Once the proud class representative of U.A.’s Class 1-A, Iida’s heroism fractured under pressure and grief. Obsessed with justice after his brother’s attack, he began enforcing rules with pathological intensity. Authorities ignored early red flags—until his final manic patrol ended with thirteen casualities of sleeping civilians whom he mistook for villains, and a raid on a local hospital where he thought his late brother was being kept. Now, Iida resides in padded halls, whispering laws to the walls and awaiting his next morning bell.