Yooo I'm an Ayato haver (=｀ェ´=),, got him like at 20pity? And won the 50/50 too lmao, I swear mihoyo w a n t s me to have all the hydro 5*,, Yelan I'm coming for u next

I play on NA server if u wan add mee (most of my friends r on Asia server so I'm lonELYYYH AHHH)

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The weekend comes with the weight of wanting to just lay in bed all day and forget about everything. But still, (y/n) eagerly checks their phone upon waking up, anticipating Ayato's morning text.

Which wasn't what they recieved. Rather it was a text from Albedo inviting them to go to an art gallery. The morning text from their beloved came half an hour later.

(Y/n) wasn't too enthusiastic about an art gallery. They did grow to love art to an extent thanks to the blonde artist but their level of appreciation was yet to reach 'oh em gee there's an art gallery there let's go take a look!'

They showered and changed nonetheless after replying to Albedo, then had a slightly late breakfast before leaving. Their agreement was to meet at the art gallery by ten then have lunch together. By the time they were rushing out the door it was twenty minutes away from the agreed time only because (y/n) had to spend an awful long time in the shower having an imaginary debate with Jean over who is smarter.

It went along the lines of ..."I'm in denial of the fact that I'm actually a dumbass but at least I'm not exposing ass to my teacher for plus points." What they really said was not as vulgar but this was basically how the they felt.

Time felt like it was chasing them, their sneakers scratching against tiny pebbles on the ground that stuck in between the crevices of the outsole while they speedily walked with google maps open heading to the art gallery.

"Hey Albedo, sorry I'm late." (Y/n) exhaled and took a few more shallow breaths till their breathing returned to normal.

"It's fine, you're only a few minutes late." His irises seemed to gleam. A miniscule change in his expression and it was obvious he was glad to see them on the weekend. He tightened his grip on his sketchpad he has been holding.

"You bring your art stuff even here?"

"It's good exercise to sketch some of the sculptures and other art pieces we see at art galleries."

(Y/n) took a glance around and saw a few other people holding sketchpads, blenders, pencils. They all appeared so serious about art.

They went ahead deeper inside and (y/n) is stunned by some of the artworks. A lot that they saw wasn't quite hyper realistic and it made them look so magical. When they turned to Albedo to check on what caught his eye, he already had his sketchbook open sketching a display of fish bones arranged in an odd manner. Intriguing, somewhat.

A particular painting catches their attention, 60 by 80 centimeters and a lone artwork on one of the walls. It appeared to be a man sitting on a chair in dismay, blood stained his hands, a bloodied knife at his feet and more stains of blood on the floor like a body that was bleeding out has been dragged away.

On the note stuck to the wall below the painting, the artist was not written, just the title of the work.

" don't cross even yourself in mad love "

"I bet the artist of this one didn't get to live a peaceful life." (Y/n) comments. The painting made them feel disturbed. It was too eerie and bothersome to know somewhere out there the craziest and scariest things really do happen.

"They would've needed at least a moment of peace to create this though." Albedo joins them at their side.

"Done sketching that... Boney structure?"

"Yes. I hope you don't mind me taking a little while sketching the things I see."

"Don't worry! We're in no hurry, and it isn't too bad here. By the waay..."

"What?"

"May I take a look at your sketchbook? Just a quick peek?" They reach their hands out and Albedo pulls it further away from them. "What? Are you hiding drawings of detailed peepees or something? I won't judge."

"No!" His cheeks are tinted red, and he opens the sketchbook in an angle where only he could see the contents, flipping to the sketch he just recently made. "Here."

"Oooh... You really captured the essence of fish bones."

"What is that even supposed to mean." He chuckles.

The two continue going around the art gallery. Albedo sketching, and (y/n) just having minor reflections with every piece they found interesting. Once they got tired of it, they checked their phone which had three missed calls from Ayato.

"Ah heck I should call him back." They ring his phone and he answers immediately.

"(Y/n)." His voice was stern. Hearing him on call gave them butterflies.

"Ayato...?"

"Did something happen? Did you just wake up?"

"Huh? Didn't I tell you I was going to the art gallery with Albedo?"

"You left me on read this morning."

"Frick. Gosh I'm sorry, I thought I replied but apparently I only replied mentally. I'm at an art gallery with Albedo right now, afterwards we're going to have lunch."

"Just you and Albedo?"

"Yeah."

They could hear him groan. At this point in time (y/n) already picked up how Albedo seemed to make him jealous, but the artist was really just a nice friend to them.

"Alright, have fun. Text me where you two will be having lunch, I'll meet you there." Ayato immediately ended the call after that.

"Why do I feel like he's the type in couple fights who gives the silent treatment and wants their partner to beg on their knees with an apology." (Y/n) thinks, slipping their phone back into their pocket.

"Your boyfriend calling?"

"Yeaah, turns out I forgot to actually reply to him. He sounded a bit upset."

"Do you need to get going now then?" His face that was previously appearing content turns into a frown.

"No no! Ayato said he'll meet us for lunch."

Hearing that Ayato would be joining the two for lunch didn't make him any happier. He can already envision the Kamisato's cocky nonchalance as he offers to pay for the food. Tsk tsk.

"Can you hold this for a bit?" Albedo hands his sketchbook and other supplies to (y/n). "I'm just going to use the restroom."

"Sure." They watch him walk off until he's out of sight. Excitedly, the curious (y/n) opens the sketchbook to look at Albedo's art.

Portraits, more portraits, random people. Torsos. Indeed, a few very detailed peepees. (Y/n) wondered if that meant Albedo had been staring hard at peepees to be able to draw them so well.

"Oh that's me!" They say aloud in shock, after flipping through some pages to see a detailed portrait of themself. "Woaah it looks super nice! How come Albedo didn't show me this??"

They take a peak at the next page and there were sketches of them. And the same for the next page after that. (Y/n) just assumes Albedo finds them a fun subject to draw.

Before Albedo returns, they close the sketchbook and just hope he hasn't noticed or thought they've opened it.