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ᵐᵉᵐᵉ / How attractive are you?
I was tagged by @mightiboy
Tagging: @iamgroundzero, @frost-and-feather
"S-such things shouldn't be taken seriously!!! Our qualities as people are far more important that our appearances!" - Tenya Iida
"What's this? Did I, the lowly class B student, score above Japan's Sweetheart? Who would've expected this?" - Neito Monoma
So, I'm years late to the party and have just recently started reading Golden Days by @sunriseinorbit and I got REALLY into it it's really good This is a little scene from chapter 8 that was super cute and just wouldn't leave my brain
ᵐᵉᵐᵉ / How attractive are you?
I was tagged by @mightiboy
Tagging: @iamgroundzero, @frost-and-feather
"S-such things shouldn't be taken seriously!!! Our qualities as people are far more important that our appearances!" - Tenya Iida
"What's this? Did I, the lowly class B student, score above Japan's Sweetheart? Who would've expected this?" - Neito Monoma
@frost-and-feather
Tenya remained at attention from his spot at the prince’s door while the other read, staying still despite his stiff shoulders so that the creak and clink of his armor wouldn’t disturb His Highness.
Still, despite his best efforts to keep his eyes fixed straight ahead, Tenya’s gaze kept slipping to Prince Shouto. He’d made it a point to study the prince and his habits since he’d begun his duty as his personal guard. It was prudent as it might become necessary to spot signs of illness or poison, as well as to be able to react quickly with little communication in a crisis. He’d also come to find it useful in general to study others if he wanted to truly understand their intentions, as people were in the frustrating habit of not simply stating what they meant.
Still the reason his eyes were drawn to the prince today went beyond mere practicality. He just couldn’t shape the sense that something was…off about the prince the past couple days.
He was by no means an expert in the prince’s mannerisms after such a short amount of time, however, even he couldn’t help but notice the prince’s apparent distraction. Tenya wondered for the dozenth time if he should inquire after his well being. If it were anyone other than his dual-haired charge, it wouldn’t even be a question, but he’d promised to remain as unobtrusive as possible. Would he be breaking his promise if he simply asked, he wondered.
Tenya was still weighing the possible consequences and avenues of asking after the prince’s health when his stomach chose that moment to break the silence with a deafening growl. His eyes widened in alarm, his face going beat red as he glanced at the prince. He’d not had an appetite in the morning after a fitful night’s sleep, and he hadn’t wanted to delay his return to the prince any longer than necessary after the daily tasks his prince had set for him took longer than expected, so he’d foregone his usual lunch.
Those were merely excuses, though. If he had managed his time better or forced himself to eat as he knew he should've, he would not be in his current predicament. “Please excuse me, Your Highness,” Tenya said, bowing his head.
tenyasleggies:
Tenya felt the muscles of his neck and shoulders bunch with tension as if anticipating a blow while he waited for his response. Bakugou-kun was not always the most careful with his words, and he was braced for his very loud disapproval. Not only because Tenya was attempting to court his childhood friend, but because Tenya was not exactly the most suitable partner for him.
He’d braced for the possibility and accepted it as his due. He would likely face even more difficult obstacles than Bakugou-kun as he pursued this relationship, and for a time, he’d let his fear about such obstacles keep him from acknowledging his deep affection for his friend, but no longer.
Midoriya-kun was worth it.
He dearly hoped it would not come to a drawn out disagreement between himself and Bakugou-kun, though. It would make gaining his approval that much more difficult, and any relationship with Midoriya-kun that lacked Bakugou-kun’s approval was destined to fail. For all his rough edges, however, Tenya did not think he would be cruel, and he held out hope he would earn his approval with time and persistence.
It was with these thoughts bubbling back to the surface of his mind, his muscles wound tight with the anticipation of trouble that he received his answer. And it was…not precisely the answer he was expecting. He blinked, hesitating.
A shamefully overwhelming part of him wanted to quickly accept his answer at face value, to leave before he changed his mind, but he couldn’t help but feel that something was…anti-climactic about his answer. As class president, Tenya made it a point to study his classmates so that he might notice when they were troubled and proactively work to ease those troubles, but he couldn’t quite parse what form of irritation Bakugou-kun’s expression was taking.
“Are you certain?” he asked, internally berating himself for hurting his chances.
Standing there staring at Iida only worsened that feeling. That unpleasant twisting in his gut–his chest–making him nauseated. He didn’t like it. Why did he feel this way? Like something was wrong. Like something was at risk. Anxiety. Fight or flight. His shoulders slowly tensed, his fingers flexing where they rested on his arms folded to his chest. He was already closed-off from his classmate, and the wall was building higher and higher every second that ticked by.
The longer he stood there, the longer they stood there, the less he felt fine with what Iida had requested of him. Why? What did he care if other people were looking at Izuku? Katsuki didn’t own him. The nerd could do whatever he wanted, date whoever he wanted. But the longer he thought on it, the less fine he was. The more I don’t give a shit turned into fuck you. They weren’t even friends, not really, things were… weird, between them. Complicated. Convoluted. Their lives were woven together, connected more than anyone could really understand. If a red thread existed in a platonic sense, if he were sentimental, it might be something like that.
But what did he feel? Why did it matter? Izuku liked girls anyway, and for all his intelligence he was dense as a fucking brick. It was unlikely Iida would get anywhere with his confession, other than maybe a polite and possibly awkward decline, but the what if was apparently enough to have his guts writhing around like horrible little worms.
Bakugou clicked his tongue, a quiet tch that signified his building anger at his own inner turmoil and Iida’s very presence. He didn’t want him in the room anymore, in this shared space. He visibly bristled at the innocent enough question, agitation coming clearer now in fidgeting movements and little snap-crackles of his Quirk popping off. “Fuck off,” he snapped, lashing out. “Take your confession and shove it up your ass with the stick that wedged itself up there. You don’t get my fucking blessing.” Izuku deserves to be happy, a tiny little voice in his head chimed, only adding fuel to the fire. “Get out before I blast your face off.”
Tenya sucked in a surprised breath, but he managed to hold back his body's instinctive flinch at Bakugou-kun's escalating anger. His eyes went wide at the display as his doubt about the sincerity Bakugou-kun’s initial reaction proved unhappily well founded. This was much closer to what he’d expected, he had to remind himself as his heart rate ratched up and a spark of familiar anger bubbled up in his own chest.
He squashed the knee jerk reaction deep, deep below and steadied himself. He would not let his emotions get the better of him.
“Bakugou-kun,” he said reasonably, holding up his palms face forward in a peace-keeping gesture, “Please. Surely we can discuss this like rational adults. At least tell what it is about me you find unsuitable first.” He had a few ideas on what his objections might be, he’d even wrote out a list and planned how he might try to convince Bakugou-kun in response to each one. He felt confident he could at least move his classmate to consider his words, even if he wasn’t convinced right away.
Send me an age and I'll tell you something that happened to my muse at that age
Seems like I need to get a pinned post up with info about this blog. Looks like the more popular way to set things up these days. I'll try to get that done sometime this week...
💞 Monoma, since you’ve admitted to having naughty fantasies about Shinsou, how about sharing one with the class?
"How about you reveal yourself and make me," Neito reflexively taunts. He's flushed a deep red, the heat radiating down from his ears to his toes. He stalls even as the truth quirk's compulsion screams at him to just answer the question. Even so, he manages an unimpressed smirk down his nose with an imperious toss of his hair. He needs to share an answer that satisfies the truth quirk and retains his own dignity and quick, but nothing occurs to him.
"You're clearly very curious about my love life. You must have very little imagination in your own. Maybe you're looking for inspiration? Understandable, really. Very well, I'll tell you," he sighs as though he has any say in the matter just as the truth is finally wrenched from him.
"I often think about how those long skilled fingers of his would feel as he opens me up slowly. I bet he'd have the most amazing way with words, know just what to say to get me squirming, but there wouldn't be a thing I could do about it because he'd have me wrapped tight like a precious gift in his capture weapon. I'd try to rile him up with my own words, but he'd quickly put my mouth to better use with his massive cock.
"Other people might try to go easy on me, but not him. He'd never underestimate my finesse and tenacity. It's a challenge though, and several times I have to breath through my gag reflex as I take him. I wish I could use my hands to stroke him and tease him, but my they're tied and I relish the challenge of bringing him off with my spasming throat and deft tongue alone. I get so lost in the task, teasing his slit and putting up no resistance as he grips my hair and encourages me fondly, that I whine in dismay when he pulls out.
"And then..." Neito pauses, realizing he's gone into far far more detail than he'd originally intended. Damn vindictive quirk. "He fucks me till I forget my own name and I pass out. There? Happy? Maybe you'll actually be able to get it up next time. Not that I believe someone outsourcing their fantasies is very capable in that department."
“I’ve really taken an interest in you”
💞 Iida have you ever masturbated to a fantasy involving your classmate(s)? Who was it?
"Yes," Tenya can't help but admit, his words stilted with the failing effort he's putting into resisting. He's holding himself so stiff and straight, his muscles are beginning to protest. He glowers with disapproval before relenting. "Uraraka-kun," he admits guiltily. He'd been raised to be respectful of women, and discussing his lewd fantasies about her in public was surely not very respectful. In a hurry to get it over with, he adds. "Todoroku-kun as well. And...Midoriya-kun." There. It was done. He didn't want to discuss this a moment further!
He chops a hand sharply through the air, glaring over his glasses as the pressure of the truth quirk eases now that he's answered the question. "And that is a highly inappropriate thing to ask!" he shouts, the words coming loud and easy now that he wasn't being compelled to share embarrassing truths about his proclivities, "If you are a hero student asking such a thing, you should desist immediately! It is unbecoming of future heroes to discuss such...such crass things in public like this!"
💞 Monoma if you had a threesome/moresome, what would happen with your quirk?
Neito bursts out laughing, though his eyes don't crease with anything like sincere mirth at the corners. Instead, they stay open wide, giving his face a manic, almost desperate undercurrent to anyone observant enough to notice. He's certain his face is going to combust, either from embarrassment or hotly burning anger at his current situation, whichever comes first, and he searches his scattered thoughts for something to say that won't reveal more about his love life.
It seems his luck has betrayed him again, though. "I can resist using quirks even after I've copied them," he explains, letting all the utter disdain he feels at the question color his every word, "Unlike some idiots who use their quirks when they so much as sneeze, I have a little more discipline. I doubt there would be any quirk accidents."
Violent Valentine's. Drawing these gremlins is a DELIGHT!
( Pro Hero AU ) Phantom Thief, would you sleep with your boss ? If yes, how easily and if no, why not?
"Ew. No," Neito answers easily, relieved for once the truth isn't embarrassing to admit. Maybe he would've considered it before he was his boss, but the asker didn't need to know that. "Despite what all my devoted haters on SNS like to say, I do have standards, thank you very much."
Iida-senpai! Would you ever let Midoriya cream inside your ass? ( Cream as in ejaculate, no loopholes for you ! )
"I had never considered...bottoming, as it were," Tenya admits, surprise enough at his own answer that he fails to meaningfully resist, "But if that was something Midoriya-kun wanted to try, then I would of course be open to it..." Tenya very much wishes the ground would open up beneath him and swallow him whole.
💞 Monoma have you ever had an erotic dream about anyone in 1-A? If so, who was it?
Fuck. There's no avoiding it. He doesn't want to be compelled to elaborate, so there's no delaying. "I have," he states matter-of-factly even as he inwardly rails against having to answer. His eyes are narrowed in challenge to anyone who would dare to comment on it. He manages to calm himself with images of the sweet sweet revenge he's going to enact after this and tilts his chin upward with a sniff.
"Shinsou," he states simply. It's not so bad to admit. He doesn't think he's been very subtle in his advances. He let's his guard down, though, thinking the half-truth will be enough, but once again the quirk seems to dislike it when he tries to circumvent the truth, even by omission. "And Kirishima," he adds, mortified.
💞 + does Neito prefer to lead or follow his partner in bed?
Neito scoffs and rolls his eyes, outwardly unimpressed with the question. "What a stupid question. You must be in class A to be asking me this. Come of anon and ask me to my face," he says breezily, even the small delaying tactic sends sweat trickling down the small of his back with the effort it takes. Before long, he can't stop himself from responding, "Of course I fantasize about being able to let go and have someone else run the show."
He thinks he's done after that humiliating little morsel, but the truth quirk seems almost sentient, like it doesn't appreciate his efforts to avoid its compulsion, even for a second, and the urge to elaborate is multiplied tenfold. "Of course, it's only in my dreams, I've never actually tried...that." He manages to cut himself off before he's spilled anymore secrets, his voice straining with the effort it takes to hold back.
When this thing wears off he's going to kill his patrol partner for landing him in this ridiculous predicament.
💞 Iida who was the last person you had a wet dream about
Sin Day Anonymous Asks
"Midoriya-kun," Tenya blurts, eyes going wide and face burning at the compulsory admission. He clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle any further humiliating words fighting to tumble out of his mouth. This Truth or Truth quirk, as it was unimaginatively named, seemed to try to get him to elaborate on the truths as well, but he could resist the urge with some effort. He couldn't seem to stop himself from answering the direct question honestly, though.
