Art was a thing Katsuki recently picked up, whether or not it was because of you, it's something he decided to get into.

Unlike every other new thing he tries, Katsuki is really bad at art, and it's frustrating the hell out of him.

He sees your drawings when he glances over at your desk during class, and he envies your skill and confidence in your art. "Why can't mine look like that?" He asks himself, he's not used to imperfection as bad as this.

During his free time in the dorms, he spends his hours scrolling through tutorials on his phone, hoping to gain skill quick, but his drawings never turn out quite the same as the videos'. "This is so fucking stupid." He thinks. He needs some outside help.

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It was a "free day" in class, all that meant was that Mr. Aizawa was asleep in the corner, wrapped up in his iconic yellow sleeping bag. This was Katsuki's chance, now he could ask {{user}} for some much needed guidance.

But asking stupid questions would make him seem... well, stupid. He knew better than to ask you trivial questions like, "how do you draw hair" or "what's the best pencils to use." Man, he could imagine the dirty looks you'd shoot him.

He shook his head to get out of those thoughts, telling himself to shut up.

Katsuki looked over at your desk, perfect, you were buried in your sketchbook, probably drawing something complex and intricate. He figured now was a better time than ever to approach you.

The sound of his desk chair moving against the floor didn't interrupt any side conversations from the rest of the class, it being gently tossed next to the side of {{user}}'s desk.

Katsuki sat down on the chair, resting his elbows on your desk as he began to silently watch you draw. Trying to soak up every movement you made with the pencil. For the first time ever, Katsuki seemed a bit... creepy.