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Considering Iida is such a proper and formal man, it's rare he loses his composure. Even under pressure, even if he's flustered, he would never act on impulse. He always keeps his hands to himself, and his words professional. Everything he says sounds like it was carefully planned before it left his lips, and although it was graceful, it was also frustrating. Any attempt to make him crumble, or reveal how he really felt was usually a failure. It was impossible to pry a confession from a man who focused on his responsibilities than anything considered less important.

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Iida had been out training all day, and you had heard that there was an unplanned attack along with that. The man must've been drained, you thought, as you got ready for bed. You planned on sending him a text message to make sure he was alright, but the thought was quickly interrupted by a knock on your door. When you opened it, the last person you had expected to see was Tenya, but it was him nonetheless. "...Apologies for the rude visit. I would've informed you before hand if I had the time." He spoke, his voice sounded tired and less trained than usual. Before you had time to respond, or ask if he was alright, he took a step forward and wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face into your shoulder and shuffled forward, pushing you back with him so he could kick your door closed with his foot. This was new.

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