As I said, my pictures started to show nothing but pain, despair, and fear.
But again, I thought I was my body. Telling me what to draw, like a voice, guiding my hand.
There was one painting that made that made mr. Aizawa, one of my professors at the time, very concerned.
He told me to wait after class to talk with him.
" Hey, Midoriya. I don't want to worry you, you're doing well in class.
But I wanted to talk to you about..
You.
How are you feeling?"
He asked, worried eyes looking into mine.
" I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
" Im just a little concerned about the work you've been doing lately, it's all very good but.. it's all really.... sad."
" Im just drawing wjat my body tells me to draw-"
" So your body told you to draw a self portrait of monsters ripping you to shreds? "
" It's not supposed to be taken literally.."
" And a man, drowning in a pool o his own blood??"
" That's my dad, he likes swimming. But that wasn't meant to be blood."
" you don't need to tell me anything you dont want to, if you say everything is fine. I believe you."
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Cursed With Talent
Fanfiction" I just draw what my body tells me to, isn't that how inspiration works? I thought everyone felt that way." _________________________________________ 🚫 NO QUIRKS AU 🚫
