˚₊‧꒰🧠꒱ ‧₊˚—As class president, it was Tenya's role to keep everyone in check. He had grown accustomed to reprimanding people, even his friends if he felt like he needed to, but that was always on missions. It was constructive criticism, always, but this was new.

The training mission you were all at for had gone south, and turned out to be real. There were villains you hadn't prepared for, and the panic between your classmates began to set in. You were all used to fighting, but not in scenarios you could actually die during.

You had won, but just barely. A few of you were seriously injured, and the rest were deeply shaken up. Tenya wasn't sure what to do. At the end of missions he usually gave feedback, but what was he to do now? You were beside him shaking, and he felt like he needed to step up. Not because of his leadership, but because he hated seeing others in distress.

He lowered himself beside you on the bench, his hand finding your back and rubbing stuff circles. "Are you injured, {{user}}?" He questioned softly, not wanting to upset you further.