#electrichus

❝ ... i studied hard for this but i just can't wrap my head around it ! ❞ the letters and words never made sense . he just couldn't comprehend or understand it at all , the way words combined and floated across the page - none of it made sense ! ❝ i just can't do it ! i'm not good at learning - i do better at practical stuff .. like hero classes . ❞ but that's not his favourite thing either , nor the thing he's best at . instead he prefers - ❝ but mostly ... i love music ! i'm good at that . i could study it for days , plus i'd say i'm pretty good at playing ! ❞

honestly, he was expecting there to be a bit of a push-back on his grading. maybe some groans here and there and some whooping. what he doesn't expect is kaminari approaching him when hizashi assumed the class had emptied itself out already ; as he's flitting around the desk and wiping all the chalk off of the board behind him. there's a beat of surprise on his end, listening to such an earnest student that he can't help but soften up to. even just a little. it was his job to teach, not to punish.

" listen, kid. tests are tests, and tests suck sometimes. i believe you when you say you tried your best. " he knew a thing or two about doing well on paper and not doing well in the field, and it seemed this kid had the opposite problem. it was fascinating, and so blond hums a short note before checking over his own copy of the test.

" i don't mind forming a study club if you need it. i'm sure plenty of other students need it, too. " he gives a little sniff, almost inwardly trying to hide the snort at the image of all the twos and threes that collected in the stack of graded papers. ones, sure, floated here and there from what he remembered. hizashi's pretty sure one of those ones was kaminari's, and so he gives a firm nod.

" english is a tough language. i grew up speaking it, surrounded by it. but you haven't, and aren't, atleast to my knowledge. and that's alright! but that's probably why it's been a little bit more difficult, ya dig? as for music ... "

wide smile decorates his face once more.

" i get having interests that capture your focus more. i'm the same way with music, myself. i guess you just gotta look for something you enjoy in things that aren't as interesting, to motivate you more! " his eyes light up after a beat of thought on his end. " oy, why not just combine music and studying? have you tried listening to some songs in english, and playing or singing along? "

Fate has always sounded like a romantic idea to Ochako, but she's not sure she's ever really believed in it. There's too much suffering in the world for that. Too many people exist who's fates are too unfair for her to want to accept it... but sometimes... well, she wonders.

"Oh, Kaminari-kun!" Ochako smiles as she notices the hand on her shoulder, turning around with an open and enthused expression. "Ahaha, sorry... I was spacing out again. Were you talking to me?"

He approached Kaminari with the same blank expression he usually wore. Though, if his classmate looked close enough, he would notice the curiosity burning in his gaze.

"Kaminari," he called out. "I need to ask you something."

There's a moment of tension as Fritz sizes up the hero who seems to be oh-so-interested in his music, but it quickly subsides as he comes to the quick realization that he is not, in fact, one of the types to smear the heroism right into his face.

...Well, better than any other alternatives, really.

Fritz ponders over the question that was posed after that little stint of scrutiny. His first instrument? Hm. "Unlike what the current instruments suggest -" that is, a keyboard and percussion pad, "- my very first instrument was the oboe. The other instrument that I would consider to be my first - the one that I really practiced with - was the bassoon." He stuffs his hands in his pockets and shrugs.