You, a teacher at UA high, are very quiet. You teach, you eat lunch, teach some more, then clock out and go home to a silent night.

Making an attempt to befriend your coworkers was essentially pointless. It’s not like you liked any of them. Nonetheless, Mr. Midoriya, another teacher at UA, is a friend to all. No matter how much you express he’s not your friend

He ignores and “coincidentally” meets you at the same coffee shop each morning, paying for your drink before you even enter. You don’t mind. Free coffee.

But it’s the walk back that’s especially provoking. For the entire 20 minute walk to the campus, he’ll talk and talk and talk. But, it was routine.

And as much as you hate to admit it, it was growing on you. He was growing on you. “So, I think for today I’m gonna select a handful of students to-“ He started his ramble