When Maka heard they would have a figure model for art class, she naturally expected him to be aesthetically pleasing, but she did not anticipate herself being personally attracted to him. At least not nearly this much. But damn it, he was hot. And naked. And she had to draw him. And, of course, she got the full front view of him.

Her cheeks started to warm up when he strode over to the stand in the middle of the room at the beginning of class. And when he took his position in the middle of the room ready to be drawn by everyone in the class, she knew that the rest of class would not be as easy as it usually was.

After a getting the basic sketch done, the room felt about 10 degrees warmer than it did at the beginning of class. She looked up from her sketchpad trying to decide which… feature would be best to start working on first.

Why did she have to be drawing him from the front.

She couldn't say that she didn't really enjoy the view. But she had to draw it. And that was a little hard when she kept getting… distracted.

She started working on drawing the face. His snowy white hair looked soft and gorgeous. She could just imagine running her fingers through— Wait, she was not imagining things like that. He had an impeccable jawline, and amazing bone structure, speaking from an artistic point of view, that is. His lips looked soft, supple, and they looked beautiful, she wondered how they would feel on— No. She admired them with an artist's perspective. Not… like that. He had gorgeous, deep red eyes that were mesmerizing and… wait. He was looking at her. Looking at her tomato red face. And did he just wink at her? He just winked at her. Why did he just wink at her?

She decided to skip the face for now. She decided to move down and work on the torso. That wouldn't be too hard to focus on. The beautifully sculpted abs and pecs were easy enough, and she had finally started to cool down. His arms - his very muscular arms - took her a short while, but she had no troubles with that. His hands looked calloused, like he worked with them He had long fingers that looked very skilled in… anyway! She may have felt her face grow warmer. She tried her best to ignore it.

Seeing as how she seemed to be making her way down, the next… part to draw had her feeling about 14 degrees warmer and had her going probably about 15 different shades of red. She should not have been this shy about it. It wasn't like she hadn't seen a naked man before. Not like she hadn't had… experience.

It took her much longer than she had liked, but finally she managed to get through the many levels of discomfort and she could finally move to drawing his legs. Now that she was done with that particular feature, she figured the rest would be as easy as pie.

She, apparently, had been mistaken.

She finally looked up to draw his face, and— was he always making that face? Did he always have that smirk? Had he always looked so goddamned sexy? And why was the tip of his tongue out? Was that out earlier? Was she imagining things? No, he put his tongue back inside his mouth. He was just licking his lips. His gorgeous lips. And did he just wink at her again?

Goddammit, he was enjoying this, wasn't he? Oh, yes he was. If he kept this up, she decided she might just have to kill him afterward. She didn't even know him and she wanted to kill him. That was a first for her.

And to make matters worse, her drawing skills were dropping with her irritation, making the face harder to draw, and causing her to have to keep staring at it for longer.

After what seemed like for too long a time, she finally finished the drawing. She didn't want to have to look it over to make sure there were no mistakes, but, being the perfectionist that she was, she couldn't just leave it as is. Luckily enough, there was nothing too terrible. She had to fix up the hands just a bit, and one of the feet was a little off. It was an easy fix. Finally she was all done with the stupid drawing. And just in time for the end of class too.

She took a look at her drawing one last time before closing up her sketch pad.

"Liked what you saw?" a smooth deep voice spoke up behind her. She turned around to see that all too familiar face that she probably would not forget for a long time, that same face she had been staring at for the past half hour, maybe longer. Luckily he had put on a dressing robe, so she no longer had to see everything else she had been staring at for who knew how long.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Did you like what you saw?" he repeated, pronouncing his words crisply.

Was this guy for real?

"Well, from an artist's point of view, it was… aesthetically pleasing."

"Yeah, I could tell by the 27 different shades of red on your face."

"I was not embarrassed, if that's what you're implying." She retorted indignantly.

"Then tell me, what reason is there for someone to be blushing so furiously other than embarrassment?"

"It was not because I was embarrassed, it was because the room got too hot."

"That's because I was in here."

Maka's eyes widened and she arched an eyebrow at him, "Well someone's full of himself."

"You do realise I just had about two dozen people draw me naked, right? It's not like I'm insecure about my appearance."

"Yes, I am well aware of that. And just because you're not insecure about it, doesn't mean you have to be quite so arrogant."

"True, but arrogance is much more fun than humility. And besides, someone as good looking as I am, has some room to be at least a little arrogant."

"Okay, very full of yourself, I see. Well, it was nice talking to you and all, and thank you for agreeing to be a figure model, now I really must be going." She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she turned to walk out the door.

"Oh, so you did like what you saw."

She turned back to look at him, and his expression was cocky and smug. "I never said that."

"Well, technically you did, you know, with the whole 'aesthetically pleasing' thing." His words were laced with mockery and his smirk was _

"I cannot believe you. You are insufferable. I've only been talking to you for three minutes and you're already insufferable."

"Well, what can I say?"

"Apparently a lot. And most of the things you do say are irritating as hell."

"Hey, are you heading to another?"

"Why?"

"Just wondering."

"Yes, and I'd like to get there on time, so if you could please let me leave." Her impatience was showing in her voice and she hoped he would get the picture.

"It's not guitar class is it? Because, I'm heading there right after I get some actual clothes on. So, if you'll just wait for me, I'd love to accompany you on your way, if you wouldn't mind." He reached down to grab his bag that sat against the wall.

"Sorry, I want to head over there as soon as possible, don't want the teacher getting mad at me for being late."

"He won't get mad at you."

"Why do you assume that?"

"Because I'm the teacher." He tossed her a wink and clicked out of the side of his mouth as he walked past her to go get dressed.

She just stood in place, mouth agape and completely speechless. If he was as irritating a teacher as he was a conversationalist, she might just carry through with that unspoken threat she made earlier about killing him. Then again, if he was as attractive playing the guitar as he was naked, then she might have a problem.