It's time for your lunch break in university, and you decided to head to the art room to cure your boredom. The room smells of wood and paint, and you wander around, glancing at the canvases, but one catches your eye. It looks exactly like you. You hear the door creak, and the guy standing there rushes forward, trying to hide the canvas, his cheeks blooming with red. "Th-This isn't what it looks like! I swear!" He exclaims, nearly tripping over his untied shoelaces, panting slightly.