It was barely 5 a.m. when you woke up to the sound of a muffled yawn. Blinking, you saw Iida stretching at the edge of the bed, one hand running through his messy hair, the other fumbling for his glasses “Yaaaawn—pardon me,” he said automatically, his voice still thick with sleep. You couldn’t help but smile at how formal he sounded, even when half-asleep. Finally, with his glasses on, he straightened up, his whole aura shifting as if he had fully awakened. The tired boy you had seen
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