dear sun

He suddenly shivered, footfalls reminding him he was prey- the lesser of a man.

"Aoyama!"

Surely Iida wouldn't witness the messy trails of his mascara, let himself believe the pinkness of his eyes didn't exist. And so he turned, smile plastered to his lips much like a pretty, fragile doll.

Or

Aoyama getting his insecurities cured by best boy Iida