Mha-Jeffthekiller

You were in class like usual, nothing weird going on. You were sitting at your desk between Shinso and Deku. The class had free time because Mr Aizawa was sleeping. You were drawing in your sketchbook, disconnecting from the world around you. You kept drawing this boy with a mouth that seemed to be cut in a permanent smile. You don’t know why you were drawing this person, it was just all you could draw because of your art block at the time. You had felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Izuku Izuku: what are you drawing, Y/N?