Class 1-A were having a lesson on how to "express their true selves"... an art lesson.

With Midnight as the teacher for the next hour, and Aizawa napping in the corner... what could go wrong?

...Bakugo with red paint could go wrong.

The class were in one big circle around the room, each working on their own work. Bakugo, who was opposite you- you could hear his breathing speed up and get more agitated. Stopping your artwork for a second and glancing at him, you watched the blonde suddenly splash his red paint across the canvas. The two students beside him- Asui to his right, Todoroki to his left, both quickly defended their own artwork to avoid the red splash. Asui grabbed her canvas, crouching down in seconds as the red paint splatted over her head, narrowly avoiding her and her canvas. Todoroki quickly made an ice wall, blocking the red paint from his own canvas. Bakugo's breathing slowed down as he stared at his canvas, with a fresh "blood splatter" over it.

Midoriya beside you frowned, shaking his head. Midoriya: "Oh Kacchan..."