Aeizen because she's a serious type of person who rarely smiles and prefers to be alone. If you ask her something, she will answer right away with a short phrase or sentence. She spends most of her time in her bedroom. She's not particularly close with anyone, so I try to talk to her from time to time.
Sectwen, on the other hand, is pretty, sophisticated, and ill-tempered. Some even call her mean behind her back, but I think it wasn't appropriate to call her that. Her hair is long, shiny, and light brown in color. She does not always cooperate with our task schedule and seems to have her own world. She doesn't have many friends aside from being with Sixzen sometimes.
Third, our leader who wears eyeglasses. He has a clean cut of short black hair, sharp eyes, average build, and neatness that complements his almost pale skin. Being a knowledgeable, responsible, and elegant person reflected the way he acts as a leader. He only does things that make sense to him and is strict when it comes to time. He is approachable, but I can't ask him this favor because I might waste his precious time.
Ninth is good-looking, tall, has clean-cut hair, and is somewhat arrogant. I tried making a conversation with him, but he only interacts with the boys most of the time. I'm not sure if I tick him off or if he's just like that to all the girls here. No girl, except Aeith, who has a strong personality, dared to speak to him. He always goes to the gym to work out.
And the last one is First. I don't know, but there are times I get an awkward feeling whenever I'm with him. I am embarrassed to make this request of him. He is kind, considerate, and humble. I often see him in the music room and library.
As for the others, I didn't have a problem asking them except for the remaining five I haven't drawn yet.
"Second, we'll hang out in the next room," Aeith said, and they left the art room. She was talking about the music room. I wonder if First is there. I was left alone for a moment as I was still organizing the stuff I used.
Moments later, I heard the door open, so I looked away. It was First. "Hey," he greeted me.
"Hi," I greeted him, slightly surprised. He closed the door.
"Another piece of artwork?" So, he's aware that I do sketches. I wonder how he found that out. I didn't mention this kind of stuff to him.
"Yes, how did you find out?"
"Informed by your troops." Those guys, really. "Why didn't you tell me you need a model? I've found out from others."
"Um, I was planning to sketch you all, and they were the ones available for now."
"Then, let me." He took a chair and sat on it.
"Huh?"
"What shall I do?"
I did not know how to react. This was all so sudden. "F-For what?"
He sighed. "C'mon, I'm no stranger to you."
I held my pencil tighter. "It's embarrassing because..."
"You're shy? Hahaha!" H-He pokes fun at me!
I sighed. "Is it okay... really?"
"Am I supposed to sit or stand? Like this?" He posed as if I were about to sketch him.
"'Is it really okay?" I asked him for clarification.
"It's now or never," a short phrase he replied.
"Alright, wait!"
I took the sketch pad from the cabinet again. I grabbed a charcoal pencil and a kneaded eraser.
This is the chance that I didn't let pass. Why am I so hesitant to ask him?
"Ah, okay. For your pose, you need to sit and slightly look to your left." He turned his face to his left side. "Your facial expression would be… hmm." It took me a few seconds to suggest an expression that suits him the most. "Calm face, just be you."
That's the pose I chose because it suits him. A boy with a calm, mystical face. He thinks deeply every time but resolves problems calmly. He might look calm, but his thoughts are so deep, making him a mysterious person. I quickly started to sketch him. I wonder if my friends are still waiting for me in the music room, so I have to do this fast.
"How was it?" He asked, striking the same pose.
I replied while continuing to do so. "About there," Pertaining that I am almost half through my sketch before finishing.
"How do I look?"
I stopped for a moment. "It suits you." His pose suits him well.
A few minutes have passed, and it becomes a bit awkward. I don't know how to start a conversation with him right now.
"Pretty guy, right?" he smirked.
"You can search for the answer in the galaxy," I replied sarcastically. He's being funny with this pun again.
"I searched, but I found you." He is probably referring to before we landed on the nth planet, when we were still in space. I just sighed. He can be funny sometimes, which makes the mood lighter. "Actually, there's something in you that's cryptic." So, he does feel like that about me. I can't deny that there's also something about him that makes him mysterious.
"You mean, I'm weird." I stated, not with a question mark because he must be seeing me as odd and nothing else.
"Maybe?" So, he admitted as well. "But I like your weirdness," he added and paused for a moment.
"There's something weird about you, too," I replied but with a light laugh.
He smirked, "We have something in common."
I changed the subject. "But thank you, and you agreed to be a subject model. I thought that this might turn you off."
"Why would I?"
"Looks like you don't like things like this."
He turned to me. "Hey," I was about to tell him to return to his pose when he paused for a moment and said, "Anything, don't mind me."