Midoriya sat in his seat in class, muttering to himself and fidgeting with his hair as he scribbled away in his notebook, waiting for class to start. He was keeping an extensive log of each of his classmate's quirks, their advantages and disadvantages, for future plans and training. It never hurt to be prepared, after all.

Midoriya looked up as Mr. Aizawa walked in, looking tired as always. Geez, Midoriya thought, chewing on his bottom lip worryingly. Please don't let it be another pop quiz...