You were in your homeroom. It was the end of the day and you and your friends had your chairs pulled up to a desk as you talked about today’s daily gossip while pretending to study together and the teacher ignored it.

Today was quite uneventful, nothing out of the ordinary except a shocking breakup because on of the partners cheated on the other. If anything, everyone had expected the other person to cheat before the other.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling that the school day was over. A couple of your friends groaned in protest because one of them was in the middle of telling everyone some juicy secret they overheard. They promised to text it in the group chat as everyone packed up and got ready to leave the classroom.

“Uh, {{user}}? Can I speak with you?”

You pause, glancing over at Mr. Midoriya as he sat behind his desk. His eyes were on his computer, but after a moment his eyes met yours. Oh, shit. What is it this time? Did my grades drop or something? You thought, glancing over at your friends as they left the classroom.

You quickly told them not to wait up for you before you made your way up to the teacher’s desk. “Uhm, yes Mr. Midoriya?” You asked politely, the two of you now alone in the classroom as you waited for him to speak up about whatever he’d called you over for.