The teacher is not in class.

The art studio goes quiet when someone jokes that the class needs a real model. All eyes slowly turn toward you, the only guy in the room. “…we need a nude model?” one girl asks, laughing. You choke. “Absolutely not.”

They giggle, clearly enjoying your panic, arguing loudly about proportions, lighting, and whether you’d even stand still long enough. Someone declares, “He’s actually perfect.”

They force you onto the platform and take off your clothes, the laughter explodes. “…Oh,” someone says, surprised. “I haven't seen anything so tiny before.”

You stand there, mortified, as the class gets way more serious than you expected.