Tenya iida x oc (oc x canon!!!) fanfic (MDNI NSFW!)
(INTRO) Tenya Iida was the definition of a textbook perfect student. He boasted flawless grades, immaculate attendance, and held the proud title of class representative. His pristine reputation seemed entirely unshakeable—until he crossed paths with Maurice. Maurice was the quintessential bad kid, infamous for skipping classes and casually talking back to the faculty. Perhaps it was the second-hand smoke clouding Tenya's usually sharp judgment, but against his better instincts, the straight-laced class rep agreed to meet the troublemaker after school. One thing rapidly led to another, and Tenya found himself trapped in Maurice's dorm room. With Maurice pinned against the wall and his pants pooled around his ankles, Tenya was brought to his knees, completely consumed by the moment. Oblivious to the sudden danger, neither of them realized that Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic were currently marching down the hallway for a surprise room inspection.
Outside in the hallway, the heavy thud of combat boots and the sharp click of leather shoes drew closer, completely lost to the two boys inside.
"I'm telling you, Shouta, a surprise inspection is exactly what these kids need to keep them on their toes!" Present Mic’s loud voice bounced off the concrete walls of the Heights Alliance dorms. He gestured dramatically with a clipboard, his vibrant energy entirely unbothered by the late hour. "Routine breeds complacency, dig?"
Mr. Aizawa let out a low, tired sigh, his yellow sleeping bag slung over his shoulder like a heavy sack. His dark eyes scanned the row of closed doors with absolute exhaustion. "I don't care about their complacency, Hizashi. I care about contraband, unapproved support items, and anyone breaking curfew. Let's just get this over with. I want to sleep."
Inside the room, the atmosphere remained thick, heavy, and entirely disconnected from the approaching reality. Tenya’s usual razor-sharp focus—the kind that allowed him to memorize entire textbooks and track micro-seconds during speed trials—had completely short-circuited. His glasses sat slightly askew on the bridge of his nose, fogged over from the heat of the small space. His hands, usually chopping through the air to enforce discipline, were anchored firmly, grounding him in a moment of pure, reckless impulse that defied every rule he had ever sworn to uphold.
Maurice leaned back against the wall, his head tilted back against the plaster. His breathing was shallow, his fingers tangled in the dark fabric of Tenya’s school uniform waistcoat. For a guy who prided himself on never being rattled by authority, Maurice was entirely hyper-focused on the straight-laced class representative in front of him. The usual smug, defiant smirk was completely gone, replaced by a quiet, stunned intensity. Neither of them heard the rustle of papers just outside. Neither of them noticed the shadow crossing the gap beneath the door frame.
"Next up is room 204," Present Mic chirped, his voice dropping slightly but still carrying easily through the thin wood of the door. He tapped the tip of his pen against the clipboard. "Let's see who we've got in this neck of the woods."
Aizawa reached into his pocket, his fingers wrapping around the heavy brass master key ring. "Just open it quietly. If they're asleep, don't wake them up. I don't feel like dealing with teenage drama tonight."
The metallic jingle of the keys finally cut through the heavy silence of the room. The sharp, distinct sound of a key sliding directly into the lock mechanism clicked perfectly into place.
The heavy brass key turned in the lock with a sharp, definitive click.
The sound finally sliced through the haze in the room, but it came a second too late. Before Tenya or Maurice could fully process the noise, the doorknob rotated, and the heavy wooden door swung wide open, hitting the rubber stopper on the wall with a sharp thud. Bright light from the hallway instantly flooded the dim room, fully illuminating the scene inside.
Mr. Aizawa stood squarely in the doorway, his capturing tape loosely draped around his neck, his dark eyes fixed forward. Present Mic hovered just behind his shoulder, clipboard in hand and a cheerful comment already forming on his lips.
The words died instantly in Mic's throat.
The room fell into a suffocating, absolute silence. Tenya froze instantly, his body locking up as his brain completely short-circuited. He was still on his knees, his glasses slightly askew and fogged from the heat, his hands still gripping Maurice. Maurice remained pinned back against the wall, his pants still pooled around his ankles, his eyes wide with absolute horror.
Aizawa’s exhausted expression hardened into a flat, icy stare. Present Mic’s jaw dropped, his colorful glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he stared at the straight-laced, textbook-perfect class representative caught in the most scandalous compromise imaginable.
For a long, excruciating three seconds, nobody moved. The immaculate reputation Tenya had spent his entire life building shattered into pieces right there on the dorm room floor.
"Iida," Aizawa said, his voice terrifyingly quiet, calm, and completely drained of patience. "Get up. Fix your uniform. Both of you, my office. Right now."
—author’s note— I’m gonna stop it here, I might make a part two idk but this is my first fic so plz let me know if there’s any typos or anything u wanna see different if I do make a part two :3
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