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The idea of sharing multiple moments on the edge of the land, your feet dipped in the clear blue sea as you say sweet nothings to your significant other - you had it all imagined in your head.

You raised your hand to the sky, eyeing how the colours of the sky painted themselves on your skin. The cold breeze hit your skin, sending a chill down your spine.

“Well, you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” you heard Shinsou say from afar.

You turned your face to face the male behind you. The wind pressed against your face, letting the small rogue strands of your hair dance in the air. The soft lighting around the two of you formed an orange halo.

Shinsou’s eyes widened as he stared at the view in front of him.

You weren’t that different from him.

His messy, tousled hair moved softly thanks to the soft winds. The painted hues on his face accentuated his purple eyes - how it had small bright purple flecks within them. His skin became the canvas to the brightest scene you’ve seen in such a long time. A smile slowly formed on his lips as he continued to look at you, memorising how you looked in the scene.

“Well, it’s mostly because of the view, not you. Don’t get your hopes up, Purple,” you tease while chuckling.

The male slowly approached you in the barrier between the sea and the sand. The minute the cold water touched his feet, you could see the shock on his face. He glared at you when you snickered. He soon adjusted to the temperature and stood beside you.

“I’ll admit it,” he stated, “The view here is breathtaking.”

You look at his wonder-filled eyes as he saw the view you both shared in the small rendezvous you both shared. It had been a long time since you saw them - his eyes sparkling in joy.

You missed it so much.

You turned to face the sea, enjoying the sounds of the oceans and the small sigh of content from Shinsou.

“I missed going to the beach. From living to the beachside and going to the beach every other day to just once a year,” you sigh, “I hate the fact I can’t just come here every day.”

You felt Shinsou walk behind you, the water brushing up your leg. His hands slowly found their place around your waist. He pressed his head in the crook of your neck. His soft yet untamed hair tickled the side of your neck, making goosebumps rise.

“Well, we don’t need to be here when we graduate and become pro-heroes, you know? We could move nearer to the beach. It would be more secluded, so,” he mumbles against your neck, “I get to keep you to myself.”

You felt heat rush up your cheeks.

“Who are you and where is lethargic Shinsou?”

“He’s taking a nap,” he joked.

You leaned your head against him, humming softly.

“Well, bring him back. This Shinsou is a bit too much for me to handle.”

“Oh, really? Well…” he said, a plan forming in his head.

He soon began tickling you, making you laugh uncontrollably.

He missed seeing you smile like this.

Ever since you both entered Yuuei as second-year students, your once carefree and cheerful self somehow vanished and got replaced with a more dull and numb you.

He couldn’t help but think it was all his fault, but you kept on reassuring him that it was never his fault.

He was the sole reason you kept on with your life in Yuuei and never gave up on your dreams.

He kept you stable, an oasis away from the pain of the world.

He was your home away from home, and he deserved to be reminded every day that he was.

In an instant, you both fell into the salty water. You were on Shinsou while he felt the full impact of the fall.

“Just saying, you brought this upon yourself,” you say, laughing at the disgusted face Shinsou was making.

He stared at you, looking deeply into your eyes.

The once unhappy look on his face shifted to one of awe and admiration. The view of you in his arms, lying down in the bluest ocean he’s ever seen is something he wanted to see every day - no - every hour. The pure joy you had on your face as you looked at him - something he missed so much - lit his heart with so much happiness.

You were his angel - his archangel to take him away from all the pain and misery that awaited him in the future.

“God, you are beautiful,” he said as his hands reached to touch your cheek.

The pad of his fingers played with your skin, enjoying the feeling of you melting into his touch. He pressed his forehead against yours, your noses touching. The Sun slowly fell, the sky’s colours slowly leaving the two of you at the moment you both have formed. Your hands reached to touch his soft lavender locks, playing with the tips of it.

The both of you didn’t need to say anything - the soft silence spoke more than words.

“I love you so much, Shinsou,” you whisper, trying to not break the moment.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he replies, “I love you so much.”

You both smile at the view before you. The Moon had made its appearance, reassuring the Sun to take its leave. The melding of the dark blue against the light blue, purple and orange kept your eyes glued to the sky.

“Now get off of me before my feet get numb, Dumbo,” Shinsou said with all-seriousness.

You kissed the top of his forehead and proceeded to get off of him as he requested.

“How are we going to head back to the dorms soaking wet?” you question him, looking at the two of you.

“We sure as hell are not going to call a taxi.”

“Aizawa?”

“Not Aizawa - Mic.”

Tenya Iida and (f/n l/n). The both of you were inseparable, friends since childhood, in the same class throughout elementary and middle school. You were overjoyed to hear that you’d be in the same class with him again in UA, brimming with excitement to be able to stick by his side for longer. Of course, you had a crush on him ever since you could remember...but you were really too scared, terrified, really, to confess to him- in fear of ruining your 15 years of friendship.

Out of all people, you were the person who knew how determined Tenya was to not only reach, but exceed his goals and aspirations. You knew how much he wanted to satisfy the people around him and meet their expectations. You didn’t exactly understand why he did it, but you knew how driven he was, and how he’d do anything within the law and the rules to get there. And he rarely failed. Tenya was a great inspiration in your life, encouraging you to do better, while growing together. In a way, he influenced you to work hard, train harder and to do your hardest. The both of you became a force to be reckoned with; your parents and Tenya’s parents realised this, and hoped you’d do great things as heroes in the future, allowing you to spend weekends and holidays together.

Throughout your first term, Tenya enthusiastically took up the role as representative of Class 1-A with pride. He’d come to you for feedback for his ideas, always asking your opinion before proceeding, and you’d be his biggest cheerleader. You improved ideas he delivered, making sure small details were tweaked, and ensured logistics ran smoothly. Whenever Tenya needed help, you were the first he’d go to. Tenya presumed the role of a figure of strength within Class 1-A, readily assisting people in need, hosting study groups after school, and going the extra mile to make sure everyone was...more or less, in line. His work towards being a ‘good hero’ started here, and it wouldn’t stop until his last breath. As an Iida, he worked daily to strengthen his reputation as a helpful, strong figure...no, a reputation as a hero.

But inside, you knew Tenya was tired. He was slowly burning himself out. He didn’t need a savior, but he needed someone to shake him awake. There were days where you’d find Tenya a little less awake than usual, even though he seemed to have the same amount of energy as every other day. You’d catch him zoning out after school days ended, maybe he’d drop from his chopsticks once more than normal at lunch, and sometimes he’d even forget to bring certain things to school. Your best friend definitely wasn’t sleeping or resting enough.

You did your best to make sure Tenya was taking care of himself. Sometimes, you would gently remind him to drink more water, or to get more sleep. Other times, you’d deliberately book ‘study sessions’ with him, only to do the exact opposite- taking him to a cafe for a ‘change of environment’, introducing him to several new drinks and cakes, much to his dismay. Or maybe you’d eat lunch on one of the school rooftops, and allow him to take a nap afterwards on your shoulder while you ran your fingers through his coarse, navy hair. Perhaps you’d relax at your house, a movie would be playing on the TV, and while he’d feverishly insist on studying or doing something more ‘productive’, you’d gently but stubbornly insist that he rest. As the days passed, Tenya placed his focus on his ambitions, and your opportunities to ensure his leisure decreased.

One night, you wondered why Tenya pushed himself so hard. Was it because he was a people pleaser? There were definitely times where he would be almost too eager to help others. Or was it because he decided to shoulder his world of responsibility alone? Maybe it was because he was constantly surrounded by good examples of what a hero should be, that he held the burden of his family name, that he was expected to be the next best thing for the hero community...or maybe it was all of the above. Tenya had been working tirelessly for this; yet he didn’t know when or how to take care of himself and to forget to be selfless. He was always running to help others, always thinking in the position of others, or whatever would be better for the future. You didn’t remember the last time he did something for himself. Regardless, you decided that you’d definitely work a little harder to make sure your best friend would care for himself. After all, everyone needed someone else to lean on, right?

Finally, one Friday afternoon, you saw Tenya yawn in class for the first time. He looked close to falling asleep, in fact, you could say he was positively exhausted. His eyelids fluttered downward, their weight becoming heavier and heavier with each blink. Inside, he was praying he wouldn’t get picked on to answer a question- he just wasn’t really following the class material anymore. Or worse, he hoped Mr. Aizawa wouldn’t assign group work- it’d mean he would have to actively interact with other people, which he didn’t have the energy for. Thankfully, the bell rang, and the gray, bleary-eyed teacher dismissed his class, unfurling his sleeping bag and escaping the room to get a nap himself. You walked up to Tenya’s desk and playfully smacked his arm, shocking him a little more awake. He adjusted his glasses and looked up to you. “Heeey. Someone’s looking tired.” “I suppose I didn’t sleep quite enough last night, (y/n).” Tenya grinned. To the normal eye, it would seem like one of the class rep’s normal, signature smiles, but to you, there was a fatigued weakness shielded behind its sunny exterior. You arched an eyebrow. “You’ve said that every day for the last month and a half.” “I know, I know. There’s so much work I need to get to, in fact, I should return to my dorm soon to st-” Tenya had finished gathering his things and prepared to leave the classroom, until your hand reached out onto one of his broad shoulders and pressed him back down onto his seat. “No you fucking don’t.” You folded your arms, a frown plastered to your face. Tenya scowled. “Please, (y/n), can we joke around later? I have to get th-”

You shook your head. “No. I’m serious. You need to rest. Or at least take it easy this weekend.”

“But-” Tenya protested. He had so much work to do, so much to get to. “Tenya Iida. In our 15 years of friendship, I’ve never seen you this fucking tired. We’re only in our first year. Are you going to keep doing this throughout school? Or what, the rest of your life? For the love of god, cut yourself some slack.” You almost yelled out in protest, in disgust of seeing your best friend suffer in silence. Tenya stared at you in shock. You’ve never spoken to him like this before, or at least, it was rare. Usually you played more of a supportive role by his side, and when you were more assertive, you were never this pushy. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he heard you shout. The remaining members of Class 1-A who hadn’t yet left the room stared at the both of you in a similar amount of surprise as your bespectacled classmate did. After sighing, you decided to use reason that Tenya would buy into, desperately hoping he would do as you said.

“Look, if you’re aiming to be a successful hero in the future, you might as well take your own advice that you give so often to others and rest. You always tell us to make sure we get enough sleep, and you’re not even doing it yourself. If you’re tired or sick, you won’t be able to perform as well as you want to, right? And you always want to be at your best, don’t you, Ten?”

Tenya sighed. You were right. He couldn’t hide that he was tired. And honestly, it was exhausting having to troop through each class with the meager 4-5 hours of shut-eye he was getting. It was a battle that he knew he was losing. He surrendered to your suggestion. “I...uh...suppose you’re right. Sorry for making you worry.” Right after Tenya had finished that sentence, he yawned. There was really no hiding his tiredness now.

“Then it’s settled. We’re gonna take it easy this weekend, okay? And don’t apologise for making me worry. It’s my job to look out for you, you know. And we haven’t napped together in a while too. I kinda miss that.” You brought Tenya into a hug.

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