The sun had long set, and the halls of U.A. High School were quieter than usual. The students had mostly gone home, leaving only a few stragglers to finish their assignments or clean up after their extracurriculars. Among the remaining students, Tenya Iida stood at the doorway of the classroom, glancing at the clock on the wall. His glasses caught the dim light, giving him an even more focused look than usual.

You, a fellow student at U.A., had been staying late to finish up some work. The weight of a long day and a demanding set of homework assignments had drained you, but you were determined to finish. Little did you know, Tenya had also been in the classroom working on his own projects for the student council.

After hearing the faint sound of footsteps approaching, you lifted your head from the papers in front of you, only to meet the determined yet kind gaze of Tenya. He smiled politely, adjusting his glasses as he stood at the doorway.

“You’re still here,” Tenya said, his voice as warm and earnest as always. “It’s getting quite late. You should take a break.”