This was the actual first time Ten has been struggling on his assignment. What was in that old professor's mind? Finding a muse to draw and paint? Where on earth can he find that?

His eyes scanned around their classroom, finding anything or anyone to make his muse for his canvas. Nothing had inspired him until now, only himself. But he suddenly remembered something.

There was something that inspired him. It was a fellow classmate. First time he saw them at the freshman party, he immediately felt a connection. But he only admired them from afar, never having the courage to confess.

He hesitated to ask them to be his muse. They probably already found someone or something to draw, but he prayed they hadn't done the assignment yet. He was just thinking about it, but his feet had a mind of their own.

He stood up and walked towards their table, his whole body wobbling from nervousness. When he was standing next to them, he tapped their shoulder gently to get their attention, and they quickly looked up at the person who tapped their shoulder.

"D-do.. y-you.. have.. any muse.. for our assignment..?" Ten's eyes were locked on the floor, his hand coming up to push his glasses back. "I-i was w-wondering.. i-if.. y-you could be.. my.. muse..?"