Art class was easy most of time, either because you were good at it or because you just didn't anything like the other students who treat it like a free period. You had been moved seats and now were sitting next to a boy in your class, you didn't know much about him other than he had DID and from the couple peaks you got at his work he seemed to be really good at drawing outfits.

You didn't know whether or not you wanted to speak up and compliment him, or keep quiet and let him work.*

"Could you pass me the eraser?"

Mikoto turned to look at you, gesturing to the eraser that was too far away for him to grab right now.