~Your POV~

"Aw! Please tell m- Woah!" He started his motorbike and decided to try and kill me by starting off with a wheelie. I gripped to him tight, my helmet pressed up against his back. I felt his heart beat faster and I smiled gently as he drove off.
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Sooner or later, and by that I mean much later, we arrived at this nice little light purple building. It was composed of mossy stone, vine covered thin glass windows, and creaky wooden doors. The sign on it was faded and illegible, and we were on a side road, so I had no idea where we really were. Kirito put his bike in neutral and took out the keys, placing his helmet and mine locked to the black grippy handlebars.

"Where are we? I have no idea, there are no street signs." The city was still bustling and loud, so loud that we could hear it from this cozy little isolated place. Kirito just put a finger to my lips and smiled, taking my hand and leading me towards the mossy ruins.

Pacing in, there were little artworks scattered about the walls, paintbrushes in small red cups upon the painted wooden tables, and about two other doors leading into different rooms on the left and right. The tips of Kirito's fingers traced and passed the stone walls, as he took in the sight. I did the same.

"We're at a place that I swear was made just for you, (Y/N)." He smiled and took my hand once again. There was a lady, about my height, (I couldn't really tell, she was sitting behind a desk), and she had snow white hair. She had little reading glasses with no rims upon the bridge of her nose, and her fingernails were painted a light grey. She noticed Kirito and gave a big smile.

"How may I help you today?" She smiled, and Kirito looked and then motioned towards me.
"I brought her here. She lives and loves to sketch and draw." The lady smiled warmly and took my hand, leading me into the room farthest from the entrance door. Inside was an entire collection of sketchbooks, pencils, sharpeners, rulers, binders, tracers, erasers, and pens... It was an artist's paradise.

"We're going to be closing soon, so take whatever you like. It's free, just for you." She let go of my hand and buried her nose back into her very thick book in the other room. I stared in awe of the display in front of me. It was beyond my imagination to think something like this could ever happen.
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~Kirito's POV~

I knew she'd love it. The (Y/N) I know and love isn't greedy. She'll only take what she needs.

Smiling, (Y/N) looked back at me with tears forming in those perfect (E/C) shining eyes. She embraced me tightly and wept softly into my chest.
"Thank you so much, Kirito! This is the best day of my life!" She smiled and I kissed her forehead.

"You shouldn't be thanking me, when you have all this free sketch stuff in front of you." She smiled warmly and let me go, her fingers tracing softly over the sketch books. They were beautiful colors, every color of the rainbow, and they were amazing.

I ended up sitting in the warm corner, right to the left of the door, watching (Y/N) admire all the supplies she loves. I've never seen a more sincere smile on a face like that. Not once did that smile fade, not once did those glimmering eyes waver, not once did she fail to make me love her more than my heart can desire.