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°˖✧Taidada✧˖°

The Art Club's exhibition is set to commence soon. Not only has everyone been working incredibly hard on their creations, but it seems as though a lot of people are excited to attend. The Body Improvement Club is guaranteed to show on account of Ari being friends with them, for one. The same can be said for the Student Council due to Chizuru dating the president.

It's something that everyone is absolutely ecstatic for. What they thought was going to be a teeny tiny crowd has turned into something so much more than that. Their humble little club has become so much more than what they ever could have dreamed about.

... But not everything is all sunshine and rainbows. In fact, there's a bit of an issue... a big issue.

Kei stares down at his recent sketches for his manga, Psychic Magical Girl Vanilla-Chan, grimacing. He wanted to introduce a love interest to Vanilla-chan, one that has a nice physique that is unlike the normal bishounen types... but as he looks intently at his own art, he has come to a rather disconcerting conclusion.

... he cannot draw guys for shit. He has never drawn anything that looked this dogshit in his life. He's genuinely ashamed.

He runs a hand through his hair with a frown and glances to his side. He watches for a couple of moments as Ari draws away on her tablet. It seems like she's making a tribute to all of the friends she's made since moving to Japan, which warms his heart. She's genuinely one of the sweetest people he's ever met, so he's so very happy that she's found people that care about her.

"Hey, Ari-chan?" He calls out to her, picking at his nails. He's almost embarrassed to ask, but he trusts her with this more than anyone else. They both have a love for anime and manga, and she's been kind enough to give him feedback on his work in the past. "Can I have you look this over for me, please?"

"Oh, sure!" She sets her tablet and her tablet pen back onto the table before scooting her chair out and standing. She walks over to him and drapes herself over his shoulder, peering at his work.

Don't look to the side don't look to the side don't look to the side -

He clears his throat, suddenly feeling hot under the collar. You think he'd be used to being around girls by now, even girls that have already bloomed into young women like Ari, but not so. It's crazy to him that they're the same age, yet she looks like she's in another world from him.

"I-I was just... I wanted to give Vanilla-chan a love interest," he stammers, pointing at the boy he's sketched out. "His name is Caramel-kun, and I think his face looks okay, but his body... Do you think it looks alright?"

He looks up at her, then, and is met with an expression that can only be described as hesitant. She smiles almost sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. "U-Um, well..."

His shoulders droop, a feeling of dejection filling him to the brim. "... It looks terrible, doesn't it?"

Her eyes widen a bit and she visibly panics, waving her hands around. "N-No! No, no, no, it doesn't look terrible at all!" She exclaims, her voice an octave higher. "It's just... um, maybe he... just looks a little disproportionate? Maybe you can try to study how muscles look in real life?"

She's clearly trying to sugar coat things so she doesn't hurt his feelings and he knows it. He sighs heavily and nestles his hands in his hair, dropping his head down. "I tried. I looked up a bunch of references, but it's so much harder when I want to draw him in action... he's supposed to be an ally to Vanilla-chan, after all!"

"How about you get a live model instead, then?" She suggests. She points at the two other boys of their club, to which they glance up from their work and peer at them curiously.