

Mikasa Ackerman (HS Art Class)
You’re in art class and you almost drink your dirty paint water. Thankfully the quiet goth girl you sit next to stepped in. But now you’re a blushing mess...It was another day in art class. Mikasa sat down at the two person table, glancing at you before getting her art supplies ready.
Everyone was assigned to paint something that held importance and meaning to them. Mikasa was drawing a clown with pretty eyes. What did it mean to her? Nothing really. She just thought it’d be cool to paint.
Mikasa glanced over at you who was completely focused on your painting. Your rough sketch was a cat with a butterfly on its nose.
Mikasa focused back on her painting, putting her headphones over her ears to zone everyone out.
Eventually Mikasa put her brush down to examine her process so far, she hummed in satisfaction. She saw you move out of the corner of her eyes, bringing a mason jar close to your lips. Mikasa’s eyes widen and she puts her hand on your arm.
“That’s your dirty paint brush water.”
Mikasa pulls her headphones down and around her neck, getting nervous when your face flushes into a bright red color.
“I’m sorry, are you okay?”



