Inspiration at its Best

pt.1

It was a warm, sunny day. A little bit too warm for autumn, but y/n thought nothing really of it as they waited for the town bus to arrive. At least the leaves had begun changing color, slowly departing from their branches as birds and other animals weaved in and out through the falling petals.

About five minutes later, the bus still wasn't there. It was getting a little more warm out.

Y/n wiped a thin layer of sweat from their brow in response to the beaming heat. Forget warm. It was hot.

The one at the bus stop had already stripped away their fleece sweater, tying it in a knot around their waist, and was now leaning into the cheap plastic seat of the bench, tired and scorched.

'God damn where is that dang bus?!'

It was nearly boiling around them, and they were losing it. Hair was now sticking to their sweat coated forehead, their shirt was fusing to their back uncomfortably, and even the bench was seemingly melting against their legs the longer they sat.

It was hor-

"Stay like that for a moment, if you would." a voice ordered, ruining the monologue.

Y/n looked up, searching for where the voice had come from, and soon spotted a slim man crouched down across the street with a sketch pad around his shoulder. He held his hands out as if to take a photograph, propped on one knee, his dark emerald hair held back by a light green, pointed headband.

He was smiling their way. That's nice.

"Like this?" they replied with a weary chuckle, leaning back and fanning their face to get at least some kind of relief.

The man smiled wide to this, scrambling for a pencil as he flipped open his book and began sweeping the graphite tip across the page. He finished his drawing frenzy quite quickly, presenting the artwork to the one sitting across from him with a proud grin.

The artwork was actually really fascinating to say the most, and it made them blush softly at the sight of their almost mirrored face on the paper. 

"How much?" they called from the seat, already moving over to dig through the bag next to them for their wallet, assuming the man was doing this for cash.

He nearly laughed at the question, standing up and making his way over to them with a sexy, confident strut. He was quite tall and they noticed that he was dressed rather...interestingly. His pants hung around his hips, held up by a thick golden belt, and his crop top was hugging tightly around his well sculpted...abs? 

Goodness he was cute...no, he was handsome.

"You flatter me, but there's no need to pay." he tore off the page and hands it to them with a wink. "After all, inspiration is just so rare and hard to find these days. It's only fair to repay you for inspiring me. And why not with a free drawing, from none other than the world famous mangaka, Kishibe Rohan, himself?"

End of pt.1.

I don't know lol. Look! My first two-parter and we're only three chapters in...my lord...

Also, amazing news! I got my first request! I'm so happy! I'm going to be working on it for a while, so I hope this can hold you over till then or something. I also hope this was good too hehe.