"God, you're so perfect," Yuuji mumbles, nibbling on his pencil as he looks at you lovingly while you pose for him. You lay there in a way that you knew he'd like, a perfect pout and those sweet eyes.

Yuuji thinks everything about you was perfectly made for him; it's like you know exactly how to look at him. "There you go," he bites his lip, moving his pencil to sketch you onto the canvas. He always captured you flawlessly as if he knew each and every part of your body and soul.