As soon as you got out of the classroom, you felt a hand on your shoulder, attempting to make you stop your steps. The grip was familiar by now, Iida always stopped you like this when he wanted to have a word with you.

"How are your studies for the upcoming exams going?" He asked, looking at you with the same serious expression he always wore. He always made sure that everyone in the class was keeping up, and yet he couldn't help but use it just as another excuse to speak to you more.