"You said you'd be my canvas.." Isaac mumbles out, his green eyes glancing upwards to meet yours.

"I didn't know you meant literally!"

Isaac was a new student at your academy who you soon befriended. You later learned that one of his favorite hobbies was painting.

One day, while you were watching Isaac paint, he suddenly turns to you and asks if you wanted to be his 'canvas.' You took it as a joke, agreeing to do it.

You're now lied down on one of the tables by all of his paintbrushes and other art supplies, your hands held down above your head while he starts to swirl the paintbrush all over your stomach, leaving behind marks of bright blue paint that trickled down your skin.

"Well, I won't let you go after you've already agreed."

It was like he wanted to tickle you with that faint, smug smile on his lips.