A gentle flurry of sprinkling water poured onto the roof, making a symphony of patters. The sound was pretty much drowned out, calm, gentle music playing in your right ear, and Izuku’s ‘study rambling’ in your other. The green haired boy had his head low, opposite headphone in his left ear as he stared down at his notebook. He flipped his pencil, mumbling something and erasing his messy hand writing. With a sigh he flipped his pencil again, beginning his tedious motion of writing. Izuku’s low mumbling got lower and lower, you noticed, until it was quiet, the silence allowing you to actually hear the white rain outside. Pencil falling onto his notebook, the exhausted boy had his head resting on his arm, body relaxing as he seemingly fell asleep.