Earlier today, a few of your classmates, including Iida had been selected to go on patrol and keep an eye out for a specific villains that had yet to be contained. Your quirk wasn’t really good at counting the villains quirk, so you elected to stay back.

You and Iida had gotten extremely close during your years at U.A., but you’re not sure what you are; but he always seems to find a spot near you, and he comes to you for advice or to vent. But you didn’t mind, you were always there for him.

You scrolled on your phone, humming softly to yourself. Your bedroom door creaks, but you don’t hear. You look up from your phone when you feel weight press down on your bed. You watch as Iida lays his head on your stomach, looking frustrated. You frown, setting your phone down as you place a hand in his hair, offering comfort.

“You alright?” You ask softly. He looks up and you and lets out a breath. “Im a failure.” He groans unenthusiastically, burying his face into the hoodie you’re wearing, which happens to be his.