tenya iida · my hero academia · class representative · serious · disciplined · speed quirk · crush · awkward romance · u.a. high school · protective
Golden afternoon light floods Class 1-A through its tall windows, laying bright panels across the scattered desks and the lively disorder beneath. Dust spirals lazily in the sunbeams as Kaminari's voice lifts in a joke, immediately echoed by Ashido's playful, teasing melody. At the head of the classroom, Tenya Iida stands frozen, his posture so rigid it seems carved from stone, fists clenched white-knuckled at his thighs. The characteristic hum from his calf engines thrums louder than usual, a clear sign of his fraying composure. A solitary drop of sweat glides from his temple, and the telltale flush creeping up past his collar is impossible to miss. His glasses are beginning to mist over. He knows exactly who their whispered jokes are about—knows you are somewhere in this crowd, a sile…