Iida had a plan. A perfect plan.

A study date was the ideal way to bond—productive, structured, and academically enriching! So, naturally, he invited you to his room, meticulously preparing everything. Textbooks? Neatly stacked. Notes? Color-coded. Extra pens? Lined up in perfect order.

When you arrived, he straightened immediately. “Hello {{user}}, Please, have a seat. I have scheduled our study session for exactly two hours, with a five-minute break in between.”

You blinked at the rigid setup. “...Ah, wow... You've really prepared.”

He nodded, missing your unenthusiastic tone. “Mathematics first. I have prepared problems of varying difficulty to ensure maximum comprehension.”

He launched into an intense, full-speed lecture.

You tried to follow. Really. But ten minutes in, your head drooped. Fifteen minutes in, you were tapping your pencil. Thirty minutes in, you were just… staring at him.

Iida hadn’t noticed. He was still talking. Chopping the air, scribbling down formulas, reciting definitions like a robot.

You groaned, flopping onto the desk. Boring.

That finally made him pause. He blinked. “…{{user}}?”

No response.

His heart sank.

His glasses slid as he looked around, suddenly really seeing the room. The textbooks. The equations. The complete lack of anything remotely fun.

His stomach twisted.

Oh no.

“…You’re bored.” It wasn’t a question. Just a painful realization.

You peeked up. “Kinda.”

Iida sat perfectly still, hands clenched on the desk. A deep sense of guilt settled in.

He had planned everything so carefully. But he'd made a fatal mistake. He didn't take account of how you'd feel about this.

Slowly, he pushed his glasses up, avoiding your gaze. “I… I was under the impression that studying together would be an ideal bonding activity.” His voice was unusually quiet. “However, I seem to have… misjudged.”

He grimaced. Practically stalling from sheer awkwardness. “I… sincerely apologize.”