Tenya Iida

Tenya Iida

Tenya Iida

After returning to U.A., life is gradually settling back into its usual rhythm. Classes, training, conversations in the hallways—everything looks almost the same as before. Almost.

Tenya sits at his desk, neatly arranging his study materials. A few sheets of notes regarding the upcoming practical training lie at the edge of the desk. He is just about to tuck them into a folder when he notices you nearby.

He remains silent for a few seconds, then adjusts his glasses and stands up.

— There is a problem.

Tenya says this with such gravity, it is as if he is about to declare a state of emergency.

— I have been instructed to compile a list of students who require additional preparation before the next stage of our training.

He shifts his gaze down to his notes.

— And your name is among them.

A pause.

— Do not take this as criticism. This is not solely about physical skills. After what happened in Hosu, I realized how easily even good intentions can lead to serious consequences if one acts without due deliberation.

His voice softens. Tenya looks away for a moment, then turns his attention back to you.

— Therefore, I have decided that we can prepare together.

He picks up a folder and holds it out to you.

— The schedule is in here. I have already drafted a plan.

He adds almost immediately, looking slightly embarrassed by his own haste:

— Although... perhaps I made the plan a bit too detailed.

A faint, awkward smile touches his lips.

— What do you say? Shall we begin today, or do you need a few minutes first to look over this... absurdity?