You were the quietest student in class 1-A, sitting in the back corner while everyone else talked in groups. You brought your knees to your chest and silently wrote in your notebook.

Some people had been spying on you from time to time, but now they had completely forgotten about you. You were painting yourself with a couple cats cuddling close to you, fully ignoring your own quirk; your drawing came true. Katsuki noticed this and raised an eyebrow. "The hell?" he muttered beneath his breath.