Iida was annoyingly punctual.

It wasn't just in classes either. Sometimes, in training, he would show up before anyone else. He'd be seated in class long before any of his classmates even entered the building. In fact, at some point in the semester, a game started of how many times someone could beat Tenya Iida to the classroom.

He was always the first down to dinner, the first on the bus when they traveled, and even Midorya sometimes found him already awake when he went to training in the morning, preparing for a run.

Aizawa both admired it, and found it over-the-top.

It was a Friday. The students had both weekend days off. There was no extra training, no scheduled events, and they were a little over-zealous about that fact. Aizawa had overheard several conversations in the dorms about weekend plans- Bakugo and Kirishima were going to the arcade, the girls were going shopping, Todoroki was going to visit his mom. The atmosphere in homeroom was buzzing.

He probably should have told them to be quiet, to sit and be respectful, but something was off.

Aizawa was the one who was telling them.

"Where's Iida?" Ochako beat him to it, piping up louder than she meant to. She stiffened briefly when the class turned her direction, afraid of the reaction to her speaking out of turn.

Aizawa ignored the informal language, but he frowned as his gaze scanned the class. They were all glancing at one another, seemingly just as confused. Several, like Ochako and Midorya, looked worried.

This isn't like him.

"I will deal with it after homeroom. Back to business-"

Reluctantly, they returned to the discussion at hand. He ran them through the training schedule for the next few weeks, the class schedule for exams, and just barely slid in a first aid lecture before Mic arrived for English.

It was a rather productive day, but all through his lecture and announcements, Aizawa counted the number of times someone looked at the door, waiting for their class president to come walking through it with a smile on his face. Every second he didn't, the kids grew more downtrodden.

Despite his tendency to go overboard with hypervigilance, he was the class president. He had an impact (a rather positive one, it seemed) on the mood of the class. Even Bakugo, who didn't really even care about the well-being of anyone but himself, seemed less-explosive.

As Yamada took over, Aizawa departed the room with the intention of finding Iida, and hopefully bringing him to class. After a brief pitstop to his desk to return his notebook, he left the building and ventured to the dorms.

He made his way up to Iida's room and knocked softly on the door.

"Iida?"

Nothing. Beyond the door, he heard silence. He knocked once more, waited a moment, and then took out his master key. The door unlocked, and he found himself in darkness.

Iida's room was normally tidy, but clothes were strewn across the floor. Two books and the homework from the previous night sat open on his desk. Iida himself was in bed, but when the door opened, he slowly sat up.

"I knocked but-"

"Sorry," his glasses were on the table, but he didn't grab them. Instead, he sat there, head bent over like he was steadying himself, "I was about to get up but-"

"What's going on, Iida?"

If Tenya could sum it up in one word-pain. While studying the night before, he'd developed a minor headache. It was nothing major. He had survived worse. But as the night had gone on, it had gotten more and more intense. Getting to sleep was almost impossible. When his alarm had gone off in the morning for his run, his whole world had swayed. The minor headache had turned into a migraine, one that made his stomach roll and his vision blurry. Even looking at his phone was an impossible task.

"My head." Tenya slumped. His voice sounded warbly, like he was close to tears.

Iida was easily one of the largest boys in class, and yet, he looked so small.

"Have you taken anything?" Aizawa had his fair share of migraines. His quirk made him prone to them. Most days, he could push through, but even he had known the kind of migraine that iida was dealing with.

"Last night, but the light-" He gestured to the door with a wince.

Aizawa hummed in reply and vanished from the doorway, shutting it behind him rather abruptly. Iida frowned, wondering briefly if his teacher was mad at him. He hadn't been able to text anyone that he wouldn't make it, and every attempt to leave his room left him weak-kneed. Just as the anxiety was rising in his chest, Aizawa opened the door again.

"Here." A glass of water and two blue pills appeared in front of Iida, He eyed them momentarily.

"Thank you." The water was cool against his throat, and he didn't realize just how thirsty he was until the water was gone and the pills swallowed.

"I'll bring you more water in a minute, as long as you keep this down." He took the glass back. Iida's head still hung, so Aizawa crouched down to his level. "What is it?"

"I was-" Iida gritted his teeth, "i'm supposed to be the class rep, a hero in training, but I can't even get out of bed with a headache."

"Iida, I get migraines all the time." The boy looked up in surprise. "It happens, whether you want it to or not. The most rational thing to do is take care of yourself when it does."

Although he said nothing, Iida nodded slowly.

"Get some sleep."

"Thank you, Aizawa-sensei."

He rolled over, facing the wall, and felt the covers pulled over his shoulders.. Already, the throbbing behind his eyes had receded slightly, allowing him to doze off. He only registered the door shutting before his vision went black.

When he woke up, he could just make out the sun hanging low in the sky through his curtains. Whatever painkillers Aizawa had given him had knocked the pain from a 9 to a 3. He could see straight, and the room didn't pitch when he sat up. Only a dull thud remained behind his eyes, and pulling on his glasses helped. A glass of water and another pill had been placed on his nightstand. His phone, which he had left on his desk, had been plugged into its usual place. The clothes were gone from the floor. A folder of assignments had been placed on his desk from the day.

His clock read just past six, and a reassuring grumble in his stomach meant he was actually hungry for dinner.

A low knock, which must have been what woke him up, repeated itself against his door. He was able to get over there with ease.

"Iida! You're awake!" Ochako tried to keep her voice down. Tsuyu and Midorya were with her.

"We wanted to come see if you were okay. Aizawa-sensei said you were sick, ribbit."

"Oh, i'm fine." Iida shrugged. "Feeling much better already."

"Well, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu made dinner if you're hungry." Midorya suggested. "Or we can bring something to you."

"No, i'll come down. Thank you." He rubbed the back of his head.

"For what?"

"Worrying." Iida replied. "It means a lot to me."

"Well, you're our friend, silly." Ochako waved him off. "Plus, I think Aizawa-sensei was worried about you, too."

He shut the door behind him and followed the trio downstairs, where he was greeted with an enthusiastic class as they set the table for dinner. As the three of them ran to help, Iida paused.

Aizawa had come down. He didn't often join them for dinner, opting to make his own food in his dorm apartment. He paused by Iida before he went into the dining room.

"Feeling better?"

"Much." Iida nodded. "Thank you."

"I'm glad. I won't name names, but there were several people who were worried about you." As Aizawa moved into the kitchen, Iida smiled to himself.

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