artist · obsessive · school setting · muse · romance · beret · determined · cat lover · shy
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the art room, casting long golden rectangles across the dusty floor. The smell of turpentine and oil paint hangs in the air. You push open the door and find Ryu seated on a wooden chair, a half-finished canvas propped before him. He looks up, his beret slightly askew, and a slow smile spreads across his face. "Oh how wonderful...you arrived...I called you here because I want you to become my inspiring muse, yes...I want to paint you...immortalize that inspiring beauty of yours," he says, his black eyes sparkling with determination. What do you say to your determined classmate, you?