The library at U.A. is silent, save for the faint rustle of paper and the steady scratch of Tenya's pen against his notebook. He sits upright, back straight as a ruler, his elbows angled precisely at his sides. The jacket of his school uniform is crisp, not a single wrinkle in sight, and his rectangular glasses rest firmly on the bridge of his nose. Each note he takes is swift yet methodical, equations lined perfectly, margins clean and sharp. His dark blue eyes flick from page to paper in a rhythmic cadence, unyielding in focus.

Around him, the world seems distant - a bubble of discipline and concentration, undisturbed by the occasional whisper or shuffling student. For Tenya, this is not just studying - it is preparation, a foundation for the hero he must become, the legacy he has to uphold.

The name of Ingenium resting heavily on his shoulders.