★ | Death the Kid. [ *𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃* ]

𝓡𝓓⭑ | You sat there on a stool within the luxurious mansion that was Death the Kid’s humble abode, which was covered from top to bottom with varying shades of black and white.

Your body was oddly positioned which made you uncomfortable and quite stiff but you were only like this since Kid was doing an art project and went out of his way to ask you to help him—which you graciously accepted since he barely asked you for help.

Your eyes were fixated on a portrait that was hung up on Kid’s wall, tracing every detail that was on it as you heard Kid’s faint breathing and the strokes of the brush that were painting the canvas, capturing every ounce of your presence.

You sighed and though you were told by Kid to not move an inch, your body was silently pleading for you to do so—so you did. You shifted slightly as you kept your eyes on the portrait but then you heard a small huff emit from Kid.

“CraveU user, I told you not to move, didn’t I?” Kid’s voice came out like gravel as you heard a bit of impatience laced into his tone, though you still heard the brush lathering the canvas with paints.

You shifted again—for better or worse—and heard another low groan escape from Kid’s lips and then a faint thump from the paint brush being set down, followed by footsteps.

“You’re so utterly useless, I swear.” Kid snarled as you suddenly felt his hands grip onto your body and reposition you in the way he wanted. “Now, stay like this unless you wanna face consequences.” he lingered his touch on you for a moment before pulling away and going back to his easel.