[He's far to restless to sit and stay still, so despite his assigned seat, Tenya is found pacing back and forth through the train while it isn't moving. He's gone from standing near a window to standing near the door, to hovering by his seat and frowning in a way that could probably burn holes in the bag of... supplies, he's gotten from orientation. Nothing about this feels right or proper, and he has significantly more important things to worry about. It's... convenient, in a highly unnerving way, that he'd woken up with neither his arm nor his leg in the state of horribly broken they'd been in before, but maybe he'd been unconscious longer than he realized. Recovery Girl's quirk only took time and stamina to work wonders, and it was more comfortable to assume that as the cause than allowing whatever sciences had brought him here to be responsible.]
[He's taken off his glasses and is pinching at the bridge of his nose when he notices someone has taken a seat nearby where he is meant to, and he startles, hurriedly placing his glasses back on his face.]
I suppose I would inquire as to your knowledge of what on Earth is going on, but the likelihood that you are just as lost as I am seems reasonably high. Would you mind if I took a seat...? [Iida you were literally assigned to sit there.]
« End in the Discord
[He considered himself fortunate to have been designated a Dominant, the world's apparent Upper Class. It meant he was provided for, and seemingly would be until he was in a position to support himself, which also seemed like a much easier feat when you were graced with the role of Dominant. But the way people seemed to expect things of him, in a much different way than what he was accustomed to being a student of a prestigious school for heroes didn't sit right with him at all. Nevermind that the way that those designated as Submissives were treated was downright inhumane...]
[It took him several days to seek Autonomy, because he understood well enough what the implications of a night club were, and especially one in a place like this. But he was going crazy being treated like he'd done something grand to be where he was, like he was special just for not having a line etched into his throat. Autonomy held a promise to treat everyone as equals, or as close to it in a society so starkly divided, and it was that promise that had him choosing the third door and making his way into the club. He makes a very specific point of providing a donation as he enters, because the solace is likely much greater for someone less fortunate, but beyond that he's mostly just keeping to himself and doing a lot of wallflowering.]
[...well, as much wallflowering as a nearly six foot tall teenager can, at least.]
» Around the Down
[He makes frequent visits to the Down, and tries not to seem like he's looking down on anyone when he does. He doesn't like the idea of forming a contract with a Submissive, even if it's been made clear he must, at some point within the next three months, but that doesn't change that it doesn't sit right with him to see people forced into poverty by an inexplicable designation. He frequently brings with him small amounts of money-- he's no fool, and he knows handing out large sums would both get him a lot of unwanted scrutiny and liable to be mugged, but he wants to ensure that those that seem to be struggling the most can at least get a good meal.]
[Should you happen to be a Submissive either willing to approach him or looking particularly strained, you may have a bespectacled young man in your midst.]
Excuse me, may I have a moment?
« Around the Up
[Tenya was no stranger to a decent lifestyle, coming from a renowned family of heroes. He had never really wanted for anything, growing up, and that he'd wound up a Dominant bothered him if only because he was already aware of the comforts this lifestyle provided. It certainly made him far more aware of his status than he had been previously, in a way that made it seem like a blinking neon sign above his head. He never had liked talking about coming from a wealthy family, after all.]
[Still, some habits die hard, and fairly immediately upon realizing there was little to nothing he could do to leave or change anything about the existing situation he had fallen back on something tried and true-- research. So the day would find him sitting, outside despite the cold, a stack of books of varying titles to his left with one open in front of him, a notepad under his right hand with a pen dotting inkblots along about a half a page of notes.]
[What is he reading? Well, it could be anything... Why don't you come ask?]
Tenya Iida | My Hero Academia | Dominant
[He's far to restless to sit and stay still, so despite his assigned seat, Tenya is found pacing back and forth through the train while it isn't moving. He's gone from standing near a window to standing near the door, to hovering by his seat and frowning in a way that could probably burn holes in the bag of... supplies, he's gotten from orientation. Nothing about this feels right or proper, and he has significantly more important things to worry about. It's... convenient, in a highly unnerving way, that he'd woken up with neither his arm nor his leg in the state of horribly broken they'd been in before, but maybe he'd been unconscious longer than he realized. Recovery Girl's quirk only took time and stamina to work wonders, and it was more comfortable to assume that as the cause than allowing whatever sciences had brought him here to be responsible.]
[He's taken off his glasses and is pinching at the bridge of his nose when he notices someone has taken a seat nearby where he is meant to, and he startles, hurriedly placing his glasses back on his face.]
I suppose I would inquire as to your knowledge of what on Earth is going on, but the likelihood that you are just as lost as I am seems reasonably high. Would you mind if I took a seat...? [Iida you were literally assigned to sit there.]
« End in the Discord
[He considered himself fortunate to have been designated a Dominant, the world's apparent Upper Class. It meant he was provided for, and seemingly would be until he was in a position to support himself, which also seemed like a much easier feat when you were graced with the role of Dominant. But the way people seemed to expect things of him, in a much different way than what he was accustomed to being a student of a prestigious school for heroes didn't sit right with him at all. Nevermind that the way that those designated as Submissives were treated was downright inhumane...]
[It took him several days to seek Autonomy, because he understood well enough what the implications of a night club were, and especially one in a place like this. But he was going crazy being treated like he'd done something grand to be where he was, like he was special just for not having a line etched into his throat. Autonomy held a promise to treat everyone as equals, or as close to it in a society so starkly divided, and it was that promise that had him choosing the third door and making his way into the club. He makes a very specific point of providing a donation as he enters, because the solace is likely much greater for someone less fortunate, but beyond that he's mostly just keeping to himself and doing a lot of wallflowering.]
[...well, as much wallflowering as a nearly six foot tall teenager can, at least.]
» Around the Down
[He makes frequent visits to the Down, and tries not to seem like he's looking down on anyone when he does. He doesn't like the idea of forming a contract with a Submissive, even if it's been made clear he must, at some point within the next three months, but that doesn't change that it doesn't sit right with him to see people forced into poverty by an inexplicable designation. He frequently brings with him small amounts of money-- he's no fool, and he knows handing out large sums would both get him a lot of unwanted scrutiny and liable to be mugged, but he wants to ensure that those that seem to be struggling the most can at least get a good meal.]
[Should you happen to be a Submissive either willing to approach him or looking particularly strained, you may have a bespectacled young man in your midst.]
Excuse me, may I have a moment?
« Around the Up
[Tenya was no stranger to a decent lifestyle, coming from a renowned family of heroes. He had never really wanted for anything, growing up, and that he'd wound up a Dominant bothered him if only because he was already aware of the comforts this lifestyle provided. It certainly made him far more aware of his status than he had been previously, in a way that made it seem like a blinking neon sign above his head. He never had liked talking about coming from a wealthy family, after all.]
[Still, some habits die hard, and fairly immediately upon realizing there was little to nothing he could do to leave or change anything about the existing situation he had fallen back on something tried and true-- research. So the day would find him sitting, outside despite the cold, a stack of books of varying titles to his left with one open in front of him, a notepad under his right hand with a pen dotting inkblots along about a half a page of notes.]
[What is he reading? Well, it could be anything... Why don't you come ask?]