omg yes another iida enjoyer… how does it feel to have god tier taste <3
i really liked your previous posts for him! if you’re up for it i’d love to see more general fluff! or maybe domestic/affection hcs i really don’t mind 💞
notes: he’s literally so under-appreciated and it makes me so mad smh. i can do that for you :)) literally gave myself a heart attack re-reading this because i love him sm. requests are open!
okay, hear me out.
headpats all the time
because i can just imagine when you’re older and he just got home from work and he sees you on the couch still awake waiting for him
and then he walks up to you an pats you on your head telling you that you don’t have to wait for him to fall asleep.
and then you tell him that you don’t want to fall asleep without him because he makes you feel safe
and it makes him want to hold you in his arms for the rest of eternity.
another good example of headpats with him was like at ua in the dorms
you were studying with him, and you finally figured out the math problem that you practically cried to him over
so he patted you on the head telling you that he was proud of you
but that was like the first time he did that ever, so he was flustered and shit
and then you had to tell him that you don’t mind it
it was probably one of his favorite days in his whole lifetime because you didn't judge him.
back to when you're older
iida probably kisses your forehead before he leaves the house whether you're sleeping or not.
if he needs to go on patrol late at night, he'll kiss your forehead and say goodbye
and if he's leaving to go to the store or something, he'll still do the same
if you're ever sad for any reason, he'll hold you as long as you want him to
or he'll just stay away because he doesn't want to make you feel worse with anything he may do to make it worse.
but he'll wrap you up i thousands of blankets and listen to why you're sad and comfort you about it
"there's nothing to worry about, i'll take care of it all." because he definitely will.
he appreciates you for any small thing you do for him. if you make lunch for him, he'll be happy about it for the whole day
like he won't stop thinking about you at all
and if you can't cook that's okay too because since he's so smart, he'll figure out how to cook and do it for you
i swear i have so many more thoughts on this man but i've taken like a week to put this all in here. literally there are no downsides to being with him.
Iida watched as you swung your legs slowly on the bleachers. The quiet girl of his dreams. You had been done with the training assigned to you and now took a break. The sun shone on you as you basked in its warmth. Your eyes closed as your face lifted towards it, as if it were caressing your cheeks with its rays. Iida kept jogging around the track; each time he passed you he would sneak glances at you. His eyes studied the way your skin seemed to shine under the light, how your hair swayed idly with the breeze, how your eyes shone as you looked… at him. Your beaming smile almost blinded the poor boy. He tripped over his feet as you caught him staring and a startled undignified yelp left his lips.
The boy had been pining for you for a while, but he had never been caught. Or so he thought. You had been watching him also. Your heart fluttered when you felt his eyes on you, your cheeks dusted in pink when he would approach you. You observed how the boy always cared for others and forgot to care for himself. And slowly you fell. Your crush blooming and growing into something stronger.
You had giggled when your eyes met his, but the joy you felt quickly was replaced by worry as you saw him eat dirt. Without a second thought you launched yourself off the bleachers. Quick steps lead you to the fallen boy, who was currently trying to hide his red face. You quickly kneeled beside him and picked up his glasses. He met your gaze carefully before looking away; embarrassment turned his cheeks and ears a sweet pink you found you loved. You softly turned his face towards you and carefully placed his scratched-up glasses back on his nose.
“Thank you….” He murmured.
You shook your head at the tall boy and stood; your small hand reached out towards him. He nodded and took your hand. You felt him tighten his grip as he got up and winced. You observed him carefully and saw the blood on his elbows. You tightened your hold on him and pulled him off the track.
“Wait, we should inform-“
“You need to get those cleaned.”
Your voice was heartbreakingly beautiful. Soft, warm, kind. Everything he dreamed of. He numbly nodded and followed you. Helplessly enchanted by the way you moved and held his hand. His hand seemed too big for yours, but you still managed to make him feel so warm. You sat him on a bench and quickly left him. He observed as your hips swayed as you looked for Aizawa’s first aid kit. Every detail he memorized. The way you pouted as you looked inside the bag, how your brows scrunched when you were lost in thought, how adorable you looked when you were worried. He was consumed by you.
Iida was startled out of his thoughts by soft hands grabbing his injured elbow. You carefully poured some antiseptic and began cleaning the injury. He watched you. The burn of whatever that was, forgotten as he melted under your touch. You, wonderful you, who always cared for others. Who always looked out for him. You, who always made sure he wasn’t neglecting himself. He missed when your lips moved and lamented how much of a fool he must look like.
“I’m sorry. What?”
“I said, you need to be more careful.” Your soft voice had a tinge of reproach in it, but it was enough to unsettle him.
“Ah yes! I am sorry my carelessness has caused you trouble. I promise I will be more careful in the future. I was just… uh. I was…” he tried to remain as stoic and professional as he could as he tried to find an excuse.
“Watching me.” You met his indigo eyes and observed as the boy short circuited.
“AH… WELL… YOU SEE! I WAS-“
He panicked and you witnessed his face become red. A small mischevois giggle left you and silenced the boy.
“It’s okay, Iida-kun… I watch you too.” You murmured.
Iida stared at you for a second and watched as you casually went back to taking care of his wounds. His heart was about to burst, and he found himself grabbing ahold of your hands. Freezing you in place, his dark eyes bore into yours.
“You do?” you nodded at the boy, pink dusting your cheeks. “Then you…”
He swallowed thickly, trying to bring himself to say the words he felt his heart scream each time he saw you. He pushed himself to express the warmth, the love, the sweetness you ignited in him each time he saw you. But nothing intelligible came out. At this point it was just a random mess of words and noises that he knew you couldn’t understand nor interpret. But he couldn't stop.
You watched the boy struggle with himself, the ever-present stoic demeanor melting away and leaving a jumbling mess. You felt your lips quirk into a smile, you enjoyed this side of him. It was cute. You lifted a hand to his cheek, effectively silencing him. You stood in front of him and before he knew it you had placed a slow kiss on his bruised cheek.
Your lips set his skin on fire and sent soft shivers down his spine. His heartbeat was so fast he felt he couldn’t keep up. Your eyes met his as you pulled away slowly. A halo of light seemed to surround you and he felt his chest tighten at the way you looked at him. It was almost agonizing. His breath left him as he saw you smile brightly. You were the incarnation of the sun and he was Icarus; and he didn’t care if he would crash and burn as long as you still looked at him like this.
“I like you, Iida-kun… a lot.”
Before you could blink, you were engulfed in strong arms. Your heart a deafening thump in your ears. You slowly wrapped your arms around him as you felt his embrace tighten. You felt the soft searing touch of his lips on your forehead and then you heard words. The words you had been aching to hear since the day your heart fluttered at the sight of the tall boy. The words you dreamed of each time he approached you. He buried his head into your hair, and you felt yourself surrender into his embrace.
