#tysuke

Ship List:

Ella/Tyson (tysella) 

Tyson/Percy (pertyson) 

Clarisse/Tyson (claryson) 

Annabeth/Tyson (tysabeth) 

Tyson/Frank (tyfrank) 

Nereus/Tyson (tysonereus) 

Charles/Percy/Tyson (jackendorfyson) 

Luke/Percy/Tyson (lukercyson) 

Luke/Tyson (tysuke) 

Nico/Tyson (tysonico) 

His dorm isn’t far in comparison to mine, so I just walked over with a bag full of my various supplies. He didn’t really specify on what he needed help with, I just assume he needs someone to bounce ideas off of. We all do sometimes. Most of the shit I draw isn’t original content anyway.

I finally get there and knock on his door. He opens it almost immediately.

“Ah! Tori, you’re here! Thank you! Please, come in!” He speaks loud and clear, as usual. He steps back to allow me to step inside and I follow suit.

His dorm is both neat and messy at the same time. His furniture (how little of it there is) is clean and organized in comparison to the rooms shape. However, there’s art supplies covering almost every flat surface I can see. Even most of his kitchen counter has papers and pencils around it. I hope he eats better than I do. I eat cheap Ramen like twice a week.

“Here, my rooms over here.” He speaks up, walking and looking back at me to see if I’m following him. I do so, and when he opens his bedroom door it’s just like the main room but there’s even more art supplies. The occasional finished or unfinished painting is scattered around as well. At the center of the room is a stool and an easel, facing away from the window, I assume to allow him lots of sunlight to see his paintings.

“Come and look at what I’ve done so far, would you?” He gestures to the easel, and I walk over and look. Definitely unfinished, but it already looks amazing. There’s many different shapes of paint splatters around the border of the canvas, with cool colors. the middle space is plain grey.

“What’s the problem?” I ask.

“This assignment is supposed to be abstract, but as you can see by the paintings around the room, I have only been able to paint portraits as of late. I’m having difficulty getting inspired enough to make this assignment my best effort.” He sighs, looking at all the paintings he mentions.

He’s right, these are all portraits of people. They all look sort of similar, but different enough to notice. One of them almost reminds me of how I draw myself, actually. Probably just a coincidence.

I direct my attention back to the painting at hand.

“Hm…” I ponder with some ideas in my head that he could pull off.

“This frame idea you have is really nice, I think you should just get random with the middle! Make something weird, like paint flowers but instead of real flowers they’re made out of cookies or something.” I suggest, before continuing. “But also, keep the colors similar to those you used in the border. Darker colors will go much better than any reds or yellows, so hot pinks and purples would probably be the way to go.”

Yusuke smiles and walks up to me.

“Ah…I see…Thank you, I think I have found an idea of my own thanks to that idea of yours.”

I smile big.

“Of course! It’s no problem, we artists gotta help each other out sometimes! Show me the finished product when you’re done!” I turn to leave, but he speaks up.

“You can stay and observe, if you’d like. I want your live input.” He says, gathering some brushes and paints to start painting. For someone who just had an epiphany, he is moving…very calmly. I guess that is just his normal personality, but even so, he usually gets so fired up when he has a new idea.

“Oh, uh, sure!” I walk over to his bed to the side of the room and sit there as he starts painting. The silence is weird at first, but after awhile it’s comforting. I can tell he’s very focused. The sunlight from the window behind him makes his royal blue hair sparkle unlike any glitter you could buy in a craft store. I can’t help but let my posture relax as I watch him work, unaware of the smile on my face as I zone out. I zone out so much, in fact, that I don’t notice when he stops painting and looks at me. It isn’t until he speaks that I snap out of it.

“What does it mean when I can’t get you out of my mind?” Yusuke asks so casually. He said what. What? I visibly shake my head and look at him for real this time. He’s holding his paintbrush in the air and looking right at me, before he returns to painting after seeing my shock.

“W-w-what do you mean?” I stutter accidentally.

“I keep thinking about you and I haven’t figured out why, exactly. You’re obviously my good friend, and I appreciate you plenty, but indulging in my thoughts is only making it happen more often. I was considering inquiring with Ann or one of the others about this, but I figured it would be easiest to ask you first.” He speaks to me and I somehow retain only two words of that.

Good friend.

Okay, breathe, idiot.

“Well, I can’t really tell you that. I don’t know exactly what you’re thinking of me so there’s no way I can tell you what it means.” I start fiddling with my jewelry. “In my experience, when I can’t stop thinking about someone, I usually start to wonder if I like them…but it might not be a universal experience.” I speak softly but clear enough for him to hear.

“Hm……ah. I think I know what you are saying.” He says, fixing a brush stroke he accidentally made too light.

“Ah…” I make a confirming noise, unsure how to progress the conversation, if at all. I look at my lap as I do so, pulling out my phone as a habit. I do it whenever I don’t know what else to say. Thanks to this, I don’t even notice him put his brush down and get up. He walks over to me and rests my chin in his fingers, lifting my face to his. My face turns red before he even speaks.

“Those paintings…we’re…or rather, are…you.” He quietly tells me, slowly leaning closer. Curse his naturally romantic aura! I make the boldest move of my life and lean to him first as our lips make contact.

We both back up after a moment, and he smiles.

“Thank you for your help. Will you continue to be on my mind?” He holds my hand, waiting for an answer.

It takes me a solid minute to realize what his question means, before I nod.