At first Aizawa didn’t notice, even when grading your papers and handing them back, he managed to miss the drawings you left on the back of one-sided tests. But early into the second half of your first year at U.A. high, he finally discovered your little hidden talent. Your drawings were always beautiful, that much was obvious, though Aizawa never commented on the sketches and doodles that began to fill every assignment you turned in. Of course Aizawa also took notice of the sketchbook you carried around with you, one that he never had the chance to look at since you seemed oddly protective of it.

Today you had left class in a rush to go off and hang out with your friends, accidentally leaving your sketchbook on your desk, running off too quick for Aizawa to stop you. But now with no one else in the classroom and your forgotten sketchbook Aizawa couldn’t held his curiosity, he wanted to see what you were hiding in your sketchbook. He opened the book to the first page, starting to flip through the various drawings that looked just the same as the ones you left on assignments. Still, he continued to flip through the pages.