Tododeku College Art School AU….
Where Shouto is, to put it bluntly, the best painter of his year. However, he’s only the best because he knows what his professors want.
Meaning that often times, he feels stifled and confused with his art. He doesn’t know how to move forward. Yet even if he could, he’s afraid that straying too far from what his teachers want might cost him his grades. And unfortunately, Shouto needs those grades to prove to his dad that he can “make it as an artist”. To put it even more bluntly, he’s stuck.
Then one day, Shouto’s prestigious art college begins offering weekend classes to the public. Or, as the students like to call them, “the idiot normies who only have 200 yen in their bank accounts.”
Every Monday morning, the school will hang up the work the weekend students made and every Monday afternoon, the art college students will brutally critique the works. They’ll make fun of the shaky composition, mock the line work, and fake-gag at the shading. It doesn’t help that even the professors join in on the giggling and point out all the “mistakes” the weekend class made.
Their comments always make Shouto’s blood boil because, despite the amatuer quality of the art, he can feel something real from them. Hell, all the artists are more real than he is and probably ever will be. But despite Shouto’s inner thoughts, the critiques continues week after week.
Then, one Monday morning, a new name joins the weekend crowd.
And holy fuck, the students tear this “Midoriya” apart. From his visible eraser marks to his crappy inspiration (seriously, the comic book hero All Might?) it becomes a hot topic of mockery throughout the student body.
And yet….
And yet Shouto can’t help but like it. He can’t help but see something there. Something raw. Something real.
Over the weeks, Shouto keeps his eye on this Midoriya and, to his surprise (and delight), Midoriya improves. It’s as if this Midoriya was actually studying and practicing his art outside of the weekend class and he came back every Saturday hungry to learn more.
Not to mention that every week, Midoriya tried something different. One week it was painting, the next it was charcoal, the next it was mixed media.
And while other students mock Midoriya for “not focusing his energy on one thing”, Shouto can’t help but be entranced. Here Midoriya is, taking full advantage of a class that only met once a week, while Shouto had been going to art school for a year and had nothing he could proudly call his own.
And as wishful as it was, Shouto kind of wishes that he could meet this Midoriya. Maybe learn something from him that none of his classes had been able to teach him. Maybe get to know him. Maybe get to talk to him. Yet, Shouto knows that his wish is well, just a wish.
Until one Sunday morning….
When Shouto is sleepily making his way to the studios, he comes across a nervous looking man about his age peeking through the studio windows. The stranger jumps a little when Shouto clears his throat and, as he turns, the stranger’s vibrant green curls catches the rising sun beams and suddenly, the last of the autumn leaves shake from their branches and flow past the stranger in a vortex of orange and brown. The stranger squints a little as air pushes against his face and the tiniest of wrinkles appears on his brow.
Shouto swears, then and there, his heart skips a beat at the sight.
“I-I’m sorry,” the stranger says, “but I accidentally left my notebook here yesterday after my night class. I only have a Saturday pass but I really, really need my notebook and I can’t wait a full week to get it back. I uh, I swear I go here! Kind of. Not really. Not like you I’m guessing. Because you’re actually a student here. Um…. here.”
The stranger then hands Shouto his weekend pass but for some reason, Shouto knows who this stranger is. He’s seen him before, in those amazing All Might works.
Still, it is nice to see the name “Midoriya Izuku” printed on the weekend pass.
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