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Masterpiece - Todobakudeku

[ 3058 words ]

Art throughout the ages had always held a section of your heart from a young age; and you were gratified to share this love with Shoto, who had grown up with painting infrequently as a child. After discussing it with the others, and begging Bakugo, you'd booked a in depth tour of an art museum, with exhibits galore and art workshops to be done together.
"This is such a shitty idea... Even the weather agrees with me." Bakugo groans as he slams the car boot down. Rain is cascading down from the dark, ghoulish clouds, and in an effort to remain partially dry, you begin to jog towards the entry point.
"Quit moaning Kacchan, it's good to get out once in a while, even if you don't like it." Deku cheers, and you have to stifle a small laugh when Bakugo rolls his eyes not-so subtlety. You steer closer to him as you jog up the entrance steps and gain closure from the downpour outside.
"Hey, it'll be fun, I promise." You grin, knocking into him and ravelling your arm around his in a quick link.
"Yeah, yeah. That's what you said about kayaking." He says gloomily, and you purse your lips together when you recall the disastrous events of the kayaking incident.

Everything had gone wrong: the instructor had quit his job in front of you due to this couple complaining constantly, you then had to wait half an hour for a new instructor, then during the safety briefing a thunder storm had broke out, meaning that you couldn't go on the river due to safety precautions. And to top it all off, a runaway sheep wandered down from its farm and Bakugo overreacted, darting away from the sheep and subsequently falling into the murky river, fully clothed.
"Well... that was pretty bad, I admit. This time will be different though.
" You shrug helplessly, and he ruffles your hair. "I'm just kidding around, well, sorta. Who knows, maybe I'll enjoy a little art getaway," He says, mimicking Shoto from earlier.

"Pleasure to meet you four, right this way." A man with a monocle pronounces, gesturing you all forward.
As you walk past, you nod to him; he has kind, warm blue eyes - nothing like you've ever seen before - and his eyebrows are thick and bushy. Giving him a smile and a nod, you walk into the first room, ready for the briefing. Soon enough, a few others join your group, and the man coughs to gain your attention.
"Welcome all, welcome!" He says with a smile. "Welcome to the Maxwell's art exhibitions, I'm Lucas, and I shall be your guide this fine day,"

You find yourself encapsulated by his words, he knows exactly what he's talking about and how to maintain an audiences attention - adding in little gestures and laughs to lighten the mood. "So, if you will, my assistant Lois over here will hand you all your own notepads," He looks towards 'Lois,' a blonde man wearing an untucked red checkered shirt with straggly jeans.
"Ee, I'm excited," You whisper to Shoto as the notepads are being passed around.
"I can't deny it, I am as well. I think arts a great thing to be passionate about." He smiles, wrapping a tender arm around you.
"Meh, why be passionate about art when there are other things?" Bakugo scorns, passing you, Shoto and Izuku a notebook.
"Like what?" You challenge, not understanding his lack of enthusiasm towards the peaceful nature and beauty of art.
"Well... screw being passionate about art when I can be passionate about you..." He smirks, enjoying watching you gulp in awkward splendour.
"Kacchan, stop, we're focusing on art wether you like it or not." Midoriya huffs, tugging on his sleeve as the group begins to walk away. "But, Deku, don't you agree that Y/N here is art? I'd be more than glad to focus on this fine masterpiece." Bakugo retorts as you all walk briskly to keep up with the ever moving group. "As much as I like listening to your divine voice babe, the art puns need to stop." Shoto deadpans, looking unimpressed.
"Fine, fine. I'll zip it." He sighs, laughing into your ear as you give him a gentle, scolding smile.

"Come in, come in. There's always some stragglers," The old man chuckles as you enter apologetically - causing a small wave of laughter to emerge from the group.
"Now, where was I.... Oh yes. We're now standing in one of the museums smaller exhibits, but may I assure you gents, size isn't the matter here," He winks directly at Izuku, who goes red in a matter of nanoseconds, making you have to stifle a very large snort. You knew he had nothing to worry about, but by the forced smiles on some of the other mens faces, you were assured that they took it personally.
"It was founded in 1885, like much of the other exhibits here, left in Mr Maxwell's will after his death. He left all of these exhibits and a fine portion of the art here for people like you and me, to cherish over the centuries."