Requested by Facia_Cehennemi

      A week ago I challenged myself for writing a comedy (and I have failed) so now I'm settling on AUs because I've given up on my skills to write comedy ;w;

     Also, I am so sorry for not publishing a chapter for a good two weeks (?) I've been delaying this chapter for a good time now and I do have a requested chapter ready to be uploaded, I feel like I have to finish this request first cuz I have been working on this for two damn weeks. To add insult to injury, I don't even have a gif for our boy (┬﹏┬)

     You relaxed your posture while maintaining your pose. A bit frustrated that there was an itch right on your back and you weren't able to scratch it afraid to get a scold from your painter. You agreed to this - you thought this would be a breeze, but oh you thought wrong. 

     "Ah! (Y/n)-san, look at me for a second." a co-worker of Menma requested. You settled your eyes on him without moving your head. The young man had a level of kindness that was close to an angel's. You couldn't help but smile slightly, it must've been an awkward one. Menma sure had ways to making you forget your surroundings.

    His angel of a co-worker caught you as you walked down the hall stretching your arm, and he asked if you were free to model for him at the moment. Menma heard this and his co-worker's invitation was the only thing that convinced him to join in. What had started with you stretching your arms and legs after work became your permanent pose for the next thirty or maybe forty minutes.

     Right as they were focused on their pieces, Charasuke, the frivolous playboy, waltzed in. "OH, Menma, you're painting!?"

     Who would've thought that seeing Menma behind an easel would explode one's mind so much? The last time he checked, Menma wasn't interested in art, let alone getting a canvas and high-quality paint and sit down to draw something.

     "Sorry, but this is a private studio session, playboy." he said as he stared daggers at the boy. When he looked back at you, you instinctively straightened your posture, but he chuckled and told you to relax right now. You shook off the stiffness as multiple joints in your body popped one by one.

     "Good job, (Y/n). You really held that pose for twenty minutes!" Menma's co-worker smiled. 

     "Why thank- wait, what? Twenty minutes? I was sure it was at least thirty or forty. Wow, you must work fast then, or I just have a terrible sense of time;w;"

     "Must be both, then." Menma chuckled.

     You turned to him, only to see the boy use one arm to hide his canvas from Charasuke's prying eyes.

     "Dude, why can't I get a look? You're not even done."

     "Because I know the first thing that you'll think about is selling it off. Sorry, but (Y/n)'s portrait isn't for sale."

     "Hmph. Knowing you, it'll be left unfinished anyway." Charasuke pouted as he made his way to Menma's co-worker.

     "What about you? Did (Y/n) here inspire you again for another project?" Charasuke's eyes sparkled. 

     "Yes, I've gotten the sketch in place and settled on the color palette," he turned to you as he wore his angelic smile once again. "The colors of your dress really complement your skin tone, which makes me even more excited to see it all come together in my painting."

     "Oh, well, thank you," you looked back at your sundress and began fanning out its skirt and letting it fall, "I really like wearing it, so I'm happy to heaA- AYE MENMA!"

     This man really picked you up over his shoulder while you were talking. Not that you were complaining.

     "Now then," he began, "I think you deserve a little reward for your hard work~"

     "Some food and a long nap would be great actually."

     "Deal."

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Sorry for how long this chapter took.