John
***𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢? 𝚈𝚎𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.***

*Did Tenya forget to go out for his daily run? No, he just chose not to.*

*Might there have been a schedule he had to deal with? Absolutely, but breaking his weekend schedule was valid if the willpower within him was strong enough.*

*... This wasn't like him. Staying locked in his room all day, ignoring calls and texts, even cancelling a tutoring lesson! Iida himself knew this, but after collecting leftover breakfast from the lounge earlier this morning, he wanted nothing more than to hide away with his shame in his room. And it was tearing him from the inside out, the fact he couldn't find it in himself to open the door, head to the lounge, or even step foot outside, in fear of everyone taking one good look at him and knowing what he'd done. What they did.*

*Okay, maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought it was. But it was still a shameful action, being kissed by someone who was nearly a stranger to him! Not only that, but his parents wouldn't ever condone the inner feelings Tenya had been experiencing, as the person he kissed was a man, above all things. He'd never thought he'd see the day where Iida would find himself being... Whatever he was feeling, towards the pink-haired artist. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been right, as it was foreign, and changes in what Iida knew best, his emotions, was not something he was going to take kindly to. Which is why he himself couldn't understand why he was letting this get to him! *
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*Maybe he should apologise. For what, he wasn't sure. Splayed out on his bed, Tenya ran a hand through his hair, using the other to reach out for his phone. His blinds had been shut, so when the light of the phone's screen made itself known, it nearly blinded the man. A tear of pain left adjusting eyes, and he opened his text messages with Nakamura. Typing out a message, Tenya asked if the two could talk. Inner nerves screamed at him, telling him that interacting with him wasn't the best idea, at all. That it would just be best to leave him alone, and forget it ever happened. But he wanted oh-so desperately to resolve things between the two, after all, as a representative of U.A., a second year at that, it wouldn't be good if he weren't on good terms with someone from 2-C. Rolling onto his side, Tenya hit the send button. *

**'𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳. 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙿𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂.'**

*He... Unfriended him? Brows furrowing, a sinking feeling in his stomach unearthed within himself. He should have known he shouldn't have left the other muted for the past couple of days, yet he didn't expect this to happen. Returning to lying on his back, Tenya stared at the phone for a moment longer. He pressed the send button again. And of course that didn't work, as the same message made itself known. He got the point, and with an audible sigh, the phone slipped from Tenya's hands, falling softly onto his chest. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe talking to him wasn't the best idea. It would only cause more trouble for the both of them, anyways.*

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*Okay, he's laid in bed long enough. Pulling himself from the bed, ruffled sheets stuck to his waist, following him off the bed. With a hushed sound of disappointment, Tenya began to tidy up his room, from the messy bed to even his already tidied-up desk. He opened the blinds and the windows, to allow the staleness of the air to flow out, welcoming the fresh fall breeze. *

*Thanks to the presence of actual light in the room, Tenya was able to catch a glimpse of himself. Sensitive skin was reddened due to the prolonged amount of time he'd spent in bed that morning, and his hair was the definition of bedhead. Short and medium-length locks branched out every which way off his head, he looked nothing short of a righteous mess. Grabbing the brush on top of the vanity, Tenya tidied up his hair, coming to a decision that he'd have to go to the barber sometime soon. *

*After primping and preening in the mirror, Iida took a seat at his desk, pulling out his sketchbook. Opening up the neatly decorated book, sketches of the same idea, yet different compositions filled his brain. He was planning on submitting an artwork for the competition, but he still had yet to come up with something that pleased him. So, pulling out his graphite pencil, he began to block out ideas, becoming lost in the worlds he was creating on paper.*
Jeremy
*Yuga paused in his steps as he overheard something that caught his attention. Iida hasn't been seen in a while? That does seem unlike him. Yuga's eyebrows furrowed as he listened, becoming concerned for his classmate. Yuga knows of Tenya Iida, but he doesn't now him as well as some other students know him.*

__"Monsieur Iida, maybe my charming personality will cheer you up. Although I'm afraid you wouldn't want to see me, for I am not that close to you. I'm worried for you, it wouldn't hurt to check up on you."__ Yuga thought to himself as he lurked in the shadows, still eavesdropping on the random persons conversation.*

*Yuga looked right at you, yes you, he smiled widely and then nodded. Signaling that he is walking to go check up on Tenya Iida. Yuga tends to do that, some people say he's weird because he looks at random places. Sometimes talking, sometimes just staring or nodding. Some find it creepy but it's known that Yuga likes to break the 4th wall once in a while. Yuga walked semi fast, hoping nothing too bad had happened that caused Iida to disappear. Not that he actually did but Yuga just thinks different. Yuga wouldn't know where to find Iida but he'll just check the first place that came to mind, the dorms. That's a lie, Yuga originally thought Iida would be in the library or something because Iida's a booksworm. Or something along those lines, maybe because Iida is always studying. At least that's Aoyamas perspective. Eventually arriving at Iida's dorm.*

**"Monsieur Iida? Bonjour, Are you in there??"**
Janie
*Graphite-stained hands danced in an effortless tango of creation, pencil bringing every idea trapped in that creative corner of Tenya's brain that is usually kept tucked away from most people. Most people would not suspect that the uptight male spent his 'me time' dabbling in the practice of fine arts. Sure, he's never sold a piece, and would never dare exhibit his art pieces to anyone who didn't know about his hidden talents. There was only one person he'd been comfortable with actively presenting his work to, and they weren't talking at the moment. Iida's train of thought wandered once more as he let his hands lead him on his journey of creation. *

*And without thinking it, said hands drew that man, albeit in monochromatic colour, Tenya could still see the pink hue in long hair cascading gracefully down the sides of his face, those alluring rosy eyes catching even the artist off guard. The pencil fell from his hand as he stared at the sketch, stuck between shock and awe. Yes, the doodle might have exuded a sense of mourning from Iida's loss of a friendship, but simply put, it was beautiful. *

*Oh dear, what was he thinking! Allowing his mind to wander like this was disrespectful, especially to him! To think of him in a way similar to Pygmalion and his statue, even Tenya's parents would be disappointed in his lack of discipline. The two had only been friends, and even that was still something Iida wasn't sure about, not after that. Head hanging low, Tenya prayed to whomever was up there, in the heavens. *
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"Please forgive me," *He uttered under his breath, a mute sigh escaping his lips. *

*Maybe he'd been expecting the day to pass by without a knock on the door, hoping that his peers would understand his unspoken want to stay holed up in his room. Alas, he is the class president, and although his intense and strict presence may put off his classmates in a way, he's still a friend to them. Thus, there was no escaping at least one worried classmate. And, to Tenya's surprise, it wasn't Midoriya, or Uraraka, or even Shoto knocking on the bedroom door. 'Twas the sparkling Frenchman, Yuga Aoyama, who had actually been one of his peers since last year. *

***"Monsieur Iida? Bonjour, are you in there?" **The overall peppiness of the voice took Tenya off guard, causing him to jolt in his seat. He'd nearly shot up from his desk, knees bumping into the handy table more than once as he pried himself from his little workstation. In haste, Tenya lunged for his closet, opening the doors and pulling out a quick ensemble of clothes; his favourite plain light blue polo and some greyish-brown slacks. Hastily throwing off his clothes, night-wear somehow falling into a neat pile next to his hamper, he slipped on his polo with ease, but as for his slacks, he couldn't say the same.*
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"Give me a moment!" *Tenya called out, foot catching onto whatever was inside his left pant leg. Standing on one foot wasn't easy, and the class president was anything but graceful, so with one big tug, his leg went through the pant leg...*

*But physics pulled him in the direction his arms tugged, and the next thing Iida knew, he was on the floor. Dazed from the fall, Tenya rested his head against the floor with a sigh. What was he doing down here again? It took a moment of silence for him to pull himself back together, but then he remembered the task at hand. Taking things more slowly, he sat up, shuffling around in a seated position as he carefully dressed his other leg. Pulling himself upwards, Tenya shook his head, attempting to lose the ringing headache he'd given himself. Grabbing the handle carefully, he turned the knob with one hand and used the other to fix his hair. Which, genuinely didn't help much. *

"Ah, Aoyama." *Blue eyes locked on golden ones with that familiar stern intensity, and Iida gave a hospitable smile in return for Aoyama's radiant grin.* "... Is there something you need?"

*He stood in the doorway with a stiff posture, which completely contrasted his own appearance; messy hair, crumpled clothing, flushed face, and askew glasses was what Yuga had been met with, and it seemed like Tenya didn't seem to notice this about himself.*
Jim
*Yuga stood at the door fiddling with his white ruffled shirt, for it was wrinkled a bit. He used his hands to wipe off hair on his jeans. Yuga took a deep breath, he was about to interact with a fellow classmate. To which he wasn't personaly close with. Some could call them friends but Yuga mostly saw Iida as more of a acquaintance. Yuga was sure that it was mutual between the two.*

*Yuga stood there awaiting for Iida to answer, if he was in the dorm. There was no way of knowing is Iida was actually here. Yuga's purple eyes yearning for answers of why Iida hadn't been seen for a while. A brain filled with worry and anxiety, Yuga did care a lot for his classmates. Maybe more than anyone could for him. Sighing heavily, almost thinking that Iida wasn't here. Yuga felt a small sense of guilt for himself, that even he didn't notice that Iida wasn't around. Yuga felt bad, he really did because he's always observes people. Although Yuga us barely online because he's mostly lurking throughout the school, listening to conversations.*

__"Oh Monsieur Iida, for what is troubling you!? Maybe some glitter would assist in your troublesss~"✨__ 

*Yuga thought to himself as he put a hand onto his face, onto his cheek. With a face full of worry now. Suddenly Yuga heard a thump from coming from inside Iida's dorm. Yuga always refers to people by their last name unless stated otherwise, it's just out of respect to his classmates. Since he's not super close to anyone at the moment. Yuga felt a beam of hope come from within as he reached back and grabbed a small bottle. It contained blue glitter, perfect for Iida, hopefully it'll cheer him up. Yuga waited patiently but he couldn't help but to feel excited. This was just going to be magnficant! Absolutely stunning!*

__"Ooo! Monsieur Iida! You are in there! How wonderful! I'm glad you are bien! But I need to find out why you locked yourself away from others~ I worry for you!"__

*Yuga thought to himself as he started to shine again. Shining with gladness and relief that nothing serious had happened to his classmate. Of course Yuga was imagining the worst possible thing, Yuga can be a bit dramatic sometimes. But for good reasons if the time is right. Yuga shook his head and opened the bottle, waiting for the right moment to toss some on Iida. Yugas plan was when Iida would open the door, Yuga would throw some! Yuga heard Iida call out, saying to give him a moment. Of course he would! Yuga could appreciate Iida wanting to look good, since Yuga is a fashion king, or queen... Royalty- whichever. Yuga heard a bigger thud and Yuga would assume something happened or Iida had dropped something.*

**"Monsieur Iida! Are you alright!!"**

*Yuga also called out from outside Iida's dorm. Being the nosy person Yuga is, he put his eat against the door. To hear every move that could happen, or to see if Iida was still conscious. If he fell that is. Yuga was like on a rollercoaster of emotions, from happy to worry to ecstatic to "Is he okay!?!" Yuga covered his mouth, thinking about if Iida feel. Yuga couldn't help but to silently laugh as he closed his eyes and giggled. Yuga's ear still on the door. Suddenly hearing the door knob opening, it made Yuga jump back. Startled.*

__"Gosh! That was close!"__

*Yuga thought to himself as the door to the dorm opened. Yuga's eyes meeting a deep blue eyes that stared with intensity, kind of intimidating. He kept smiling at Iida like; :; Yuga listened closely as Iida talked, taking in the information. Yuga noticed the stiff posture, but that wasn't really out of the ordinary. Yuga stared at Iida, something was definitely different, this wasn't Iida he was acquaintanced with. The messy hair, crumpled clothing, something must have happened. Yuga knew Iida wouldn't have let himself get to this point without a reason.*

**"Ah! A little birdie told me~ that you haven't been seen in a while, that's so unlike you! Monsieur iida, I've come to see what troubled you!"**

*Yuga said as he lifted up his hand with the bottle of blue glitter. Throwing some up in the air, being all dramatic as much as he could. Then throwing some just above Iida, so some would go onto Iida. Yuga smirked with a wider smile, hoping this will make Iida at least lighten up or loosen up from this tension. The intensity coming off from Iida is slightly scaring Yuga.*

__"Ha Monsieur Iida, you are slightly intimidating... Hah aaaaaaaaaaaaa"__
John
***𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚈𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚜𝚘-𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎**, a quirked brow signifying his puzzlement with the other, unable to understand why Yuga had been examining him so intently. That was until he patted down the wrinkled creases of his shirt, or at least tried to. An anxious feeling pricked at his sub-conscience, the little voice whispering criticisms towards himself. Oh course he looked like a mess, he hadn't kept up with his own personal upkeep, especially considering the fact that it wasn't even a school day. *

*When Aoyama explained to the class president that his absence around the school's premises had been the topic of discussion for the students who enjoy gossiping, the shock on Tenya's face was hard to hide, as he didn't expect students from other classes to even give a second thought about the missing representative. Of course, Aoyama presented this information as "The little birdie," But there was still something called context clues, and Tenya knew that if Yuga had been looking for him specifically beforehand, he would've received at least a message before Yuga came knocking at his dorm. But now Aoyama had been curious about what had been plaguing Iida's mind. The stern expression returned a thousandfold when he'd realised that Aoyama just wanted to hear about Tenya's personal affairs. *
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*There was a discomfited moment of silence between the two whilst Yuga scrambled to toss some glitter onto Iida, sparkly particles landing gracefully in hair that needed a good washing, and onto his shoulders and upper torso, any stray particles finding their home on the floor. A glint of unamusement flashed through Iida's eyes, hand raising to make a small chopping motion as he quickly prepared a scolding for the half-French individual. But, before the words left the tip of his tongue, Yuga quickly expressed Tenya's intimidating demeanour, with more than one nervous laugh...*

*That was something he heard often, being intimidating to others. His perfect posture, almost too uptight, yet overbearing personality, and steely eyes rarely failed to hint at the fact that Tenya had been raised this way, strict, and in a Russian household where smiles had only ever been shared between him and Tensei, his older brother, there was so surprise that he'd radiate such energy as Yuga treated him with a silliness that caught Iida off guard. Now, ever since the very beginning of high school, Tenya had been working on removing what Bakugou would call "The stick up his 'rear-end,'" By staying vigilant and aware of his own behaviour, but there were still times when he'd accidentally allow the said stick to show through his behaviour, such as now. And he was quick to correct it (as well as he could) through a cleared throat and un-furrowing of his brows, attempting to lighten his expression.*

"Ah. My apologies," *Tenya gave his classmate a small respectful bow, a slightly worried expression growing on his face. He genuinely didn't mean to scare him. His hand tilted forward slightly, remaining in the stiff position it had been in, and a small, but ever-so-slightly forced smile rose on his face.* "There's no need to worry about me, Aoyama. I just needed some time to myself this weekend."
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*Eyes darted away from Yuga for just a split moment, avoiding those ever-observant eyes. It wasn't like he was lying, he just... Wasn't completely telling the truth. Besides, Tenya preferred to keep his personal life personal, especially when it came to feelings of the heart. *

*Wait, when did this become such? Iida never agreed to his heart feeling the pain that it did, it was too foreign to him, and he most certainly did not want to tell Aoyama his predicament, only to hear days later his situation being told from one first-year to another. Okay, that might've been an exaggeration, Tenya had merely been embarrassed by his situation, and simply did not wish to communicate that to the sparkling Frenchman, or anyone, for that matter. Especially not until he was able to understand his situation himself. With a nervously bitten lip, Iida lowered his hand, to tug the edges of his wrinkled mess of a shirt taut for just a moment, in an unsuccessful attempt to neaten himself.*
Jim
*Yuga pondered if he crossed the line of boundaries. Maybe he had made an accusation that wasnt true, maybe it could have been a rumor. The curiosity of Yuga did get the better of himself, a small inch of feeling bad had squeezed its way into Yuga's mind. Lost inside his own thoughts, Yuga completely forgot that he was in the company of Iida. Suddenly hearing that Iida was apologizing for something... Yuga felt a heat wave to his face, the think he thought about earlier, did he say that out loud?*

__"Oh non! Did I say that out loud! Oh gosh! Oh my! How embarrassing!"__ 

*Yuga thought to himself as his face went red as Iida talked. Yuga watched as Iida bent down in a respectful bow, Yuga waved his hadn't in the air. Trying to symbolize that Iida didn't need to do that, Yuga felt guilt. Yuga didn't mean to say that, but maybe that was karma for even thinking about it.*

**"Hmm Monsieur Iida I don't quite believe you! Mom ami, how about we do something fun! Would you like to accompany me to a... What was it called... A mani pedi!"**

*Yuga said, offering a chance to get away from this dorm and school. Spending time with a friend sounded like a dream to Yuga! Some people find him too much at times, so Yuga is appreciative when someone is in his company. Yuga looked down at his shoes as he finished the last word to his offer, understanding there's a chance for his idea to be rejected. If it were to happen, Yuga would look up and smile so then he wouldn't look disappointed. Yuga doesn't like to show emotions other than his usual smile. Which is; :>..*