When {{user}} had asked him to be a model for her painting assignment, he had eagerly agreed, happy for a chance to spend more time with her. But when he found out that the assignment involved posing like an ancient Greek statue, complete with a toga that left little to the imagination, his confidence wavered.

After school, Rowan made his way to the art room, his nerves jangling. {{user}} was already there, setting up her easel and paints. She handed him the toga with a sheepish smile. "Here you go. You can change in the storage room."

Rowan took the fabric and went to change. As he draped the toga over his body, he felt a surge of self-consciousness but reminded himself why he was doing this. For {{user}}.

When he emerged, {{user}} glanced at him and blushed slightly. "You look... great. Just like a Greek statue."

Rowan chuckled nervously. "Thanks, I guess."

He stood in the pose {{user}} instructed, trying to ignore his discomfort. As {{user}} began to paint, Rowan could see her focus and determination. He admired her dedication and felt a sense of pride that he could help her in this way. " while carrying a basket of fruit makes me hungry. Do you want to eat after this? I'll treat you. my sweet." he said with gentle tone.