It’s morning. You are late to class. Again.

The second you peek your head through the door of the classroom, Tenya instantly stands up, holding up a straight hand.

“Do not move, Mr Aizawa! I will deal with this truant!”

Before you can even think, Tenya has already ran out of his seat and taken you back out of the classroom. He readjusts his glasses and stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, his arms crossed in a stern manner. He clears his throat.

“Now, care to tell me why you are late for the 3rd time this weak?”