50 Ryoda Oneshots - #2
Title: Empty Canvas
Pairing: Ryoda
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these pretty Japanese boys xD
A/N: dedicated to resha_hime (rissa! ilu! (:)
Summary: When Tatsuya transfers to his art class, things spin out of control and become interesting for Sensei Nishikido.
[#1]
#2
The splash of orange was the first thing Ryo noticed when the painting was thrust in front of his face. The second was the slight dashes of black inserted here and there, almost as if in afterthought.
When he had enough breath to inquire what the painting was supposed to be, he got a smile for his effort and the title of the painting, “Forbidden Wish.”
The next day, Tatsuya ended up in his class, with a foolish smile and a dirty paintbrush behind his right ear. After class, Tatsuya’s excited voice breathed loudly next to Ryo’s ear, “Do you like it?”
He forced himself to look away from how Tatsuya’s pale hand contrasted against his tanned arm where it lay. The painting seemed hazy to him - its colors like mist and snow.
He let out a shaky exhale, “Yeah,” though his answer was more to see Tatsuya’s bright smile than anything else.
“Why art class?” he asked when he caught Tatsuya alone - a rare thing nowadays with the other being so popular.
Tatsuya blinked up at him and then answered almost distractedly, “You teach art.”
He stared at Tatsuya blankly for a while before the other pulled out a painting, “I painted it last night,” and handed it to Ryo.
Ryo hmmed a bit before glancing at it with a slight quirk in his smile as he realized what the painting was of. It depicted a black ramen bowl filled to the brim with miso soup. “Miso? Were you hungry when you painted it?”
Tatsuya smiled, “You like miso, ne?” But before Ryo could answer, a friend of Tatsuya’s had found them and had swung an arm around Tatsuya. Tatsuya aimed a mysterious smile at Ryo before heading off to the next period with his friend.
Ryo wasn’t quite sure what to make of what had just happened.
Summer eventually faded into fall and Tatusya’s paintings turned into autumn colors and leaves flittering about here and there on its canvas.
One time, when Ryo had asked for a painting of the landscape outside the classroom’s window, he got a strange painting from Tatsuya. The painting was painted pitch black - every spot covered with dark, dark paint. He blinked, looked at Tatsuya with a confused expression, until the other smiled and turned it over for him.
Words were written on the back -
‘Without you in the world, there is no world.’
He smiled as the words sunk in, “she’s a lucky girl.”
“Who?” asked Tatsuya.
“The ‘you’ in here,” he tapped the painting.
Tatsuya’s laugh was startling, but pleasant to his ears, “He’s not a girl.”
“He?”
Tatsuya’s laugh faded, but a mysterious smile remained, “You should know who. After all, you know him the best.”
Tatsuya left him there, dumbfounded.
He hadn’t thought that Tatsuya’s comment would bother him so much. He found himself wondering, at moments when a close friend would speak with him, if he was the one.
When he pressed Tatsuya for details, the other only hid a smile with a hand and shook his head. “You’ll have to figure out yourself, Nishikido-san.”
He was at a loss for what to do during autumn and when winter came, and the outside pure white snow was falling on the trees, grass, everywhere, he was struck with a brilliant idea.
In art class, Ryo, with a sly smile, instructed his class to paint a picture of someone they love. Most of the students groaned and begged him to change his mind, but Ryo refused and kept a steady gaze on Tatsuya.
Eventually the other looked up and when their eyes met, Tatsuya smiled softly and nodded, as if he accepted the challenge; he picked up his paintbrush and started to paint.
Ryo could hardly contain his anxiousness as he strode from one side of the classroom to the other, so he missed the way Tatsuya’s eyes trailed him whenever he stood still in thought.
But when the other handed him the painting, the other looked downcast and refused to meet his eyes.
He turned it over, expecting to find his answer, but only finding black paint, “What?”
“I chickened out…I’m sorry.” And Tatsuya fled before Ryo could press him any further.
He found his eyes trailing after where Tatsuya had fled and a strange relief filling him as he realized that he wasn’t really ready to find out who the other loved.
He figured out something interesting in the end of winter, when the snow had become slush and the trees were still bare of leaves. It was possible to use a knife to remove paint over paint - which would let him figure out who Tatsuya loved. After all, Tatsuya had painted it before chickening out and spreading black paint over it.
He felt kind of guilty when he set the painting (he had kept it safe in his house for more than a month now) onto the table of his living room. He should respect Tatsuya’s wishes for his love to remain unknown, but he justified his actions with the reason that if Tatsuya really felt like that, then he would have picked up a new canvas. As the painting was, it was almost as if Tatsuya wanted him to figure out who.
He placed the knife’s sharp edge against the dried black paint and started to chip away layer by layer. When he was done, he was shocked speechless by the result of the person who appeared on the canvas.
It was him.
The next day seemed to be a blur to Sensei Nishikido. He was out of sorts, dropping stuff, mixing up attendance sheets, and when art class came, he made it a study hall.
By the end of class, Tatsuya had come up to him and with worried eyes asked him what was wrong. But he couldn’t bring himself to look at the worried student and instead of answering, fled before Tatsuya could press him on the subject anymore.
It wasn’t as if he abhorred the idea that Tatsuya loved him or that his love might change their relationship forever; it was that he was scared. A teacher and student relationship wasn’t allowed and it certainly wasn’t encouraged to get close to the student without an academic reason. As it was, Ryo had already ventured too far into dangerous territory.
Weeks passed and it was nearing spring with sprouts of grass growing through the slush of snow and the sun’s bright rays making the day warmer than it seemed to be. He had continued to avoid his student and it was taking a toll on him and Tatsuya. Ryo had done a lot of thinking since then and he had decided to confront Tatsuya.
So one day, after class, he asked Tatsuya to stay behind after school. Tatsuya shot him a hurt look but he agreed nonetheless. Ryo understood the hurt; he knew that the youth was in pain from their lack of communication. He would be hurt too if the other had started avoiding him. But since it was him who started it, it should be him who ended it.
The sun’s rays shone into the classroom, alighting on desks and chairs and the clock that continued to tick as Sensei Nishikido waited with abated breath for his precious student.
The door slid open and Tatsuya slipped in, a shy and nervous look on his face. “Sensei?” he inquired after he closed the door behind him.
Ryo mentioned for him to sit down on a desk, which the other did, before speaking nervously, “Do you know there’s a way to remove paint without damaging the picture underneath?”
Tatsuya shot him a confused look, “Huh?”
“A knife is amazing you know?” he tried to act cool but his voice betrayed him, shaking slightly in the exertion to remain calm and not blurt out the truth.
The things that he was saying finally dawned on the student and Tatsuya immediately stood up, a hurt look on his face. “You didn’t.”
He just smiled softly before advancing onto the student, “Oh, but I did.”
Tatsuya let out something akin to a hurt yelp before he tried to get out of the room, a panicked look on his face and all the while muttering, “I didn’t…I don’t know, just that day…”
He pushed the younger boy down onto the desk with a smile on his face, “It’s okay.”
That cut off Tatsuya from his mumblings and he looked at him, confused. “What?”
“It took me a while,” he admitted as he ran his hand lovingly into Tatsuya’s brown hair, “but you know? I think I might be able to spend a long time with you.”
“Might be able to?” teased Tatsuya, a blush on his face and a wetness on his lashes.
Ryo grinned, “Well, we’ll see.”
And he leaned down and kissed his student.
A month later, when it was spring and there were cherry blossoms flittering throughout the air and there were nature everywhere the eye can see, a painting was put up for display inside a museum.
It was a picture of two guys, holding hands and a blissful smile on their faces, aware of nothing else but each other.
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Author's note: (: hope you liked it everyone! specially rissa ;D
btw, anny this was the fic i was going to send you yesterday xD finally thought of an ending
sorry if the ending is kinda rushed, i still have summer homework to do! just wanted to finish it before school starts! (:
Pairing: Ryoda
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these pretty Japanese boys xD
A/N: dedicated to resha_hime (rissa! ilu! (:)
Summary: When Tatsuya transfers to his art class, things spin out of control and become interesting for Sensei Nishikido.
[#1]
#2
The splash of orange was the first thing Ryo noticed when the painting was thrust in front of his face. The second was the slight dashes of black inserted here and there, almost as if in afterthought.
When he had enough breath to inquire what the painting was supposed to be, he got a smile for his effort and the title of the painting, “Forbidden Wish.”
The next day, Tatsuya ended up in his class, with a foolish smile and a dirty paintbrush behind his right ear. After class, Tatsuya’s excited voice breathed loudly next to Ryo’s ear, “Do you like it?”
He forced himself to look away from how Tatsuya’s pale hand contrasted against his tanned arm where it lay. The painting seemed hazy to him - its colors like mist and snow.
He let out a shaky exhale, “Yeah,” though his answer was more to see Tatsuya’s bright smile than anything else.
“Why art class?” he asked when he caught Tatsuya alone - a rare thing nowadays with the other being so popular.
Tatsuya blinked up at him and then answered almost distractedly, “You teach art.”
He stared at Tatsuya blankly for a while before the other pulled out a painting, “I painted it last night,” and handed it to Ryo.
Ryo hmmed a bit before glancing at it with a slight quirk in his smile as he realized what the painting was of. It depicted a black ramen bowl filled to the brim with miso soup. “Miso? Were you hungry when you painted it?”
Tatsuya smiled, “You like miso, ne?” But before Ryo could answer, a friend of Tatsuya’s had found them and had swung an arm around Tatsuya. Tatsuya aimed a mysterious smile at Ryo before heading off to the next period with his friend.
Ryo wasn’t quite sure what to make of what had just happened.
Summer eventually faded into fall and Tatusya’s paintings turned into autumn colors and leaves flittering about here and there on its canvas.
One time, when Ryo had asked for a painting of the landscape outside the classroom’s window, he got a strange painting from Tatsuya. The painting was painted pitch black - every spot covered with dark, dark paint. He blinked, looked at Tatsuya with a confused expression, until the other smiled and turned it over for him.
Words were written on the back -
‘Without you in the world, there is no world.’
He smiled as the words sunk in, “she’s a lucky girl.”
“Who?” asked Tatsuya.
“The ‘you’ in here,” he tapped the painting.
Tatsuya’s laugh was startling, but pleasant to his ears, “He’s not a girl.”
“He?”
Tatsuya’s laugh faded, but a mysterious smile remained, “You should know who. After all, you know him the best.”
Tatsuya left him there, dumbfounded.
He hadn’t thought that Tatsuya’s comment would bother him so much. He found himself wondering, at moments when a close friend would speak with him, if he was the one.
When he pressed Tatsuya for details, the other only hid a smile with a hand and shook his head. “You’ll have to figure out yourself, Nishikido-san.”
He was at a loss for what to do during autumn and when winter came, and the outside pure white snow was falling on the trees, grass, everywhere, he was struck with a brilliant idea.
In art class, Ryo, with a sly smile, instructed his class to paint a picture of someone they love. Most of the students groaned and begged him to change his mind, but Ryo refused and kept a steady gaze on Tatsuya.
Eventually the other looked up and when their eyes met, Tatsuya smiled softly and nodded, as if he accepted the challenge; he picked up his paintbrush and started to paint.
Ryo could hardly contain his anxiousness as he strode from one side of the classroom to the other, so he missed the way Tatsuya’s eyes trailed him whenever he stood still in thought.
But when the other handed him the painting, the other looked downcast and refused to meet his eyes.
He turned it over, expecting to find his answer, but only finding black paint, “What?”
“I chickened out…I’m sorry.” And Tatsuya fled before Ryo could press him any further.
He found his eyes trailing after where Tatsuya had fled and a strange relief filling him as he realized that he wasn’t really ready to find out who the other loved.
He figured out something interesting in the end of winter, when the snow had become slush and the trees were still bare of leaves. It was possible to use a knife to remove paint over paint - which would let him figure out who Tatsuya loved. After all, Tatsuya had painted it before chickening out and spreading black paint over it.
He felt kind of guilty when he set the painting (he had kept it safe in his house for more than a month now) onto the table of his living room. He should respect Tatsuya’s wishes for his love to remain unknown, but he justified his actions with the reason that if Tatsuya really felt like that, then he would have picked up a new canvas. As the painting was, it was almost as if Tatsuya wanted him to figure out who.
He placed the knife’s sharp edge against the dried black paint and started to chip away layer by layer. When he was done, he was shocked speechless by the result of the person who appeared on the canvas.
It was him.
The next day seemed to be a blur to Sensei Nishikido. He was out of sorts, dropping stuff, mixing up attendance sheets, and when art class came, he made it a study hall.
By the end of class, Tatsuya had come up to him and with worried eyes asked him what was wrong. But he couldn’t bring himself to look at the worried student and instead of answering, fled before Tatsuya could press him on the subject anymore.
It wasn’t as if he abhorred the idea that Tatsuya loved him or that his love might change their relationship forever; it was that he was scared. A teacher and student relationship wasn’t allowed and it certainly wasn’t encouraged to get close to the student without an academic reason. As it was, Ryo had already ventured too far into dangerous territory.
Weeks passed and it was nearing spring with sprouts of grass growing through the slush of snow and the sun’s bright rays making the day warmer than it seemed to be. He had continued to avoid his student and it was taking a toll on him and Tatsuya. Ryo had done a lot of thinking since then and he had decided to confront Tatsuya.
So one day, after class, he asked Tatsuya to stay behind after school. Tatsuya shot him a hurt look but he agreed nonetheless. Ryo understood the hurt; he knew that the youth was in pain from their lack of communication. He would be hurt too if the other had started avoiding him. But since it was him who started it, it should be him who ended it.
The sun’s rays shone into the classroom, alighting on desks and chairs and the clock that continued to tick as Sensei Nishikido waited with abated breath for his precious student.
The door slid open and Tatsuya slipped in, a shy and nervous look on his face. “Sensei?” he inquired after he closed the door behind him.
Ryo mentioned for him to sit down on a desk, which the other did, before speaking nervously, “Do you know there’s a way to remove paint without damaging the picture underneath?”
Tatsuya shot him a confused look, “Huh?”
“A knife is amazing you know?” he tried to act cool but his voice betrayed him, shaking slightly in the exertion to remain calm and not blurt out the truth.
The things that he was saying finally dawned on the student and Tatsuya immediately stood up, a hurt look on his face. “You didn’t.”
He just smiled softly before advancing onto the student, “Oh, but I did.”
Tatsuya let out something akin to a hurt yelp before he tried to get out of the room, a panicked look on his face and all the while muttering, “I didn’t…I don’t know, just that day…”
He pushed the younger boy down onto the desk with a smile on his face, “It’s okay.”
That cut off Tatsuya from his mumblings and he looked at him, confused. “What?”
“It took me a while,” he admitted as he ran his hand lovingly into Tatsuya’s brown hair, “but you know? I think I might be able to spend a long time with you.”
“Might be able to?” teased Tatsuya, a blush on his face and a wetness on his lashes.
Ryo grinned, “Well, we’ll see.”
And he leaned down and kissed his student.
A month later, when it was spring and there were cherry blossoms flittering throughout the air and there were nature everywhere the eye can see, a painting was put up for display inside a museum.
It was a picture of two guys, holding hands and a blissful smile on their faces, aware of nothing else but each other.
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Author's note: (: hope you liked it everyone! specially rissa ;D
btw, anny this was the fic i was going to send you yesterday xD finally thought of an ending
sorry if the ending is kinda rushed, i still have summer homework to do! just wanted to finish it before school starts! (: