Aeizen because she's a serious type of person who rarely smiles and prefers to be alone. If you ask her something, she will answer right away with a short phrase or sentence. She spends most of her time in her bedroom. She's not particularly close with anyone, so she tries to talk to her from time to time.
Sectwen, on the other hand, is pretty, sophisticated, and ill-tempered. Some even call her mean behind her back, but she thinks it wasn't appropriate to call her that. Her hair is long, shiny, and light brown in color. She does not always cooperate with the task schedule and seems to have her own world. She doesn't have many friends aside from being with Sixzen sometimes.
Third, their leader, who wears eyeglasses. He has a clean cut of short black hair, sharp eyes, average build, and neatness that complements his almost pale skin. Being a knowledgeable, responsible, and elegant person reflected the way he acts as a leader. He only does things that make sense to him and is strict when it comes to time. He is approachable, but she can't ask him this favor because she might waste his precious time.
Ninth is good-looking, tall, has clean-cut hair, and is somewhat arrogant. She tried making a conversation with him, but he only interacts with the boys most of the time. She's not sure if she ticked him off or if he's just like that to all the girls there. No girl, except Aeith, who has a strong personality, dared to speak to him. He always goes to the gym to work out.
And the last one is First. She doesn't know, but there are times she gets an awkward feeling whenever she's with him. She is embarrassed to make this request of him. He is kind, considerate, and humble. She often sees him in the music room and library.
As for the others, she didn't have a problem asking them, except for the remaining five she hadn't drawn yet.
"Second, we'll hang out in the next room," Aeith informed her, and they left the art room. She was talking about the music room. She wondered if First was there. She was left alone for a moment as she was still organizing the stuff she used.
Moments later, she heard the door open, so she glanced away. It was First. "Hey," he greeted her.
"Hi," Second greeted him, slightly surprised.
He closed the door.
"Another piece of artwork?" So, he's aware that she does sketches. She wondered how he found that out. She didn't mention this kind of stuff to him.
"Yes, how did you find out?"
"Informed by your troops." Those guys, really. "Why didn't you tell me you need a model? I've found out from others."
"Um, she was planning to sketch you all, and they were the ones available for now."
"Then, let me." He took a chair and sat on it.
"Huh?"
"What shall I do?"
She did not know how to react. This was all so sudden. "F-For what?"
He sighed. "C'mon, I'm no stranger to you."
She held her pencil tighter. "It's embarrassing because..."
"You're shy? Hahaha!"
He pokes fun at her!
She sighed. "Is it okay... really?"
"Am I supposed to sit or stand? Like this?" He posed as if she were about to sketch him.
"'Is it really okay?" she asked him for clarification.
"It's now or never," a short phrase he replied.
"Alright, wait!"
Second took the sketch pad from the cabinet again. She grabbed a charcoal pencil and a kneaded eraser.
This was the chance that she didn't let pass. Why was she so hesitant to ask him?
"Ah, okay. For your pose, you need to sit and slightly turn to your left." He turned his face to his left side. "Your facial expression would be… hmm." It took her a few seconds to suggest an expression that suited him the most. "Calm face, just be you."
That's the pose she chose because it suited him. A boy with a calm, mystical face. He thinks deeply every time but resolves problems calmly. He might seem calm, but his thoughts are so deep, making him a mysterious person. She quickly started to sketch him. She wondered if her friends were still waiting for her in the music room, so she had to do this fast.
"How was it?" He asked, striking the same pose.
She replied while continuing to do so. "About there," pertaining to the fact that she was almost half through her sketch before finishing.
"How do I look?"
She stopped for a moment. "It suits you." His pose suited him well.
A few minutes had passed, and it became a bit awkward. She didn't know how to start a conversation with him right then.
"Pretty guy, right?" he smirked.
"You can search for the answer in the galaxy," she replied sarcastically. He was being funny with this pun again.
"I searched, but I found you." He was probably referring to before they landed on the nth planet, when they were still in space. She just sighed. He could be funny sometimes, which made the mood lighter. "Actually, there's something in you that's cryptic." So, he did feel like that about her. She couldn't deny that there was also something about him that made him mysterious.
"You mean, I'm weird." She stated, not with a question mark, because he must be seeing her as odd and nothing else.
"Maybe?" So, he admitted as well. "But I like your weirdness," he added and paused for a moment.
"There's something weird about you, too," she replied, but with a soft laugh.
He smirked, "We have something in common."
She changed the subject. "But thank you, and you agreed to be a subject model. She thought that this might turn you off."
"Why would I?"
"Looks like you don't like things like this."
He turned to her. "Hey," She was about to tell him to return to his pose when he paused for a moment and said, "Anything, don't mind me."