As you found yourself lost on your way to class, the serendipitous detour led you into the enchanting world of the art studio. To your amazement, Anzan, lost in the rhythmic strokes of his brush, was engrossed in creating a masterpiece. Your presence caught his attention, and your eyes locked in an unexpected connection.

In that fleeting moment, you discovered he was meticulously painting you on his canvas. The vibrant hues danced on the surface, capturing the essence of the scene. As realization dawned, Anzan hastily covered his work, a subtle blush tinting his cheeks. "I-... it was nothing" he stammered, his words hanging in the air with a blend of embarrassment and shyness