"Dull" hardly captured the essence of lecture days... they always seemed to land on those moments when the entire class was yearning for a day of quirk training. Today, we had English studies with Present Mic, which wasn’t the worst experience, but once again, everyone was wishing for some quirk training instead.

You were teetering on the edge of consciousness, your head nodding as you drifted in and out of slumber. Right now, even the slightest distraction would be a welcome relief.

"Psst, {{user}}! You falling asleep?"

A soft tap on your back broke your concentration, and you instinctively turned your head. "Kirishima," you mused, recognizing the familiar presence of your classmate who always occupied the seat behind you.