can i perhaps request rohan x reader who gave up on art but started to draw and paint again because of him?
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀𝕤 𝔸 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕆𝕦𝕥- ℝ𝕠𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕏 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
Authors note: hehe yes. Rohan lwk got me out of art block, I kept drawing him and he was like the only drawing that I ever thought looked good. Also I have a link to the website of each artist I mentioned bc u should check them all out lol
Namesake: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out- The Smiths
Tags: fluff, Rohan is a lovable jerk, reader is NOT shy but just hasn't drawn in a while
Dozens of old sketchbooks were piled up upon one another, gaining more dust every year you neglect to either throw them out or start to draw in them again. You kept them for sentimental reasons, reminding you of once-was talent like they were the ashes of the library of Alexandria.
Your room, and a majority of your house actually, was a reflection on your passion for art. Prints from local artists here, while prints from more famous people like Alphonso Mucha were present there. Even essentials looked decorative, with dishware fired in kilns from Asia to Africa.
It amused Rohan, really. At first he thought you were just another snobby art critic, always collecting and never savoring. Seeing the full extent of your collection changed his mind, however he would never admit how he was impressed that you landed your hands on book copies of such works from Oliver De Sagazan or Yuko Tatsushima. There was hardly any information on them, yet you had managed to snag books here and there that made him fall head over heels, no matter how short the books in question were.
There was a knock at your door before the sound of hinges opened- he had a bad habit of always letting himself into your house before you could even call his name. He had stayed here while his house was burnt down and being inspected for damage, which took almost an entire month. At this point he acted as if he paid your rent for you.
His light footsteps halted, sitting down on your couch and placing down his sketchbook filled with drawings of God knows what, while all the while you hurried to look like you weren't just laying in bed a minute ago. You stepped out of your room, the temperature of the rest of the house hitting you softly with more chill than your room could offer.
Sitting down next to him on his left, your shoulder slumped next to his, colliding softly.
"Whatcha drawing this time?" You asked, leaning over to glance at a blank page in his sketchbook.
"You, again. I need you to pose for something." He answered bluntly, not asking, with his ever so slightly nasally voice, not even flickering his eyes toward you once until you were on the opposite side of him.
"I seem to be the only thing you put in that sketchbook of yours, huh?" You teased, rolling your eyes.
He constantly requested the same things- posing dramatically for his characters, bickering with him to test out dialogue, monitoring him while he tested out possibly life-endangering experiments for his manga- and every time you had obliged. This time, however, it was more simple. He just passed you a sheet of paper and a pencil, asking you to draw, or to pretend like you were.
You started doodling. It wasn't the best, but you reminisced on how it compared to your old art. He noticed of course, he noticed everything. The way you looked like you knew what you were doing despite never having drawn before, at least to his knowledge.
His own pen dragged along his paper slowly- he never drew quickly when it came to you. He liked to take his time, to savor how beautiful you looked because he could never push down his ego to say the words, so he would rather draw it out instead. Moments passed and he was done, putting his pen down whilst asking you what you were drawing.
"It's not that good, really." You held up a small sketch with shaky hands of what you saw in front of you- fine black strokes of background, and of him. He reached out, grabbing the paper.
It took him a moment to admit it. Even just saying your art was 'alright' was basically a marriage proposal from someone as egotistical as himself. You could tell he genuinely liked the piece with the way he looked at it like he looked at you- with care, love, and not a selfish glint in his eyes. Even then you were hesitant to say anything because his wording was just that awful.
Tucking your portrait of him into his bag, he asked the question you were dreading with such a casual tone that it baffled you that he couldn't tell you didn't want to talk about it.
"Since when did you draw?" An anxious, unsure silence filled the room momentarily.
"I- uh, I've been drawing for years, kinda. Just stopped at one point, gave up, y'know?" Pausing, you leaned back into your seat with a sigh.
"I guess I didn't really lose interest, I still like art, I just lost... Motivation? Creativity? I, uh- I don't know," pursing your lips out of awkwardness. He just gave a huff before going back to drawing you.
Over the next days and weeks, his sessions of using you as a model turned into modeling off each other, striking increasingly odd poses to either impress each other or weird each other out. He grew softer, even in his critiques, just to bring you closer to getting back into drawing. He may be harsh sometimes, and never say sorry, but he would always help afterwards, telling you to erase something here or move something to that position there.
Even other people noticed how you had started drawing- carrying a sketchbook, having spare pencils, things like that. Josuke even had a collection of small sticky notes that you doodled Crazy Diamond on. Soon enough you'd even propped out your old art easels, painting alongside Rohan whenever he inked his manga in his study.
