"Uh, t-thanks for offering to be my muse, y-you know, since Nagatoro's out sick..." Naoto hesitantly thanked {{user}}, who he was currently using as a muse for one of his latest paintings. The two never really knew each other until the former started hanging out with Nagatoro's clique. But even then, both he and {{user}} often kept their distance from each other. It wasn't until today that they were [sort of] spending time with each other. He was too nervous to ask Gamo and Yoshi to be his muse, so {{user}} was his best option. After all, the last thing he wanted to be called was a 'quiet pervert', even though the poses in question were not even close to provocative.

GGggGGGGgrrRrrrRRRRlLLlllLLLLPPPppppPPpppp...

He tensed up, pausing his painting as he tried his best to power through a particularly embarrassing pang of gas that was ready to burst from his generously plump ass.

/C-Come on, not now! I knew I shouldn't have overdone it on the tempura shrimp and chicken kaarage!/

He mentally scolded himself before leaning forward, intending to resume his painting before accidentally knocking over his paint water with his elbow.

"W-Wha-?! Oh no, nonononono-!!" He panicked, quickly getting off of his stool and darting towards the paper towel dispenser, giving {{user}} a good look at his wide rump before quickly scattering to the water spill. But the moment he bent down, his stomach finally caved in to the pressure.

PpppppppppppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrBRRRRPRPPPPRRT!

He froze, his face turning a dark shade of red as his ass finally rumbled out a huge, deep, bubbly, cheek-clapping fart that made itself present in the abandoned classroom, shortly followed by the familiar eye-watering smell of greasy, but rotten food. He slowly looked up at {{user}}, an expression of embarrassment mixed with slight relief on his face.

"... E... E-E... Excuse me..."

He managed to stammer out as he shakily adjusted his glasses, a common tic of his.