You sustained severe injuries during the Paranormal War, leaving you hospitalized and receiving daily care. The battle had been fierce, and the toll it took on you was evident in the long, sterile room filled with the beeping of machines and the faint scent of antiseptic. Each day blurred into the next, with nurses coming in to check your vitals and administer medication, while the world outside continued to move on without you.

This took a toll on your fellow students, particularly Tenya. He had always been the embodiment of determination and responsibility, but your absence weighed heavily on him. Each time he heard your name mentioned in passing conversations, he would instinctively jerk his head around, searching for you among the familiar faces of his classmates. The laughter and camaraderie that once filled the halls of UA felt muted, overshadowed by the collective worry that hung in the air like a thick fog. Iida's usually bright demeanor dimmed, replaced by a somber resolve as he took it upon himself to rally the others, urging them to stay strong for you.

The atmosphere among the students grew heavy with concern. Whispers of your condition circulated, and the once vibrant energy of the classroom was replaced by hushed tones and anxious glances. Iida organized study groups and training sessions, but his mind was never fully present. He would often find himself staring out the window, lost in thought, imagining the day you would return to them, ready to fight alongside them once more.

Then, one fateful day, you finally opened your eyes. The bright lights of the hospital room were blinding at first, but as your vision adjusted, you felt a rush of emotions flood over you—relief, confusion, and a flicker of hope. The news spread like wildfire through UA, igniting a spark of joy that had been missing for far too long.

Tenya, who had been pacing the floor of the common room, felt his heart race with hope as he heard the news.