didn’t get to know what they were doing from early morning to almost 40 minutes before the concert’s start.” Kitayama ended his part of the MC, and the crowd almost growled as one man. Fujigaya proudly straightened himself, and grabbed his microphone while one of his juniors pulled something to the middle of the stage. Fujigaya grabbed the end of the piece of cloth that covered the stand, revealing different kind of drawings - on the left, it had Senga’s fairly decent drawings, dogs and cats, starry and cloudy skies, and on the right were Fujigaya’s pieces. That weren’t showing that much of a change, but Fujigaya was proud of himself. Of course his bandmates couldn’t hold their laughter back, and the audience was screaming and laughing at the same time. Fujigaya didn’t care. They were happy, therefore he was happy too.
Somewhere, in the crowd, Fujigaya-san shook her head with a defeated smile. Her son’s artworks indeed weren’t Louvre material.
★mentions of established Fujigaya/Nikaido/Senga relationship (+ appearance of Kitayama)
★G
★Semi-AU. Special thanks to unmeiboy for beta-ing~ ♥
If you're such a multitalent, drawing should not cause any problem at all. Right? Right?!
Fujigaya stared at the paper, eyebrows wrinkled in concentration. He tried his best, he really did, but somehow the paper didn’t show what he wanted to see on it. He put his pencil down, then picked it up again, ending up at chewing the end of it, just to receive the kindergarten teacher’s kind scolding.
Fujigaya sighed again, took the pencil away from his lips and got up from his chair, like a defeated soldier, deciding to join his friend who was playing with wooden bricks, just to jump up a few minutes later, running back to the desk and paper he just left behind. He quickly changed the coloured pencils and worked enthusiastically on his piece - and we all know, 5 years old boys have a lot of enthusiasm in their pockets.
“Mom! Mom! Look! I made this for you!” Fujigaya ran towards his mother at the end of the day, waving the piece of paper in his little hands. The teacher just shook her head and smiled and Fujigaya’s mother took the paper away and looked at it carefully. “It’s a fox! I saw it in a book earlier today! Is it pretty?” he asked as he clung to his mother’s side. The so-called fox looked more like a dead raccoon; especially how Fujigaya had drawn two tiny crosses in place of its eyes, and the messy fur didn’t exactly make the situation better.
“Yes... It’s wonderful.” She smiled at her son and shook her head as they finally headed out of the kindergarten, silently accepting the fact that her son’s artworks will never smile back at her from the National Museum of Modern Art, in Tokyo.
×××
“And today’s Hyakushiki theme is: Tips to make bad drawings look good! And what else would be better to show these tips on than Fujigaya-kun’s artistic skills!” said the show host. “This picture could be the starry sky, or, even the view of a planetarium, or...” he continued, revealing Fujigaya’s drawing, which contained a few stars and a poorly drawn, house-like building. The boys around Fujigaya started laughing, so did the audience, and at some point Fujigaya felt his ears turning red. He uselessly tried to explain why his drawings look the way they do, but the show went on, making him to draw more and more things, and his slight embarrassment turned into pure enjoy and happiness. Anything and everything for the fans, right?
“Hey, Taipi~!” he heard from the other side of the room, so he turned his head in the direction from which it came. Nikaido and Senga were sitting together in the corner of the couch, closer to each other than they were supposed to, but Fujigaya was never surprised about it anymore. Suddenly, Nikaido started laughing and even Senga couldn’t hold a giggle back, which made Fujigaya somewhat annoyed. He snorted just at the same time as Nikaido started speaking, slowly and quietly, and Fujigaya felt that he was really enjoying whatever was on the screen in front of him. He could bet his life on what they were watching.
“Sometimes I just end up thinking about what a talented guy you are, and, I have to admit, I’m sometimes jealous too, but… After seeing this, and knowing that you’re not acting at all… Are your fans really this masochistic or are they just too blind to see further than your fluffy hair?” Nikaido grinned, and Fujigaya had to take a deep breath. If he would just shut up (which Fujigaya could even help with, because he knew a few really good ways to make both of those two shut up to the point where the only noise they could make were only moans and sighs). But, to his surprise, Senga didn’t join to Nikaido this time, he remained in silence; he just wordlessly read the comments - which were various; from saying how cute Fujigaya is for enduring the whole show with such an adorable smile to calling him cute for whatever other reason, then others mentioning that he’s impossibly dumb, and, that if he’s “such a multitalent, then drawing shouldn’t be such a challenge to him” - then simply rose up from the couch to leave the room, only to turn around in the door, winking at Fujigaya.
“If you want some lessons, you’ll know where to find me~”
Fujigaya sighed. Is this what he gets for having to reject a night together? These brats…
×××
“And then, they sat together with notebooks and pens and coloured pencils all day long! I tried to approach them so many times but Fujigaya hissed at me every time I got too close. Sen-chan was inviting us to join them, but in the end we didn’t get to know what they were doing from early morning to almost 40 minutes before the concert’s start.” Kitayama ended his part of the MC, and the crowd almost growled as one man. Fujigaya proudly straightened himself, and grabbed his microphone while one of his juniors pulled something to the middle of the stage. Fujigaya grabbed the end of the piece of cloth that covered the stand, revealing different kind of drawings - on the left, it had Senga’s fairly decent drawings, dogs and cats, starry and cloudy skies, and on the right were Fujigaya’s pieces. That weren’t showing that much of a change, but Fujigaya was proud of himself. Of course his bandmates couldn’t hold their laughter back, and the audience was screaming and laughing at the same time. Fujigaya didn’t care. They were happy, therefore he was happy too.
Somewhere, in the crowd, Fujigaya-san shook her head with a defeated smile. Her son’s artworks indeed weren’t Louvre material.