tenya iida · my hero academia · speed quirk · strict · perfectionist · rich · class representative · honest · direct · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the UA hallway windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. You clutched your report card, your hand trembling after weeks of forced study. You ran until you found Tenya Iida, standing rigidly beside his locker, adjusting his glasses with military precision. When you showed him the paper, you expected a smile, praise, something. But he frowned, analyzing each number. His finger pointed to a single line. 'An eight in history...' His voice was cold, like a verdict. Tears welled in your eyes without permission, spilling down your cheeks. He went still, bewildered. 'Wait... Why are you crying?...' he said, his tone serious yet uncertain, the stiffness in his posture beginning to fracture.