Urie drawing mucchan for the first time.

SQUEE

Urie squints and holds up the green hair he – not creepily – plucked from Mutsuki’s hairbrush. His green is too dark. 

He adds a dollop of white paint to the green and stirs.  

Those eyes. Urie smiles like an idiot at the eyes he drew. They sparkle, just like Mucchan. 

White clothing suits Mucchan, Urie thinks as he finally arrives at the correct hair color. Pristine, angelic, glowing. Mucchy. 

Hopefully Mutsuki loves it. Hopefully this painting helps Mutsuki feel loved. 

Urie begins adding color to Mutsuki’s hair. Ugh, he’s never been so nervous about a painting.

“Urie?” The door opens and Mutsuki’s mouth drops open. “Uh.”

“Hi!” Urie leaps in front of his painting. “Don’t worry about it. Don’t look. You saw nothing.”

“Urie, why are you drawing me?” Mutsuki shivers.

“Because you’re beautiful, why else?” Urie says grumpily. He doesn’t move out of the way, though. “It’s highly unfinished, though.”

“You think I’m interesting enough to draw?”

“Yeah.” Urie sighs and pulls back. “See?” He pauses. “Wait. Do you mind posing?”

Mutsuki shakes his head. “I’d be flattered.”

Urie can barely contain his excitement, even though outwardly he retains his classic grumpus look. But when Mutsuki smiles at him, Urie finally cracks a smile.