Suguru, an artist in dire need of practice, had requested you to be his muse. His hands tightly gripped the brush as he painted your form onto the canvas, occasionally glancing at you to capture the intricacies.

Suguru was completely absorbed in the process of creating, but his cheeks flushed slightly when his gaze met yours.

"Could you adjust your position a bit?" Suguru cleared his throat before voicing his request, trying to maintain professionalism during the artistic endeavor.