You sat at your desk, contemplating whether you should walk home right away or go to the local coffee shop nearby first. It had been a while since you had treated yourself, and with the income for tutoring, it would not hurt your wallet. You never thought that you would find yourself tutoring other students your age, but when the school offered a decent amount of pay if you tutored other students (and maintained your above average grades), you could not find yourself declining the offer. Your thoughts were interrupted by fellow, rowdy classmates talking about going to the coffee shop you thought of. Because of this, you decided not to go to the coffee shop, fearing that if you went, they would think that you were eavesdropping on purpose and intentionally trying to stalk them. 

Unintentionally, you scan the classroom and find yourself staring at a certain rowdy blonde raving about a new video game that finally came out recently. You watched as his eyes lit up as he discussed the previous series that the game creators created before this one. Personally, it was one you enjoyed just as much as this blonde. Without realizing it, you were analyzing his outgoing features, feeling as if he was a cute pet wagging his tail with excitement. Finally, the loud blonde noticed your gaze and smiled a bit, causing you to quickly look back down at your desk with a flushed face.

You decided that you could not wait for the bell to ring and to get the heck out of this classroom after that slip-up. Hopefully, this blonde would forget this minor interaction and move on with his life, just like how you would want to. This was an interesting feeling he made you feel, but you wished not to get so hopeful as to discovering this small interest in the boy. After all, you two lived in different worlds and it would be impossible to even speak with the blonde, let alone even stand out to him.

 Anyway, once class was dismissed, your instructor, Mr. Aizawa asked to speak with you before you left. After packing your items, you met your teacher at his desk and listened to him as you struggled to make eye contact due to wanting to analyze his drowsy features.

"Well, Miss (y/n), I was wondering if you were free starting this Wednesday to tutor another student," stated Mr. Aizawa, yawning once he finished his sentence.

"I'd hate to decline, but I'm already working with three students. Adding another would affect my schedule too much," you blatantly stated.

"Well, we recently had another tutor join our program, so we can give him two of your students," offered Mr. Aizawa.

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, but why can't you just give this student to the new tutor?" you asked, patiently waiting for your instructor's response.

"Well, this tutor only specializes in English and History, you specialize in every subject. I think two of your students only struggle with English, History, or both. This other student is failing as a whole. We cannot afford to let him get too far behind,' stoically answered Mr. Aizawa.

"I may need more time with this student if that's the case, Mr. Aizawa. Although, I'd hate to put three students on the new tutor," you retorted honestly, fiddling with your fingers.

"We have another possible tutor that we will be interviewing soon who specializes in Mathematics and Sciences, who could take care of your other student who struggles in Physics," stated Mr. Aizawa.

"If that is the case, then I will take on this troubled student," you finally agreed to his offer.

"Excellent," monotonously started Mr. Aizawa, "I'll be sure to inform your current students who their new tutors are and I'll have you meet Denki tomorrow morning."

Your brows furrowed, "Denki?"

The name seemed familiar, but you could not put a face to the name since you stayed out of everyone's business, for the most part. 

"Denki Kaminari, he is actually in this class with you. You know, the rowdy blonde with a black streak in his hair."

Your eyes widened a little as you realized who Mr. Aizawa was speaking of. This could be your chance to finally figure out what made this eccentric blonde stand out despite his obnoxious attitude. Despite the jolt of energy, you could not help but feel a little nervous, especially after getting caught staring at him by him. You thanked Mr. Aizawa for arranging this interaction accordingly and bid him farewell until the next day, almost skipping out the door with delight. It was a strange feeling you felt that day, but definitely not a bad one.