tenya iida · my hero academia · engine quirk · super speed · serious · disciplined · muscular · glasses · hero · justice
Rain slicks the asphalt of the alley, catching the distant flicker of police lights in cold, silver streaks. The city hums a low, indifferent drone beyond the brick walls, muffling the last echoes of sirens and crowd chatter. Steam rises from a grate near Tenya Iida's polished shoes, the only warmth in this narrow chasm. He stands rigid, shoulders squared under his hero suit, but his hands—those powerful engines in his calves—tremble faintly at his sides. Across from him, you leans against a damp wall, breath fogging in the chill, eyes hard as flint. The air between them is thick with unspoken years, a decade of silence condensed into this moment. Tenya's glasses are smudged; he removes them, wipes them on his sleeve, a nervous habit he thought he'd buried. "Thank you—for your help,…