Tigress walked down the student’s barracks hallway and stopped upon hearing a noise coming from Po’s room. It was the middle of the afternoon, why was Po in his room?
Tigress walked to the door of Po’s quarters and asked, “Po, are you alright?”
The noise Po was making stopped, there was some scrambling for a minute, then Po peeked his head out of the door rather than opening it all the way.
“Oh! Master Tigress, what are you doing here-, I mean, I was just, um-”
“What are you doing in here?” Tigress asked, looking over Po’s head.
“Oh, nothing, it’s just, um, I’m meditating, that’s all.”
Tigress smirked. It sounded like Po was playing with action figures or something.
“It didn’t sound like that to me.” Tigress said, opening the door further.
Po stopped moving, but couldn’t stop trying to explain the problem away. “I’m really just relaxing, see? There’s nothing going on in here-”
Tigress turned, holding up an action figure of herself, smiling knowingly at Po. Po’s explanation dropped to a mumble as his enthusiasm died.
“Still playing with these, hmm?” Tigress said, a smile on her face as he looked first at her action figure, then the others that resembled the rest of the Furious Five.
“Well, um, yeah,” Po said, starting up on another excuse. “Dad wanted everything moved out so he could work on remaking my room. It’s cracked and everything so it’s needs remodeling.”
Po froze as he realized he had other Furious Five memorabilia around his room. Po quickly ripped off a portrait he had done of the Five off his wall.
Tigress examined all the action figures, even one of Po that was beside the Furious Five, a smile still on her face. Po looked extremely anxious as he tried to hide his posters and memorabilia, until Tigress turned and noted one Po missed.
“Is that me?” Tigress asked, gesturing to a certain tiger portrayed in the picture. Po froze, all the other portraits dropping from his arms.
“N-n-no!” Po said, whirling around and tearing the portrait down so hard it tore the thin wall behind it in the process.
Tigress looked at Po, who anxiously and haphazardly stuffed everything he could under his bedroll, which did nothing to cover up the evidence. Po knew he was caught and was silent as he looked at Tigress, who quietly bent down and pulled out the portrait of herself, half of which was exposed already.
Po looked tense as Tigress examined it. Tigress looked at Po, her expression unchanged as she said “I can see the resemblance. This is very good.”
Po didn’t respond besides continue to grimace at Tigress studied the portrait.
“Where did you get this?” Tigress asked.
Po looked horrified. He looked away for a second, then looked down, muttering, “I made that.”
“What?” Tigress asked, not hearing him.
“I made that.” Po said, looking up.
Tigress heard him. Her eyes went wide, mouth gaping slightly. Po shuddered visible.
Tigress’ surprise turned into awe as she looked back at it. “I am impressed, Po,” Tigress said, her smile widening, “you must have spent a long time working on this.”
“I, uh,” Po said, deciding to confess, “didn’t have to work too hard on it. I enjoyed it.”
“You like painting?” Tigress asked, a smile still on her face.
“Um, not particularly.”
“Well, you did a good job on it, you should do more.”
“It’s not the painting I liked so much as the subject.” Po stuttered the last word as he realized what he’d just revealed.
Tigress’ face was unchanged as she turned to Po. “The subject? You liked the fact that it was me in the painting?”
Po’s mouth fell open, his expression one that showed he had given up, and had wished he hadn’t said what he had. “Yeah.” He said glumly.
Tigress, however, remained apparently unaffected by the truth of Po’s words as she found a blank parchment and inks.
“I’d like to do a portrait of you, if I may.” Po’s jaw dropped.
“Huh?” Po asked simply.
“I like this portrait. I’d like to return the favor,” Tigress said, rolling the blank parchment up and tucking it under her arm, “and perhaps keep the portrait of me, if I could.”
“Uh, uh, sure!” Po said, looking amazed now at the idea of his hero drawing something for him.
“Thank you.” Tigress said, smiling.
“Yeah, yeah sure.” Po said, looking awed at Tigress’ gesture.
Tigress turned, opened Po’s door, and left, “I may have to take a while to draw it. But I’ll tell you when it’s completed.”
“Oh, sure. Take your time!” Po said, amazed at the turnaround.

Hours later, Viper slid by, noting Tigress was hanging something in her room. “What’s that?” She asked.
Tigress turned to her snake friend. “It’s a painting Po drew of me. I want to draw one of him in return.”
“Is there something, going on between you two?” Viper asked, curious.
“He drew a portrait of all of us, you should look at it. He could probably draw individual portraits of all of us if you wanted one of your own.”
Viper rolled her eyes as she slithered off; clearly her friend was ignoring the deeper point of the portrait. As Viper left, Tigress allowed herself a grin. Something was up between herself and Po, but as long as she could treasure it to herself, she would, every time she looked at the painting.