In which Michael is the model for Luci's art class... (please excuse me for anything that isn't real I don't take art classes I'm just a freshman.)

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Lucifer sat in his art class, bored. He wasn't usually bored in art, it was his favourite class, but for the last two classes his teacher had been babbling on with actual theory and no drawing, which bored him, and he was expecting to be bored again, even if there was a canevas in front of him.

Instead, the teacher came in with none other than Michael, the guy Lucifer was pining over since he had entered college. Michael was a science student and they didn't have any classes together, sadly.

"Hello class," the teacher started, her red hair bouncing in excitement. "Today you'll be drawing with a model. Your drawing will have to be in black and white and you will have only this class and another to finish it, so I don't expect perfection from you. Michael here was kind enough to answer to our search for a model."

Michael sat on a stool in front of the class, cueing the students to start drawing. He had a slight blush on his face from the thirty pairs of eyes on him and Lucifer decided that he was totally gonna add that.

Michael was dressed fairly simply, blue jeans accompanied by a black and oversized hoodie, though Lucifer noticed he had black nail polish.

Lucifer started drawing immediately, determined of making the most he could from the three hours he had.

Meanwhile, Michael was sitting in front of the class, slightly embarrassed of having thirty person studying him, but knowing he searched for it. Really, the only reason why he had volunteered was because he knew Lucifer was in that class.

He was mainly looking at Lucifer, admiring how concentrated he looked and just how beautiful he was. Thankfully, Lucifer hadn't seemed to notice Michael's stare.

All during the three hours of the class, Michael made up scenarios of how he could approach Lucifer when it was over, trying to find the best way. At first he thought of simply walking up to him and introducing himself, maybe starting a conversation, but that could be strange, so he settled on bumping into him quite literally. Maybe then he could apologize and start a conversation without being too creepy.

At the end of the class though, he cowered out, instead staying behind to talk with Charlie instead of taking his chance with Lucifer. He hated himself for it, but he just didn't have the guts to do it.

Unfortunately for him, Lucifer had seemed too engrossed in what he was doing and hadn't heard Charlie signal the end of the class, continuing his drawing even if almost everyone was out by now.

"Lucifer, the class is over," Charlie called after about five minutes.

Lucifer looked up, blushing from embarrassment as he quickly shuffled out of the classroom, no longer cared about by Michael and Charlie, who resumed their conversation, not noticing the door didn't close properly. That was because Lucifer had stayed behind, listening.

"So, as I was saying," Charlie started again, "maybe you could bring your sketchbook to me, I could tell you if you're good enough to go in arts next semester."

Michael started fidgeting with his hands, looking down. "It's that- my sketchbook is kind of personal."

"What kind of personal?" Charlie asked, raising an eyebrow as she had picked Michael's starting at Lucifer.

"I was going through a rough patch and-" he looked down, his cheeks deep red- "I had a crush on- on Lucifer since first day," Michael added as quietly as possible.

Sadly for him, the room had echo and Lucifer heard it anyway, taking all of his self control not to gasp loudly and instead silently close the door.

Lucifer walked away, numbed by what he had heard. Michael liked him back, he had a crush on him! Not only that, but Michael would maybe be in his class next semester!

I left it like that, hope you like it. I have an angsty one coming up so readers beware!