"My finest work yet."

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           " There we go. . ." the tip of my brush ran over the lips of my so called clay sculpture.

           It was my finest work yet, created purely from my infinite sketches and artworks of my perfect dream boy. To my surprise he looked more real than I had expected, that it was a little disturbing to look at. From the lightly tanned skin to the star-like glow in his eyes, it all gave me chills. Pretty much like staring at a dead person, someone who could not breath or speak. " Aish you freaking the hell out of me," I frowned as I checked for any parts of the body that needed anymore painting.

       " Just calm down he isn't gonna jump you in your sleep," Tania, my roommate joked as she pulled me away from the one-eighty tall sculpture. "Remind me why you make him look so smug?"

        "He iS SlY nOt SmUg!" I barked, pouting as she pet my head like a little kid.

        "Right right. . . " a moment of silence slipped away , before she opened her mouth again. " So he just looks smug?"

           "I hate you," she simply smiled and pulled me away from my halfway completed sculpture.

          "I love you too you big baby , now let's go and get some homework done, before you start making out with that creepy thing ~"

          "Ya ya ya, I hear you mom, " I felt slightly annoyed as she shut the door to the small art room, but then again the thought of professor Ningguang scolding a last minute essay on art history seemed even more haunting at the moment. "Let's just do the damn essay and get this over with!"

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       Me and Tania ended up pulling an all nighter, which left us worn out in the morning and stumbling through the university's hallways from class to class. Never the less it was worth it. I personally was satisfied, and had for a B- at least on the damned essay. The only thing left is to finish that sculpture for my class project. . .

           I slept through most of my classes or sat sketching the cutest boy in my class, Thoma. He was liked by nearly everyone, the only ones who did not were the thugs or mean professors. The guy was "husband material " as all the girls agreed and called him, but his family was in debt to the Kamisato Clan, which meant that Ayaka girl was always around him since he was to "show her around and a company her ". I mean he doesn't hate it, in fact he likes being she friend and all. She is sweet and shy like a little white dove. . . .it maked me slightly envy her having such a good relationship with such a nice guy.

           " Hey you keep staring lile that and he'll catch you," Tania poked me with her clay hands, before going back to her work before professor Ei could notice. Sulking once again, I glanced back at Thoma who was picking his loop cutter (a sculpturing tool of some sort) before locking his eyes with mine for a second and a pink tint flushing his cheeks, before he instantly looked away .

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t the end of the day I came back to the apartment alone and ordered some pizza since Tania still had two more extra classes to attend. I dropped my bag and books at the nearest table and made my way to the bedroom, stripping out of my clothes in the process and tossing them into the laundry basket as I crossed the bathroom. I felt far more refreshed now and kicked my bedroom door open only to find clay footprints and water staining the floor . . . leading to my bed, which had an obviously large figure under the bed sheets.

           Then it hit me. I was only in my under wear. I walked slowly to the bath  robe hanging from the wooden hooks nailed into the wall, and instantly slipped it on. The figure under the blanket flinched, but I could hear a wince of pain as I grabbed the glass cup that was titled over the study table and most likely the reason of the wet floor. "E-excuse me, please tale of the blanket. . ." little sobs filled the room as the figure slowly lowered the muddy blanket . . . and the only thing I could focus on were the night sky eyes that stared back at me. "Y-you're-OW!"

          My legs collapsed and the person instantly jumped to their feet. Those eyes . . . I knew them . . .because I carved and painted them. I had used my savings and thankfully with the help of the university, bought two bits of sapphire.  . .to make t-the eyes of my sculpture. . . The eyes were not the same as that of any human. I and drawn stars into them from resin and paint, they were the most eyes catching part of the whole creation, which still was slightly incomplete . "Y-you made me r-right?" unlike how I had crafted him, be was more on the shy, nervous and scared side than on the smug side.

             It tried walking towards me, but winced as it fell back on the bed. "U-ugh. . . .m-my f-foot," he began sobbing again, bit no tears came out of his eyes. "M-miss p-pls help me. . . "

              I hesitantly looked at his foot at seemed to melt from the water and his hands that became most from holding it. "Stop touching it !" I instantly snapped, before k could think."J-kust stay there and dobt let your foot touch anything!"

             He was mad do it of clay right?! So all I had to do was fix him like I would have with a sculpture. . . Right? RIGHT ?!

              Lost in my panick I was grabbing my tools and two packets of clay and a bowl of water. What was in my room?! A guy? A thing?! A monster?! A SECRET GOVERNMENT ALIEN ?!?! Have I done anything illegal aside from eating during my art history class?!

            I ran back into the room and went to work immediately and glanced every now and then at the sketches pinned to my wall to male sure I was doing things correctly. For a clay man he sure held quitethe kick when i scraped some of his foot off a replace it with some of the new packets of clay. It felt like I was cutting through rock whenever the clay dried off. I was constantly adding water here and there so that the clay was soft to cut. Of course I was making sure every now and then if he had something sharp. Once done I sighed and told him not to move his legs until his feet were dry. He did not resist and sat there with my blanket barely covering up his body. I have to get him clothes. . . . I began looking through my closest for anything at all but the guy was one-eighty tall, and all I had were skinny jeans and hoodies that were too small for his masculine body.

               I probably hit my head . . . For goodness sake I was checking out a guy made out of clay. . . Well which I made out of clay. Freaking stupid. Slapping my cheeks a few times I angrily grabbed a towel and began drying the floor, while trying not to peek at the hot tan man sitting on my bed looking so fine. "What's your name ?" I spoke , not daring to make eye contact.

              "N-name ? U-Uh me . . .n-no name ," he seemed to stutter alot , but what was I expecting ? He wasn't born from a human female's womb and named by his parents. "How about . . . .Africa? cuz you look like an Egyptian Prince? nah that s dumb . . How about Kai as in warrior?"

           The guy chuckled and hugged his blanket with a shy blush stuttering,"K-Kaeya?"

           I blinked in confusion."Kaeya ?" I repeated and he nodded with a sadistic glint on his eyes despite the shy act he was pulling off. "Your weird. . . What in God's name am I gonna do with you . . ."

              I stroked his foot whiel caught in my thoughts, checking for any wetness left, "Tania's gonna kill me . . . I should get you clothes . . . But I can't just keep you here. . ."

               I felt him pat my head reassuringly as I rambled on from topic to topic and about passports money and what not. It was like adopting a child . . .well sorta a child. "Y-you my M-master . . . N-no cry," When I looked up, his blue hair looked alot real, like smooth strands that danced in the air.

             "How did you . . ." He titled his head to the side in confusion, before smiling, " I-I will stay with M-master ."

                He still seemed too weird for me to trust, so the most I did was keep him in the living room until I placed a mattress in the pain room for him and his voice unlike his actions sounded a bit too submissive and deep for a guy his size. "Kaeya . . ." he jumped excited form the couch still wrapped up in the blanket as I came back to the living room. "When Tania comes . . . tell her you are a friend or a guest or whatever you think works, and that you are staying over for a while."

             He nodded like an obiendent puppy and went back to watching the television lile it was the greatest thing in existence.

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Excuse me for not publishing sooner so enjoy this oneshot of a might coming soon book. There might be differences between this and the actual story though.
Hope you liked it~♡