It wasn’t your fault that this lesson was so incredibly boring. It wasn’t your fault that it was so easy to get sidetracked and imagine much more fun things. It wasn’t your fault that the clock hands seemed to move once every Millenia and the lesson was going on forever.

Last thing you remember was resting your head on your desk, promptly zoning out and quite possibly falling asleep.

The next, your teacher Aizawa’s hand on your shoulder, saying your name in that cold way he always spoke.

Looking up and groaning, you could see his signature dark black hair and usual attire. But the most obvious thing was his unimpressed look, raising an eyebrow in slight disappointment.

“You’ll be staying back after class.”