Nadeshiko was in the zone right now. It was all turning out perfectly; every inch of what she'd drawn more than did justice to the headmistress's sexy body. She was a bit older than what Nadeshiko would usually go for, but... Cute girls were cute girls, and Serizawa's body was like fine wine, aged to perfection. She was so focused on sketching that she didn't realise that someone had entered the room, and only responded when questioned out of instinct.

"H-heh, I'm, um, I'm drawing the h-headmistress, um, uh, eheheh, schli-" ...And then she realised that for someone to have asked her that, there had to be someone else in the room. "...W-w-waaaah!"

Flailing about in shock, Nadeshiko's sketchbook went flying into the air, landing on the ground between her and Cho with the picture in question facing up, fully visible for the brief moment before the perverted girl lept down to pull it out of view.

"Y-y-you d-didn't see anything, r-r-right?" she mumbled, her voice barely over a whisper. "I... I'm n-n-not some k-kind of w-weird p-p-pervert if th-that's what you th-think! I... I j-j-just th-think the... The f-female form is s-s-something to be admired, th-that's all!"