College life was different and people took different classes. For some; remain focused on what they want as others change direction.
"I heard we're going to have a male model." Stephie
'Naked?" Cynaka asked in curiosity. Naminē rolls her eyes. "C?"
"No, I'm just curious." She replied. "Besides, that life is behind me."
Naminē shook her head as they went into their art class.

In the other room;
"Really, Miss, Buffer?" Riku sigh.
"You're the only one who has mass features with depth and shading potential."
"Naked?" He informed her.
"Well, why not?" She shrub. "It to study human internal anatomy"
Riku rolls his Jade green eyes.
"You're failing chemistry." She reminded him.
"...chemistry is not my forte,"
"It matters for you to get your Bachelors Degree Automotive Technology, Riku Rockheart."
He turned away. He hated when someone say his whole name.

Classmates wait for the model to come in.
"I wonder who could it be?" Stephie asked in excitement.
"... who's the poor unfortunate soul that has to endure the torment to undo a messed upgrade, "Cynaka asked poetically.
"Sen, you're so dramatic." She scourging replied.
"Welcome, students. We're fortunate to have someone volunteer to model for us."
"...That's a lie." Cynaka secretly mumbled.
Miss. Buffer signal for the model to walk in. The students eye the door as Riku enters in his white robe. Naminē's eyes widen with shock.
"Namie; is that big R?" Cynaka whisper to her.
"How big is big R?" Sephie smirks.
"Steph, you're nasty." Cynaka sight.
Riku looked at Buffer nervously as she nodded in return.
"Sir; get yourself ready."
"...shit," he mumbles as he drops his robe off.
"Student; get ready to paint."
"Ah shoot," Naminē' and Cynaka mumble.
"C, what should I do?" She whispered desperately.
"Just focus on other features... Other than...have mercy." She covers her eyes. "I'm going to flunk this s*** so hard."
"I wonder if he going to get hard by looking at him." she smirks.
"Steph, SHUT THE F..." But Naminē covers her mouth.
"She not worth it." She whispery told her. "Thanks for the advice." As she starts to paint.
Riku try not to focus on the student looking at his naked body but counting the minutes that he covered himself again. Being exposed triggers a haunted memory. In the corner of his eye, he looked at Miss. Buffer for the next instruction.
"Sir, change position." She ordered.
He changed position without trying to be awkward about it.
"I'm glad he didn't change into a sexual position. FML." Cynaka facepalm.
"C, you know he's my..." Naminē mumbled.
"You have my sympathy." She replied back

The class was over and Naminē dashed out as fast as her legs can carry her. Cynaka follow pursued. She dashed far away to the field by the trees and collapse.
"My heart, my heart, I can't take the heat." She panics out of breath.
Cynaka fanned her friend. "Like I say girl; you have my sympathy." She kneels beside her.
"How can I be around him now knowing?"
"That question I don't have the answer to." She replied in a sigh.
"I know my heart craves but what if he doesn't feel the same way?"
"Seriously, I have my relationship issue. I suck at love games." she informed. "But let me get you some water and it's best if you go home for one day."
"Let me recover at least."
"I'm getting you some Phoenix down tea." she got to get the drink as she lay down by the tree.

Riku change back to his regular clothes when there was a knock on the door.
He turned to see Miss, Buffer standing there. He rolled his eyes. "What now?"
"You still have to judge who did the best work" she informed him.
"What? Having your classmate look at my naked body wasn't good enough for you?"
"Maybe some of them focused on other parts?"
"Like what? My butt?"
"Who knows" she's a shrub.
"When does it have to be done?"
"The class already left so you could do it now...when you fully dress." She looked him up and down.
"Damnit, what did I get myself into?"

It was only them in the empty classroom with standing portraits of different sides of Riku. Some drafts have the potential for art and detail. Some were focusing on other things. But he noticed a canvas mark number 14 that catches the eye. Basically drawn his eyes, his face, the detail of the hair, muscle stretcher of his arms and legs.
"Who's this artist?" He wonders.
'You have to come back tomorrow and call them out." she informs him.
He rolls his eyes again in disbelief. "Seriously?"

The class came in positioning themselves by their assigned number
"I wonder what some crazy adventure going to have this time around. " Says Cynaka.
"I wonder how you say that again? 'poor unfortunate soul that has to endure the torment to undo a messed up grade'." Steph quoted her remarks.
"I wonder if I could get away wearing headphones so I won't hear your ugly ass mouth." Cynaka snapback.
Naminē chuckles a little.
Miss. Buffer came in with the fully dressed Riku.
"Okay class; settle down. I brought Riku R. Back to our class to judge your work and also to announce who got the highest score."
"Oh s***, I'm screwed," Naminē mumbled next to Cynaka.
"You did well. You did fine" She comforted her.
"Even though some of the pictures made me feel kind of awkward about myself," he informed his classmates. "Two artists focus on other things other than. I would like to meet the artists 14 and 12."
Naminēs eyes widen. "That's me." she quietly whispers in fear.
"Can the artist number 14 step forward; Followed by 12?" Miss. Buffer called out.
Naminē nervously stands up and walks toward the front of the class. She keeps her eyes down to the floor to not look at his glance. Cynaka; her poetic friend prayed silently.
"I'm Naminē W. And I'm artist 14." She stuttered.
Cynaka stood up and walked forward. "I'm C.T.H and I am artist number 12."
Miss. Buffer nodded. "For the rest of you; the score is in the envelope at your assign canvas." Miss. Buffer told the rest of the class. "R; why you chose Cynaka art?"
"Who's said it has to be a drawing of my body?" He shot her a serious stare. "Is poetry another form of art?"
Cynaka silently chuckles at his answer.
"Well, since you two were his top two choices; you're getting the top grade. C; A- based on the fact that it's not much drawing."
"Come on; we're was tag-teaming,"
"C, it's okay," Namine assures her while grabbing firming her hand.
She started back with concern.
"May we be excused?" Cynaka politely asked. Miss. Buffer nodded and the girls bolted out.

They ran to the grassy field by the tree.
"My heart. My heart," Namine repeated. "I can't even look at him the same way again."
"I thought you have seen him shirtless before,"
"But not the full monty."
She remains silent. "That's another story.. " she looked away