Warning: Explicit contents ahead

The strands of Louise's hair keep falling down her face in messy strands, but that didn't stop her from trying to concentrate on what she's working on for many hours now. She carefully traces the line art on the canvas with black ink, holding her breath, not even blinking.

She reaches for a new brush, giving her the chance to lean on her seat and let out a sigh.

"I know you've been so shocked by my beauty, but I can't finish my work quick if you continue staring at me like that." She throws her boyfriend a look.

A smile tugged Ojiro's lips. He's leaning on the table next to her; his head is on his hand, silently watching Louise as she paints on the big canvas. It was an artwork that her animation studio commissioned her that would be used as a main panel background in one of the animation projects they're working on.

Ojiro let out a mischievous laughter but didn't move a budge and continued watching her. She shook her head, sighing again, which made her curls around her small face puff up. He watches intently and pays attention to how she dips and mixes the paint that smudges her finger tips. He watches how she blends the wet colors on the plate and then fills the canvas with colors completely unbothered by the strands of her hair from her bun on top of her head that falls down her face. Ojiro's breathing becomes steady, unconsciously holding it as he stares on her brown eyes that were deep in focus.

"Alright, that's enough." She straightened on her seat, dropping her brush in a cup of water. "Dios mios, Santo Pedro. Keep yourself together, Ojiro, and close your mouth!"

Ojiro blinks his eyes, getting back to his senses. He moves away from leaning, throwing his head back in laughter upon realizing what he's doing. With their limited time for private moments together, they've learned how to be flexible, like finishing work while hanging out together in either one's apartment.

"How about you take a break for a couple of minutes?" He got up behind her and started to massage her shoulders. She wanted to protest, but she reads her boyfriend so well when he wanted to just get naughty.

"Iyaaa. Yamete!~" She mimics the voice from animes, pretending to get tickled when he kissed her on her shoulder. He stops what he's doing, giving her a look. Of course she can't be spared from that look of judgment, but he keeps going. "Ojiro, I need to finish this, alright?" She giggles in a flirty Chicana tone.

"How about this? Uh...you lie there on the couch while I draw you?"

Louise gave him a side eye. She doesn't mean to be rude, but yeah....Ojiro can't draw. He tried to make a heart shape on ice to impress her; one time she went with him in one of his private trainings. He showed her the traces from his skating blades, and she claps at him to show her appreciation, ignoring her artist's persona at the back of her head that just couldn't help but point out that the supposedly heart shape looks exactly like a butt.

"Eh, fine," she muttered in her thick accent. She positions herself on the couch, hesitating for a moment, but as soon as her weak spine touches the soft mattress, she collapses.

"Is this alright? " She asks in a flirty voice, making some sexy poses on the couch. Not even a back pain can stop her from slaying.

"Yes, right there. Perfect," Ojiro instructed, holding out a pencil to measure her perfect angle. He sits on the chair, one leg on top of the other, like an expert. His dark eyes turn into concentration as he glances at her, carefully drawing her curves with a pencil on the rough watercolor paper.

"Why so serious?" Louise chuckled in a slutty tone, mimicking a scene from a movie. She looks back to Ojiro, suddenly becoming self-conscious of how his eyes put on so much concertation to her body. She coughs from her throat, heat creeping in her cheeks, but proceeds to do more slutty poses that highlight her breasts and hips.

That's right, fall for me harder! Mwehehehe!