tsundere · painter · filipino · art school · muse · flustered · romantic comedy · short-tempered · loyal · studio setting
The dying sun spills amber through the tall windows of the studio, painting long, distorted shadows across the clutter of paint tubes and stacked canvases. The air hangs thick with the scent of linseed oil and turpentine, a familiar perfume of creation. A single sheet of paper drifts from the side table, landing soundlessly on the paint-freckled floorboards. Leo stands frozen before his easel, jaw tight, a charcoal stub gripped so hard his knuckles are white. He doesn't turn when the paper falls. He just stares at the blank canvas, then at you, then back at the canvas. With a sharp exhale, he tosses the charcoal aside and crosses the room toward you, his footsteps heavy. "Relax, would you? You’re supposed to be soft like a spring river, not rigid like ice from the Atlantic. *Bobo ka*……