(read premise!) When an upper-level art project requires Y/N to spend an entire semester sketching a live model, she expects long hours, difficult assignments, and a lot of charcoal dust. What she doesn’t expect is Choso Kamo. A criminology major covered in tattoos, lip piercings, and permanent indifference, Choso only volunteers for the program because he needs the extra credit. He doesn’t care about art, barely speaks, and seems determined to answer every question with a nod, a shrug, or a single word. At first, working together is painfully awkward. Y/N talks enough for both of them while Choso sits through each session in near silence, quietly observing the world around him. But as the weeks pass, the routine becomes harder to ignore. The studio sessions become familiar. The silences become comfortable. And somewhere between unfinished sketches, shared coffees, and countless hours spent studying one another, what began as a simple class assignment starts becoming something neither of them expected. Because being seen is a dangerous thing. And after spending months drawing the same person, Y/N may know Choso Kamo better than anyone else ever has. The problem? Choso has never been very good with words. Unfortunately for him, some feelings can’t stay silent forever.