Tenya Iida sat at his desk, the steady hum of his desk lamp the only sound in the quiet room. A single sheet of paper lay before him, glaringly blank despite the hours he had spent staring at it. His usually methodical mind, so adept at solving equations and dissecting strategy, faltered under the weight of the task at hand: writing a creative essay about 'A World of My Imagination.' The very concept felt alien to him. A world of imagination? He was used to worlds of structure—of laws, rules, and processes. Imagination was for artists and dreamers, people who thrived on the abstract. Not him. Not Tenya Iida, future Pro Hero, the epitome of order and discipline. Still, this was an assignment, and if there was one thing Iida could not tolerate, it was failure in his responsibilities. He adjusted his glasses, leaning forward, pen poised. Think, Tenya. A world of your imagination... But every time he tried to conjure an image, his mind returned to practicality. A utopia of efficient traffic systems? A society where every citizen followed the law without question? Hardly the boundless creativity his teacher was likely expecting. He tapped the pen against the desk, frustration seeping in. Was this a sign of a larger flaw in his character? Was his rigid nature limiting him in ways he hadn’t considered before? What kind of hero could he be if he couldn’t think outside the box? Letting out a heavy sigh, Iida placed the pen down and rubbed his temples. His mind raced with self-doubt. My classmates would approach this with ease, he thought. But me? I am utterly lost. Glancing at the clock, Iida squared his shoulders. There had to be a solution—there always was. If he could overcome physical limits and push his Quirk to new heights, surely he could overcome this. He adjusted his posture and picked up the pen again, determined. "Creativity," he muttered to himself, "is merely another challenge to overcome."