β€· mha x f!reader (use of she/her pronouns, fem. relationship labels)
β number-one heroΒ deku, sitting on the couch across from his girlfriend in his pajamas, applying matching green face masks and giggling at the mess theyβre making
β cold and formidable pro-heroΒ shoto, cross-legged on the wood-paneled floor with his wife as they share a bottle of wine, despite the large vacant table and long vacant counter, laughing quietly about the most recent scandal at work
β fashion iconΒ pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks andΒ sweatpantsΒ with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdaleΒ
β the ever cool and composed ingeniumΒ absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop
β sweet and kindΒ uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to evenΒ touchΒ that mountain of plates after tamale nightΒ
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Tenya is reprimanding you for the umpteenth time this week.
You're in the agency hallway, just after the team meeting. He stands straight, arms crossed, his gaze stern behind his impeccable glasses.
"Your outfit isn't appropriate, Y/N," he says in a firm, clear voice, loud enough for the few colleagues still present to hear.
Your heart races. Three buttons of your white shirt are undone, revealing the lace of your bra. Your pencil skirt is riding up a little too high on your hips, and the thin black thong you're wearing is clearly visible against your skin.
You know perfectly well that he chose this outfit this morning, in the privacy of his apartment, whispering in your ear how much he wanted you to look "inappropriate" today.
You lift your chin, a small, provocative smile playing on your lips. "So what?" you reply in a light, almost mocking voice. βAre you going to punish me, Tenya?β
An awkward silence falls among the colleagues still lingering in the hallway. Some look away, uncomfortable. Tenya, however, remains outwardly impassive.
Only you and he know the truth: behind that rigid facade, he loves it. He loves to humiliate you publicly, to make you feel embarrassed in front of others, and he knows you love it just the same.
He takes a step closer, lowering his voice slightly so only you can hear him: βI couldβ¦β
Those two words, whispered softly, are enough to make you lose your composure. A liquid heat immediately spreads between your thighs. You canβt help but discreetly rub your legs together, seeking a little friction to soothe the rising excitement.
Tenya notices your gesture. A dark glint crosses his eyes. He leans in even closer, his voice low and dangerously calm: "Have you lost your tongue, baby?"
You swallow hard. Your face burns. In front of the others, you come across as the slightly rebellious employee who's getting reprimanded again by the strict Iida. But between you, that simple word, "baby," spoken so softly, so possessively, makes you instantly wet.
"I... um..." you stammer, your voice suddenly smaller, almost submissive.
Tenya gives a very slight smile, almost imperceptible to the others. He adjusts his glasses with a precise gesture, then continues in a louder voice: "I'll be expecting you in my office in five minutes. We'll sort this out properly."
"Yes, sir," you reply, looking at him and anticipating what will happen in his office.
This is a little thing where you request to ride him and he just caves.
_ "You want to what?" Tenya blinks in confusion and what seems to be like disbelief after hearing your cheerfully spoken request, his shoulders are tense, his face and neck are beet red, and his fingers are trembling slightly as he struggles to remain composed.
Muting the TV you've been watching together, you turn to face him, a hint of mischief in the depth of your eyes as you take in his reaction. You love him dearly, but relish teasing him most of the time, simply to witness his response whenever you do so.
_ "You heard me," you shrug your shoulders and cross your arms while repeating in a clearer, more pronounced words, "I said, I want to ride you, right here right now, until you burst inside me.. so what do you say?" you demand so casually, as if discussing the weather.
_ "W-why would you say it like that? and why here? what's wrong with our bedroom?" he fixes the glasses atop the bridge of his nose, a clear sign of his unease.
You simply smile, too taken by the adorable display of his embarrassment, something that never ceases to amaze you.
_ "Tenya.." you start softly, shifting on the plush sofa you're both occupying at the moment, until successfully straddling his waist and snaking your arms around his neck, the fabric of your skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of your skin to him, "won't you indulge me?" you pout cutely, purr seductively, and grind your hips against his own tense ones.
His handsβbig, strong, and calloused from years of being one of the greatest pro heroes in the worldβare now trembling slightly on your waist as he unsuccessfully attempts to halt your movement, "hey stop, please." he breathes out pleadingly, but even as he does so, you're still able to detect the uncertainty lacing his words, as if he wishes you would push further for what you want.. and so you do.
You lean in, trailing your lips just barely along the column of his throat, feeling his adam apple bobbing as he swallows hard, but your teasing doesn't end there, not when you can finally feel the throbbing of his slowly growing bulge nudging your aching core.
His fingers dig into your soft flesh through the delicate fabric of your skirt, still unsure if he wants to push you off his lap or press you even firmer down on him, and before he could make up his mind, your teeth sink in the sensitive skin covering his collarbone, a sudden gesture that gains you a deep, strained groan from the man struggling and failing to remain in control.
Just then, his hips start to slowly meet yours mid grind, hesitantly at first, discreetly even, as if to satisfy that burning urge building up in the pit of his abdomen, all without divulging the extent of your impact on him.
_ "Oh, Tenya sweetheart, have you changed your mind?" you murmur seductively against his skin, your tongue peeking out to lick the red mark left by your teeth.
_ "Just.. please.." his voice is strained, and his grip on your waist is tightening conspicuously, he can no longer resist your advances, neither does he actually want to.
You lift your head, looking into his hazy eyes, and before you could utter another teasing response, his lips crash onto yours in a hard and bruising kiss, unlike any of the usual soft and tender ones you're used to sharing.
This one is urgent, forceful and almost desperate in its aggression.
You're taken aback, unprepared for such a dominant display from the usually gentle man, but your body reacts quickly, kissing him back just as passionately. Your fingers sneak up to thread through his hair, tugging slightly as he ravages your mouth.
He pulls back suddenly, leaving you panting and eager for more, "alright princess, we'll do it your way." he murmurs huskily, one of his hands releases you to come up and take off his glasses, tossing them carelessly beside him on the sofa, before claiming your lips again.
This time you are prepared, returning his kiss with the same vigour, fingers tightening on his hair and body arching into him as your hips move faster, but it's not enough to quench the flaming thirst inside you both.
_ "Tenya.. honey.. I need you now.." and your wordsβwhispered against his lipsβare laced with a breathy moan reflecting your yearning for him.
You lean back slightly to meet his usually warm, shy and reserved gaze, to find it now holding a kind of darkness that sends a tingle through your veins.
He quickly releases your waist to fumble impatiently with the button and zipper of his pants, and you do the same, bracing yourself on shaky knees to lift up your skirt and push your panties to the side, revealing your already wet heat to his hungry eyes.
He wastes no time pushing his pants and boxers down, just enough to free his throbbing length, one hand pumping it slowly as the other holds your waist again, guiding you down on him while staring expectantly at the way your bodies finally connect.
He presses you against his chest, wrapping his muscular arms around you while his face finds refuge in the crook of your neck. His hot breathβquick and laboredβtickles your skin and brings out a needy moan from your parted lips.
He's fighting hard, fighting against the urge to bounce you brutally and sloppily on the thick length buried deep within you until you both lose your minds, but he wouldn't, no matter how much he'd love to, not until you give him permission to do so.
You can feel it, just how you've felt it countless times so far, his cock, throbbing yearningly against your sensitive walls, and waiting for a sign to move.
You whimper softly, shifting slightly on top of him in a silent hint of your own desire, and he gets it instantly, lifting his head to look into your eyes, his jaw is set firmly, eyes are dark and hazy, and handsome face is flushed with an even deeper shade of red than before.
_ "Can I?" he asks hesitantly despite his obvious longing and previous bravado, to which you simply nod as you cannot trust your voice just yet, and that is all the consent he needs to lift you up and slam you back down onto him, and once was enough to evoke sinful moans from both of you.
Your fingers dig into his broad beefy shoulders through the fabric of his shirt, the muscles flexing under your clutch as he starts bouncing you on top of him, his powerful hips upthrusting to meet your descending body in deep and intense intrusions which are already making your toes curl.
_ "Tenya, too deep! You're too deep!" you throw your head back, eyes rolling and chest heaving as the words tear out of your mouth, raw and unfiltered.
_ "I-I'm sorry sweetheart, am I hurting you? do you want me to stop?" he stammers between heavy pants, a look of concern in his eyes amidst the undeniable lust dancing in their depths, but even as he says that, he shows no signs of relenting, he's too far gone to stop now.
_ "No, don't.. don't stop.." you warn him breathlessly, your grip on his shoulders tightening, "it feels.. so good.."
His lips meet yours again, but this time in a deeper and slower kiss, the gesture portraying the palpable passion you have for one another.
His thrusts however, are now bordering on brutality in their momentum, leading you nearer and nearer towards a blissful release each second that passes.
_ "I'm close, Tenya I'm so close!" you pant heavily after breaking the kiss, arching into him and squeezing your eyes shut, your breaths mingle in the small space between you, warm and unsteady.
_ "Look at me." he coaxes huskily, and you do just that, eyes fluttering open to find his loving ones staring back at you, and that is all it takes for your body to tense up on top of him before shuddering wildly as wave after wave of pleasure wash over you.
You cry out his name, unbothered by the loudness of your voice as you ride out your high, the captivating display and fluttering of your walls around his length eventually lure his own release, and there he is, following you over the edge of bliss with a groan muffled against your neck as he seeks the warmth only you have ever made him feel. His hot seed erupts and coats your sensitive core, the sticky essence filling you deliciously.
Moments pass, and neither of you moves or speaks, the only sound surrounding you is the one of your labored breathing.
Eventually, Tenya lifts his head to gaze into your hazy eyes, a drowsy yet loving expression on his face as he speaks, "are you okay sweetheart?"
_ "I'm perfect." your reply comes soft, languid, and laced with the afterglow's ecstasy, but the moment is cut short when he stirs beneath you, arms holding you securely as he stands up and shuffles his way towards your shared bedroom.
_ "Good, because I'm not done with you yet princess."
Every so often, Tenya Iida your belovedβusually the very picture of timidity, awkwardness, and sternnessβreveals a bolder side of himself no one would ever believe existed.
Tenya had a rough shift the night before, leading him to unfortunately have a hard time sleeping.
Slipping in and out of sleep, the feeling of your weight and warmth against him pulling him under while the stress from the day keeps him awake.
He rubs your back in an attempt to soothe himself, he glances over at the clock.
3:15 AM
It blinks on the nightstand.
He sighs and shuts his eyes in another attempt to sleep it feels like he blinks when he opens his eyes again.
The blue morning light seeps through the blinds and now you're somehow on the other side of him.
Leg thrown over his as you snore softly into the crook of his neck, He huffs and looks at the clock again.
5:34 AM
He wraps his arms around you and holds you even tighter, placing soft kisses on your forehead.
You stir in your sleep, humming lowly as his hand draws light circles on your back, he notices you crack an eye open before shutting them and nuzzling into him more.
"My apologies, did I wake you?" He mumbles softly into your hairline.
"No.." your voice is small and raspy from sleep, you shake your head.
He places another kiss to your forehead, tightening his hold on you he carefully rolls over, bringing you with him, you whine from the sudden movement.
You rest your head on his bicep as he curls his arm around you, he nuzzles into you more, his chest pressed against your back.
"You've been tossing and turning all night." You mumble, placing a soft kiss on his bicep.
"Whats the matter?" You lean into him.
"It was just a hard day, nothing to worry about." He says softly, bringing his hand up to play with your hair.
He buries is face is your hair, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your hip, thinking of what to say. Nothing particular happened, it just felt like a hard day.
"You sure?" You question, intertwining your hand in his, arm limp under your head twitches to life to hold on to your hand.
"Yes." He kisses your head,
Laying in silence, his thumb goes back to tracing your hip, he presses his body into you more.
Seeking more of you and your warmth, he tries to flood his senses with you, keeping you pressed against him, shoving his face in your hair inhaling your scent.
Neither of you know how long you've been quiet for, half asleep and soaking in each other's company.
"Turn over." You mumble breaking the silence, "gonna rub your back."
He hums lowly before pulling his arms away, even under the covers you feel cold at the loss of his arms around you.
He turns to have his back towards you and you reach out, slowly rubbing your hand in circles on his back.
He feels the tension in his shoulders melt as you scratch and massage him, he sighs, letting the last bit of stress and tension escape him before he finally drifts off.
You continue to rub his back for a few more moments, drifting into sleep yourself but before you finally succumb to sleep, you sit up and glance over his shoulder.
His eyes are closed and soft breaths fall from his lips, you give a lazy kiss to his shoulder before plopping down behind him.
You press your chest to his back and wrap your arms around him, allowing yourself to fall back asleep.
mha boys like you romantically and they're convinced you don't like them back :( But you do and you finally tell them. part 1 is here
cw: throwing up (deku), set in the last year of UA; reader makes the first moves cus the boys are shyyyyy, gn!reader
π: deku, bakugo, shoto, iida, denki
A/N: I got carried away π And I finished this at 3:06 am so ignore any mistakes hdhjdhf wc: 2.8 k
deku:
Tears were effortlessly falling from his eyes as he was rocking back and forth. If you had seen him in this state, muttering a mix of "why wont they just love me" and "i'm such a loser" your heart would've shattered into a million pieces.
Between tears and hiccups deku just couldn't wrap his head around the pain of the situation. His thoughts were going a hundred kilometers per hour as he heard a gentle knock on his door. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Had he been too loud? Did someone hear him? Panic started to bloom in his chest.
Deku's spiraling was interrupted by the soft sound of your voice. "Deku I can hear you, please open the door". Fuck. I guess there's no way out. Deku approached the door, hastily wiped his tears and cracked the door open just enough to catch a glimpse of your face.
"What's up". He cringed at the way his voice cracked. He watched you trying to piece together the most gentle way to approach the topic. "I thought I heard, uhm, you having a hard time". Dekus mouth was slightly agape, humiliation and shame making him want to throw up. Actually seeing you here, your foot in his door, your furrowed brows, your fluffy hair, that knowing look. Seeing you in all of your glory and knowing he'll never get to have you? The pain in his chest - it makes him sick.
Before he could comprehend it he ran to his bathroom, bending over the toilet to throw up. When he came to his senses, he saw you standing next to the sink, handing him a damp paper towel to wipe his mouth.
Deku really thought that he already hit rock bottom, that the weeks of pining and stashing love poems under his bed were the epitome of patheticness. But seeing you standing there, casting a heavenly light on him, akin to a saint, he felt the worst he ever has.
"I actually came here because I wanted to ask you something, i didn't know you were sick". You looked nervous, deku figured it was because you were seeing him in such a fucked up state. You crouched down next to him. "You don't look too well, let me make you a tea".
"No, no, I'm fine". "No I already made up my mind deku. You're getting a nice chamomile tea". And with a quick "be right back" you slipped out of his room.
You returned with a steaming cup of tea in your fidgety hands. You slipped into his room and made your way over to deku, who was now sitting on the edge of his bed. It really pained you, seeing him like this, but you had sworn to yourself that you would do it. You figured that you just HAD to act on your feelings or they would eat you alive, even if deku was sick right now. Of course the fear over dekus reaction was already eating you alive.
"Why did you come to my room to begin with?". Deku took the words right out of your mouth. Whatever. It's now or never.
You took a deep breath and started "I've had something on my mind for a while now. And I don't know how you'll react but I just really want to clear the air between us."
Deku took in a shaky breath but you continued "I like how up-beat, caring and sweet you are. How you never leave anyone out and how intense your desire and passion to learn and help others is. I guess what I'm trying to say is that i really like you and i was wondering if you would want to go out sometime? As... more than friends?"
You physically couldn't bring yourself to look up from the pralines that you had taken out of your bag and which you were now clutching.
With every passing second of silence you wanted to fade into nothingness more and more. When you looked up to hand him the chocolate, you had to gasp.
Deku's furrowed brows, puffy and glassy eyes made your breath hitch. Just as you were about to start apologizing for making him cry he laid his scarred hand over yours.
"Yes". With his answer, short and sweet, it felt like a thousand kilogram weight was lifted off of your shoulders. Like two magnets you two clashed against each other and connected in a fierce hug. Your rib cages clashing against one another, your hands buried in his shirt and his hands curling around your waist.
Your heart was beating rapidly and feeling dekus face in the crook of your neck sent shivers down your spine. You felt as if you two just cultivated a piece of heaven.
You managed to peel yourself off of him after a while and you two had an in depth conversation about everything that happened and how you imagine your future to be.
The both of you could not stop grinning from cheek to cheek through the whole conversation and you thanked your lucky stars extra that night.
bakugo:
You jogged over to the sports hall. You were late for your weekly sparring matches. You locked yourself out of your dorm room and even forgot your running shoes lying on the floor. So you had to get the spare key and bring it back which resulted in you being super late.
You arrive at the hall after all, and after explaining the situation to aizawa he tells you that the only partner that's left is bakugo and that you're gonna have to sparr with him.
Your shoulders drop at his words. This is so much worse than any scolding you could've imagined. Of course. Of course the universe wanted to punish you, not only by making your fall head over heels for the guy who despises every fibre of you, no, but also by frequently forcing you to fight him.
And just like that he had you pinned against the floor, you fought against his grip but he didnt seem to budge. The anger was bubbling inside of your chest and it was getting harder to push it down. When would he STOP being so hard on you? Why did you have to have a crush on him of all people! AND WHY DOES HE HATE YOU SO MUCH?.
Before you knew it, your emotions got the better of you and you had bitten him so hard that he yelled in pain. This gave you an opening to slip out of his grip.
Unfortunately bakugo's anger seemed to be a neverending resource and you could practically already hear another explosion coming. "WHAT THE FUCK?! DID YOU JUST FUCKING BITE ME?!"
You skillfully converted your guilt into anger and directed it against him once more. "Yes! Because you deserve it, you piece of shit!"
You two moved so quickly that watching the fight transpire would be physically painful. With alternating hits, dodges and words exchanged, this felt like much more than a simple sparring match.
This match was different than every previous match and the bleeding bite mark and bakugos bicep was a painful reminder of that. Slightly out of breath he began shouting "What the fuck is wrong with you today?!"
"With me?! What the hell is wrong with you! You keep picking on me! You keep fighting me!"
You were cursing yourself up and down for becoming emotional, but how could you not? Tears started forming in your eyes as you continued shouting "I never did anything to you! I was always kind! I don't deserve this hatred! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LIKE ME BACK?!"
And just as the shouted words left your lips it dawned on you that you just let your best kept secret spill "..what?"
Bakugo looked at you with wide eyes, not certain if he had heard you correctly now.
The energy shifted and bakugos muscles went lax as he lowered his arm. Guilt was not only creeping in, it was enveloping him now. Suddenly he realised just how shitty he had been acting towards you. His own feelings for you suddenly felt exposed as well, his face falling into a mix of shock and a smile.
"What?" You asked him, all traces of anger wiped from your face. The unfamiliar expression on bakugos face made an uneasy feeling brew in your stomach.
"I do...". The words left bakugos lips and like a spell it turned you two into shy messes, stumbling over words and fidgeting with your hands.
"So...." "So?" "do you like ... wanna go out ... sometime?"
Blush spread across both of your cheeks. Intensifying as you muttered a shy "Yes, id love that".
Now you two just had to pray to god that none of the other students had heard you screaming...
Shoto:
Shoto was super perceptive of things happening in the real world, but of feelings? Not so much. He was aware when they started bubbling in his chest, when they were threatening to erupt but before that they went unnoticed a lot.
That's exactly what happened with his feelings for you, he didn't notice when that 'damn I really like them' started morphing into a 'damn I really love them' and much less when his heart started bleeding at the thought of you.
It was easy to ignore the slight changes in shotos behavior. It was easy to dismiss the worries by saying you were too paranoid but you just couldn't put a halt to the gnawing, the constant worry. He just seemed different in a way you couldn't pinpoint.
The bell rang marking the end of your day. Conversations ensued and the noise was accompanied by people packing their stuff and making plans. You saw shoto making quick work of his bag and you decided to take your chance.
You quickly crammed your supplies into your bag and jogged to catch up to him.
"Heya!", you greeted him with a smile. Shoto replied with a surprised "Hey".
"Do you have any plans now?". "No" "Perfect".
It didn't take long to convince Shoto to go check out a new cafe with you and soon enough you were walking side by side through the bustling streets.
You kept stealing glances, evaluating what you're seeing. He noticed of course, which made you turn away. There was no doubt that he somehow changed, were the bags under his eyes slightly more pronounced or were you just seeing things?
You wiped your sweaty hands on the outside of your legs, collecting your courage to ask. "So... is everything okay?"
Shoto tilted his head slightly before answering "of course, why wouldn't it be?". "Well... You've been a little distant lately, and uhm... more quiet. So i just wanted to make sure that nothing is up...".
You tried smiling at him but he saw that it was shaky, he saw the genuine worry on your face and it surprised him. Now that shoto was thinking about it you really were right. He couldn't sleep, focus or enjoy his usual pastimes the way he used to. But he never would've expected someone to notice it especially when he hadn't even noticed it himself.
"You know I'm just saying I'm a little worried, and we haven't hung out in a while... So uhhm if I've done something wrong or insulting please just tell me. I've been thinking back but I couldn't really tell what it was that made you want to have less-"
"y/n" Shoto interrupted your mumbled rant. You turned your head towards him, waiting for his words.
"It's not like that." "It isn't?" "No, don't worry".
Although shotos words were only partially true, he really didn't want to make you worry. He did feel different and he didn't know why, but your concern made him feel weirdly warm inside.
"As long as I'm with you everything is good"
You couldn't help but blush, and in return shoto blushed. The silence between you felt so thick as if it could turn into a blanket any moment and wrap you two in it.
After a while you worked up the courage to ask "wow this feels suspiciously like a date "
Without missing a beat he answered, "I like the sound of that". "Then let's make it one".
Before reaching the cafe your hand had found its way into his. The way his cheeks glowed light pink made your heart beat even more ferociously and this afternoon was just the first of many spent in that very same cafe.
iida:
The last couple of weeks iida seemed to be different. Completely overworked and stressed to hell and back.
It worries you deeply to see him like this. You were constantly wondering whether he was taking care of himself. The bags under his eyes seemed to be more pronounced and his participation in class seemed more shallow even though he was working more than before.
But whenever you wanted to investigate and find something out he seemed totally normal. He held a conversation just fine, he made you laugh and you enjoyed every second spent with him. But something wasn't right, you just knew it!
He was hanging up the new schedule for class duty when you saw an opening. You approached him with a clipboard in hand.
"Iida do you have a couple of minutes to spare? I'm collecting data for a study I'm conducting. It's supposed to help the planning of the schedule for future generations"
Of course that was all a lie, but it's not like he would find out. At least not immediately and that's what counts.
You began asking standard mental health questions about sleep, stress and self doubts. The answers surprised you. Of course you knew that iida had always been disciplined but this seemed like a little too much, training a little too hard, studying a little too long, sleeping too little. You had to do something.
"Hmmm, iida I have to tell you that your results are by far the most alarming. You're going to have to change parts of your schedule."
"What? What does that have to do with your study?"
"Oh- uhm nothing. But I'm just saying this as your friend now. Thanks to the study I have sketched out a standard routine, with a little bit of tweaking I can make it perfect for you"
Iida seemed suspicious of you and asked more questions which you all dodged like a pro. You were really good at persuading iida so it was only a matter of time until he accepted your offer.
It wouldn't be you if you didn't get the most out of it though. You got him to agree to meet in his dorm room to discuss further details and courses of action later.
One thing that was unmistakable though is that when he was talking to you, his mind was sharper, his sentences more clearly structured, his words more precisely picked and his cheeks tinted with an adorable pink hue.
Not long after iida told you he had to go somewhere and that you would talk later. So of course you got him to confirm your idea and as you said goodbye you shouted over to him
"It's a date then~"
The wink you shot him was the finishing touch, he disappeared in the crowd with burning cheeks and a rapidly beating heart.
Denki:
You always saw denki as a one in a million type of guy. The type of guy to remember the songs you liked and try to subtly incorporate them into his playlist when you were hanging out. The type of guy who would try to impress you with card and skateboard tricks. The type of guy who could joke for days, the type of guy you would scour the earth for. And harboring these feelings for him made it all the more difficult not to lose your mind when you heard him belittle himself so much.
Months passed but denki didn't pass up any opportunity to point words against himself. He was calling himself everything from stupid to ugly to incompetent, all of which were just factually untrue and one day you just couldn't do it anymore.
"You would never go out with an ugly boy like me, i just know it" Instead of taking the high road and trying to tell him hes pretty you bluntly state "I would if I could".
"What?", denkis voice hit an unusual cadence and the shock was dripping from it.
"What?", you ask back with a cocky tone.
"What did you just say?" Denkis self doubts seemed to be rather serious if he still asked you, his voice full of disbelief.
"I said I would if I could. You're cute, funny and lovely to be around, I can't think of a single reason not to go on a date with you"
You weren't sure if it was his quirk or just your hearts but there were definitely sparks. And as he smashed his lips against yours, connecting them in a passionate kiss, you praised the heavens for this gift.
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pairing: resident advisor!tenya iida x resident advisor!reader
genre/warnings: collage au, fluff, reader is just a chill guy
notes: RAs (resident advisors) are students hired by the collage to serve as a dorm leader for other residents. they plan events, do dorm room checks, file complaints on behalf of the residents, etc.
upon discovering that people donβt like him as an RA he seeks help from the βcoolβ one that everyone lovesβ you.
Iida is more nervous than he'd like to admit. He can feel his hands shaking, legs about to give out, why is he so nervous?
He's about to meet you're parents for the first time. Does he really have anything to worry about? No, definitely not. He so respectful to anyone no matter what unless he has a reason not to be. You are 100% sure you're parents will love him. But no matter how many times you reassurance him he has nothing to worry about, his nerves seem to get worse.
"Tenya, baby. You look fine." You assure him for what feels like the millionth time. "Are you absolutely positive, because I dont think this is acceptable to wear to meet you're mother and father" you can hear the shake in his voice.
Not only is he meeting your parents, but he's wearing a more layed back outfit (for him) made up of a graphic tee he got from Sero for his birthday and a pair of jeans.
He's almost positive that the only time he'd wear something like that is on the weekend when he's not training.
Sighing before you reply, " We are just going to have my birthday dinner, thats all. Nothing serious, I promise you Tenya if it was more serious i would tell you that"
No matter what he can't help it. He wants to impress youre mother & father, but not just that he wants to impress you.
Boyfriend!ProHero!Tenya Iida, who never imagined his life would turn out this eventful.
Not talking about hero workβhe expected that.
What he didnβt expect was you.
You, with your sharp mindβnot just in the bookish sense, but in that chaotic, unpredictable way that keeps him constantly on his toes. You, who do things that completely boggle his structured, logical mind.
And to think it all started with a 'distress call.'
Denki had been the one to introduce you. Well, technically it was a group of elderly citizens reporting that a naked young woman was trapped on her roof in the blistering 114-degree summer heat.
With most of Japanβs female pro heroes busy responding to similar heat-related emergencies, their finest gentlemen were next in line. So, naturally, Iida rolled up with Kirishima, Izuku, Shoto, Sero, and Denki, prepared for a daring rescueβwhat he wasnβt prepared for was recognizing you.
His face lit up before his mind could catch up, and as the others prepared for the operation, he called out, βLemme handle this.β
Instead of immediately rushing to action, he pulled out his phone. A few rings later, you answered, cheerful as ever.
Turns out⦠you were just sunning.
Denki, ever the menace, waved up at you like this was completely normal, while Iidaβwho prided himself on discipline and controlβcouldnβt help but let his gaze linger a second too long on the way your curves fit in that space cow bikini. (It was science, he would later tell himself, an observational slip.)
That 'scientific curiosity' quickly turned to panic when you stood up, scaring the absolute hell out of the guysβthen immediately slipped on your own baby oil and came plummeting down.
For once in his life, Iidaβs body moved faster than his mind.
He caught you without thinking, the impact sending oil splattering all over his uniform, dirt and debris from your front yard, and a lot of staring.
Now, sweating bullets, and with you nestled in his arms like some absolute vision of chaos incarnate, he was too stunned to do anything as you cheerfully invited them all inside for popsicles, Hello Kitty band-aids, and a fresh set of clothes for him.
Denki was the first to noticeβthe way Iidaβs eyes kept drifting to you, the way his fingers flexed slightly against the borrowed fabric of his 'Save the Rainforrest!' tshirt when you smiled. Ever the instigator, Kaminari had simply nudged him and said,
βDude, just tell her you dig her!β
And Iida was going toβuntil he slipped on an certain oily little footprint and crashed directly into you again.
He wanted to die on the spot, but the guys assured him it wasnβt that badβwell, except for Shoto, who simply tilted his head and offered,
βYou should still pursue her, despite your previous failure.β
One blind date later, and now here he wasβsitting on your couch in a deep navy button-up and grayish khakis, his arm securely wrapped around your waist like a true gentleman, as you nibbled away at another wineglass of spaghetti and dinosaur nuggets.
(Girl dinner, you called it. A fine dining experience, he had decided.)
Everything was unconventionalβthe wine glasses filled with red dye fruit punch, the dessert of warm apple pie with melted ice cream, the way your bare legs were thrown over his lap with no regard for proper etiquette. But if he wanted conventional, he wouldβve married someone his parents picked out for him.
Instead, he wanted this.
You.
And oh, how he loves all the unconventional things about you.
At first, it was a frustrating adjustment, but now?
Now, it's a reliefβa break from hero work, a workout that doesn't feel like training, just him and you, side by side in the fresh air. And the best part?
The way you always glance back at him with that soft, secret little smile, the one that makes his heart stumble, that blurs the edges of his vision until you, are his entire world.
