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The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden streaks across the room. The faint hum of birds chirping outside mixed with the steady rhythm of Iida’s breathing, creating a peaceful atmosphere that made you want to stay wrapped up in his arms forever. His dorm room smelled like fresh linen and a hint of motor oil—an oddly comforting scent that had become so familiar over the time you'd spent sneaking in for late-night cuddles.

Lying beside him, you traced lazy circles on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His arms were strong around you, holding you close as if you might disappear if he loosened his grip. Even in his sleep, he was protective. The morning light highlighted the sharp angles of his face—his furrowed brows, his slightly parted lips, the way his glasses sat slightly askew on the bedside table. You smiled softly, admiring him in this rare, vulnerable state.

But the peaceful moment couldn’t last forever. The two of you had been hiding your relationship for far too long, dodging questions, sneaking glances in the hallways, pretending not to linger in each other’s presence for too long. You were tired of secrecy, of stolen moments in empty corridors, of pretending you were just another one of his classmates when, in reality, he was the one who made your heart race more than any thrilling fight or victory ever could.

Shifting slightly, you whispered, “Tenya… we need to talk.”

He stirred, blinking up at you sleepily before adjusting his glasses with a drowsy groan. His deep blue eyes locked onto yours, still clouded with sleep but instantly attentive. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep. ** “Is something wrong?”

You hesitated, biting your lip before sighing. “It’s about… us. About how we’ve been keeping this a secret.”