fine arts

“Your art is like, really good,” she says. “You should draw me!”Her request is equal parts presumptuous and charming; or, more accurately, presumptuous and charmed. It leaves Maki with a good opening. "What makes you think you’re more interesting than the trees, huh?"“Maki-san!"Nobara shrieks and tries to slap her shoulder. Tries, because Maki catches her wrist before the hit lands. “I’m plenty interesting! Come on, I’ll pose and everything! I’ve been told I’m good at posing. If not for all of this jujutsu stuff, I would’ve been a hell of a model.”Being asked to draw someone is annoying. It’s the sort of thing that Maki would shoot down, the sort of thing she’s shot down before. She’s refused Naoya a thousand times, told Gojo she’d only draw him if he dropped Infinity long enough for her to give him a good punch, and even said no to Panda the one time he asked. But none of them had ever looked at Maki like Nobara looks at her, like Maki is the earth and she’s a circling satellite, bright and shiny and ever-curious. She wonders where Nobara learned to do that with her face. Maybe she was in her school’s theater club in junior high. “Sit still, then."