Kaminari groaned, closing the door to the spare room he went into to focus. Finals were in 2 weeks, and he has so much to relearn again, and now Mina was working with Momo. He was on his own this time. He swore quietly, flicking on the light and burying his nose into the textbook. He started shifting shocks between his fingers, then between his hands. Maybe he could make some kind of electric ball- the door opened, and he jumped, electricity disappearing and him looking up at Mic, who seemed just as surprised as Kaminari was. "Um, hey there, listener."

"Uh, hi…" Mic walked deeper into the room, tapping something.

"Your turn, man." To Kaminari's horror, it was Aizawa, who sat up and walked out, barely sparing him a glance.

"Uh, am…am I not supposed to be here?"

"No, you're alright, listener. This is my office!" Kaminari balked. Mic had an office? Aizawa was sleeping in Mic's office? He was in Mic's office?! HE'D BEEN STUDYING IN MIC'S OFFICE?! Mic didn't seem to noticed Kaminari's internal panic, sitting down in a swivel chair and spinning around a few times, grinning.

"Uh, are you sure it's okay for me to be here? You look…busy?"

"Yeah, it's good!" He got 2 thumbs up from the excitable teacher, who stopped spinning and picked up a stack of papers and a bright red pen. "So, what happened to bring you here?"

"Uh, studying. Mina got Momo to help, but I was a little late on the offering, so I'm on my own."

"Hmm. Well, you can look through your English quizzes! I have them over here somewhere…there." He pushed the chair to the opposite wall, fishing through a filing cabinet. Kaminari still couldn't believe this was Mic's office. It was so tidy, and nearly barren except for a few boxes of something he hadn't looked in. Kaminari took the stack and started looking through. He looked at his fingers. Ooh, maybe he could use that one theory they covered in science to better use his quirk. What was it called? Flannel? "You okay there, listener?" He jumped, looking up at a concerned looking Mic with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, I just get distracted easily. Hey, I know science isn't your class, but do you remember this one theory about electricity through fingers? I keep thinking it's flannel or something like that, but-"

"Oh, Flemming's left hand or right hand?" Kaminari paused: he hadn't expected Mic to actually know what he was talking about. "Yeah, there was this one guy I fought who used that so he didn't hit himself with the electricity his magnetic field quirk produced. That information saved my life." Kaminari's eyes widened as Mic continued marking through the papers with red ink.

"Wait, you mean all this junk you're teaching us can be useful?"

"Yeah! Personally, I think math and English are a bit more important, but I can't deny that science has saved my life multiple times. So, since you don't have a study partner, and these papers are going to bore me to death, would you like me to help you study?" Kaminari hesitated.

"But you're awfully busy." He really didn't want to interrupt Mic while he was doing something important.

"Today's a slow day. That's why I came in here. Well, that and to wake Aizawa up." Kaminari looked up firmly.

"I really could use some help." Mic grinned widely, standing up.

"Then let's go: bring your textbook!" Kaminari stood in obedience, frowning as he followed the excitable man outside. The neon blond looked at him with a beaming smile. "You're going about studying the wrong way: that's why you're having issues retaining the information. Studying works differently for certain people. You keep trying to studying in a quiet, secluded area while sitting down. Go someplace that there's activity! For instance, the gym." Kaminari listened carefully. "I noticed you move around a lot in my class. That means you likely learn best while moving. So we're going to be jogging while I ask you questions. That sound like a good idea?"

"At this point, I'm desperate, Mic-sensei."

"That's the spirit! What is the speed of sound?" Kaminari tried his best to answer the questions, with Mic gently correcting him as needed. He had to admit this was a lot more fun than trying to cram all those words in his head. "And that's all the questions for Science!"

"Wait, already?" Kaminari asked in surprise.

"Yeah! And guess what? You only missed 15 out of 50."

"REALLY?!" Kaminari exclaimed in excitement: that was 8 whole questions better than last time! Mic joined in, giving him a pat on the back. "Do you think you could do this with me again?"

"Sure! I jog every day after the last class period. Sometimes Midnight joins, as long as you don't mind her company!" Kaminari grinned widely. Every day for the next 4 days, he joined Mic for his jog, and Mic asked him questions while they ran. The next week, they did the same, covering a different subject every day and then recovering them in a different order. Mic gave Kaminari a thumbs up as he headed into the exam, and Kaminari gave a nervous smile. He panicked, swore silently, broke his pencil multiple times, and had more than a few tears before he was finally done with the torture, and then he waited for the results. Mina asked,

"You seem less stressed than usual. Did you find another study partner?"

"Not exactly: he showed me a different way to study so I could retain the information."

"Retain? I guess his lessons helped!" Mina laughed. Kaminari joined in. Then they got their results, and Kaminari beamed, showing his number to Mina. She gaped. "13th in the class?! You overtook Tokoyami! I got 19th again…You've gotta show me how you studied! That's a massive improvement!" He grinned.

"Sure! I've just got to let the guy know first: I want to show him that he really helped!" He found Mic in his office, looking deep in thought over a paper.

"It's an adjective, but it's being used as an adverb, and it does have the proper changes…Oh, Kaminari-kun! How are you?!" Kaminari revealed his papers with a wide smile, only to be outshined when Mic wrapped him into a massive hug. "YOU DID IT!"

"Thank you very much, Mic-sensei! I can help Mina, too!" Mic grinned widely as Kaminari laughed, racing out.