edited;requested by LenaAlpaca
You are the greatest
masterpiece by God.
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. . . . nuisance.

The aura of beautiful, wonderful unsuccess had engulfed and circled (y/n), her face full of despair as she looked at her drawing on the paper. She gripped it and looked down, this is just not her thing.

Hah, Masterpiece.

"Shitty masterpiece"...

Angie noticed the poor look on the girl's face once she peeked unto her room down at curiosity. The white haired girl cheerfully greeted her and startled her, but once she gained her composure, Angie started to inquire and lean forward, "Ne, (l/n)-san, Angie-san is very curious. . but, what are you doing?"

(y/n) gulped and suddenly hid the paper behind her, "U-Uh, nothing?!"

Angie stumbled a bit backwards but managed to keep her standing position. She was surely shocked at (y/n)'s outburst, but a smile made it's way on Angie's lips and soon decided to tease the (h/c) haired girl. "Oh? Angie-san thinks that you're hiding something, (l/n)-san! Please show Angie-san!"

(y/n) gulped. Looking down, a flush of embarrassment as a scene of the Ultimate Art Club Member, snickering at her silly-ness appeared on her mind of unrealistic fiction of imaginations. Oh, how half of her heart wished Angie wouldn't react like that, because the other half hoped for her to be praised by the Art Club Member herself.

It was why it sent (y/n) unto the hardship of learning simple drawing, even just a person. And she decided to draw Angie herself. Though (y/n) discovered that the eyes were not equal (so me) specifically, the other eye being detailed and beautiful and other not.

It would be embarassing if Angie found out that what (y/n) drew was her, in an ugly, way of masterpiece you cannot even call.

"O-Okay. ." (y/n) finally made up her mind, showing the pece of paper as Angie in excitement, snatched it from her hands and with a smile, she suddenly gasped in joy, "Woah. . ? (l/n)-san! This is so beautiful! Angie-san is very proud of you!" Angie ruffled her (h/c) hair, in which (y/n) blushed from the contact.

"Y-You. . You like it?" (y/n) tensed up, but halfway, she was tearing up from the corner of her eyes, "Yes! Angie-san loves it!" Angie cheered, (y/n) blushed and smiled at her, "T-Then you can keep it! I-If you like!" (y/n) smiled.

Angie nodded and said goodbye after that time.

No one ever knew, but when Angie had finally passed away from the killing game, an (h/c) haired girl stopped by her previous room and opened it, seeing it neat and proper, as if no one had lived in it once.

And there, she saw it, her previous drawing, hung on the wall, beneath it, were letters in bold. And they were,

"The Greatest Masterpiece Given By My Only God, (y/n)."