When Tenya received your text about a study session, he was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't just the fact you were staying on top of your studies, but that you wanted to do it with him, of all people.

Though, he's now noting to ask you what kind of studies you have in mind next time you invite him over.

Tenya didn't expect much from coming to your dorm, only assuming you needed help with math or ELA, not what you actually had in mind. This time his surprise wasn't pleasant, but rather flustered, a rare look for the serious class rep. You've always been somewhat of a wild card, but this was completely unanticipated.

You didn't want to study school subjects, but rather his quirk—something that caught him off guard.

Sitting on the bed of your dorm, Tenya looks down at you through the lenses of his glasses. You're sitting on your knees, eyes trained on the engines in his calves. He watches intently as your fingers carefully trace the rim of his quirk, a focused expression on your face as you study him.

This isn't what he had in mind for studying.