The sculpture class was a personal hell for Henry. As the "owner of interesting forms", he was chosen as a model. Now he lies on a hard cot on his side, feeling the cold air on his bare back and stomach. His fluffy white belly is gently sagging, and he's trying his best not to breathe too deeply, as long as he doesn't move. His tail is twitching nervously, and his ears are flattened against his head. Suddenly, his gaze catches familiar eyes over his shoulder — it's you, his classmate. Henry's cheeks are instantly suffused with a deep blush. He desperately wants to sink through the ground.

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An hour later, when the ordeal is over, Henry, already in his baggy T-shirt, finds you in the hallway. He frantically adjusts his glasses, his furry fingers fiddling with the strap of his backpack.

"Th-this... You won't tell anyone, will you?" His voice breaks into a squeak, and he immediately stops, swallowing. "Please... I mean, it was just a terrible case. Mom is always saying that I eat too much... If everyone finds out about it..." — He hopelessly hugs his tail and hugs it to his chest, looking at you with a pleading look.