So, I'm gonna do a time skip here. Hope ya don't mind! (I did a poll on Quotev to see if people would like that and they did. )

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The semester was coming to an end and summer break was nearing each day! Mr. Aizawa announced that we were going to a special training camp and I was so stoked. But we had to study hard to pass the test to get in. And considering the fact I never had an education (yet somehow, I got into U.A.), I needed a tutor really bad. . . .

Right now, I was sitting in class as the bell rang.

"Man, I hope I pass this test—if I don't, my life is over. I NEED TO GO TO THIS CAMP!!!" Mina cried to the heavens (aka ceiling).

"I'll just listen to one of those eight-hour subliminal videos on YouTube that claim I can become a math genius overnight and then see how I'll do on the test," Hanta added.

"I hope you fail so I don't have to look at your painfully plain face all summer," Katsuki spat.

"Hey, Bakugou. You're smart, tutor us then!" Eijiro suggested.

"Heh. For a price," he smirked.

"SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY," Denki flopped on the ground, dropping all the Monopoly money from his wallet.

I sighed and plopped my head on my desk, whining, "If only someone would tutor me. . ."

Almost instantly, all the guys in my class surrounded my desk like a bunch of ants after dried up Kool-Aid, screeching in unison, "I'LL TUTOR YOU!!!"

I fell back in my chair, taking a nosedive for the floor. "OOF—oh, well, that was easy." I sat back up and scanned them all. "Hmm. . .well, I don't wanna reject the rest of you if I pick just one or anything."

"Why? You did that at the dance," said Mineta, who was slapped by Eijiro.

"True, but still. I don't know who I should pick anyway. . ."

"Well, (Y/N). I would be honored to properly educate you before the Training Camp," Tenya told me, waving his arms around like he was swatting houseflies.

"Me too!" Denki told me, even though he had the worst grades out of all of us.

"That'd be dangerous," Katsuki retorted.

"Well, I certainly don't mind. . ." Deku chuckled nervously.

That's when I had an idea.

I decided to pick Deku, Katsuki, Tenya, and Shouto to be my tutors since they had the best grades out of all the other braindead dudes. We would all gather separately at different times in the week. First, I was going to meet up with Tenya. I figured it was a good idea to meet up with him at the library the next day.

I rushed to the library while riding on Kermit, still in my school uniform, and searched the building for Tenya. I hurled Kermit into a nearby trashcan so he wouldn't make a ruckus with his stupid angst. Finally, I found Tenya—just sitting at a lonesome table.

I waltzed over and sat down with him. "Hiya~!" I greeted.

"Good afternoon, (Y/N)," he greeted. "It is truly an honor to be able to transfer my pearls of wisdom to you and rejuvenate your brain with fresh knowledge this fine day."

"Kewl," I responded. "Just teach me smarts."

"As you wish." He opened a literal tome (aka his textbook) and flipped through some pages. "You are struggling in Algebra 2, am I correct?"

"Pretty much."

"Alright. First let's start from the basics. What's two times two?"

"Easy. Four," I answered.

"Now that you have your times tables memorized, let's skip into precalculus." He stopped the book at page five-hundred and two.

"Haha, what."

"We might even get into some actual calculus today just so you're prepared."

"WHAT—"

"Here." He pointed his finger on a question that looked Greek to me and asked, "The equation of a circle in the xy-plane is shown above. What is the radius of the circle? A) 2? B) 3? C) 4? Or D) 9?"

So, I answered, "Yes."

"You know what? I think we should try something simpler."

"No chiz."

He whipped out some Doritos and said, "Count all of these."

"Uh. . .five?" I answered.

"Good, you can count. Now, let's try some flashcards. I brought some back from home." He pulled out a card and asked me, "What's ten times two?"

"Twenty," I answered.

"I don't see where you're struggling. Anyway, back to precalculus. Work all the prime numbers one through one-hundred." He handed me a permanent marker and left me to my own devices. "You cannot erase your mistakes."

I screamed inside, knowing this was going to take all night.

"Let me play some soothing zen music of thunderstorms in the rainforest on my phone for you in order to concentrate." He did that which was oh-so helpful.

I had no idea what I was doing, so I just wrote random numbers all over the problems, hoping I would get at least one right.

Finally, after an hour, I finished all the problems by merely guessing.

"You did not do the correct problems. You did composite. Please redo them."

"No way!" I shouted. "That took forever! I'd end up doing all of them."

"The pain helps you learn."

"The pain is melting my brain!!"

"Then let us read this Harry's Magic Tables book together. I read this everyday as a child before I went to bed."

I groaned. How could this get any worse? "Fineee."

I looked at his book and said, "That's obviously a Harry Potter rip-off!"

"Who is this Harry Potter you speak of?" he asked me.

I banged my head against the table and listened to him recite times tables to me. All. Evening. Long.

After that total disaster, I left to go home. Tomorrow, I would have to meet up with Deku at a soda fountain shop. I'm not sure how that was a good place to study, but I didn't question his tutoring techniques—since I figured he was just trying to sneak in a date or something.

I arrived at the place Deku told me to visit. It was just like every other soda fountain shop. Soda everywhere.

"Oh, hey, (Y/N)!" he smiled.

I walked over and sat down with him in the booth. "Hey. So, you're gonna teach me?"

"Well, I hope that I can teach you something—even though I'm not that confident in my teaching skills."

"Can't be worse than what I had to endure yesterday."

"I just don't wanna disappoint you."

"Well, let's get started then," I grinned.

"I even brought smiley face stickers and golden stars for when you get a problem right!"

"Gee, thanks. That'll really lift my mood."

"I know, right? Anyway, I printed out some addition and subtraction worksheets from the internet for you."

I looked at them and saw that instead of numbers—they used apples and various fruit. It looked like something a kindergartner would be given.

"Wow. This is big brain time," I commented.

"Well, I didn't wanna overwhelm you on your first day. . ." he muttered. "And I didn't really know what level you were at anyway."

"I'm smarter than a fifth grader."

I was starting to wonder if he didn't want to overwhelm his own brain.

"I'm mainly struggling in Algebra 2," I explained. "But I'm good at science."

Deku, who looked dead inside, told me, "Honey, you've got a big storm comin'."

I put my index finger up and tried to say something, but then I didn't.

So, he pulled out his Algebra 2 textbook and placed it in front of me. "Let's go over some of these symbols. I forgot what a lot of them are called—but I call the '√' symbol the Verizon symbol. I call this little triangle the Illuminati. And the 'Σ' is called Greek E."

Maybe I should have just stuck with Tenya.

"Now, just work out these problems and if you get one right, you get a looloopop."

He handed me an All Might pencil with a calculator.

"Shouldn't I work these out on my own?" I asked.

"Pfft, who does?" Deku suddenly pulled out his Gameboy and started playing Tetris the entire time I was studying—with the volume turned all the way up.

For sure, I would bomb the test if these guys didn't improve their tutoring techniques. If I couldn't attend the training camp, what would even be the point in memeing? What would be the point in ANY of it!? I had to go because that's where all the hawt boys would be. I know I apologized for kissing all of them behind their backs, but that didn't change the fact I was still thinking about which one I should be wed to. I mean, I already had names for our children picked out! Our pet hamsters even!

After some time, he broke my train of thought and asked me, "What soda would you like?"

"Soda is just crunchy water," I replied.

"Ginger Ale it is then."

He went off to do that. I eventually got one problem right. Maybe I wasn't as braindead as I thought I was.

"Wow! I can't believe I did it! I got one right!" I was so excited; I spawned a Chuck Norris without even thinking. So, I pulled up my Mike Wazowski backpack and skipped out the door.

Deku came back, holding two beverages in his hands. "(Y/N), they didn't have Ginger Ale, so I got you some coffee that I found from outside—wait, you're not (Y/N)."

Chuck Norris looked at him and said, "No, but I do like me some noice, Gucci, garbage coffee."

Deku only groaned.

I felt a bit bad for abandoning Deku, but my brain was already so tired from doing that much studying. But I'll send him some deep-fried fish crackers later to make up for it.