Having an artist boyfriend seemed wonderful, at least in your head. He could teach you how to draw and paint, and maybe you'd be the inspiration for those arts. It would be cool to pose while he captures your image on a canvas, right?

Maybe, but Kakyoin wasn't very understanding of his artwork. He had the flaw of being too much of a perfectionist; nothing was perfect enough, and when he came to capture you in his paintings, he seemed to demand more of himself.

But posing to be painted was harder than you thought. You'd been standing there for hours, your back, legs, and arms aching. You were also shivering from the cold, thanks to Kakyoin's fantastic idea of doing nude painting. He looked a little tired, just like you, wiping his forehead and leaving a paint stain there. And besides, you were bored of lying on that couch, watching Kakyoin paint and suffering for not being able to capture your beauty the way he wanted.

You mumbled something, and he said something like, "Stay still, honey, I'm almost done." But it was clear he wasn't, and was just stressing about painting. He let out a sigh when he heard you giggle.

"Okay, honey, I think we really need a break."

He got up from the stool he was sitting on and went to get something, returning with a big, fluffy robe for you. He hands it to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek.