OKAY BUT GUYS. THIS IS KINDA HUGE FOR RODY ESPECIALLY...
The rest of these guys have had MANY volumes of manga and 5 finished seasons of anime (with one on the way) and literal years of existence...
For Rody Soul to be in the top 10 favorite characters of BNHA! Guys! That's like fucking amazing and he si deserves it and I just can't OMG. I'm so happy.
And though I doubt it, I do really really really hope that maybe this will show Horikoshi that he really should do more with Rody (and Pino) and his family!
Warnings: none? If there are lemme know and I’ll tag them. Also I didn’t edit this.
Words: 2240
A/N: I wrote Iida w/ red eyes because that’s their color in the manga and I’m a sucker for red eyes. Also forgive me, this is my first time writing for him properly so he may be a little bit out of character?
Y’all, please go check out @freckled-words for reading commissions!!! She is simply amazing and puts a lot of hard work into her videos, and hearing your work read out loud is honestly just amazing.
As previously expressed, I have WAY too many ideas for fanfictions. So I’ve decided, I’m going to share these ideas, but not in the way you’d expect.
Instead of writing out every single story. You are only going to get snippets. There’s going to be little to no pre-text, just straight up “BANG - YOU’RE NOW IN THIS MOMENT THAT HAS BEEN CIRCULATING IN MY IMAGINATION FOR THIS ONE IDEA.”
Depending on the length of the idea, it’ll get broken up into parts. But every idea will belong to the general collection of “FLEETING WORLDS.”
Note: I am terrible at writing action sequences, and there’s a lot first thing for this one. Sorry ^^”
This is not edited.
SCENARIO: Ochako wakes up in a dingy bar, the League of Villains are facing her down, and Bakugo is restrained in a chair to her left. More concerning, Shigaraki has placed a “no harm” rule for her.
Warnings: none? If there are lemme know and I’ll tag them. Also I didn’t edit this.
Words: 2240
A/N: I wrote Iida w/ red eyes because that’s their color in the manga and I’m a sucker for red eyes. Also forgive me, this is my first time writing for him properly so he may be a little bit out of character?
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Training had been rather rough on you today. Every muscle in your body ached, and your PE uniform was drenched in sweat (and possibly some tears) by the time you’d made it back to the girls locker room to peel it off. You toweled yourself off before throwing your uniform back on. A few of the other girls seemed just as exhausted as you were, while the others were just as chipper as ever.
This is what you got for slacking off to play video games.
Again.
Uraraka was the first to approach you, asking if you wanted to walk with her back to the dorms. She’d pushed back her hair with a plush, pink headband you were 98% sure had belonged to Aoyama at some point, and she was holding out a cooled water bottle that you just couldn’t say no to.
“Sure,” You said, taking the bottle. “Thanks.”
“No problem, (L/N)! You really look like you need it. Is everything okay?” Uraraka tilted her head a bit, her lips pulled back into a caring smile.
“Oh, yeah,” You started. “I’m fine, just feeling a bit behind it all. This is the last time I let Kaminari convince me to stay up till midnight to play Minecraft.”
“Oh did he rope you into helping him build that castle he was going on about?” She asked.
“We played for three and a half hours and we’re still flattening the earth for it.” You grumbled.
“I told him to just use creative mode.” Jiro piped in, coming to stand beside you. “But that idiot wants to do it all the natural way.” Jiro mocked Kaminari, rolling her eyes all the while. You snorted.
“Tell me about it, when I mentioned going into creative mode I thought he’d had an aneurysm.” You took a long sip from the water. The three of you began to exit the locker room. “At this point I’m pretty sure I know more about the durability of a stone pickaxe than I know about the math Ectoplasm is trying to teach us.”
“Are you falling behind on your studies, (L/N)?” You all but jumped out of your skin, turning to face Iida with a flushed face.
Of course it was him who heard you. You smiled up at him.
“Not so much falling behind on studying, more not understanding the work.” You said. “I was never very good at math back in middle school, so the stuff we’re learning now is pretty difficult for me.” You rubbed the back of your neck, averting your eyes. Uraraka wiggles her eyebrows playfully at you from beside Iida, and you frown at her.
You regret telling her about your crush on the engine-quirked boy.
“Well if you should need any assistance with studying, I would be happy to help you. I plan on working on my math after we finish dinner.” He adjusted his glasses as he spoke, his crimson eyes never leaving your own.
Curse him and his need for eye contact.
“Speaking of dinner,” Jiro said. “Who’s cooking tonight?”
“Sero and Kirishima.” You said, turning away from Iida. “It was supposed to be Sero and Mina, but Kiri owed her a favor.”
“Why didn’t they inform everyone of this? The whole schedule we set up-” Iida started, but you calmly cut him off.
“Iida,” you sighed. “The schedule will be fine. Kiri will help cook this meal, and the next meal he’s assigned to. There’s nothing wrong with a friendly favor.” Before Iida could say something, Midoriya exited the boys locker room, a towel thrown over his shoulders. He smiled when he saw the small group.
“Hey, guys! Heading back to the dorms?” He asked.
“Yeah!” Uraraka confirmed. “Come on, guys! We should get going before Mr. Aizawa yells at us again.” She grabbed your wrist to tug you along, and you let her pull you in the direction of the dorms. Jiro, Midoriya, and Iida followed suit.
The only other people in the dorms when you got back were Mina, Kaminari, and Sero. Sero had set out getting everything together for dinner while he waited for Kirishima. When Mina saw you, Jiro, and Uraraka approaching she ran up, an excited look on her face.
“My parents delivered my Wii console! We can finally play Just Dance together! Whatddya say, wanna play tonight?” You were about to let out a whoop in excitement, when you saw Iida looking at you from his seat at the tables. He was already getting to work. He looked away rather quickly when he noticed your gaze turn in his direction.
“Actually, guys, I uh… I think I’m gonna take tonight to study.” Uraraka’s head snapped in your direction. The mischievous glint in her eyes surprised you momentarily.
“Oooo, you taking Iida up on his offer?” She teased you. Mina squealed, drawing in others' attention. You smacked her arm, but she seemed undeterred.
“Iida,” She said in a harsh whisper. “So is it like, a date-”
“We’re just going to be studying-”
“A study date, then?” Mina seemed more excited about the prospect than you did. You’d been looking for a reason to spend more time with Iida alone, but he always seemed to be busy with school work, or was always around Midoriya and Uraraka.
“No.” You say. “Just two friends studying math.”
“Sure.” Mina continued to tease. You really wished she wouldn’t do this while he was right there, but Iida either didn’t hear what was happening or he wasn’t paying you guys much attention because his eyes were trained on his work. You ignore your friends and go to approach him.
He looked up when you reached the table.
“Hey,” You said.
“Hello, (L/N). How can I help you?”
“So were you… serious, about that offer? To help me with the math?” You wanted to slap yourself. Of course he was serious. When was Iida not serious about something?
“I was,” He nodded. “Like I said, I should be getting to my math after we eat.”
“Awesome.” You nodded. “Thanks again, Iida.” He nodded back before returning to his work. You went up to your room to throw on more comfortable clothes, using a couple of wipes to clean up the oil on your forehead and cheeks. You had been laying on your bed scrolling through the various apps on your phone for around an hour when Tsu came to get you for dinner.
Part of you wanted to shovel down the food - the faster you ate, the faster you could study.
But the other part of you wanted nothing more than to never finish dinner so that you couldn’t possibly embarrass yourself in front of Iida. It was bound to happen, you were sure of it. You would say something stupid with such confidence and then Iida would know just how dumb you really were.
But it smelled so good, and the way your stomach rumbled - surely you couldn’t say anything that stupid.
Right?
Uraraka gave you a quizzical look.
“Are you gonna eat it or are you just gonna drool over it?” She asked. Snapping from your thoughts, on instinct, you wiped at your mouth - she was right. You had been drooling. How embarrassing, you seethed. “Everything alright, (L/N)?”
“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah I’m fine. Just thinking.” Without a second thought you began to stuff your face.
When class 1-A first moved into the dorms, a good chunk of the class sucked at cooking. It was typically Bakugo, Uraraka, or Sato who cooked meals.
That was, until the hot headed gremlin decided enough was enough and there needed to be some kind of proper schedule and some kind of lesson.
“I’m not gonna be cooking for you damned bastards for the rest of school.” He’d said. “Either you learn to cook or you starve.”
The only people who couldn’t be trusted in the kitchen were Mineta, Higakure, and Aoyama.
Those three could burn water without turning the stove on.
Kirishima had become one of the better cooks - so having been paired with Sero, who himself was fairly decent, the meal was amazing. Maybe not Lunch Rush amazing, but enough to make you want seconds.
By the time you’d finish your plate, most of the girls and a handful of the guys had scattered, finished with their meals and prepared to unwind or get to work. You took your plate to the kitchen and then went to your room to wash up. You retrieved your homework, notes, and textbook, and after wiping the sweat off your palms, went to go find Iida.
He sat at one of the tables in the common room alone, surprisingly. Usually after a meal Midoriya and Uraraka would sit with him for a bit before going their separate ways. But not tonight.
Were they both joining in on Mina’s game? Or had you just taken that long to get ready?
“Uh, hey, Iida.” He looked up from his work and gave you a kind smile.
“Ah, (L/N), are you ready to work?” He asked. You nodded quickly and moved to put your stuff down across from him. “Perhaps you should come sit over here. It would make it much easier to show you what to do.”
“Oh. Um, okay.” Your fingers gripped your wares tightly as you came around to sit beside Iida. He had his text book open to the pages you guys had been assigned earlier that day - his paper was already filled with notes. “Well, uh, where do we start?”
Listening to Iida go on about math was much easier than listening to Ectoplasm, in your opinion. Maybe it was the fact that you could listen to Iida talk about anything - he could read you the ingredients off of a candy bar wrapper and you would be entranced.
Or maybe it was because what he was saying actually made sense.
“Mr. Ectoplasm tends to explain things in a lot less detail than he should.” Iida admitted. “But I used to sit with my brother when he did his math homework, so it’s pretty easy for me to figure out.”
“How is he, by the way?” The thought of Iida’s brother had been itching in the back of your mind. Ever since he got hurt you’d never seen Iida more determined. You worried sometimes. When you saw a sad look in Iida’s eyes, a part of you regretted asking. His gaze bore holes into the textbook, but he smiled.
“He is healing. Slowly, but surely.” That was all Iida had to say on the matter. Before you could say anything else about it, he was back to explaining the equation you were working on before.
The two of you worked for an hour and a half, and by the time you’d gotten to the last equation you felt proud of yourself. Usually math took you a lot longer. Sometimes you didn’t bother doing them at all (not that you’d ever tell Iida this).
“How are you feeling? Did you understand everything we went over?” Iida asked, setting aside his pencil.
“I think so.” You smiled. “I definitely understand more than I did this morning.”
“Well, I’m glad.” Iida removed his glasses, and cleaned them with a small cloth that he’d kept folded beside his text book. “I’m about to start on English, if you should need assistance with that as well.”
“No,” you smiled. “I’m actually fairly good in English.” You closed your textbook, piling the homework and notes you’d taken on top along with your pencil and pen. “Thanks again for helping me Iida, I owe you one.” You said as you stood up from the table, a couple of joints popping in the process.
“Like a friendly favor?” The question surprised you, but after the initial shock washed away you smiled.
“Yeah.” You said. “A friendly favor.” You picked up your things, ready to depart.
After a moment's thought and a short rush of confidence, you found yourself giving the class rep a short hug, your free arm wrapped around his shoulder and your cheek pressed against the top of his head. He tensed up for a moment, but instead of pushing you away like you imagined he would, he placed a hand on your arm and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Thanks again, Iida.” You pulled your arm away and all but skipped out of the common area. When you made it back upstairs to your dorm room, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. After setting your homework back into your bag, you went to read the text.
It was from Iida. You frowned.
Had you forgotten something downstairs?
Unlocking your phone, you open the text.
T. Iida: So
T. Iida: About that favor.
(Y/N): Yeah?
T. Iida: Perhaps you might be willing to join me this Sunday to the nearby café? I was going to go with Midoriya and Uraraka but they are now busy and I would prefer not to go alone.
You flushed a bit. Iida was asking you to go with him to his favorite café (you’d heard him mention how much he loved the place before - the best lattes he’d ever had, if you remembered correctly) with him. Alone.
Like, come on, this is the boy who blushed when someone cute talked to him.
So when you ask him to hold you/let you hold him he got super flustered
Constantly asking if you’re okay, if you’re comfortable, ect.
Isn’t stiff, but isn’t totally relaxed either.
When you first start cuddling as a normal form of affection do not ask him to cuddle in the common room he will explode.
Once he gets used to cuddling with you, though, he’s the biggest teddy bear in the world
After a hard day of training he’ll fall on the couch and just open his arms for you to fall into. Doesn’t care who’s around.
Play with this boy’s hair. Please. Run your fingers through it. Gently scrape your nails along his scalp. He will melt.
If you kiss him, whether it be on the lips, or anywhere else, insta-blush. It doesn’t matter how long you two have been together.
Kiss. His. Freckles. Do it. You know you want to.
If he thinks you’re asleep he will press kisses to the top of your head.
Favorite way to cuddle is to have his head on your chest, arms around your waist while you play with his hair.
Second favorite is spooning. He likes to be the big spoon, to protect you. Also so he can bury his face in your neck or in your hair.
Also, he’s ticklish around his hips, so if you brush those places he will let out an adorable squeak.
Tickle him at your own risk, he’s a kicker.
He doesn’t mean to kick, he just can’t help it.
If he tickles you by accident, though, he won’t usually take it any farther unless he’s feeling rather playful.
Especially loves to cuddle just after you’ve showered because he loves the smell of your soap.
Talk with him while you cuddle, he wants to hear everything you have to say.
He will 100% talk back.
You guys have full on conversations while cuddling.
Sometimes he just likes to have you in his lap while he flips through his notebook so you can see all the notes he’s taken.
He tries to skip over the pages with notes on you, because “oh god it’s not just quirk notes please don’t look at it-“
You know when he’s fallen asleep because this boy snores. Not loudly. But it’s a steady sound.
He really likes when you just lay down on him. Put all your weight on him, you’re like a stress blanket. Whatever he’s been worrying about just kind of melts away when he’s under you.
