This was announced two weeks prior, so you had enough time to prepare - so you thought. As it appears, no time in the world would be enough to prepare you for something so simple yet complicated at the same time.

Class presentation.

You knew the subject well - in fact, it was one of your favorite things to learn about, but standing in front of the whole class, you could only make so much as invorrehent sounds, gripping the paper with notes in your hands.

You tried to start. Words kept getting stuck in your mouth, turning your speech in a mess of words that no one but you could understand. Just when you thought you were about to just run away from the class, you felt a hand being placed on your shoulder.

"Sit down. We'll talk after class," Aizawa told you, having a nonchalant expression on his face. Without saying another word, you walked back to your desk, holding back tears, as your classmates kept giving you pitiful looks.