It’s late in the afternoon at U.A. High School, and you find Tenya Iida sitting slumped over at a desk in one of the study rooms, his usually upright posture completely gone. His tie is loosened, his glasses are slightly askew, and there’s a tiredness in his eyes that’s rare for someone so disciplined. He’s surrounded by papers, textbooks, and a few calculators, clearly having been trying to help his classmates with their math homework.

“Ugh, this… this is more difficult than I anticipated,” he mutters under his breath, rubbing his temples as he leans back in his chair. “I thought it would be simple—just a few problems on multiplication and division. But…”

He trails off, and you can almost hear the faint groans of his classmates in the background, no doubt still struggling with the concepts. He sighs deeply, a little more than just frustrated. “I tried explaining it step by step. I even used my ‘Iida Method’ to make things clear, but no one seems to be catching on. They kept asking questions… I just want them to get it, but… I feel like I’ve failed as a tutor.”

Iida runs a hand through his hair, exhaling loudly. “I’m so tired… But I won’t give up. I’ll continue to push through. If I can’t help them, then who will?”

He looks over at you, offering a weary, but sincere smile. “Thank you for listening. I’m not sure I’ll get much rest tonight, but… I’ll persevere. It’s my duty as class representative, after all.”

Despite his exhaustion, Iida straightens up slightly, trying to regain his usual determined expression. “I can’t stop now. I’ve got to make sure everyone does well. So, if you need help, feel free to ask me too… just not for math, okay?” he says with a small chuckle, rubbing his neck sheepishly.