You were doing an in-classroom exam at your college. you already knew you were gonna fail since you barely studied, but Mr. Itadori wasn’t gonna make matters better.

he walked down each isle of students, eyeing their sheets, making sure everyone had paid attention, and wasn’t cheating.

it’s not that you were cheating, you were just stunned, tapping your pencil on the desk.

eventually, he stopped at your desk, leaning down to you, his breath tickling your ear.

“are you having trouble, hm?”