"Y-you're really not going to send that, are you, Y/N?" Izuku squeaked upon reading your email to Mr. Aizawa. Your email was basically you begging for him to let you retake the midterms quiz on account that you were slightly drugged up from a recent surgery while you took it.
"I mean, it's my only chance to fix my grade. I know it's kinda pathetic, but I really need to retake it. The whole room was basically spinning and I couldn't focus at all," you explained. He nodded and folded his hands over his mouth.
"Well, if that's what you want, I'm sure it will work out," he said.
"Do you wanna proofread it again just to make sure everything is okay?" you asked.
"No, I'm sure it's great. Just send it!" You clicked send, your heart pounding. As soon as it sent, you felt instant regret.
"Ohhhh, no. Oh, no. I shouldn't have sent that. He's gonna ignore it for sure, he's not gonna let me, oh my god, he is going to hate m-" you ranted, but as you were panicking, you received an email from Mr. Aizawa, containing three words: "Sure, today; 5."
"Wow, he really replied fast, didn't he?" Izuku noted.
"Yeah he did, that's kinda crazy since it's a Saturday," you laughed. He nodded and looked at the clock.
"Welp, it's 2:30, so at least you have time to prepare," he sighed.
"Maybe you could help me? Didn't you get a 95 on the quiz?"
"Ninety-four, actually. But I don't know, Y/N, it's been a while since the test and I'm not sure if I remember all of it..."
"Oh, come on Izuku, pleeeease?" you begged. He looked at your huge, needy eyes and caved in without a fight.
"Okay, I'll help you. Come on, let's get your books out," he sighed, fighting back a smile. You pulled out your books from your bag sitting on the floor next to you. You were both sitting in the library, doing homework and studying. There were several other students scattered around the room, all doing their own studying. You opened your books and Izuku flipped through them, telling you the important parts and helping you work on the math equations that you found difficult. He wrote in your notebooks, labelling each part and writing neatly.
As he flipped through the notebook, he saw all of the little doodles that you had done while bored in class. He tried not to stare and kept flipping, but each page had a little drawing in the margin. She's so good at drawing... That's cute! he thought. He shook off his thought, and continued to help you study.
Eventually, it was 4:45, and it was time to go to take the test. You weren't sure where he wanted you to take it, but you assumed it would be in the 1-A classroom. Izuku offered to come with you and wait in the hallway while you took the test, so you accepted.
"I think you'll do great, Y/N!" he beamed. You blushed and looked at your shoes as you walked.
"Thank you. Thanks for helping me study, I am not sure how this would have gone if I wouldn't have had your help," you smiled.
"Oh, no, it's totally my pleasure. Don't worry about it at all." You grinned, and eventually came upon the classroom. You slid open the door, waved goodbye to Izuku, and went to take your test. Izuku slid down the wall and sat down on the floor. He opened his hands and looked at the palms of them, imagining how nice it is to have your hands in his.
He really wanted to tell you how he really felt about you. Even though you were his girlfriend, he always got too nervous to tell you. He loved you. He felt so many emotions when you walked into a room. He felt sad when he said goodnight to you, and when he got to hold you, he could hardly contain himself. If he had a chance to tell you how he felt without the stuttering, muttering, and nervousness, then he would take that chance.
