The written tests nearly killed me the following class day.
Mina had forgotten to get my notebook back from Aoyama before the tests were passed out - and I was a lot more tired from yesterday than I thought I would be. A lack of my review materials, plus brain-drained, equals me mostly working off of common sense. And apparently the rules and regulations concerning hero conduct under corporate privacy – doesn't follow common sense. Despite the fatigue and discouragement, I barely passed the test. Just barely. The other tests, I'm not sure on yet. Mr. Aizawa stepped out to look over the bonus material he had us do.

Aoyama passed the main test with flying colors. I wonder if I should feel proud of my notes, or be disappointed that I couldn't remember anything that I had written down in them.
Mina fell far below the passing mark. Some would say that it was karma biting her back for her forgetfulness, but I know it's just because she didn't study the notes I gave her. She's never been a fan of studying notes, even if she's the one who asked for it.
Midoriya, even without being returned his notebook, passed the test with relative ease. Supposedly how hero companies work within international guidelines is very similar to how they work within most non-disclosure contracts in Japan. If you know how they handle things in one environment, then you'll have a solid guess as to how they'd handle the other.
Or at least, that's what Midoriya blabbed on about in his text.
He texted me just after Mr. Aizawa stepped out. He had texted me just before the test too. He and I have kind of been texting each other a lot more often than we thought we would. It started with my train ride home last night - when he had texted me 'Thanks for today' out of common courtesy. Somehow we ended up branching off from that, and continued the conversations we had made throughout that day. Before we knew it, we were texting past midnight. I even found myself texting him in the morning, shortly after waking up.
I suppose I could blame our texting for my tiredness today. But heavy messaging sessions never wore me out before. When Mina and the others get excited about a topic, my phone never stops vibrating. Though, that's with four other girls. And I think Midoriya can compete with their bulk messaging just by himself.

Midoriya is… awfully talkative in text. I suppose I should have expected as much with how often he mutters to himself. Back when he saw me as just another girl, he could never get more than a few sentences out just to ask me a question. But with our time together yesterday, that changed to him being unable to say anything less than a paragraph's worth. Possibly because he felt a lot less pressured by my gender at that point - seeing me more as a close friend than a potential interest.
With the verbal etiquette we reserve for those unfamiliar and opposite-gendered removed, it was only natural for the two of us to increase in our social boldness. The boldness that bloomed from him, in particular, came in the form of words per minute. My phone's message screen was absolutely drowned by his thumb-typed words last night, just as it is right now. I'm pretty sure he can contend for a texting world record if he honestly tried.
I don't mind the ranting. The things he says to me are interesting. Well, how he puts them is what I find interesting. With Midoriya, everything he ever explains or talks about are things he's overly-passionate for. Even if it's a subject about making a sandwich, his amusing charisma will convince you that it's a topic of great, personal importance.
This much interest in talking with someone else is foreign for me. The kind of conversations we have, the depth and layers I find in them, the eagerness I have to respond. None of it is familiar to what I've experienced before. I'm more used to the typical shallow talks - gossip and the sort. The kind I can just throw my opinions in from time to time to stoke the fires of curiosity, but eventually watch the embers of a topic fizzle out. My friends and I talk about all sorts of things all the time, every day - but none of what we talk about ever really holds weight or permanence, in comparison.
The way Midoriya speaks with me, though - the way he gets me invested in his strange, conversational riddles - is just so different from all that. I think I'm genuinely enjoying it.
It may just be because I'm inexperienced in socializing. Growing up, I didn't have many friends, for various reasons. With so few around, there just wasn't much of an opportunity for me to talk with earnest, or carry lengthy discussions like this. I mostly just sat and listened to others from the sidelines - never really involving myself, and never learning how. The way I talk to others now - 'straight and to the point' as Iida describes it - comes from that kind of isolated inexperience. I wouldn't know how to bring back up an old or related topic, nor would I know how to catch someone's interest in chatting with me… So I would just say things like how they are at the present, simply and harshly. That way I wouldn't need any of the verbal skills gained from experience - like flare or subtlety - to share my thoughts with others correctly.
It made me more prone to misunderstanding people's sarcasms, sure, but my way of speaking makes it clear to others that I prefer 'plain' honesty over that kind of stuff. And Midoriya seems to agree with me in that sentiment. He says everything that's on his mind, everything weighing down on his chest - even if others might find it a chore to listen to his lengthy explanations. That's what has me so interested in our conversations and what he has to say, I think. The honesty between us.
Maybe Midoriya's just as inexperienced as me. Maybe we're both a little naïve about this. But I don't think there's anything to be ashamed of when it comes to being genuine. So it should be fine if we keep talking like this. And it should be fine that I enjoy it so much. Speaking of which…

I feel my phone vibrating again. Midoriya must have figured out what he got wrong on the test and is getting back to me on it. I wonder if he's ignoring Iida's lecture just to text me?

I nearly fall off my chair.

I received a media message. Not from Midoriya. But from Mina.
Under the words 'Can U feel the Luv?' is a picture of Midoriya and I... from the amusement park. We're sitting at the bench - a distant sunset acting as a stunning backdrop, our upper halves turned towards one another in full, affectionate attention, our hands pressed up against each other's, and our eyes - looking upwards, intimately, between our fingers, and into each other.
This photo was taken so out of context that I had thought it was edited! But it took seconds for me to realize that it was just perfectly timed, and so perfectly angled. It's a stunning shot!

Except… it isn't. It's a terrible picture. It's completely misinterpreting what was happening in that moment. Midoriya and I were comparing hand sizes as part of an argument, to prove the point about my tiny wrists! Not… whatever this is…
When did it get so warm in here?
My head feels hot.
This photo is all wrong. We're not doing… that! But it looks like it - wow, it really does look like it. No, not 'wow'! 'No way', more like!
I should be offended. I am offended. I'm really offended.
But why would I be offended? Midoriya and I look perfect for each other.

WHAT AM I THINKING

I slam the phone face-flat onto my table, holding back a frustrated yell. I don't know what kind of frustration, but it's there.
Mina is across the room, giving me the smuggest snicker I've ever seen. Momo and Toru are staring hard into their phones. She must have sent it to them too. Toru's squealing now. Momo's not saying anything, but she's just completely hunched over her table - almost like she's staring at something inappropriate. Behind me, I can hear Jiro's 'impressed' whistle. Why is this happening...
I glare daggers at Mina.
She stares back with a stunned expression. I don't think she's ever seen me get angry before. Not that it mattered - as she goes right back to her smugly grin. She's getting a real kick out of this. Oh I want to throw something at her so badly.
Wait, why am I getting upset? This is just a juvenile picture sent to me just to get a rise out of me. The misunderstanding with this had already been settled, so this little prank means nothing. This shouldn't bother me at all. It's not a big-

I stupidly flipped my phone back over to give the photo a second look. Now my head is spinning. I want to yell. Yell what, I don't know. I really don't know. This photo is so wrong. It's very, very wrong. I need to delete it from my history right now.
I should. I really should. But...
I'm looking at the photo again and I can't bring myself to do it. It's too perfect of a shot. To delete it would be a waste, right? But what would the point of even keeping it be? What, am I going to put it up as a wallpaper? It's not the worst idea. Except, it is! This is just a stupid, terrible photo! Delete it, Tsuyu! Just delete it! After three more seconds, I'll delete it, for sure. Two more seconds… One and a half…

"What are you looking at?"

"KEROOOOOOOO!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Midoriya and I look at each other - completely stunned. He yelled right as I screeched. I probably scared him half to death... And from the looks of my surrounding classmates: I probably scared everyone in the room half to death. I've never yelled like that in the classroom. Or in public. My face is really red now. I want to shrink into a ball, and keep shrinking until I'm completely gone. Or maybe I should ask Uraraka to make me float away into infinity.

"Are you okay?"

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Now Uraraka is completely stunned and staring at me. My heart might have stopped... or it's beating so fast that I can't feel it anymore.
I can't let her see the photo. What am I thinking? I can't let ANYONE see this photo! I need to delete it from everyone's phones!
No, I need to calm down and think rationally. They'll only be more curious of the photo if I try to get rid of it so suddenly. If, instead, I were to let a neutral party see it and they don't make a big deal out of it - then interest in it should drop, and I'll be able to delete it safely. But who would be the least caring towards this photo? Or at least: who wouldn't cause waves if they reacted to it in any way?
My answer is already staring at me even before I could turn towards him. He's forcing his eye to glimmer and shine while he winks at me. Aoyama Yuga. Sparkling boy.

"A-Aoyama, what do you think of it?" I ask as I reach my phone towards him. My voice is trembling, I need to relax it. This plan should work. No need to get anxious.
Aoyama is sitting at his seat, his head propped up by his arms on his table - his fingers holding up his chin elegantly. He looks ridiculous as usual. Perfect.
With a swing of his hair, he looks down at my phone, staring directly into the photo... He looks back up at me, then at Midoriya... And his eyebrows waggle in suggestive approval.
That was not how I expected him to react.

"Eh?" Midoriya responds with a confused, and very worried look.

"I think the picture's perfect." Momo, of all people, answers the question that wasn't directed at her. She's giving Mina a heartful thumbs-up.

Midoriya, completely curious now, looks over Momo's shoulder to see. And his face immediately turns to stone.

"SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!" Midoriya roars as he throws Momo's phone at full-power, through the classroom window. The glass of the room's windows shatter all at once, and a boom in the outside air causes other nearby classroom windows to explode.

Everyone stares out the classroom's now-glassless openings - unsure of what just happened.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Mr. Aizawa growls as he peeks into the room.

I'd like to go home now, please.