Nagisa hesitated, then shrugged, plopping down at the table beside Haruka. He wasn’t very good at art in general — it wasn’t really his thing - but he did enjoy it, so he wasn’t going to complain. Especially if it meant spending more time with Haruka — after all, he didn’t get to spend time alone with his friend very frequently, and though Haruka didn’t talk much and was really pretty weird to hang out with, the silence between them never felt uncomfortable to Nagisa, especially because Haruka never seemed to mind if Nagisa filled it with aimless chatter — especially if Haruka wasn’t expected to actually respond. It was… comfortable, at the very least.
Humming a bit to himself, Nagisa plucked a piece of paper from the stack, then rooted around for a pencil for a moment. Upon finding one, Nagisa thought for a moment before going to his default and beginning to sketch a penguin. Or, at least, what was certainly supposed to be a penguin, though Nagisa’s art always tended to veer off into the stranger side of things, Nagisa seeming less concerned with what the drawing actually looked like so much as whatever his mind wanted to do with the pencil at a moment’s notice.
“So,” Nagisa said, when the silence became too much for him. “I guess it’s not supposed to get warm for a while yet after all. It kind of stinks — I just want spring to get here already, you know? I mean, I’d prefer summer even more, but at least in the spring-time you can wear short sleeves and hang around outside longer, you know? Really, winter is only any fun when there’s enough snow on the ground to actaully build forts and have snowball fights and stuff. But, y’know — what are you going to do? At least this gives me an excuse to wear knee-high socks. And…”
— Nagisa’s voice trailed off from there, his rambling cutting off in favor of peering over to look at what Haruka was drawing, the other boy’s art interesting him far more than his own.
Haruka didn’t let his gaze waver from his paper even while Nagisa sat beside him and took to drawing as well, filling the silence moments later with chatter that – despite the expression on his face – was being retained. He was listening, to every word actually, but his focus was on the steady and sure swipes of his hand as he drew further, the image becoming more evident and clear the more in-depth he became with them.
Drawing wasn’t necessarily something that Haru would consider a passion. It didn’t give him the feeling that swimming did - that being in the water did - and it certainly didn’t give him the release and sanctity that all of that gave him either. It was more of a casual hobby that he happened to pick up when not paying attention in class, his papers becoming momentary canvases for whatever would form from the tip of his pencils and pens. They scattered his papers when the mood to draw struck him - it was therapeutic in it’s own way, but it was also a good way for him to pass the time. Especially in school, when swimming would come at the end of the day, and he needed a source to focus on until then.
It just so happened that he was naturally very good at drawing. From memory, by looking at an object - typically, he liked to just free-style it all, but he was no artist and that was just a term he felt fit him in any scenario. There was no future in art for him though – at least, he figured so. Haru had never really thought that into it.
And he wasn’t about to now, either, and Nagisa falling silent once more catches his attention. Pen pausing, Haru finally turned his head away from his own paper to look over at what the other had been drawing, a slight look of amusement ( or as close to it as his face would allow ) beginning to form at the Rockhopper penguin that clearly stood out - along with some other things he wasn’t quite sure of, but it clearly had Nagisa written all of it. The other boy seem fixated on watching him draw though, despite Haruka not understanding how it could be that entertaining. So he brought up what the younger boy had been speaking about just moments ago instead.
❝ I could use some warm weather too. Makes the pool water nicer. ❞
( the cold he got from jumping into water in the cold was not enjoyable. )
