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!
