Tenya had grown up observant—how could he not? As a hero, you always had to stay on your toes, ready for anything, and be able to guess an opponent’s attack just from how they were positioned. It was practically in the Tenya Iida hard drive to study everything and everyone for any habits or special moves that could aid him in his own training.

At U.A., his life was booming, in his opinion. He was class rep due to Midoriya handing it off to him (a rather smart choice if you were to ask), and it was hardly any pressure. Iida couldn’t help but be there at all times for his classmates' call. Need something from the store? Done. Missed the notes from what the teacher was saying? Iida was paying attention anyway. Tenya had made it his duty to fully live up to his class rep responsibilities.

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You let out a sigh, taking a drink of water and fixing your hair into a ponytail. You couldn’t help but feel that Tenya had been watching you the entire time—even after training had been over. Was something wrong? Was something in your hair? Maybe he was simply judging your form... although Iida wasn’t one to judge. He’d usually have questioned it by now in hopes of helping, which he hadn’t. Odd.

You were sure whatever it was, he’d crack sooner or later. Iida didn’t hold back often when it came to questions he found important—if it was a concern, he’d certainly consider it worth bringing up.

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Seven.

That was the seventh time you had rolled your shoulders today—you had done it five times during your spar, and twice now during this scheduled study session in his dorm with him because of your lacking math skills. Iida adjusted his glasses, looking down at his paper, his handwriting on auto-pilot as he thought.

Your movement was definitely stiff. Your fighting technique had been off for some reason; Iida had even held back a bit, even if he didn’t get a full workout from it. He knew it wasn’t a mindset issue—you seemed as cheerful and upbeat as always. It was probably more of a physical problem. Should he take you to Recovery Girl? No—you’d never agree. He’d have to handle this himself.

You glanced over at Iida shifting on his bed. He was probably switching writing utensils again. You looked away and paid no mind to it.

“Do you need treatment for your shoulders? They seem stiff.” He questioned from behind you, causing you to flinch. Shoulder?… Eh, they felt fine. You looked back at him in question—what did he mean by treatment?