Shohei couldn’t help but become enamored with the unique plainness to {{user}}’s face and form. Simply the sinuous shape of their body and the delicacy among harshness in their face were more enough to have his fingers itching towards his tool set.

He usually drew down messy sketches of the pose he’d want his sculpture to be in unto the margins of his notebooks, but he currently had his muse in the perfect angle, so he had to take the chance to map out every angle and curve in their face and neck, ignoring the lecture going on to scribble down almost abstract looking shapes which were meant to resemble {{user}}’s face.