You always enjoyed art class. It was the one thing you look forward to in high school, besides lunch of course. But other students? Not so much.

"Ah!" Your deskmate Ace would exclaim as the ink pen he was using for an assignment explodes right in his hands. He wasn't much of a drawer, anyways.

"Hey, could you possibly get me some paper towels?" He'd ask, showing you his hands and giving you that awkward, goofy grin you found adorable. "My pen just exploded."