suna rintarou will be me valentine and my gift will be a teddy bear 🧸
honestly i see him as a best friend/ secret crush. so imagine how i would overthink and break when i receive the teddy bear from him.
Valentine’s Day was a nightmare disguised in pink and red.
You sat at your desk, hunched over a textbook, pretending to study as your classmates exchanged chocolates, notes, and giggles. Every year was the same- you watched, half-amused, half-annoyed, as couples solidified their already obvious feelings for each other, while you remained firmly in the “just a friend” category. It had never bothered you before.
Until Suna Rintaro casually handed you a teddy bear that morning, effectively short-circuiting your brain.
It wasn’t fancy- just a simple brown bear with a tiny heart stitched to its chest, but it was from him. Your best friend. The same best friend you’d harbored a not-so-small, not-so-innocent crush on for years.
He had handed it to you like it was nothing. No teasing smirk, no grand gestures, just a lazy, “Here. Happy Valentine’s,” before shoving his hands back into his pockets and walking off, leaving you clutching the bear like it was a live grenade.
Your heart had been pounding so loudly you barely heard the rest of what he said.
Now, hours later, the bear sat on your desk, staring at you as if it held all the answers you were desperately trying to find. What did it mean? Was it just a friendly gesture? Was it a joke? Did he give one to anyone else? Should you have thanked him more enthusiastically? Should you have asked?
Your mind had spiraled so violently out of control that by the time night fell, you were completely drained. Every possible scenario had played out in your head: Suna was mocking you. Suna was pitying you. Suna liked you but didn’t know how to say it.
By morning, you had nothing left to give. The exhaustion had settled deep in your bones, leaving you sluggish and indifferent. You couldn’t afford to keep breaking your brain over this. Whatever it was, you’d convinced yourself it wasn’t worth the mental breakdown.
But Suna wasn’t about to let it go.
“Did you like the gift?” he asked lazily, slumping into the seat beside you. His tone was light, but there was something expectant in his gaze as he tapped his fingers against the desk.
You blinked at him, completely worn out. “Sure. Yeah.”
His expression flattened. “That’s it?”
Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Suna sighed, tipping his head back against his chair. “Gosh, you really are dense.” He ran a hand through his hair before fixing you with a look that sent another wave of confusion through your already fried brain. “Don’t make me say it.”
Your throat tightened. “Say what?”
“That’s what the bear was for.”
Your heart nearly stopped. Your body went still, fingers frozen against the desk as the words settled heavily between you.
You just stared at him, trying to process, trying to put two and two together but failing miserably because your brain had completely crashed. Your mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.
Suna, however, was completely unfazed. He studied your face, waiting for a reaction, but before you could even think of one, the teacher walked in, calling the class to order.
“Talk after school,” Suna murmured under his breath, standing up and making his way to his seat across the room, leaving you sitting there- stunned, speechless, and utterly incapable of functioning.
The rest of the class was a blur. You heard nothing, saw nothing, could barely breathe. Suna had essentially just confessed, and you had given him nothing in return. No reaction, no words, just complete silence like an idiot.
By the time the final bell rang, you still weren’t sure how you managed to move your feet, but somehow you found yourself outside, standing near the gates, heart slamming against your ribs.
And then there he was. Hands in his pockets, expression unreadable as he stopped in front of you.
“So,” he said, tilting his head slightly, eyes flickering over your face. “Are you gonna keep looking at me like I just dropped a bomb on you, or are you gonna say something?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “You- you really-?”
Suna exhaled, shaking his head with a small smirk. “Yes, dumbass. I like you.”
Your breath hitched. The words, so simple yet so impossible, sent another wave of disbelief through you. “But-”
“No buts,” he interrupted. “I’ve liked you for a while. I just figured, I don’t know, a Valentine’s Day teddy bear would be a good enough hint, but apparently, I forgot who I was dealing with.”
You swallowed hard, hands gripping the straps of your bag. “I- I don’t know what to say.”
He studied you for a moment, then sighed, stepping closer. “Look, if you don’t feel the same, just say so. But if you do…” His voice softened. “You don’t have to overthink it. It’s just me.”
That- that was the problem. It was him. It had always been him.
You took a shaky breath, looking up at him, really looking, and suddenly, the weight of all your endless thoughts, all your unnecessary anxiety, melted away. Because there he was, standing in front of you, waiting, patient and certain in a way you had never been.
And finally, finally, you let yourself believe it.
“I do,” you admitted softly. “I like you.”
A slow grin spread across Suna’s face. “Good.”
And then, in a move so casual it nearly undid you, he reached out, ruffled your hair like he always did- but this time, his fingers lingered, threading through the strands before settling at the back of your head. “Took you long enough.”
You let out a breathless laugh, heart still hammering, still catching up, but warm, undeniably warm.
Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.
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a/n i LOVE YOUUUU this request was so cute i love suna sm
Valentine’s Day had always been just another day for you and Sero. It had never carried any deeper meaning than an excuse to binge on half-priced chocolates the day after. Since the moment you met, people had always assumed you were a couple, pointing out how well you fit together, how you clicked so effortlessly, how your inside jokes and shared laughter felt like something more. But every time, you both laughed it off.
“Us? Dating? Yeah, right.”
That had been the routine for years.
So when your entire friend group bailed last minute on your carefully planned Valentine’s Day hangout, you thought nothing of it. The plan had been solid- picnic in the park, wandering downtown, dinner at a fancy restaurant, and capping the night with a drive-in movie. The only difference now was that it was just you and Sero.
“Guess we’re sticking to the plan anyway,” he had said, a grin tugging at his lips. “Can’t let all this effort go to waste, right?”
And yet, as the day went on, things felt… different.
The picnic in the park was peaceful, the midday sun casting a golden glow over the grass, warming the slight chill of February air. You sat across from Sero, knees brushing as you passed snacks back and forth, joking about how you two looked like a picture-perfect couple straight out of a rom-com montage. But when your fingers brushed reaching for the same strawberry, there was a moment- a flicker of hesitation, his dark eyes lingering on yours a second too long. You brushed it off, but something inside you stirred.
The walk downtown was casual, but there was an ease, an intimacy, to the way your shoulders bumped and neither of you moved away. You stopped by a tiny bookshop, playfully picking out the most ridiculous romance novels to tease each other with. But then Sero found one, a well-worn copy of a poetry book, flipping it open to a highlighted passage.
“‘You are my favorite place I will never tire of visiting,’” he read aloud, his voice quieter than usual. When he looked up at you, the playful glint in his eye had softened into something unreadable. The air felt heavier between you for the first time that day.
Dinner was what finally broke you. The restaurant was dimly lit, candles flickering on each table, casting a golden hue over the countless couples surrounding you. You had chosen a fancy place, laughing about how the idea of your whole chaotic friend group invading a romantic venue was hilarious. But now, sitting across from Sero in the glow of candlelight, the illusion became difficult to ignore.
Everywhere you looked, couples were leaning in close, whispering, sharing secret smiles. And then there was Sero, looking at you with that same softness he had at the bookstore.
“What?” you asked, poking at your dessert with a fork, suddenly aware of how warm your face felt.
“Nothing,” he replied, but the corner of his lips twitched. “Just… I get why people think we’re together.”
A heartbeat of silence.
And then-
“Yeah,” you admitted, exhaling a quiet laugh. “I get it too.”
By the time you reached the drive-in movie theater, something had shifted. The night air was crisp, stars faintly dusting the sky, and as you settled into the car, the realization that it was only the two of you made your chest feel tight.
“When Harry Met Sally,” the marquee read.
Of course, it had to be this movie.
You’d both seen it before, had joked about it before- the slow burn, the friends-to-lovers realization, the undeniable pull. But tonight, it hit differently. Every meaningful glance the characters exchanged, every moment they resisted what was right in front of them, felt like it was mirroring your own story.
Then came the scene. The scene where Harry finally admits it.
“I love that you get cold when it’s seventy-one degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich…”
Your breath caught as you turned to look at Sero, only to find him already watching you. His face was unreadable, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with something serious, something raw.
“I love how you always steal the last fry, even though you said you were full,” Sero murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I love that you laugh at your own jokes before you even finish them. I love-”
You swallowed, heart hammering. “Hanta-”
“I love you,” he said, exhaling like he had been holding it in for years. “I think I always have.”
The world seemed to slow, the sound of the movie fading into the background. You had always brushed off the possibility, convinced yourself that what you had was just friendship. But sitting there, in the glow of the screen, with Sero looking at you like that, it felt like everything had been leading to this moment.
A beat of silence stretched between you.
Then-
“You’re an idiot,” you whispered, a slow smile spreading across your lips. “Because I think I love you too.”
Sero’s grin was immediate, relieved, overjoyed. “Took us long enough, huh?”
You laughed, and when he reached for your hand, you didn’t hesitate to take it.
Maybe everyone had been right all along.
Maybe, from the very beginning, it had always been you and Sero.
him and the reader are friends who happen to be spending valentines together. and on valentines day, everything seems to be discounted for couples. why not pretend to be one to have some fun and save some money? but by the end of the day, the two start to realize they want to be more than friends...
Valentine’s Day had never been a big deal to you. In fact, you usually spent the day ignoring the influx of pink and red decorations, the sickly sweet smell of chocolate in every store, and the countless couples parading their love all over social media. But this year was different—this year, you had Denki Kaminari, your best friend and partner-in-crime, lounging on your couch with his phone in one hand and a bag of heart-shaped gummies in the other.
“Dude, look at this,” Denki snorted, turning his phone screen toward you. “Couples get half off at that new sushi place downtown.”
You raised an eyebrow and leaned in to look. Sure enough, the restaurant was running a Valentine’s special for couples only. Your feed was flooded with similar deals—discounted movie tickets, buy-one-get-one-free desserts, even an escape room that was offering a ‘lovebirds’ challenge at half price.
“We should totally do this,” he said, popping a gummy into his mouth. “Like, fake date for the day. Think about it—we could get a whole day of free and cheap stuff just for pretending to be madly in love.”
You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Denki, that’s ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously genius.” He smirked. “Come on, unless you have a real date planned?”
You scoffed. “Please.”
“That’s what I thought. So what do you say, partner? Shall we become the ultimate fake couple for the day?”
You hesitated for a moment, but the idea did sound fun—plus, free food was free food. “Alright, but you better commit to the bit.”
Denki beamed. “Oh, I’m about to be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.”
Your first stop was the sushi restaurant, where Denki dramatically slung an arm around your shoulders as soon as you walked in.
“Table for two, lovebirds?” the hostess asked, smiling warmly.
You were about to speak when Denki beat you to it. “Yes, please! My sweetheart here has been craving sushi all week.”
You felt warmth rise to your cheeks at the casual pet name, but you forced yourself to play along. “Yeah, my wonderful, amazing boyfriend knew exactly what I wanted.”
The hostess gushed about how cute you two were as she led you to a table, and soon, you were enjoying half-priced sushi rolls. But somewhere between the casual banter and Denki reaching across the table to brush a stray grain of rice from your cheek, you started to feel something shift. The jokes felt a little less like jokes, and the playful touches lingered just a second longer than necessary.
Next was the dessert café offering a ‘sweetheart special’—a free dessert for couples who fed each other at least one bite. Denki, ever the performer, wasted no time scooping up a bite of chocolate mousse and holding the spoon toward you with an exaggeratedly romantic gaze.
“For you, my dearest,” he said, barely suppressing a grin.
You rolled your eyes but leaned in anyway, taking the bite. The mousse was rich and smooth, but you hardly noticed because Denki’s eyes were locked on yours in a way that made your heart stutter just a little.
“You’re supposed to feed me now,” he said, his voice softer.
You hesitated only a moment before mimicking his actions, offering him a bite. He took it without breaking eye contact, and for the first time today, you wondered if maybe this wasn’t entirely just a game for him either.
The last stop of the day was the escape room. The challenge was to “escape Cupid’s Trap,” and while you managed to solve the puzzles quickly, the final challenge required you to ‘prove your love’ by standing in a heart-shaped spotlight and declaring a heartfelt message to your ‘partner.’
Denki stepped in without hesitation, pulling you close. “I don’t need a spotlight to tell the world how amazing you are,” he said, and this time, the teasing lilt in his voice was barely there. “You make everything more fun, and honestly… I wouldn’t mind doing this for real.”
Your breath hitched. “Denki…”
“I’m serious,” he said, his grip on your hands tightening just slightly. “I thought today would just be a fun little scam, but somewhere along the way, I realized I actually really like being your boyfriend—even if it’s just pretend.” He let out a nervous laugh. “Unless… it doesn’t have to be pretend?”
You stared at him, heart pounding. All day, you’d been pushing aside the little moments, the lingering touches, the way your chest tightened whenever he said something sweet. But hearing him say it out loud made you realize—you wanted this too.
A slow smile spread across your lips. “Maybe we should do this for real, then.”
Denki’s eyes widened for just a second before he grinned. “Wait, really?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I think we’d be pretty great at it.”
His face lit up, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into a giddy, slightly clumsy hug. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”
And just like that, the fake date wasn’t so fake anymore.
Preferably as a written fic. I can just imagine poor denki loosing his mind when he realised he forgot the card.
Valentine’s Day had never been a particularly exciting day for you. It was nice, sure—full of chocolates, roses, and extravagant gestures- but it had never been anything special. That’s why you found yourself spending it the way you always did: lounging in your room, hanging out with your best friend, Denki Kaminari.
Denki was sprawled out on your bed, scrolling through his phone while absentmindedly tossing a heart-shaped pillow in the air. You sat on the floor beside your bed, flipping through a book, comfortable in the silence between you two. That was the beauty of your friendship- you didn’t always need to talk.
A sudden knock at the door pulled you out of your book-induced trance. You exchanged a curious glance with Denki before getting up to answer it. As you opened the door, your gaze fell to the ground, where a beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers lay at your doorstep. Vibrant petals, soft and full, decorated with sprigs of baby’s breath, all carefully wrapped in brown paper. They were stunning.
Denki bolted upright, eyes widening slightly as you bent down to pick up the bouquet. This was it. The moment he had planned.
Except-
“There’s no note?” you muttered, turning the bouquet over in your hands.
Denki’s heart stopped.
No note? No. No, no, no. There had been a note. A carefully handwritten, slightly crumpled, anxiety-ridden note that he had spent hours perfecting. The note that was supposed to explain everything. How could there be no note?
Your head tilted in confusion as you turned back to Denki, bouquet in hand, while he stared at you in sheer horror. “Uh… you okay?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Uh- y-yeah! Totally! Just… wow, flowers! Crazy!” he said, forcing out a laugh.
You gave him a suspicious look. “You wouldn’t happen to know who they’re from, would you?”
Denki scrambled for an answer. The panic rising in his chest made it nearly impossible to think straight. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
“Nope! No clue! But I can help you figure it out!” he blurted, forcing his lips into an overenthusiastic grin.
You blinked, glancing between him and the bouquet. Something felt weird about his reaction, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Still, the idea of a little Valentine’s Day mystery was intriguing.
“Alright,” you agreed, setting the flowers down on your desk. “Let’s do it.”
Denki let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, but the relief was short-lived. Because now, instead of just confessing, he had to spend the whole day helping you investigate… himself. Great.
The first suspect was Kirishima. He was kind, thoughtful, and totally the type to give someone flowers on Valentine’s Day. But when you questioned him, he laughed and shook his head. “I wish I could take credit, but nah, not me.”
Mina was next, but she immediately denied it. “Those are way too classy for me. I would’ve picked something bright or even sparkly.”
Todoroki? No way. Midoriya? He turned red at the mere idea. Bakugo? He swore aggressively that if he ever sent someone flowers, it would not be in such a ‘damn cutesy’ way.
One by one, you crossed off names. With each rejection, Denki could feel his resolve crumbling. He had dug himself into a hole so deep, he wasn’t sure how to get out.
As the sun began to set, the two of you sat side by side on your bed, the list of suspects reduced to nothing. You sighed, tossing the notepad onto your desk. “Well, whoever sent them clearly doesn’t want to be found.”
Denki stared at his hands, his heart hammering against his ribs. He couldn’t keep this up anymore. The words were on the tip of his tongue, begging to be let out.
“I sent them,” he finally confessed, voice barely above a whisper.
You turned your head so fast, he thought you might get whiplash. “What?”
“I sent the flowers,” he repeated, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “There was supposed to be a note, but I guess it got lost, and I just… freaked out.”
Your eyes widened, processing his words. “You… you sent them?”
“Yeah,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was gonna confess, after you read the note, y’know? But when the note wasn’t there, I panicked and- well, here we are.”
Silence settled between you two, thick with unspoken emotions. Denki felt his stomach twist, dreading your response. But then, you smiled.
“Dumbass,” you muttered, shoving his shoulder playfully. “You really spent all day helping me figure out something you already knew?”
He laughed, the tension finally breaking. “I panicked, okay?! It felt like the only option!”
Shaking your head, you looked down at the bouquet resting on your lap. “So… you like me?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, his golden eyes locking onto yours. “A lot.”
Warmth spread through your chest, a giddy feeling bubbling up inside you. “Good,” you murmured, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Because I like you too.”
Denki blinked, his brain short-circuiting for a second. Then, a grin stretched across his face, bright and full of joy. “Wait, really?!”
“Really,” you confirmed, laughing at his stunned expression.
And just like that, Valentine’s Day had suddenly become a whole lot more special.
for the valentines event could you do spotify playlist with izuku >_<
The halls of U.A. were eerily silent at this hour, the usual chatter of students replaced by the occasional creak of the old building settling into the night. You made your way through the corridors with a familiar ease, the weight of a takeout bag warming your palm. It wasn’t uncommon for you to drop by Izuku’s classroom at the end of a long patrol, especially when you knew he was pulling yet another late-night grading session. But tonight wasn’t just any night.
It was Valentine’s Day.
You hadn’t thought much about it when you first decided to bring him dinner. It was a simple gesture-one of the many that had come to define your friendship over the years. Since your first year at U.A., the two of you had been inseparable, from grueling training sessions to life-threatening villain encounters. People had always assumed you were a couple, and time after time, you had laughed it off, brushing aside their teasing with ease.
But tonight, as you reached his classroom door, a sudden hesitation gripped you.
Why did your heart feel just a little heavier in your chest?
Shaking off the thought, you knocked lightly before pushing the door open. The sight before you was a familiar one: Izuku hunched over his desk, scribbling away with relentless focus, a deep crease between his brows. Papers were scattered around him, his laptop screen aglow with lesson plans. A half-empty cup of coffee sat forgotten at his elbow.
He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, surprise flickering in his tired green eyes before they softened into something warm.
“Hey,” he greeted, stretching his arms over his head. “What are you doing here?”
You lifted the takeout bag with a smirk. “Bringing you sustenance before you collapse from overworking yourself. Again.”
Izuku chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know me too well.”
You set the food down on his desk, perching yourself on the edge as he eagerly opened the bag. The aroma of warm rice and grilled meat filled the room, and he let out an appreciative sigh.
“I seriously don’t deserve you,” he said, peeling open a container.
You shrugged. “Maybe not, but you’ve got me anyway.”
It was meant to be a joke, but something about the words hung between you, heavier than intended. You watched as Izuku stilled, chopsticks hovering over his food, his expression shifting almost imperceptibly.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke. The quiet hum of the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, the only sound breaking the silence. And then, ever so hesitantly, he cleared his throat.
“So… did you get any Valentine’s today?” His voice was light, casual, but there was something else beneath it- something careful.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “A few. Some candy, a couple of confession letters left on my desk. You know, the usual.”
Izuku’s lips quirked into a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Ah, right. Of course.”
“What about you?” You nudged his knee with your foot. “You’re a beloved teacher, Deku. I bet your students showered you with chocolates.”
He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Yeah, I got a lot of sweets. But, uh… nothing too special.”
Something in his voice made your chest tighten. You stared at him, at the way his gaze was fixed on the food in front of him, avoiding yours entirely.
“Do you… wish you got something special?”
Izuku’s grip tightened around his chopsticks. And then, finally, he lifted his gaze to meet yours.
“I think,” he started slowly, voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve already got something special.”
Your breath hitched. The way he was looking at you- like he was seeing something that had always been right in front of him but had only just now come into focus- made your heart stumble over itself.
Years of teasing, of people assuming you were together, of dismissing the idea without a second thought- had it all been a mistake? Had you been blind to something that had always been there?
“Izuku-”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he interjected quickly, shaking his head. “I just… I think I’ve known for a long time. That you’re it for me.”
The weight of his words settled deep in your chest, unraveling something inside you that you hadn’t even realized was there. And suddenly, every moment between you- every shared laugh, every touch, every late-night conversation- shifted into something more, like puzzle pieces clicking into place.
A slow smile crept onto your lips. “You should’ve said something sooner, idiot.”
Izuku blinked. “Wait- what?”
You reached forward, threading your fingers through his, squeezing gently. “I think I’ve known for a long time, too.”
A breathless chuckle escaped him, relief washing over his features. He lifted your intertwined hands, brushing his lips softly against your knuckles. “So… this means I can call you my Valentine?”
You grinned. “You better.”
And as Izuku tugged you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, you realized that maybe, just maybe, everyone had been right all along.
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a/n izuku my love my heart my everything😣😣 idk why but everytime i write for him it has to be him as a teacher, like it just happenes but anyways hope you liked it :)
box of chocolates fic for iida but he thinks it’s just reader being kind when he gets it but after he talks to his friends and they tell him it means they like him back he like yknow MAYBEEE
You barely got any sleep the night before, staying up late to carefully craft handmade chocolates for each of your classmates. You wanted them all to feel appreciated, so you’d taken the time to wrap them up in cute little bags, tying each one with a pink ribbon.
In a moment of playful mischief, you’d scribbled a dramatic love confession on a small note and slipped it into Mina’s bag. It was a joke- one you had no intention of being taken seriously. Just a little fun for your best friend, something for her to laugh at when she opened it.
Now, as you lounged in your dorm room with Mina, snacking on all sorts of sweet treats, the aftermath of your Valentine’s Day efforts sinking in, you finally asked, “So? What did you think of your gift?”
Mina licked the remnants of chocolate from her fingers and gave you a satisfied hum. “Delicious! You seriously outdid yourself.”
You blinked. “And… the note?”
Mina tilted her head. “What note?”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. “The confession note I stuck in your bag. As a joke?”
Mina squinted, clearly trying to recall, before shaking her head. “I didn’t get a note.”
Your mouth went dry. “You- what?” Your blood ran cold. “Are you joking?”
“No?” Mina said slowly, sitting up straighter. “Are you joking?”
Panic spread through your veins like wildfire.
Mina leaned forward, eyes widening. “Wait, so if I didn’t get a note, that means someone else did.”
A long, dreadful silence hung between you both before you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. “Oh my god.”
Someone out there had read what was meant to be a joke. Someone in your class. And they were probably walking around thinking you’d just poured your heart out to them.
As if on cue, there was a knock at your door.
You and Mina froze.
Mina slowly turned her head toward you, her eyes widening. “No way.”
You swallowed hard before dragging yourself toward the door. Every step felt like walking toward your doom. With trembling fingers, you turned the knob.
Standing there, hands neatly clasped in front of him, was Tenya Iida.
Your heart stopped.
“Iida?” you breathed, your voice coming out as a squeak.
His usual firm and upright demeanor was missing, replaced by an uncharacteristic nervousness. His glasses caught the light as he adjusted them, avoiding your gaze. “Could I speak to you privately?”
Mina, still sitting on your bed, stared at you with wide, panicked eyes before she scrambled up and whispered, “Good luck,” before shutting the door behind you.
You barely had a moment to react before Iida took a deep breath. “About the note…”
Your mind screamed at you to explain- to clarify that it was meant for Mina. But before you could say anything, he raised a hand.
“Please, allow me to speak first.”
You snapped your mouth shut, nerves twisting your stomach into knots.
“I was surprised when I found your note,” he admitted, his voice firm but uncharacteristically gentle. “At first, I thought it might be a misunderstanding, but after speaking with Midoriya and Uraraka, they encouraged me to consider that it might be genuine.”
You felt lightheaded. “You- wait, you talked to them about it?”
He continued, “After careful deliberation, I have decided that I do not wish to let this opportunity slip away. If your feelings are true, then I would be honored to pursue a relationship with you.”
He exhaled, the tips of his ears burning red. “That is to say, I- I have admired you for quite some time. You are diligent, kind, and always looking out for our classmates. I have long held feelings for you, though I did not believe you would ever return them. But with this note, I find myself compelled to confess.”
He took a step closer, looking at you earnestly. “Would you allow me the privilege of courting you properly?”
Your brain had long since stopped functioning. This was not happening. This was not real life.
The weight of the situation crushed you. Do you tell him the truth? Do you shatter this moment and admit that it was all a mistake? That the note was never meant for him? That it was just some dumb joke between you and Mina?
But then you looked at him- really looked at him. The way his hands trembled slightly despite his efforts to stay composed. The way his face was dusted with nervous pink. The way his eyes, filled with nothing but sincerity, bore into yours.
And suddenly, the truth didn’t seem so important anymore.
You took a deep breath, willing your heart to slow down. Then, with a shaky but genuine smile, you nodded. “I… I’d like that.”
Iida’s shoulders relaxed, his lips tugging into the smallest of smiles. “Then I shall do my utmost to make you happy.”
Somewhere behind the door, you could hear Mina losing her mind.
Maybe this Valentine’s Day wasn’t such a disaster after all.
Bokuto with 💐 but he just forgot to add the note and is confused why you haven't talked to him all day?? The only reason you find out is cuz akaashi has to get him prepped for the game and he's still whining about the flowers.
Valentine’s Day had never been a particularly important day to you. It was sweet, sure, watching your classmates exchange gifts and letters, but it never held much weight in your own life. So, when you walked into the classroom that morning and found a bouquet of flowers resting neatly on your desk, you were more confused than anything else.
The arrangement was beautiful- warm-toned roses mixed with delicate baby’s breath and eucalyptus leaves. Whoever had put it together had clearly taken care in choosing the colors and balance, and the scent was fresh and crisp. You blinked at it, looking around the classroom for some kind of clue as to where it came from. There was no note. No card. Just the flowers.
Your first assumption was that one of your friends had left them there as a joke, or maybe they had been misplaced and were meant for someone else. You entertained the possibility that they were actually for you for all of five seconds before shaking your head. That was unlikely. With a small shrug, you placed the bouquet carefully to the side, not thinking much more of it.
Bokuto, however, was thinking about it a lot.
He had woken up extra early that morning, painstakingly picking out each flower at the shop near his house, making sure the colors were just right. He had nearly been late to school just to sneak them onto your desk before you arrived, his heart pounding the entire time. He had imagined you seeing them, lighting up in excitement, maybe even rushing over to hug him.
But that didn’t happen.
The morning had passed in a blur, and you hadn’t spoken to him once. Not even a casual “hey” in the hallways. He had spent most of his classes staring blankly at his notebooks, thoughts running wild.
Had you figured out they were from him and just… ignored it?
Did you not like them at all?
By lunch, his usual boisterous energy had all but disappeared. He barely touched his food, responding to Akaashi’s comments with half-hearted hums and nods. Akaashi had noticed the shift immediately, but trying to cheer Bokuto up was like trying to push a boulder uphill. When practice rolled around in the afternoon, the setter had had enough.
Bokuto was terrible at practice.
His spikes lacked their usual power, his receives were sluggish, and his energy was nowhere to be found. He was moody, barely speaking to anyone, shoulders hunched in defeat. Fukurodani’s coach called for a break when it became obvious that he wasn’t getting better. Akaashi approached him, exasperation evident on his face.
“Bokuto-san,” he said, arms crossed, “what is going on?”
Bokuto muttered something under his breath, barely audible.
Akaashi sighed, rubbing his temples. “What?”
Another mutter, this time slightly clearer, your name hidden in the jumble of words.
Akaashi straightened, connecting the dots in an instant. He pulled out his phone without another word and shot you a quick text.
Akaashi: If you’re free, come to the gym. Bokuto needs some cheering up.
You had just finished packing up your things from your club when your phone buzzed. Seeing Akaashi’s name flash across the screen, you quickly read the message, a frown tugging at your lips. Bokuto? What could possibly be wrong?
You didn’t hesitate before grabbing your things and making your way toward the gym.
When you arrived, you spotted Bokuto sitting on the bench, staring at the ground with his elbows resting on his knees. His usual lively presence was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an unfamiliar gloominess.
You approached cautiously. “Hey, Bo.”
His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, golden eyes wide. “yn?”
You sat down beside him, concern evident in your expression. “What’s wrong? Akaashi said you were acting off today.”
Bokuto deflated further, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s stupid.”
You nudged him. “Come on. You can tell me.”
He hesitated for a moment before finally mumbling, “Did you… get anything today?”
You blinked. “Like what?”
“Like, I dunno… flowers?”
Your mouth parted slightly in realization. “Oh. Yeah, actually. I found some on my desk this morning. I’m still not sure who they’re from, though.” You laughed lightly. “For a second, I thought maybe they weren’t even meant for me.”
Bokuto stared at you like you had just spoken another language. “You… don’t know who they’re from?”
You tilted your head. “No. There was no note or anything.”
Bokuto’s entire body tensed before his hands flew up to his hair, gripping at the strands. “Oh my god.”
You frowned. “Bo?”
“I forgot the note,” he groaned dramatically, burying his face in his hands. “I had it- I wrote this whole thing, and I was gonna put it with the flowers, but I must’ve dropped it somewhere, and you never said anything, so I thought- ”
You felt your heart stutter. “Wait. You… you were the one who left them?”
Bokuto peeked at you through his fingers, cheeks dusted pink. “Uh… yeah.”
A warm feeling spread through your chest as you took in his expression- sheepish, nervous, a little hopeful. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t pieced it together sooner.
Slowly, a soft smile curled at your lips. “Bo, they were beautiful.”
His hands dropped slightly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you confirmed, reaching out to gently take one of his hands in yours. “And if I had known they were from you, I would’ve said something sooner.”
Bokuto visibly perked up at the contact, his eyes searching yours. “Does that mean…?”
You squeezed his hand. “It means I’m really happy they were from you.”
For a second, he just stared, processing your words before his entire face broke into a blinding grin. “Really?!”
You laughed, nodding. “Really.”
With a sudden burst of energy, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, nearly knocking you off the bench. “You have no idea how happy that makes me!”
You laughed against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
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a/n hes my baby i love him so much were literally married
Helloo!! Ugh, I love your fics. I go buck wild whenever you feed us a new one. For your event, I would like to request 💌 with Tenya Iida? He's so silly I love him. I'm also 17, and love the vibes of your fics, like the American high school one. So so real. I know 3 guys like Iida in that one.
Valentine’s Day had never been anything special to you.
At least, that was what you thought until you walked into class that morning to find a neatly folded white envelope sitting atop your desk. Your name was scrawled in elegant, deliberate handwriting on the front, the ink a dark, bold contrast against the pale paper. A few of your classmates were already in the room, chatting amongst themselves, oblivious to the way your heart lurched at the sight of it.
You hesitated for a second, your fingers grazing the edges before you finally picked it up and flipped it open. The moment your eyes met the words, your breath caught in your throat.
The letter was beautiful. It was sincere, carefully worded, each sentence crafted with an almost reverent care. Whoever had written this had clearly spent time on it. There were no clichés, no over-the-top declarations, just quiet admiration and a deep, unspoken longing that practically bled from the page. They spoke of how they had watched you- not in a creepy way, but in quiet awe. How they admired your strength, your perseverance, the way your laughter brightened the atmosphere. How they had wanted, so many times, to say something, to reach out, but feared ruining what little connection you shared.
Your fingers tightened around the paper, a strange ache blooming in your chest. And then, you reached the end.
No name.
Your heart, which had been steadily climbing in your chest, plummeted. An anonymous confession.
You barely had time to process your emotions before a squeal erupted from behind you.
“Oh my God!” Mina’s voice was sharp with excitement as she practically materialized at your side. “What’s that?”
Wordlessly, you slid the letter toward her, your mind still reeling. Her eyes darted across the page, growing impossibly wide with every passing second before she gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, this is so romantic! This is like, straight out of a drama! Who do you think it is?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” you murmured, fingers pressing against your warm cheeks. “But there’s no name.”
“Then we’ll just have to figure it out!” Mina declared, slamming a determined fist against your desk. “Meet me after class. We’re solving this mystery!”
The investigation took longer than expected. Mina, in full detective mode, had dragged you through a list of potential suspects, interrogating classmates in hushed whispers, scrutinizing handwriting samples, and dramatically crossing off names with exaggerated flair. But one by one, the possibilities dwindled. Kaminari? No way he could be this eloquent. Kirishima? Too direct. Midoriya? Definitely not his style.
Eventually, the list was whittled down to a single name.
Tenya Iida.
You had immediately shot the idea down, shaking your head so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. “No way.”
Mina raised a skeptical brow. “No way? We’ve literally eliminated everyone else. And look at this letter! It’s so well-structured, polite, and heartfelt. It practically screams Class President.”
You bit your lip. “That’s exactly why it couldn’t be him.”
Mina crossed her arms. “Why?”
“Because…” You faltered, your stomach twisting. “Because if it was him, and if he… felt that way about me… I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
Mina’s expression softened, and for once, she didn’t push. “Well, if it’s not him, then I guess we’ll never know.”
You sighed, slumping against the couch. “Maybe that’s for the best.”
Later that evening, after Mina had bid you goodnight, you lingered in the common room a little longer before deciding to head to your room.
You barely made it a few steps before you bumped- quite literally- into Iida.
The impact sent you stumbling slightly, but his hands shot out in an instant, steadying you with his firm grip. “Ah! My sincerest apologies, I should have been watching where I was going.”
You blinked up at him, noting the way his face was dusted a deep red, his gaze darting anywhere but at you. That was strange. Iida was always composed, always meticulous with his words and movements. Seeing him this flustered was… odd.
“It’s okay,” you said, waving off his concern. “I should’ve been looking, too.”
There was a brief, awkward silence before you cleared your throat. “So… how was your day?”
Iida stiffened slightly before giving a vague answer. “It was… eventful.”
You hummed, nodding absentmindedly. “Yeah, same.” You hesitated for a beat before adding, “Actually, I got a letter today. An anonymous one.”
You watched as Iida’s entire body went rigid.
You swallowed, pretending not to notice. “It was really sweet. Really personal. But there was no name at the end, so I have no idea who sent it.” You let out a soft, nervous laugh, trying to keep your tone light. “It wasn’t from you, was it?”
The question was meant to be a joke, an offhanded remark to fill the silence.
But then, Iida went impossibly red. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his lips pressing together as if he were physically holding back words. He opened his mouth, closed it, and then took a deep breath.
“…It was,” he finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Your heart stopped.
You stared at him, mind reeling, as he straightened his posture, forcing himself to meet your gaze despite the obvious discomfort it caused him. “I wrote the letter,” he repeated, stronger this time. “I have been… infatuated with you for quite some time. But I did not wish to burden you with my feelings, nor risk disrupting our friendship. However, today, I felt it would be best to at least attempt to express them, even if indirectly.”
Your breath hitched. “Iida…”
He swallowed, his fingers twitching at his sides. “I understand if you do not feel the same, and I will not pressure you for a response. I merely wanted you to know.”
For a moment, you could only stare at him, your heart pounding violently against your ribs. And then, slowly, a smile crept onto your lips.
“Iida… you absolute idiot,” you murmured, taking a hesitant step closer. “I’ve been crushing on you all year.”
His eyes widened behind his glasses, lips parting in shock. “You… what?”
You chuckled softly. “Yeah. And if I’d known that letter was from you, I wouldn’t have wasted all day trying to figure it out.”
His mouth opened and closed uselessly, his ears burning crimson. And then, finally, after a moment of stunned silence, he let out a breathless laugh.
“…May I take you to dinner, then?” he asked tentatively.
Your smile widened. “I’d love that.”
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a/n in my head me n iida are married with 12 kids 4 cats 7 dogs and we live on a farm but also have a penthouse in the city😩 tysm for the request and ur so cute anon ily (guys please request iida content i never see any and if you wanna see more like i do pls just request i love this man sm but i struck out creatively anytime i try to so rlly just request anything pls and thank you)
