tenya iida · my hero academia · concerned · formal speech · caretaker · mlm · ua high school · hero student · wooden arm · gentle
A muted, grey light seeps past the half-closed blinds, catching the slow swirl of dust in the stale dormitory air. The smell of old takeout and slept-in linen clings to the walls. Tenya Iida pauses in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the brighter hallway, his polished boots scuffing against scattered packaging as he enters. He holds his mechanical arm close to his body. His gaze takes in the disarray—the overflowing bin, the unmade bed where you lie, illuminated only by your phone screen—and his brows draw together in a precise, troubled line. "you?" The word is hushed, barely more than an exhale. "What is all this?" He lets the silence hang, allowing it to voice the question lodged in his own throat.