He needs a nude model!?

After a long and mentally draining train ride across Shibuya, Futaba managed to make it all the way through the neighborhood, standing in front of Yusuke’s house, the house he had inherited indirectly from Madarame when he was arrested for fraud.

Futaba knocked on the door aggressively, as she loved to annoy her Inari when she could get the chance. After several seconds of nonstop knocking, Yusuke finally opened the door.

Over the years, Yusuke had grown a beard, a dark blue beard matching his silky long hair. Aside from that, he was still the tall and lanky guy Futaba met all those years ago, and still as eccentric as ever.

“Why thank you, Futaba, I was honestly worried you’d ignore my texts. Please, come in. It’s been awhile.” Yusuke said, gesturing the orange haired woman in.

“No prob! Besides, I totally owe you one.” Futaba said as she strolled inside.

Yusuke’s home was simple, a borderline shack with basic amenities like a couch, a tv, and a small kitchenette. It resembled that of a home you’d find in Kyoto, very traditional and old looking, which matched Yusuke’s tastes to a tee.

“Geez, you mind if I take my jacket off? I’m sweating my lady balls off!” Futaba said as she plopped herself down on the couch, tossing her green parka over the head rest.

“I don’t mind at all. Besides, you won’t be needing it for much longer…” Yusuke said ominously.

“Ooookay…” Futaba replied with a raised eyebrow. “Anyway, what’s this favor of yours? Need some cash or something?”

“Oh no, I do not need any monetary assistance at this point in time, though I’d never say no to some help here and there. No, the favor I’m asking of you is more of a… service of sorts…” Yusuke said.

“Service? You need me to restart your WiFi or something?” Futaba said half heartedly, chuckling to herself.

“No, my router is fine. In fact, I’ve changed ISP’s for a more affordable price.”

“Okay? But what’s this favor? Stop dancing around the bush, Inari!” Futaba replied.

“Hmmm, it’s… hard for me to ask, especially of a friend of so many years, but I guess it would be best for me to rip off this proverbial bandage! Futaba, I need you to model for me…”

“Model?!” Futaba replied, sitting up in her chair. She’d hardly call herself a model, no where near the likes of Ann or the other girls. She’s just a slob otaku. Despite that, it’s nice to hear Yusuke ask her to model for him.

“Well, not just model… I, need to paint a nude subject…” Yusuke said meekly, his cheeks glowing a bright pink.

“Wait! You want me to be a nude model?!?” Futaba exclaimed.

Futaba immediately began to blush. She’d never been asked by a guy to do something so intimate before, and by her friend no less felt embarrassing just thinking about it. Would she even have the heart to strip in front of Yusuke?

“I know it’s a bit, much, to ask you this so suddenly, but I’ve been calling models left and right and they either don’t return my calls, or charge ridiculous prices for me to draw them. I thought that, since you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, that you’d be willing to pose in the nude for me.”

“B-Beautiful…” Futaba stammered, being caught off guard by Yusuke’s choice of words. She shook her head before saying, “N-no way! I’m not stripping for you!”

Yusuke hung his head down in disappointment. “I understand, but I need to submit a new piece into this competition by this Friday, or else i’ll lose out on a huge cash prize. I beg, please let me paint you, Futaba-san!”

Yusuke got onto his hands and knees, bowing before the orange haired gremlin like he was praying to her. Futaba looked down at Yusuke with a mixture of pity and contempt in her eyes.