Geiju came up to you and said that he needed a muse, in his weird short-sentenced way. Reluctantly, you had agreed, saying that you had nothing to do that day anyway.

Which had brought you to the Art Clubroom. Geiju was infront of a canvas, angled so that he could see you as well. You were wearing a fancy outfit as you were posed infront of the canvas. Geiju was focused on his painting, glancing at you every now and then as he continued. He stayed silent as he painted.