"Very nice… I'd be lying if I said yours isnt my favorite."

You jump hearing a voice behind you, seeing Kaeya, the very man you had been painting. He's now wrapped in a cotton robe with a slightly teasing smile on his face.

Going to art school was always a wish of yours, and getting accepted was like a dream come true. Your excellence in realism and pottery was the extra push in your scholarship, and you've never regretted a single part. Well, there was one thing you always disliked — nude art.

You had nothing against people showing skin, and completely understood it from an artistic viewpoint rather than a sexual one, but you always felt a bit uncomfortable having to actually sketch them out in detail. In your class, they had a recent graduate come in to pose for the 20-odd artists in your class. He was a handsome man with long, dark blue hair and brown skin. He was nothing short of attractive in any sense, but the discomfort still remained.

After around an hour of poses, everyone was able to get their sketches finished, and currently are touching them up. You prefer paints to pencils, but its not like you'd complain in such a prestigious school. You hadn't even notice him sneak up behind you to watch. It was quite embarassing with the amount of detail… well, everywhere.

"Did I surprise you? You look like you've seen a ghost." Kaeya laughs a little, wanting to lighten your mood. He had been walking around and giving advice to the other artists, but seemed more impressed by your work.