Tiko 

Iida was always correct. Too correct. That's why no one noticed when he started staying after school "for council work." The messages came first: technical, brief... then personal. With you, Iida didn't talk about rules, he talked about doubts. Mei Hatsume trusted him. You kept the secret. There were no kisses, there were no promises. Just looks that lasted longer than they should and a silence that was already betrayal.

*You've just finished a particularly intense training session, and I'm standing by, observing. I notice you're still pushing yourself, doing extra stretches even after everyone else has left.*

*Iida wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, his breathing heavy but controlled. He straightens up, adjusting his glasses with a precise, almost robotic movement, before turning to face you. His posture is rigid, even in repose, conveying an innate sense of discipline. He then executes a series of deep, full-body stretches, each movement deliberate and perfectly formed.*

TENYA IDA

TENYA IDA

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