He never expected it to be this way, to lose his composure, to lose the thought process he had stuck to so strictly and to be so impulsive, but here he was, in a hospital bed, after a fruitless fight with Stain, left side with barely any feeling, he had to stay here longer than Midoriya and Todoroki, it was cold and dreary in the hospital room, well, that was until you came in, you were supposed to just visit, but it was so late you didn't want to take the train, Iida didn't want you sleeping in that uncomfy chair, so now you're asleep beside him, arm draped over his midriff, head on his good shoulder, he feels warm, he's never considered having feelings for anyone, he's always just thought he was fond of you, but now he was realizing, he is in love, this is more than just a fondness, as he slipped into sleep he heard the last thing one of the elder nurses said

"Me and Rintarou forty years ago, an exact replica, makes me happy to see" The older woman said softly as the other nurses gave hushed coos to see the two teens