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Yusuke’s life drawing professor assigns a nude study for the class’ latest assignment. There are studios downtown that offer such services for a fee — being able to sketch nude models by the hour — but somehow, this seems much more impersonal than it used to. Maybe it's because, as of late, the only person he's wanted to draw is Akira.For the first time, Yusuke is spending the weekend at his boyfriend’s house. Even though it's only for a day and a half, the trip out here has been worth it as he's able to see more into Akira’s personality: the various knickknacks on his nightstand, his red bed sheets that Morgana has shed fur all over. Yusuke was able to glimpse into Akira’s life back when he was living at Leblanc, but that was different; he can feel the freeness of Akira’s home here. Despite still living with his parents while attending university, this is the place that is most familiar to him.It all starts with a simple shoulder rub at Yusuke’s behest. They're both in their first semester of college now, and he can feel the tension in Akira’s shoulders as he massages him through his t-shirt.“Let me draw you,” Yusuke says, lips drawing close to his boyfriend’s ear.Akira laughs. “Usually you don’t even have to ask. You just do it.”“I suppose this time is different.” Yusuke’s hands slide down Akira’s back, tracing its shape. “I wish to draw you naked.”He expects Akira to tease him about it, if not outright refuse. Instead, his boyfriend turns to him, mattress creaking beneath them.“How do you want me?” Akira asks, head tilted as he looks up at Yusuke through his glasses. He doesn't try to look so adorable on purpose, Yusuke thinks, and yet he manages to do so effortlessly.“How about just taking off your shirt for now?”His professor never said the piece had to be fully nude, after all. While Yusuke longs for such an opportunity to capture the entirety of his boyfriend’s naked body with his pencil, he's grateful for the freedom presented.Akira peels off his shirt, leaving his glasses on — just as Yusuke prefers. When he models for him, Yusuke will often help him into a better position for him to draw. But for now, he soaks in the rawness of the scene: Akira's skin flushed, gray eyes looking up at him, hands laid upon his lap.“Beautiful,” Yusuke murmurs, eyes tracing the lines of Akira’s body that he intends to draw before he even pulls out his sketchbook — the slope of his chest, the curve of his waist.In the end, it's another quality piece for his sketching portfolio. Yusuke thinks about it all throughout the evening until it's time for bed, and instead of telling him to sleep on the couch, Akira pulls him into bed with him. His body is so warm, a furnace against his chest.What a wonderful thing, Yusuke thinks. To be loved.