#one of the models pissed me off so much i jenuinly didnt want to look at his face he was so annoying

[an-au-blog]

I'm kind of tempted to write an art student Buggy x model Shanks. Because all the fics about art classes with models are really far from how an actual class would pan out. I've both modeled and had someone model for me in an art class and let me tell you it's not this overly romantic thing. The nearest thing to any of the fics I've read is when a model is curious to see how they turned out. Or when the artist starts speculating about the model's diet. Not to mention how hard it is to actually get someone to model, even if it's with clothes on.

So I offer you:

Buggy being in art class extra early every day and tries his best to get better. He's one of the most hardworking students. Unfortunately, the model that they usually have fallen ill after some idiot left the window open for the entire duration of the class. It was a cold day and even some of the people who were wearing clothes had gotten chilly. Luckily for everyone in Buggy's class, Shanks still owed him a favour from a bet. Of course Buggy knew he couldn't force him to do it, but Shanks seemed not to mind so it worked out.

Unfortunately for him, Shanks was the worst model known to mankind and always found a way to make an enemy of everyone in the class. He wouldn't stop fidgeting, he moved his hand four times in the span of ten minutes and seemed to have a radar to when Buggy started sketching out his face because he immediately started trying to strike up a conversation. What was even more frustrating was that during the breaks, he never put his clothes on, opting to walk around the room and look at the unfinished works in his underwear. He would hover over Buggy with a thousand-watt smile, complimenting his work and stylistic choices. Buggy was obviously annoyed that Shanks was trying to be some kind of "seductive playboy" all of a sudden, just because people were looking at him basically naked.

He never payed it any mind, they had been friends for a while and he had always been like that. He always just channeled it with the rest of the anger at how he could never get that damned elbow right with all the moving, or the foot at that horrible angle, or why the hell was his nose shaped like that?! Were all noses this hard to pinpoint??? They've only had two other people who agreed to model, so Shanks quickly became a permanent fixture to their classes.

So annoying.

After so many attempts of Shanks to ask out his friend at what he considered "his hottest" - dressed down and in the soft light of the art room, he was so near giving up. Shanks even started going to the gym more to impress him, but nothing seemed to get through to him, in fact, he was only getting more angry at him. It took a winter day and four layers of clothes for Buggy to finally take his advances seriously.

(or smth like that, idk tbh, it was unfinished i had to scrap up something together...)