You and Eita are both college students, but he studies art
Requested by @asianmoji and somewhat based off an AU prompt I found on tumblr (well, the first part anyway)
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As you packed an overnight bag, you glared at your roommate and her boyfriend, who were making out on her bed. Really? They can't even wait until I leave the room? you thought angrily as you tried to block out the sounds they were making, I should've requested a roommate change when I had the chance.

Since your roommate loved to invite her boyfriend over to hang out—and have sex—with no warning whatsoever, you were usually left packing your things up in a rush to get out of the room before they got it on. In the past, you'd slept on the floor of your friends' dorms, but they were out and you didn't have their keys. Now, you had to find somewhere else to stay or risk being scarred forever.

"Hey, who's your roommate, anyway?!" you growled at your roommate's boyfriend, interrupting him from his disgusting make out session.

"His name's Semi Eita and he's in room 210, sulking," the guy responded with a snicker. He then returned to his previous activities when your roommate pulled him back towards her and smashed her lips against again.

You gagged softly and grabbed your bag before heading for the door. "Please, for the love of God, keep to your side of the room and clean up after yourselves! If I find another used condom in here again I'm going to lose my shit," you told them. You then opened the door and resisted the urge to slam it shut in fear of disturbing the neighbors—before you realized that they were going to do that anyway.

As you trudged down the hallway in your slippers, you received some strange looks from the other girls in your wing that you ignored. Sure, you probably looked like an angry bitch, but you had a right to be both of those right now. Your mood only brightened when you remembered that your roommate's disgusting boyfriend just happened to be rooming with Eita, who was a longtime friend—and crush—of yours. You wouldn't mind sharing a room with him.

Once you'd reached room 210, you knocked lightly on the door. It was only ten on a Friday night, but you knew how overworked of an art student and athlete Eita was, and you didn't want to disturb him.

"Ben, I told you that if you lost your keys one more time I wasn't gonna open the door for you anymore," Eita's smooth yet menacing voice echoed from inside.

"Eita, it's me, (f/n)," you called timidly. He was obviously in a bad mood. Upon introducing yourself, you promptly heard footsteps and the door in front of you opened, revealing your friend's weary, but handsome face. "Hi."

"Hey, what's up?" he asked gently, noticing the distressed look on your face.

Part of the reason for you distress was a result of your current situation, while part of it was coming from the fact that Eita himself looked so irresistible and you didn't know how you were going to cope with sleeping in the same room as him. After stopping your reeling mind, you explained to him what was going on between his roommate and yours, and he quickly let you into his room before anyone else could notice.

"I'm sorry that Ben doesn't even have the common decency to find somewhere else to do disgusting things to his girlfriend. He's such a dick." Eita mumbled as he shoved Ben's stuff over towards his side of the room in an attempt to clean up the dorm. You simply shrugged in response, glad that he felt as offended by his roommate as you did by yours. "You'll be fine here with me, so don't worry about him anymore," he reassured you and patted your shoulder gently.

This action made you blush as your heart jumped in your chest. In an effort to start a conversation and take your mind off of how much his attractiveness was making you melt, you asked, "So what have you been up to? I feel like I haven't seen you as often as I usually do."

Your friend sighed and ran his hand through his blonde hair before taking your hand in his and leading you over to a corner of the room, where he had a few canvases lying around. "I've been working on an art project and it's been quite the massive undertaking. Honestly, I'm fed up with it, especially after continually getting shit from Ben about his being better than mine," he explained, moving things aside so that he could show you what he'd done so far. His drawings were beautiful, no matter how simple they looked, and you examined them for a long time as he dug around in his desk and got out his art supplies.

Once you realized that he was setting up so he could further work on his project, you felt as if you were intruding. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt you?" you wondered sheepishly as your cheeks heated up again with embarrassment.

He shook his head as he unfolded his easel and placed a fresh canvas on it. "No, you actually came at the perfect time." Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion as you watched him, and you suddenly noticed that he wasn't making eye contact with you as much as he usually did when he was speaking to you. "You see, for part of my project, I have to do something with human figures, and I refused to use any of the models that our art professor offered us because Ben challenged me," he spoke.

Your heart thumped in your chest with nervous anticipation as you asked, "What did Ben do?"

Eita let out a small chuckle as he got out his trusty palette and began mixing colors as he looked around the room. "Well, he did his figure drawing of his girlfriend, of course, and said that I would never be able to find a girl that wasn't already a model to paint or create a better painting than his because I'm so lame and inept when it comes to both talking to girls and painting in general," he informed you as he turned around to face you, "So, with that being said, will you let me paint you, (f/n)?"

Your throat went completely dry as you swallowed and nodded somewhat feverishly. "I-I'm sorry, I'm not prepared for this at all," you apologized as you looked at yourself in a mirror across the room. Your (h/c) hair was messy and you weren't exactly dressed to impress at the moment.

"You look fine to me," Eita assured you, "And don't worry about the way you look anyway. I want this to be as natural as possible so don't worry." Your (e/c) eyes focused on his intense ones as he looked you over before pulling a button up shirt out of his wardrobe. "Would you mind putting this on? I won't look at you."

He handed you the shirt and you hesitated before complying. You'd agreed to help him with his project, so you weren't going to back out now. He promptly turned his back and continued to set up his workspace, so you took off your shirt, feeling thankful that you were still wearing a nice bra since you'd forgotten to change it before leaving your room, and put on the shirt he'd given to you before buttoning it up. "Okay, now what?" you asked, your voice squeaking a bit with nervous tension and making you blush.

"Take off your pants."

"Uhh... okay." You hadn't done a good job with dressing yourself, but at least your underwear still looked nice. You removed your pajama pants and pulled the shirt down in an attempt to cover yourself up a bit more, since it was too big for you already. What am I doing?! And why am I okay with this?!

When you told him you were done, he guided you over to his bed and instructed you to sit in the center of it as he fixed the lighting, trying to decide between the lights in the room or the lamp of his bedside table. He eventually settled with the latter before moving over to you again, unbuttoning the shirt he'd given you, and pushing one side of it off of your shoulder slightly. Even though his gaze never left you, you knew it was because he was focusing on what he was doing, not on you.

As soon as you'd gotten into a comfortable pose on his bed, he sat down in front of his canvas and removed his shirt before starting his work. You'd completely forgotten that he didn't wear a shirt while he was painting in privacy since he hated getting paint on his clothes and he didn't own an apron, so seeing him shirtless took you by surprise. It was a pleasant surprise, of course.

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By the time he'd finished a few hours later, it was very late at night, and you were ready to go to sleep. Even Eita had been yawning as his paintbrush moved delicately and skillfully over his canvas. When he was done, he showed you the painting before putting his easel in a corner and lazily cleaning up after himself. Seeing how pleased you were with his work made him smile, which, in turn, made you blush.

When you got off of his bed and dug around in your overnight bag, you realized that you'd forgotten a blanket. "Eita, do you have a blanket I could borrow?" you asked him as he looked at his painting.

"You're not sleeping on the floor, or in Ben's nasty bed, so you don't need a blanket," he stated firmly, making you blush once again, "Anyway, do you want me to blur out your face, or is the painting okay like this?"

"I don't want my face blurred out. I want people to know you painted me," you said before you could stop yourself. You sat down on Eita's bed and folded your hands in your lap as you thought about what you were going to do.

He eventually abandoned his painting and approached you, asking, "Why?"

"Because," you began and grabbed his hands, pulling him closer to you, "I want everyone—especially Ben—to know that my amazing artist of a boyfriend, Semi Eita, painted me."

Even though he usually had a pretty serious face, your sudden proclamation made him smile and chuckle slightly before he kissed you. "Well, since you're my girlfriend now, I guess you won't have any issues sleeping in my bed with me, then?" he teased as he pushed back the covers and let you get underneath them.

"Of course not," you assured him and grinned as he climbed into bed next to you and pulled the covers back over the two of you. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately as he turned off the light on his bedside table, drenching the room in darkness. "In fact, I'll come over and visit more often."

He tightened his grip on you and closed his eyes, sighing, "As long as Ben isn't here."

"Why?"

"Who knows what you'll have to do for my next painting?"

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A/n: this is my first time writing Eita so please tell me how I did with his character since I'd love to write more of him in the future! :)