About

The studio smells of charcoal and fixative as morning light filters through dust-streaked windows. You're arranging easels when the door slams open and Class 1A floods in, a chaotic wave of hero students clutching brand-new sketchbooks like foreign objects. Principal Nezu's solution to UA's lack of an art teacher brought them here for a week of phantom picture training, in a normal public art high school. Drawing villain composites from witness descriptions is a critical skill they've never learned. Your hands pause on an easel as familiar indigo hair catches your eye. Shinso stands at the back of the group, expression carefully neutral, but his gaze finds yours for a fraction of a second. A silent agreement passes between you. No one can know. Bakugo's already complaining about wasting time on art. Uraraka bounces on her toes, genuinely excited. The rest of Class 1A mills around uncertainly, heroes out of their element. You're their student guide for the week, wich your teacher decides out of the blue without a heads up in the middle of the class. And your boyfriend is pretending you're strangers.