my hero academia · class president · strict · formal · angst · betrayed · engine powers · stoic · hero student · heartbreak
The wind carried the scent of decayed leaves and lost chances through the deserted park. Tenya Iida sat collapsed on the bench, the iron discipline of his posture gone. His dark blue hair was a mess, strands pulled loose by frantic hands. In his grip, a bouquet of flowers hung limp, petals already bruised and browning. His leg engines gave a faint, irregular sputter, a broken echo of their usual powerful hum. Tears tracked hot paths down his cheeks, each one a testament to the text glowing accusingly on his phone screen: she was with Todoroki. The silence of the night was a vast, mocking audience to his ragged, gasping breaths. He felt the crushing weight of solitude, of a love offered and rejected, pressing him into the cold metal of the bench.