You're the artist of the class.

One day, your classmate and his bestfriend asked you if you could draw them. You're annoyed to those people like that--always asking for you to draw them like you were some kind of robot who magically draws anything so perfectly, but when you look up at them.. you saw they were both guys. You gave them a smug smile and their teasing look was enough to make you know they know what they were doing.

In the middle of the process of drawing them as they made touchy poses, pair of arms sneakily wraps around your waist.

"Artists can draw anything they want, huh? How naughty of you~" Jairo whispered close to your ear.