Entrance Exam

5 Times Iida Thinks You’re a Boy and 1 Time He Finally Realizes

Oblivious!Iida x Fem!Androgynous!Reader

Part 4: Date

Part 3

Word Count: 800+

Content & Warnings: rejection, slight angst (there’ll be a happy ending but not in this chapter), Iida and reader both make presumptions about each other

Summary: You’re at the library with Mina, and she convinces you to do something

“I’m telling you, that’s what he said!” Mina squealed, jumping up and down behind you with her hands on your shoulders. Sighing for more than one reason, you shushed her to keep her voice down as you continued to browse the library shelf.

“That doesn’t mean he’d want to go on a date with me.” You said, a little disgruntled. With Mina as your best friend, peace and quiet was a luxury you couldn’t afford. You wouldn’t have it any other way though, of course.

“Yeah but he said he likes intelligent girls who hold respect for rules and authority. That’s basically you in a nutshell!”

Hissing out another “shh!” Before the librarian could chase you down, you randomly pulled a book out and went to a nearby table. Sitting down, you opened the novel right up against your nose and did your best to ignore her. In truth, the words sparked a bit of hope within your chest, but the fear of it all crashing down scared you more than anything else.

“Come on.” She whispered to your left, sticking her nose between the edge of your book and your face. “There’s a good chance he might say ‘yes’.”

You slammed the book closed. Mina jumped back to avoid her face getting clipped. “Or he might say ‘no’.” You divulged to her your fear. It slipped through the syllables and conveyed exactly what you didn’t want to risk happening.

Placing a friendly hand down on your arm, she smiled warmly at you. Like always, she emitted guidance and trust. “And would that really be so bad?” She asked you in a heartfelt manner. It made you think.

Dipping your head, you let out a weak “no”.

“Great.” Her voice sounded solid. “Because now’s your chance.”

“What?” You shot your head back up, but it was too late. Mina had already zoomed out of her seat and away from your sight. Immediately, you understood what she meant. To your right, where you had just been before, browsing the same shelf on the same row, was Iida.

Sweat dotted your brow, and before you knew it, you stood up to make your way over to him.

“Oh, hey Iida.” You greeted, moving to slot your book back into its spot (which just so happened to conveniently be a foot away from him).

“Good afternoon.” He responded, smiling upon seeing you. The brief nervousness you had felt a moment ago seeped out of your body. Mina’s words coursed through you. She was right.

You could do this.

“Are you looking for something to read in your spare time?” You asked coolly. It would be easier to build up to talking with him about a shared interest. You liked books, he liked books, what’s not to like?

You, apparently. Or at least, that’s what you feared.

“Yes.” He confirmed. “I’m trying to find a piece of classic literature, but the author’s name appears to be evading me on this shelf.”

Following along with his finger as it reached where you were standing, you took a step back and pulled out the book you had just put back in. “It wouldn’t happen to be this one would it?”

His face lit up. “Marvelous!” He exclaimed. “I had no idea you were also into classic novels of this manner.”

You sheepishly rubbed the back of your head. Yes, you had randomly taken it out of the shelf, however, you had already read that book before. Multiple times, in fact.

“Yeah,” you told him. “It’s among my favorites.”

Iida leaned farther into your space. “If you like this one, perhaps you’ll enjoy some similar classic literature I have in my own personal collection of books.”

“I’d love that.” You gushed, then, saw the conversational opportunity and took it. “I would also love it,” you tried not to hesitate and just get the words out. “If we could go out on a date.”

You held your breath.

Iida’s mouth stayed partially open for several seconds. Then, he cleared his throat and straightened his posture. His eyes evaded yours and his cheeks turned pink. Despite his best effort to be vocally clear, he stuttered out his response. “I- I don’t-“ he vaguely gestured to all of you. “I’m not really into…”

Your eyes widened, quickly catching onto what he was saying. “Oh, I’m sorry for assuming. My bad.”

“No no,” he shook his head, still not looking at you. “It’s okay.”

“It’s alright.” You reiterated.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Now you were both standing there awkwardly. Another beat passed.

“Well.” You clicked your tongue. “I gotta go…”

“Right!” He said, arms stiff at his sides. “I shall see you in class.”

You did your best not to look at him forlornly as you quickly passed by. While attempting to exit the library, Mina intercepted you.

“What happened?” She asked gently, noticing the way you looked upset.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You said in hushed tones. She let you slip by her and through the door. You wanted to tell her the truth, but you couldn’t do that to Iida. If she asked again, you would just say that he rejected you. And that was true, right? Regardless of the reason.

He had rejected you.

Tagist: Tenya Iida

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Sorry this isn’t a lot, lowkey been busy lmao! I’m working on some WWE stuff and other MHA Content 🫰💐

Tags: @bluejaylo @themultifandomgirl

Pro Hero!Katsuki x Sweet Kindergartener Teacher

Probs out of character and this lowkey sucks ass but it’s what I can give as a beginner

middle school

HORNY BRAINROT.

☆ includes: aged up! various characters from bnha

☆ warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread

thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.

sucking on eijirou’s cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.

always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat — he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 hero’s patrols.

sometimes hitoshi can’t sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. he’ll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though you’re in a dream, rarely waking up — occasionally he’ll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.

keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.

despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. he’ll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, he’ll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, he’ll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.

speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.

i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hanta’s on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while he’s thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denki’s fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hanta’s cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.

despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. he’ll sigh shakily, hissing out, “ah— god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!” but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. it’s confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.

drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; he’ll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (it’s also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.

dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whatever’s in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, “shh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? don’t want any of the staff coming in, right?”

sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.

being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. “oh, you’re so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.” if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, “watch yourself cum” or “if you look away, i’ll stop pounding you”

shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.

sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know he’s busy. he’s always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what he’s gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or he’ll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.

phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good — he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. he’ll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, he’ll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).

god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his ‘us vids’ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. “so pretty, god damn.” as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. you’re a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time he’s cumming, you’re begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if you’re okay.

food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug — “tamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.”

━╋ ݁ ⏜ ꒰ GOOD LUCK, BABE! ꒱ ── momo yaoyorozu x fem!reader / tenya iida x fem!reader ๑ ֹ ₊ㅤ

𓏲𝄢 momo does love you with all her heart. she does. but why can’t she let herself be with you if she does. now she’s here, as your maid of honor, watching you get married to someone that isn’t her.

𝜗𝜚 ─ warnings : angst. mostly written in third person. first time writer…bear with me please :p (might rewrite this in the future if i get better)

༝༚༝༚ ⊰ momo didn’t know if she wanted to rewind time or not. she wanted too, but she didn’t after seeing how happy you were. seeing your smile and how your eyes lit up were everything to her. and she wouldn’t dare take that away from you.

you deserved to be happy with the one you truly loved. she may have had your heart first but she didn’t keep it. now you have found love and solace in another. she wasn’t upset or sad, she was happy for you, and couldn’t wait for the rest of your future. but she was selfish, and wished that it was her, you were getting married to.

it was her fault, truly, it was. maybe if she accepted that her heart called out for you, it could have been her.

“i love you.”

words you had said to her when both of you were still attending UA. she knew you meant them. she whispered the same words to you. nothing came of it though…because of herself.

she wanted more with you, she wanted to live life with you right by her side, experience things she never had before. she wanted to be with you, live with you, marry you, raise a family with you. it didn’t happen like she had planned.

for some reason she couldn’t accept her heart yearning for you. so she put her feelings aside, and forced herself to love someone else. she’ll never forget the night she told you.

tears streamed down your face, and you asked why. she didn’t answer you, but she apologized. that wasn’t any better. you weren’t going hang to her, you weren’t going to put your life on pause for her no matter how much she meant to you. but you did tell her that when she realized it was too late for her to come back to you, you’ll tell her ‘i told you so’. and how much you hated it.

༝༚༝༚ ⊰ the morning of your wedding she woke up next to you, in the same bed. your eyes were still closed, lips parted slightly. she counted each mole on your face, and memorized their places. she watched your body going up and down gently with every breath you took. she knew in just a few hours she could never ask herself if their was a possibility of you being hers.

she watched you for a few more minutes. nostalgia waves over her, and just for second. in that tiny second for her, you both were back in the UA dorms.

she pushed the memories away, and gently called your name. at five a.m. you both woke, other bride maids tiredly walking in to get ready with you. the whole time she watched you, as you got your makeup done. she always loved your eyes, loves the shape and color of them. she watched as you got your hair done, your curls full of life, falling down your back.

she helped you into your wedding dress. a beautiful white dress with blue rhinestones coating the train. she softly slide the dress over your figure and went behind you to zip it up. her hand hovered over the zipper, her fingers twitched and she zipped the dress up.

she admired you whole, from the top to bottom. taking in your presence, being able to stand next to you was a blessing for her. she put a hand on your cheek and smiled at you saying nothing. and you smiled back, leaning into her palm.

you love her, truly. but you weren’t in love with her. not anymore. you cared for her and you would never stop.

she got in her place, standing next to the the bridesmaids. she watched you walk down the isle. for her, it was an eternity. the realization slowly sinking in, that you would belong to another.

she looked away slightly as you shared a kiss with your now husband, tenya iida.

the after party being full of life, while she felt like hers broke apart. as you both were eating, a very familiar song came on, you turned towards her, you eyes lighting up. you laughed and told your husband you were going to dance, giving him a wide smile and kissing his cheek. you grabbed her hand without another word and pulled her to dance.

“are you happy?” momo asked you softly. “i’m really happy, especially since you were by my side” you told her.

“are you happy, momo?”

no. she wasn’t.

“…i am” she smiled softly, her eyes slightly filling with tears.

you smiled and nodded, wiping her eyes. “don’t cry, i think you’re too beautiful to cry.” and in return she laughs.

“i told you so. i told you we’d be happy”

oh, how those first four words sent pain to her heart. if her heart wasn’t completely shattered, it was now. and once again in that moment she wished she had never set you aside. she wished she had let herself accept your love and your heart. she now truly wished should could rewind time.

now she’s standing face to face with “i told you so.”

© tachiibabe … do not translate, copy or plagiarize any of my work. (whenever i decide to write….)

tags : @fishii28

my boys

Now about Tenya:

. Tenya is practically known for being punctual, but in an exaggerated way, since he always does everything to arrive at the place at the promised time, so much so that he is one of the first students to arrive at school. He ends up criticizing those who are late, only earning annoyance from his classmates, something he does not understand.

. Tenya has a huge idolization of his brother, Tensei. But Tensei is a little bothered to see his brother treating him like a god, he is always trying to get Tenya to stop this exaggerated admiration. This is also noticed by their mother.

. Tenya is autistic and has an OCD when it comes to keeping everything organized, to the point where he gets really irritated by people who are disorganized. A fact is that when he was a child, he almost had a breakdown when he noticed the whole room was messy after the art activity. He always leaves his belongings and clothes organized. He says he wants to leave everything ready for tomorrow.

. Tenya doesn't have a good relationship with his father, a former hero and head of the Ingenium Agency. This is because his father puts excessive pressure on his son, in addition to setting goals that Tenya does everything he can to achieve. One fact is that Tenya got an 8 on a math test and his api didn't speak to him for a week. As for his mother, she always wants to please him, and comfort Tenya while he cries and vents about his father's pressure, which always ends with her preparing hot chocolate and cookies for him.

. Tenya doesn't have many friends, only Ochako and Izuku at middle school, since he's always criticizing and trying to bring order, making his classmates tired of his attitudes, something that makes no one want to come to him to talk or ask him out. Tenya doesn't understand this, besides it hurts him a lot.

. Tenya always carries two spare glasses in case he breaks or loses the one he is using. He also always carries orange juice in his backpack during physical activities.

. Tenya does a lot of artistic gymnastics, which explains his muscular body and how good he is at jumping and falling. He soon gains a training partner (Izuku), since he also does this type of sport, requested by All MightStar.

. Tenya and Izuku didn't start off on the best of terms, as Izuku was incredibly able to answer questions faster than Tenya, and also got a higher grade than Tenya. This resulted in Tenya seeing Izuku as a rival, but they soon came to an understanding and became friends.

. Tenya is still amazed when he sees All MightStar in the living room of Izuku's house, especially when he sees him cleaning and carrying a basket of clothes. Izuku always laughs at Tenya's reactions.

What do you think? (Sorry for the long asks, I'm glad you're interested in my rewrite)

Hi @lorddog45 👋

I love how you're sticking to Tenya's Canon characterisation, making him a die-hard rule follower because he thinks and has been taught that it's both the best and right thing to do. I wonder how you would choose to present his conflict when he does learn that said rules aren't always the best at protecting people and aren't always the right thing.

I love the Canon focus on just how much tenya admires his brother, and I hope that with this admiration, we get to see more of tensei and how tensei feels about the hero world in general. Do you think tensei would try and sheild his brother, lead him to believe that nothing can go wrong if rules are followed? Do you think after tensei's attempted murder that he would be more honest with tenya and give him advice about the cruelty and dark truths of hero society?

The autistic and ocd tenya headcanons are to die for!!!! I always headcanoned him as autistic so I'm glad to see that others think this as well.

Tenya and shoto parallels!!! The strict father who holds way too much over the child's head drowning them in expectations that will most likely hinder and squander their potential in the processs. I am surprised that tenya still wants to be a hero after all of this maybe that's a nice contrast he has to shoto who until izuku convinced him and reminded him of why he enjoyed all Might didn't have much feelings to becoming a full fledged hero that would use both his quirks to their fullest potential

Desire for order and peace but also the desire to be seen as friendly and good clashing with tenya. Tenya not understanding how him simply wanting to do what he believes is good is harming him and everyone else.

This is Canon to me!!! Tenya does indeed carry and have a stack of glasses that he just knows he will need them because of the amount of times he has broken his glasses and he keeps a few bottles of orange juice that he sometimes ends up giving to ochako or izuku

Artistic gymnastic tenya!!!! Never thought of that but it makes sense and izuku getting inspired and becoming his partner is such a great idea and mirrors Canon how izuku was inspired by tenya's flexibility on how he moved his legs and started to incorporate that in his hero fighting style. I feel like ochako would join them as well and they would start to mesh both ballet and gymnastics

Tenya and izuku one sided rivalrly from tenya who thinks izuku is trying to one up him and also admires izuku while izuku just thinks tenya hates him and sometimes gets reminded of bakugo

Tenya being an all Mightstar fan and forgetting that his friend has all mightstar as their adopted parent mirror's izuku and how much he loves heroes and how izuku would definitely go into an analytical fan ramble whenever he meets tensei

I mean, they look kinda similar right?

MHA light novel quote that haunts me

Omg first name calling cuz of culture differences is actually the cutest

Hi pookie 🥰

Was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader (fem or gn depending on what you prefer) where reader is a foreigner but also newly in Japan so they don't fully understand Japanese yet? I've seen this concept before and it can be so funny and sweet

No rush at all and thanks in advance 💕

The way I got so excited seeing this ask.

Y’all rush me, PLEASE give me ideas.

Anyways here we go!

🌸

Starting at a new school wasn’t exactly what you had on your bucket list for this year. But thanks to a messy divorce between your parents (or insert any other reason you’d move to Japan idk brh) you and your mom end up moving to Japan.

You stare at the uniform you received with an unimpressed look. The last school you went to didn’t have a uniform, and this one looked extremely..uncomfortable.

You give a heavy sigh and throw it on, looking at the skirt with narrowed eyes. Seemed..short. You snatch some spandex from your closet and put them on underneath, they’re visible but who cares?

After saying goodbye to your mother (or father), you leave your apartment, heading down the street to the school you’d be attending, Aldrea Middle School.

You had done a little Japanese study before, but you couldn’t really speak it fluently- and you couldn’t read any kanji at all. You were worried because- well, you couldn’t speak the native language.

You told yourself you’d be fine, taking some deep breaths and assuring yourself that today was going to go great!

As soon as you stepped foot onto the premise, you could feel the eyes of the other students on you. Everyone..stared. It was to be expected, you definitely didn’t look Japanese, you were also a new face in general so..

You brushed off their stares with a smile, waving to the girls who stared at you as you walked into the building. Your face instantly soured as you walked in, feeling dread hanging over you.

God this was not going to go as well as you thought.

You walked to your first class, looking around with tense shoulders, more stares. “Figures as much” you muttered to yourself as you walked to an empty seat in the back.

You toss down your backpack and sit down, pulling out your phone and ignoring the whispers and sounds of the other students.

The bell rang and you let out a sigh of relief as the teacher walked into the classroom, looking up at the man.

“Today, we have a new student, she’s from (insert country), so try not to give her any grief” and with that, class started.

You let out a second sigh of relief, glad you didn’t have to stand up in front of the class and introduce yourself, and also glad that the teacher seemed to speak English pretty fluently.

As you were taking some notes, you watched an eraser whizz right past you, hitting a boy right in the side of the head. The boy simply sighed and went back to writing. Weird.

That happened a few times during class, people occasionally throwing things at the boy with curly hair. You raised a brow and watched as the other students whispered in Japanese while snickering and gesturing to the boy with curls.

You felt a little bad, wondering what he did to earn such treatment.

As class was dismissed, you looked down at the email on your phone with your schedule on it. You sighed and began to pack your things back into your bag, when you heard commotion. You looked up to see a blonde boy with two brunettes talking to the green haired boy.

You wondered what they were saying, but judging by the green haired boy tensed up, you figured it was nothing good.

You tried to ignore it, but a small yelp made you look up, only to see the blonde gripping the curly haired boy’s uniform. Finally, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You puffed out your chest and walked over to them, before grabbing the blonde’s hand.

“Let go.” You said in English, however, the blonde just looked pissed. He narrowed his eyes and muttered something in Japanese, to which you assumed was an insult. “Hey! I said let go. You’re being rude.” You glared at the blonde boy, clearly not tolerating his treatment towards Curls (you’d affectionately labeled the boy with- you guessed it -curly hair).

The blonde let go of Curls, and turned to face you, to which you crossed your arms and frowned at him. He raised a brow and spoke in Japanese, narrowing his eyes at you and stalking closer to you, almost threateningly.

“You’re being rude. Mean. God you probably can’t understand what I’m saying.” You sighed and the blonde scoffed “You asshole” the blonde shot back. You couldn’t tell if he actually understood you, or if he just knew bits of English, like how to insult people.

You narrowed your eyes at him before huffing. You grabbed Curls by his uniform, grabbed your backpack and dragged him away from the blonde.

The boy with curly hair was staring at you in awe. You were..amazing!

You set him up outside of the classroom, smiling at him “hi, sorry for dragging you out like that” you said in English, hoping he understood you.

He just stared blankly at you and you sighed “oh great..” you mumbled before pulling out your phone, you quickly typed out what you said to him a second ago, and had google translate read it out in Japanese.

He brightened and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck and holding up his other hand as he said..something.

You smiled a little, he was adorable despite not speaking English. You typed into the translator, asking him what his name was. The boy blushed a little bit smiled sheepishly “Midoriya Izuku” he said with a dimpled grin.

Your smile widened, and you felt a warmth spread in your chest. This boy was absolutely positively adorable. You pointed to yourself “Y/n, Y/n L/n” you spoke slowly, ensuring he actually understood what you were saying.

“L/n-chan?” He repeated, angling his head to the side “no no, Y/n” you corrected, smiling and trying to work with him, despite the language barrier.

Izuku blinked for a second, before smiling sheepishly “Y-Y/n-chan..?” He asked hesitantly, his cheeks a little red and his hands fidgety.

You nodded approvingly “that’s right! Nice to meet you Izuku!” You shook his hand, while he stared at you with a red face. Did you just call him Izuku..?

He smiled shyly and gently held your hand in his. He could tell the two of you were going to be good friends.

I love when y’all send me asks bc like, rhen I know what the people WANT. Anyways thank you for the ask! It was fun to write this!