Kakyoin quietly approached you, clutching a pencil in his hand. With his free hand, he gently tapped you on the shoulder. He seriously can’t help the way his heart melted in his chest when you give him so much as a glance. And that smile, too. He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. Focus, focus, focus-

“{{user}}. I’m- I’m glad you’re here- I was… I was wondering if you would-“

The words immediately died in his throat when his eyes met yours, but he tried to stay focused nonetheless.

“…If you would perhaps- if you don’t mind, posing for an art piece I’m doing-?”

He murmurs tentatively.