(kofi Request) Brothers Who (try To) Carry Each Other

DES says . . . “tenya iida has fans” i scream as they lock me away in arkham asylum

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Boyfriend!ProHero!Tenya Iida, who never imagined his life would turn out this eventful.

Not talking about hero work—he expected that.

What he didn’t expect was you.

You, with your sharp mind—not 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 Japan’s 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 rescue—what he wasn’t 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, “Lemme handle this.”

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 Iida—who prided himself on discipline and control—couldn’t 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 guys—then immediately slipped on your own baby oil and came plummeting down.

For once in his life, Iida’s 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 notice—the way Iida’s 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,

“Dude, just tell her you dig her!”

And Iida was going to—until 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 wasn’t that bad—well, except for Shoto, who simply tilted his head and offered,

“You should still pursue her, despite your previous failure.”

One blind date later, and now here he was—sitting 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 unconventional—the 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 would’ve married someone his parents picked out for him.

Instead, he wanted this.

You.

And oh, how he loves all the unconventional things about you.

🩷How you’re brilliant in the way a lightning storm is—sudden, beautiful, erratic. You know the most random things, from obscure animal facts to ancient trivia, and he never knows what you’ll do or say next.

🩷How you collect the weirdest things—stray screws you find on the street ("These fell from something, Tenya. I can't just leave them!"), scented erasers shaped like tiny foods, and precisely one rock from every place you've traveled to, even if it's just the local grocery store.

🩷How you have a perfectly functional car but refuse to use it unless absolutely necessary to "save the planet." So now, Tenya owns a bicycle too, because if you're going to be stubborn about it, he's going to make sure you're safe when you're riding around town.

At first, it was a frustrating adjustment, but now?

Now, it's a relief—a 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.

🩷How you keep the ugliest little frog statue by your porch stairs because you insist it has some kind of protective energy (he’s skeptical, but he respects it).

🩷How you get so distracted mid-sentence, trailing off to admire a cloud, or a flower, or the way the streetlights hit a puddle just right. He used to think it was scatterbrained. Now he understands—it’s just you seeing beauty where others don’t bother to look.

And then there are the conventional things he loves about you too.

🩷The way you hold your cup with both hands in the morning, cradling the warmth like a precious treasure.

🩷The way you smooth down the front of his dress shirts when he wears them, like it’s some unconscious habit, some quiet affection.

🩷The way you tuck yourself into his side when you’re tired, sighing like he’s the softest place in the world to land. (He would know by now.)

🩷The way you tell him you love him—not just in words, but in the way you see him. Not just as the boyfriend or the hero,

But as Tenya.

He smiles without thinking as you turn to him, and when he catches himself, he doesn’t want to stop.

Because he loves you. Loves everything about you.

And as his hand briefly leaves your thighs to press against the small box in his pocket,

Tenya just hopes you feel the same way, too.

Pssst, there's a Valentines day event, and YOU🫵, get to pick!

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

Oblivious!Iida x Fem!Androgynous!Reader

Part 2: Changing Rooms + Binder

Part 1

Word Count: 800+

Content & Warnings: Reader references having trauma (implied to be sexual trauma), reader mentions wearing a binder (this is me projecting my former body dysmorphia), something Iida says sounds transphobic but he’s just uneducated, Mina makes a (slightly) inappropriate joke

Summary: After waiting for everyone to finish changing their uniforms, Iida realizes you aren’t there

Everybody was waiting in the hallway outside the locker rooms; all in their blue training uniforms. Iida tapped his foot impatiently. He had done a head count and they were still waiting for someone to finish. As he glanced over the small sea of heads, it finally clicked to him on who was missing.

You were nowhere to be found.

In fact, Iida began to realize, he hadn’t seen you in the boy’s locker room at all. There was over a dozen other guys in there, but he distinctly recalled the lack of your distinguished aura amidst the loud and slow-paced boys. After glancing around once more, he eyed the group of girls who huddled together to chat. No… was it possible that-

“Sorry I took so long!” You were quickly walking down the hallway (running was against the rules), wearing the same blue as everyone else. “It took me a while to find the nearest restroom…” you sounded out of breath, so it was possible that you had been sprinting earlier.

Iida briskly walked toward you, his angled arms swinging back and forth in front of him. “Why didn’t you use the locker rooms to change?” He demanded, standing in front of you while you caught your breathe with your hands on your knees. After giving him a sheepish smile, you straightened up and shifted to a more hushed tone.

“I have… trauma.” You explained, not meeting his eyes. “So I’m not comfortable changing in front of other people.”

Tipping his chin up, Iida chided you. “That’s no excuse to keep everyone waiting!”

You hunched a bit under the words. “I know I know… I’m sorry.” Finally, you looked him in the eye again and steeled your resolve. “I’m sorry, Iida, it won’t happen again.”

Satisfied with your answer, he nodded. “Good.” Then, he turned back around. “Alright everyone! It is time to get moving! We are approximately three minutes and twenty-seven seconds behind! We must maintain a quick and steady pace if we want to get there on time!”

The other students groaned, but you smiled. He may have been prude, but his lack of care for your methods truly showed how much he understood your situation by not trying to negotiate you out of it; considering how much he prioritized efficiency.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Ashido bumped into your hip with her side. “You know, other than finding the restroom.” The two of you started walking down the hallway. With your position, you were actually at the front of everyone.

Turns out you had just come from the direction you were heading.

“Ah,” you clocked onto what she was saying. “Couldn’t get my binder off. The darn thing was practically stuck to my skin.”

Finding it funny, she tickled between your shoulder blades where your sports bra now lay. Unfortunately, it was a must-wear when exercising.

“Don’t worry, Training is only for an hour. You’ll have it back on in no time.” She reassured. Her quick pace brought the two of you closer to Iida, who now turned around to look at you.

“Binders?” He said it like he had never heard the word. “Aren’t those something women wear?”

You winced, and felt Ashido do the same.

“No.” You said, trying to keep your tone light. It was obvious he didn’t mean it maliciously. “Most people who wear binders aren’t women. When women do wear them, it can often be for things like costumes or cosplay, as opposed to wearing them for the usual purpose.”

You sensed Ashido relaxing at your side as you explained. No need to punt Iida today over stupid reason number ‘I stopped counting’.

He nodded thoughtfully, falling in line next to you. “I see.”

You felt satisfied with the knowledge that this had gone well rather smoothly. Then, Iida hit you with the question of: “And what is its usual purpose?”

Your footstep halted for a moment. Ashido grabbed your shoulder and shook her head. You scrambled your brain for a way to word it in a way that your class rep wouldn’t deem scandalous. “It’s… um…” you scratched your neck. “Well, you see…”

“Ah!” He interrupted, turning his attention away from you. “We have arrived!”

Leaning into Ashido, you let out an exhausted sigh at being given a free out to try and provide an explanation. She just patted your shoulder in understanding.

“He’ll probably look it up online later and get traumatized all on his own.” She jested, supportively pushing you off of her so you could walk outside into the clear sun.

“Better the internet than me.” You jested back, lightly elbowing her ribs. Shrieking in laughter, she pulled your arm in to bring her lips to your ear.

“But you could have given him a lesson on female anatomy.”

Gasping loudly, you tried to elbow her again, but she ran away onto the training field. Trying to keep down your smile, you intentionally didn’t look at Iida as you sprinted after her; shouting and throwing empty threats.

She was never going to let the Iida jokes down, and it was going to be a long semester.

Tagist: Tenya Iida

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I randomly found this is my camera roll- i forgot i made it😭😭

katsuki bakugo is, shockingly so, a bit of a romantic. if the matching gold bands adorning both of your fingers wasn't the first indicator, than maybe his love language (cooking, of all things) can prove this notion.

katsuki wears nothing but boxers and an apron in the kitchen for two reasons. one, he rolled out of bed at six am and hasn't stopped his rampage in the kitchen since. and two, he gets hot easily when he's cooking.

it's the morning of your anniversary. your first anniversary with katsuki after getting married. your husband is crafting an absolute masterpiece in the kitchen—the spatula his sword and the plate his shield. today, you're awoken by the sound of his gentle voice coaxing you awake.

"hey, open your eyes, wifey." katsuki mumbles, poking your cheek with his knuckle as he sets your breakfast tray down on your bedside table. he crawls onto the bed, pressing a teasingly hard kiss onto your forehead, prompting you to squirm in his grasp with a whine

"katsuki, you weigh a thousand pounds, please! you're gonna crush me you brute..." you whine into your pillow as he scoffs, maneuvering onto his side of the bed with a grin. he turns his lamp on, enveloping the room in a soft, golden glow.

"happy anniversary, baby." he murmurs as he gently pushes a strand of hair from your face. your eyes shoot open in an instant, and you stare at your husband owlishly before a sleepy grin overtakes your features.

"anniversary! that's today?" you giggle, and he grins smugly while moving to grab your hands, intertwining your fingers with his and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles

"a full year already, huh?" he murmurs against your lips, prepared to kiss you before you turn your head away with a cheeky grin

"morning breath," you comment with an adorably scrunched nose that has katsuki scoffing. with a single palm, he grabs your face and presses the most obnoxious, and oddly loving, kiss right onto your soft lips.

you laugh into his mouth, and he grins sharply, pulling away before peppering a dozen more all over your face. katsuki's kisses were usually rough and passionate in their own manner—but right now, he's taking his time. savoring the feeling of your plush skin against his mouth as he holds you flush against him.

you smile underneath him, feeling like putty before you smell it—absolute heaven—lying just a few feet away.

"breakfast in bed..?! but you said you hate getting crumbs on the sheets!" you laugh, and katsuki rolls his eyes before sitting up. he grabs your tray, setting it down in front of you as he rolls his shoulders, the muscles underneath his apron rippling with the movement.

"i suppose i'll bend the rules just this once. only because we're married, or whatever."

"or whatever," you grin, bopping his nose as he scoffs

"and because i love you...i guess..."

considering how emotionally constipated your husband was, you'll take the win! you hand katsuki his spoon, and the two of you dig into the meal.

the majority of breakfast in bed consisted of katsuki begrudgingly being hand fed by you, a few quips here and there about which one of you would be getting the first gray hair, and basking in the morning glow of the rising sun with your lover.

Girls like Girls like Boys do, nothing new.

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Momo Yaoyorozu

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Toru Hagakure

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Tsuyu Asui

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Kyoka Jirou

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guess who had an eventful night 🍑

[aged-up characters]

all credits to the original artist @nitro_sugar on X

They’ve not been together long,

Izuku normally reaches out first

But Katsuki wants to try!!

Izuku, you’re not allowed to look yet.

You can do it Kacchan!