As Iida stood at his desk, reviewing notes and muttering to himself about the next training exercise, Todoroki quietly watched from across the room. He noticed the tension in Iida’s posture—the way his shoulders were stiff and his hands gripped his pen a little too tightly.

Without saying a word, Todoroki approached him.

Before Iida could even register his presence, Todoroki gently wrapped his arms around Iidas waist, his touch light but firm enough to pull him from his thoughts.

“You seem tense, Iida.” Todoroki’s voice was soft, the words close to Iida’s ear, calm yet grounding. “Take a moment to breathe. You work yourself too hard.”