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Can I request a “Mr. Villain’s day off” fic..

The General x Human fem reader, who makes and sells stuffed animals in a little shop near the Zoo..

And maybe The General grew suspicious of her when he Sees “Red Ranger” practically abused her on her walk home one night, asking Reader to join the Rangers, because her family has a reputation for incredible combat skills.. and her flatly refusing, Reader even saying in a calm no shits given voice, and with a completely unbothered smile on her face.

“Well most humans are Asswholes anyway, we’ve been destroying our own planet for generations.. why is it so bad if the Evil League takes over the Earth?? They’d clearly treat the planet better than we have… I won’t fight for humanity, it’s shity.”

And then she just casually walks home..

Our lovable Mr. Villain is very interested curious about the Cute strange human woman..

So he goes to the shop she works at the next day to learn more about her.. and she’s in the middle of making the biggest.. Fluffiest.. CUTEST… stuffed Panda teddy-bear.. he’s ever seen… in that moment… he’s an absolute goner.

He’s smitten, lovestruck, infatuated.. She looks like an angel to him…. Also, he will make sure nobody but him will buy that huge stuffed Panda.. made by the loving hands of his “soon to be” beloved..

[ This is awesome, my first Mr. Villain request featuring the main man himself. Please let me know how I did, I tried to make the story interesting. I used the name "Warumono-san" because that's what I've seen other posts do. Not sure if that's correct or not. Regardless this was about 12 pages in Word, so I hope you enjoy it! As stated in the request this is a FEMALE READER INSERT. ]

You sighed before clenching your jaw and curling your hands into fists, practically feeling the steam seeping from your nostrils. This was getting old, and you were sick of Red Ranger constantly bothering you with his useless nonsense. “Aw, come on!” He whined.

“Will you shut up!?” You snapped, baring your teeth like a cornered animal. How could one human being be this damn annoying? How could he not take the thousands of hints you’ve given him!? No matter what you said or did to him, he only continued to pester.

Warumono-san smiled and looked at the plastic bag in his hand, the contents of which contained the goods he just purchased from the convenience store. Oh yes, he was eager to try the newest flavor of ice cream recommended to him by the convenience store worker.

It pained him to think that when he finally conquered Earth in the name of his mother planet and annihilated the Earthlings she would, unfortunately, perish. However, until then, he would enjoy her insights and the warmth her smile brought him whenever he walked past those double doors.

However, he stopped short when he heard yelling and turned to see two individuals standing on the opposite side of the street. His eyes widened when he recognized one of them was Red Ranger and his body tensed up. No doubt an embedded reaction because of his complicated past with the Rangers.

A sense of anger filled him, making his stomach twist. If there was one thing he hated, it was those damn Rangers who attempted to stop him at every turn from accomplishing his goal. ‘Yes…damn you Rangers!’ He frantically thought, ‘You will not stop our efforts to take over Earth!’

He was tempted, oh so tempted, to close his eyes and transform into his supervillain alias. The one with a menacing glare, cold-hearted aura, and dark clothing. ‘But tomorrow is the start of my day off,’ all at once that tension seemed to melt, and his shoulders relaxed.

As of now, it seemed that neither Red Ranger nor you noticed his presence, and so he remained spectating on the sidewalk. There was a slight concern that his ice cream would melt, but he assumed he had a couple of minutes to spare.

Red Ranger frowned, and the usual happy sparkle in his eyes all but faded. “B-but…tch…” pressing his teeth together, he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit frustrated. He didn’t understand! Why wouldn’t you consider being part of the Rangers!?

Your family had an honorable and well-respected reputation for protecting others through perfected combat skills passed on from generation to generation. Yes, maybe you didn’t have the power the Rangers possessed, and couldn’t see the dark aura surrounding the enemy.

But it would be useful to have someone who could teach the Rangers the way of combat. His eyes moistened over causing the faint moonlight to reflect off them and a soft breeze came, ruffling his hair before he stepped forward. ‘I need to convince them to join us, whatever it takes!’ He thought before locking eyes with you.

“Why won’t you join the Rangers!?” He demanded, pressing a hand to his chest. Warumono-san’s eyes widened. ‘He wishes to recruit more Rangers!?’ The present number of Rangers was enough to deal with, how dare he try to recruit more.

‘Damn you again Rangers!’ His shoulders grew tense and his grip tightened around the plastic strap of the bag he held. ‘You and the rest of the Earthlings truly want to die!’ A growl rumbled in his throat, and he was prepared to intervene, even at the cost of allowing his precious after-work treats to melt.

He’d teach that damned Red Ranger and you a lesson. However, he paused when he heard your response, and it was so strange that it caused his lips to part and his mind to be rendered blank. What you said was unlike any response he would expect from an Earthling.

You knew that it may be unconventional and that not many would think or even say such a negative thing about their own species. But it was the truth, and it was a truth you learned the hard way. Through all the pain, suffering, and heartbreak you went through in this so-called, ‘life.’

From being forced to do things you did not wish to do, to feeling as if you had to do certain things out of guilt. It wasn’t fair! But that was the punchline of the joke. Life was not fair, and it didn’t care who it stepped on to get its way, and because of that you and everyone else unlucky enough had to suffer.

Red Ranger knit his eyebrows when he saw a smirk across your face. Placing your hands on your hips, you said, “Humanity is awful,” in a cold tone, “most of us that inhabit this planet are only killing it, and we can’t even show kindness to each other.”

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened, his pupils shaking with disbelief. “H-how can you say that Y/n?!” He demanded, curling his hands into fists. “The people here aren-” he stopped short when you held up your hand. Your eyes narrowed, and he shivered at the hateful glance now directed at him.

“What would be so bad if that Evil League you’re always talking about takes over Earth?” You demanded, taking a step toward him. “W-well, I…that’s-” he tried to come up with a reason, but you continued forward causing him to stumble back.

“They’d treat the planet better than we have. They’d probably even reverse most of the damage humans have caused!” You snapped, stomping your foot against the ground. “Ah!” Red Ranger cried out when you roughly grabbed the collar of his hoodie, forcefully pulling him down to your face.

“So, for the last fucking time,” you growled, tightening your grip. “I won’t fight for humanity. I won’t fight alongside the Rangers. Not for such a shitty planet,” you could hear him audibly swallow before he made the bold choice to wrap his fingers around your wrist.

“Don’t even think about it!” You repositioned your stance, separating your legs, and firmly pressing your feet against the ground. You already had a secure grip on his collar, and while his hand grasping your wrist may be a problem, your skills far outweighed the consequences of whatever he could do.

In one fluid motion, you pivoted and used the momentum to swing him off balance. As expected, he was caught off guard by this and the sensation of his feet lifting off the ground as he was propelled forward and over your shoulder.

Warumono-san watched the spectacle with his jaw dropped, he had never seen an Earthling cause harm to another Earthling using aggressive domination and force. He felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him when Red Ranger hit the ground and let out a painful grunt.

Silence filled the air seconds later before you towered over the man on the ground. “Idiot,” you mumbled walking past him, your steps a little heavier than normal. It was too late to be dealing with such stupidity, you needed to get home and prepare yourself for tomorrow.

After all, you had a business to run, and you couldn’t function without a proper night’s rest. “Heh,” Warumono-san clasped his chin, revealing his pointy teeth in a happy smirk. “I need to know who that Earthling is,” he concluded before his attention shifted back to Red Ranger who grunted again as he sat up.

His face twisted, and his hand rested over his stomach as if he had been punched. “W-wait…” he faintly squeaked out, reaching toward you with his other hand but you only got further and further away. However, because you were such a distance away, his attention was refocused as he suddenly sensed something nearby.

He turned, gasping when he noticed Warumono-san, and immediately panicked. He looked back at you. ‘No, I have to warn Y/n before-’ he went to get on his feet, ready to sprint down the sidewalk after you but Warumono-san cut him off.

Placing his bag of frozen treats down, a black whirlwind surrounded him as he transformed into his villainous persona. His hair now standing on end, and a menacing shadow cast over his face. A large dark cape now draped over his shoulders, weighed down by two claw-like hands.

The cape ran down his back and concealed part of a large black tail. His chest was exposed, and the strange blue-like markings that colored his waist and part of his pecs were visible. The bottom of his outfit remained the same.

He grinned and was quick to move, leaving behind a strong gust of wind that raffled the few trees embedded into the sidewalk. Their leaves rustled violently in response, and some even fell to the ground in the wake of the sudden shock of what occurred.

He grinned, amused by Red Ranger’s shocked expression. That innocence of wishing to protect another shining in his eyes, and yet regret overtook that hope. “Ah!” He cried out when Warumono-san’s hand grasped his throat and the ground underneath his feet disappeared again.

The twisted smirk on the other’s face was something he wouldn’t soon forget, and he desperately grasped onto the hand wrapped around his throat. Warumono-san realized he could have used the provided tail on his cape to render the Ranger useless.

However, there was something much more satisfying about holding the Ranger up with his bare hand. Being able to control his flow of oxygen and hear him choke as he begged for air sent a delightful tingle through his body. Yet, there was a more pressing matter at hand.

“Now Red Ranger…” he grimaced, allowing smoke to seep from his mouth as he pulled the boy closer. “Who was that Earthling?” He demanded, only to receive silence in response. Red Ranger clenched his jaw, opting to glare at Warumono-san instead of answering him.

When he picked up on this hostility, he tightened his hand around the other’s throat, momentarily cutting off his oxygen supply. Red Ranger’s grip on his wrist grew desperate, and despite feeling those nails digging into his flesh, he smirked yet again.

Yes, he enjoyed seeing his enemy struggling for oxygen. “It is clear she is not willing to side with you Rangers.” His eyes widened at Warumono-san’s words, and his jaw clenched, revealing his teeth which remained pressed together.

Was it true? Did you have no interest in protecting the Earth? Did you really want humanity to perish? No…he refused to believe it. He wanted to know what made you think that way, had you faced such unkindness that it rendered you to decide that Earth was not worth saving?

In his opinion, you weren’t a horrible person. You just needed a friend. Someone to make you believe in humanity again, and he wanted to be that person. His eyes focused on Warumono-san, taking in his happy but twisted expression. The man currently choking him wasn’t a horrible person either, although most wouldn’t believe that.

Yes, Warumono-san and the evil organization he was a part of were the Ranger’s sworn enemies, but he had seen and experienced firsthand how kind the villain could be. And if that were true…then could he not return that kindness?

Was protecting you the wrong thing to do if Warumono-san wouldn’t do harm to you? His eyes burned slightly, filling with tears that reflected the light provided by the streetlamps. When he noticed Red Ranger’s eyes moisten, a sign that he would soon cry, his grip on his throat loosened.

Red Ranger sharply inhaled, coughing slightly before he noticed himself being lowered back to the ground. “Huh?” He looked around, pressing his feet against the sidewalk a few times before looking back at Warumono-san who sighed and transformed into his civil form.

He leered at the Ranger who was now massaging his throat, a few tears slowly dripped down his cheeks as he attempted to regain his steady breathing. “Well,” Warumono-san stated, making the red-haired boy pause and look at him. He tilted his head to the side, exposing his sharp teeth, “What is that Earthling’s name?”

Red Ranger’s hands curled into fists, and once again, he debated telling the other what he knew. The internal struggle was clear on his face given his slanted eyebrows and tense posture and while Warumono-san noticed this, he didn’t care about how the Ranger felt.

An angry Earthling meant nothing to him. This, however, didn’t stop him from being caught off guard by the next set of words that left the Ranger’s mouth. “I-if I tell you…” he hesitated, and his lip quivered but he needed to say this!

“You...you have to promise not to hurt her!” He demanded, and part of him grew surprised to see the hint of humanity shine in the villain’s eyes. Silence lingered in the air, apart from the rumbling of distant traffic and the chirping of crickets and other insects.

He grasped his chin. He was uncertain why Red Ranger wished him to promise such a thing. Yes, his goal was to annihilate humanity and yes, he would feel bad for killing off certain people he had come to know. But you…well, you had struck a fancy in him.

Perhaps you’d be the first Earthling he’d spare from such a devastating fate. Pulling the corner of his lip up, he grimaced down at the Ranger. His stomach twisted with unease knowing he was about to bend to the other’s will, but if it got him the information, he so desired, it was a worthy sacrifice.

“Fine,” he replied, lowering his hand with the intent to shake Red Ranger’s. “It’s a deal,” he stated, and while he suspected the Ranger to be hesitant for him to keep his word, that suspicious stare of his didn’t lessen the feeling of annoyance.

Earthlings were indeed strange, even when you gave them your word, there was still so clearly doubt. This was unlike the people back on his home planet who would keep their word and keep themselves in good standing with others.

While his hand trembled, he managed a steady handshake with Warumono-san. However, he was struck with panic when he felt the pressure of nails against the top of his hand. “Now what is her name?” He demanded, having grown too impatient for Red Ranger’s nonsense.

“Mm,” even if he was still uncomfortable with this, he couldn’t back down now. “Her name is…Y/n,” his eyes lit up. “Y/n,” he repeated, although he wasn’t partial to complimenting or even caring about Earthling names, yours sounded so sweet on his tongue.

Red Ranger nodded. “Yes and…” he paused again, wondering if he should say any more. However, he had the other’s attention, and that grim stare only convinced him to continue speaking. “She…has a shop near the Uenono Zoo,” he stated, watching the other’s eyes light up.

He knew that Warumono-san favored the zoo, particularly the panda exhibit which explained why his eyes beamed with happiness at his words. Although he hadn’t informed the other that you made and sold stuffed animals, he assumed that would be self-explanatory. “Heh,” Warumono-san smirked, “I see.”

He planned to visit your precious little shop at his earliest convenience. He turned, his eyes settling on his bag of frozen treats that remained on the sidewalk across the street. He couldn’t help but frown knowing that they were likely melted as he wasted more time than he had anticipated dealing with Red Ranger.

“Thank you for the information,” he stated, walking across the street with his hand held up. “Huh!?” He stiffened and drew his bottom lip into his mouth, watching the villain grab his plastic bag filled with who knows what before walking down the sidewalk.

He continued to watch until Warumono-san disappeared around the corner of a building, more than likely headed home. He let out the breath he was holding but his relaxation was short-lived when he heard two distinct voices behind him.

“Wow, he’s lost again, isn’t he?” A high-pitched voice said. “Still can’t find your way around the block, Red?” He blinked and slowly turned to see Sora and Mugi. As usual they were standing close together, their hands interlocked as they looked at him with unamused expressions.

“Sora, Mugi!” He shouted, alarmed that the two were by themselves, and dropped to his knees, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. “What happened!? Why are you out here at night!?” He demanded, his eyes wavering with fear.

“We’re not alone,” Sora replied, her tone somewhat snarky. “Yeah, Blue is following us,” Mugi stated, pointing behind him. “Huh?” Red shifted his gaze to see a tall boy with bright blue hair, and equally blue eyes running up to them.

He was wearing an oversized dark-colored hoodie, with jeans and black shoes. As soon as he approached, he leaned over, placing his hands on his knees. His soft pants filled the air before he swallowed thickly and glared at the twins.

“Don’t run off like that again!” He scolded before a sigh passed his lips and he pressed his hand against his forehead. “Black would kill me if anything happened to you guys,” he stated, lowering his hand to resume glaring at the pair who responded with a pout.

Blue’s eyebrow twitched, even if he tried, he would be unable to explain just how irritated Sora and Mugi made him sometimes. He sighed again, trying to push his anger back before grabbing Sora’s hand. “Come on,” he urged, “we need to get back before Black gets mad.”

The last thing he needed was a lecture about how it was past Sora and Mugi’s bedtime. Red watched the interaction before looking in the direction Warumono-san went. ‘I hope Y/n will be okay,’ even if you continued to reject the idea of being part of the Rangers, he didn’t want you to be harmed by anyone.

“You too, Red!” Blue shouted, snapping the other out of his paranoid thoughts. “Huh!?” He turned his head back, looking at the three ahead of him. “Oh, r-right!” He replied, running to catch up to them. Maybe a good night’s sleep would suit him well and take his mind off you and Warumono-san.

However, that didn’t change what he had said before. If anything happened to you at the hands of that villain, he’d make sure he paid the price. ‘A shop near the zoo, a shop near the zoo…’ he thought as he walked past the Uenono Zoo.

His desire to see his precious pandas was high, but he had a mission to complete. ‘Yes!’ he thought, ‘Pandas must wait! Locating the Earthling, Y/n comes first!’ His eyes scanned the area. ‘A shop near the zoo, a shop near the zoo…’ he repeated before resuming walking.

Several small shops lined the street near the zoo and made him come to a halt. He tilted his head, grasping his chin in contemplation, and ignored the strange looks he got from passersby. Yet another odd set of behaviors he noticed Earthlings engage in.

What was so fascinating about his appearance that their stares remained fixated on him even as they walked away? Well, it mattered very little. He would not miss those stares when the Earth was overtaken in the name of his mother planet. A sigh passed his lips as he lowered his hand and yet again glanced along the row of shops.

There was only one logical thing to do now. “Yes!” He declared, making the Earthlings around him stop and look. ‘That is it! I must visit each shop to determine if it’s Y/n’s!’ He thought frantically, bending his knees, and raising his hands above his head, ignoring the fact he was indeed a spectacle.

‘Now,’ he straightened his posture, leering at the spectators who seemed to shudder and quickly walk away. “Heh…” he tried not to let his pride distract him as he, once again, looked at the shops. He lightly tapped his lips, ‘Which one do I start with?’

He quickly concluded that it didn’t matter and walked to the first little shop on the left. His eyes immediately catch the delightful display of fluffy creatures, primarily teddy bears that lined the display window. His hand fisted into the front of his shirt, his heart pounding with excitement at the uniquely crafted plush companions.

‘W-what is this!?’ He pressed his palms against the smooth glass as he observed each teddy bear. There were varieties of colors and sizes, and each one was placed in a playful pose that beckoned him to take them home. He noticed the craftsmanship of them and the intricate stitching and embroidery that truly brought them to life.

Some were even wearing tiny outfits, with miniature hats and scarves while others had delightful ribbons around their necks. Like a present you would give away on the Earthling holiday, Christmas. He was at a loss for words as he contemplated which ones he wanted to purchase.

However, they were quickly forgotten when he gazed up and his breath hitched. ‘It’s Y/n!’ He grinned, his heart now swelling with pride. ‘I found her.’ He was prepared to walk into your shop when something else caught his eye.

“Hm!?” He watched you threading a needle before leaning over to pierce it through something, but not just any old something. ‘WHAT!?’ his jaw dropped, and his eyes widened as he watched you sew two pieces of fabric together.

One was colored white, and the other black. He knit his eyebrows, noticing that the fabric looked incredibly fluffy and almost defied gravity, standing out in all directions like a cloud of softness. Its dark button eyes shimmered in the light of the shop, and its silly freshly stitched together tongue hung out amidst its black-yarned smile.

“P-panda?!” Not just any panda, but the biggest, fluffiest, and cutest stuffed panda teddy bear he had ever seen or imagined. He was in awe as he continued to watch you create the stuffed companion, and his fingers curled against the glass.

You seemed unaware of his presence, and while that would normally work to his advantage, he wanted your attention. He also wanted that panda bear you were creating. He clenched his jaw, feeling a soft ache course through his teeth.

‘Yes…’ he thought, his hands now trembling. “I must make sure nobody gets the panda bear!” He pushed off the display window, stumbling as he ran to the door. He grasped the handle desperately and felt the weight of the door give way and a bell ring as he barged in.

The change in atmosphere was astounding, there was a certain warmth that surrounded him. The soft lighting that cast a gentle glow over the plush companions that lined every corner only added to the already inviting surroundings. The aroma of fabric with the faint undertone of sawdust filled his nostrils.

However, there was another scent that caught his attention. Something like a hint of lavender and cedarwood. “Hm?” You turned your head, the needle and thread still securely placed between your thumb and forefinger.

“Oh…” your eyes lingered on the strange man who entered your shop, noticing his black shirt, trench coat, and curly mess of hair that hid a portion of his face. Not to mention his long, elf-shaped ears. ‘Well…that’s some look,’ you thought, deciding to shrug it off and greet him.

“Heh,” you forced a smile and tried to muster the sweetest tone, “Hi, welcome to my shop!” His heart accelerated at the sound of your voice, and he straightened his posture. The odd feeling of warmth rushing through his cheeks almost made him think something was wrong.

For a moment, he wondered if this was a trap or if he had contracted some strange new Earthling disease. Had the Earthlings made some new weapon that weakened his kind!? Despite his internal dismay, he hummed in response to your words.

No, this reaction couldn’t have been caused by any Earthling disease. Rather, he suspected that perhaps unlike the rest of the Earthlings on this miserable planet, he had unintentionally selected you as the sole survivor when the Earth was taken over.

And the reason was that…you had caught his interest, or uh, curiosity but what would he do now that he was so close to you!? What could he say? Surely you didn’t wish to talk about the incident with Red Ranger, although that was the incident that triggered this situation.

Given that you didn’t know he had a connection with the Rangers or that he was present when you were interacting with Red Ranger, it would be unwise to mention it. In addition, he did not wish to lose something he had yet to obtain.

His eyes lingered on the stuffed panda you were currently constructing, and his shoulders stiffened. ‘Yes…the panda!’ he reached into his trench coat, pulling out his wallet. ‘I must make sure no Earthling purchases it!’ his steps echoed through the empty shop as he approached you.

“There, at least that section is finished,’ you thought, quickly cutting the remaining thread on the needle before noticing the strange man had approached you. “Uh…” glancing at him up close, you noticed just how tall he was and the slightly intimidating aura that surrounded him.

Although since you were trained in combat, you had very little to worry about. If he tried anything, he’d get his ass kicked the same way Red Ranger did. However, despite your assumptions about him, he caught you by surprise when he pointed at the panda and asked, “How much?!”

You were slightly alarmed by the panic in his voice, as if he were afraid that the stuffed panda you were working on was going to disappear out of thin air. In addition, it struck you as odd that a grown man would want such a stuffed companion. Then again, maybe you shouldn’t judge.

The man could have a family or knew someone who had children who might appreciate your craft. Of course, you knew your customers well and realized you hadn’t seen this man before. “Uh…what’s your name?” you asked, turning briefly to stick the needle you held back into the pin cushion next to the stuffed panda.

“Huh?” Warumono-san frowned. ‘What is this? Is she attempting to distract me away from the panda?’ He irrationally thought, gazing at the inanimate object before looking back at you. His eyes carefully scan you from head to toe, noting that your posture gave away your attitude.

Your hands were on your hips, and that ever-so-interesting hint of a pout on your lips, yet your furrowed brows indicated your annoyance. However, this only reminded him of what an intriguing Earthling you were, and a certain feeling overwhelmed him as he continued to stare at you.

Like a flutter of a hummingbird’s wings, his heart, no…his whole body felt light. “Heh,” he smiled. ‘Yes…well played Y/n…trying to distract me away from the panda!’ He thought, resisting the urge to frantically move his body as he normally would when consumed by his thoughts.

‘Very well, I shall play your game! But know this, the panda is mine!’ He swallowed, his grip tightening around his wallet. “Warumono-san,” he replied, his tone deep and authoritative. Given his position as General of an evil organization that set out to destroy Earth, he was used to speaking with certain tones.

Said tones were normally reserved for putting others in their place. Not that he was ruthless or unjust, no. But he wasn’t foolish enough to dismiss the idea that he deserved a certain level of respect, and even in cases where he did not receive such respect, from Trigger for example, he remained calm and collected.

Respect was earned yes, but you could not expect everyone to respect you. Yet, this ideology was quite amusing considering he found himself respecting you more than any other Earthling simply because of the way you treated Red Ranger and your opinion of the Earthlings. You blinked, tilting your head to the side.

Your hands moved from your hips and rested against your inner elbows when you crossed your arms. “Warumono-san?” You repeated, finding his name or what he liked to be addressed by rather strange. But this world was full of strange, stupid people. So, you shrugged, deciding to go along with the charade.

“Okay?” you replied, taking a breath. “My name is Y/n, I own this shop,” there was a certain bittersweet tone to your voice that made him concerned. Yet, something else took precedence at that moment. “How much for the panda?” He asked again, pointing to it, and noting your eyebrows furrowing again.

“This…” you sighed only being reminded that his behavior was odd. But he hadn’t done anything harmful, and he didn’t smell of booze, so it was safe to assume he wasn’t intoxicated. “This isn’t for sale yet an-” you stumbled back when he shoved a handful of yen into your face.

‘I must make sure nobody else gets the panda!’ His jaw clenched as he intensely stared at you. His eyes held an almost predatory glance. ‘I will not tolerate any other Earthling purchasing what was made by this Earthling!’ And when he spared your life, you could make more stuffed animals.

A stuffed animal for each of his comrades on his mother planet, oh yes! Your body stiffened, and you resisted the urge to grab his wrist and flip him over your shoulder and onto the floor. Pressing your fingertips together, you took a deep breath and felt your stomach sink and your body heat up with the slightest bit of anger.

Like a small match, ready to cause destruction if used correctly. Yet, you tried to remind yourself of the purpose of this shop. The stuffed animals that lined the walls and shelves were the legacy of what your grandparents left behind, as they believed you deserved an easier life than the one your parents tried to force you to have.

‘Right…’ you let out the breath you were holding and returned your gaze to the man who still held out a handful of money. ‘They wouldn’t have approved of me denying this man...’ your eyes lingered on his stone-cold face, ‘As strange as he is.’ Another sigh passed your lips.

“Fine,” you replied, taking the money from him, and quickly counting it. You glanced at the panda, knowing you could always make another one. It would be easy, like clockwork considering you’ve done it your whole life. “I guess this will do,” you said, folding the cash in half before tucking it into your pocket.

“But this particular panda isn’t going to be done for a couple of days,” you informed, casting a soft glare his way. But his reaction was not what you expected, it was almost like he hadn’t heard you. He remained standing there, with the strangest smile on his face.

Although you couldn’t see his eyes because his hair obstructed them, you could feel his stare and it was beginning to make you feel a little self-conscious. “Um…” you crossed your arms. “Hello?” You said, unaware that Warumono-san was simply beaming with happiness.

Not only did you agree to give him the precious panda but knowing that it was made by you made his heart even lighter. He had not felt this way since he was a young one before the crushing weight of the workforce pulled him down.

As he continued to stare at you, he noticed something about you, and it made him grasp his chin in thought. Some form of radiance surrounded you, like a golden hue. Was there not an Earthly term for that? ‘Oh yes,’ it suddenly came to him, he had read about them in one of the religious books certain Earthlings seemed to abide by.

You looked like what they depicted as an angel. Unfortunately, your angelic reign on Earth would soon be over. Yes, he had promised not to harm you, but nothing was said about capturing you. “Thank you,” he said and watched with some amusement as your eyebrows raised as if you hadn’t expected him to speak.

“Yeah well,” you huffed and glanced away from him. “I make and sell these things,” you said, motioning to the in-progress stuffed panda. “So, I guess it’s not a big deal if someone wants one before it’s finished being made,” you concluded.

“Hm?” Warumono-san sensed a heavy tension filling the air, and the frown on your face indicated you weren’t exactly the happiest now. But he remained quiet, allowing you to speak as you wished. Your throat tightened, forming a lump that made you swallow heavily.

“You know, I never really envisioned myself doing this,” you confessed, although you weren’t sure why you were revealing this to a stranger. Maybe it was because he wouldn’t judge you, not that you would care if he did. Maybe it was because you hoped you wouldn’t see him again after this.

Maybe still, there was something about him that made you feel like you could be truthful or vent a little. Beating up Red Ranger only helped so-so. “It just started off as one of my grandparent’s hobbies, and then it turned into this,” you explained, waving your hand through the air.

“Spent most of my childhood helping them with the shop, and learning how to make stuffed animals even if my parents didn’t approve,” you chuckled slightly. “All they cared about was fighting and training in the name of the family reputation.”

Yes, you were grateful that you had learned how to defend yourself, but they pushed you beyond your limits. They acted as though fighting and training were the only qualities that equaled someone being worthy. Because of that, they forced you into that lifestyle or at least it felt like they did.

It was like you never had a choice, and there was constant tension between them and your grandparents over what was best for you. The only time you seemed to get peace away from your parents, and the weight of responsibility lifted from your shoulders was when you were with your grandparents.

They showed you that there was something else you could do with your life and that you had the right to choose what you wanted to do. Of course, this was before you had learned that they left their business to you. Sometimes you think you made the choice to keep their shop alive because you felt like you owed them.

Still, it was the first choice that you had made in your otherwise suffocating life, and because of it, you were disowned by your family which only added salt to the wound. Yes...life was not fair, and the unlucky suffered because of those who thought it right to step all over others.

‘Humanity is awful,’ you thought before looking at Warumono-san. ‘But...at least I can show kindness when I wish to.’ Your chuckle didn’t fool him. It was evident there was a bittersweet sadness you were attempting to cover. “I...” he noticed your hesitance and the subtle pain that shined in your eyes.

“When they died, they passed the shop onto me. Guess I’m just trying my best to keep it alive for their sake,” you concluded with a shrug. “Mm…” perhaps this was another reason why he felt so…infatuated by you. That strong front you put up, that wall that separated your true feelings was much like his.

Yes, everyone looked up to and feared him, but was he truly as evil as everyone depicted? The answer was quite obvious. Yet, there was a tenderness underneath that front that longed to be set free but could only do so seldom. Yes, perhaps you two were more alike than he realized.

He glanced at you, the sadness that enveloped your features was something he detested, perhaps even more than the Rangers. ‘So, the business was passed down to Y/n. Earthlings are known for performing such acts for their offspring or relatives,’ although he didn’t have a solid opinion on how he felt about such things.

There was still so much to learn and comprehend when it came to Earthlings, but this didn’t change the knowledge that once something important was handed to you, it was your job to protect and let it prosper. Things he was going to do with you, very soon.

“I see,” he replied after a moment, daring to step closer to you. “We have similar exchanges on my mother planet,” he confessed before realizing his words. You knit your eyebrows. “What?” You replied, and he shook his head, deciding to choose the strategy of silence.

Although he wanted to reply and make some phony explanation as to why he said what he did, he found himself unable to think rationally. The pounding of his heart echoed in his ears and his simmering hot cheeks only added to this inability.

Yet, one question screamed out in the back of his mind. How could he reveal such confidential information without a second thought!? “Uh…” you blinked, noticing the way he was positioned. He was hunched over, his knees bent and practically pressed against his chest.

His hands were tangled in his messy crop of hair, and his lips were pulled up, revealing his unusual pointy teeth. ‘Is he having some internal crisis?’ You wondered, but just as you stepped forward, he snapped out of his daze, and you saw the faintest hint of his golden orbs peering at you from behind those chocolate-colored strands.

Your eyes widened at the sight of them. Yes, you had seen some unusual things in your time, and the stories Red Ranger told you were extremely difficult to believe, let alone picture. Somehow, Warumono-san’s eyes had you frozen. But not with fear, rather something else. Something…unearthly.

‘Wait a minute...’ it slowly dawned on you. ‘Is this...one of the members of the evil organization?’ A small hint of panic consumed you, but you tried to keep your thoughts straight. That was...ridiculous. If this man was part of that organization, shouldn’t he have done something horrible to you by now?

He stood up, his posture now stiff and his hands loosely curled by his sides. He looked at you, his lips pressed out in a thin line. He could feel the tightness growing in his throat and made the choice to play ignorant, although this was his least favored tactic.

“Thank you very much,” he stated, bowing slightly before he turned to the door and the ends of his tailcoat drifted through the air as he walked away. He wrapped his hand around the metal bar across the door, and once again the bell gave a soft ring, signaling his departure.

However, he paused and looked at you from over his shoulder. His gaze lingers and makes you feel that same strange sensation as if he was from another planet. “Little plushie maker,” he purred, finding some amusement at your wide-eyed expression before walking out of the shop.

He planned to return in a few days to bring the desired plushie panda bear and possibly you home. Once again, his heart fluttered at the thought, and he smiled as he slipped his hands into his pockets, heading back toward the Uenono Zoo.

His steps echoed against the paved grooves that made up the street, and as he looked up at the sky he thought, ‘I must privately report this.’ His eyes focused on a cloud passing by, ‘The day I decided to take an Earthling as my soon to be…beloved.’

#warumono x reader #mr villain x reader #kyuujitsu no warumono san x reader #x female reader #fem reader #faulty writes: warumono san: 24 #faulty writes: warumono san: one shot: 24

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faulty-writes · 17 days

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Heyyy! You got any request rules?? :)

Hello, dear wi-2006. I do indeed have request rules, they can be found here. Let's just hope the link works this time because Tumblr has made a liar out of me before. I plan to publish my new 2024 Masterlist that has my request rules, along with a few other links that might be helpful. However, I'm waiting until after I publish another request to post it. Also, I saw your reply on my other post. So, I'll answer you here. I will still be writing My Hero Academia requests but I wanted to try writing for other fandoms to expand my blog and writing skills. So, just to confirm yes...I am still writing for My Hero Academia (If I didn't my Tenya fans would riot, haha) and in addition, I will be writing (Depending on how many requests or ideas I get) for Sk8 The Infinity, Trigun/Trigun Stampede, Mr. Villain’s Day Off, and Jujutsu Kaisen which thank God I finally finished watching the anime and am currently up to date with the manga. Anywho, hope that answered your questions and I look forward to possibly getting a request from you.

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faulty-writes · 21 days

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Oh oh I’ve got one! Vash Stampede flirting/dating a shy reader headcannons ♥️ please and thank you (sorry had to resend bc I was afraid my asks wasn’t sent)

It's cool dear anon. I'm so excited, my very first Trigun Stampede request! Please let me know how I did, I adore Stampede Vash but I absolutely love the Vash from the 1998 TV series. Not to say the Vash from Stampede isn't loveable, he's downright adorable. But I don't know, right now I'm a sucker for 98' Vash. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this request and please don't hesitate to request more if you happen to like it <3

"Come on needle noggin!" Wolfwood snapped after punching Vash in the head. "Just go over there and say hello! It's not like your dumbass hasn't talked to worse. You've stared at them enough to make a point!" While Vash didn't necessarily agree with Wolfwood, it was true that he had fixated on you recently.

"H-hi there!" were the first words he had spoken to you after casually walking up to the counter of the saloon you worked in. You remember how bright and friendly his smile was but how you stepped back out of instinct. "Oh, shy, right? S-sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you! Heh, heh," he awkwardly waddled back to his seat knowing the last thing he needed to cause was trouble for you.

His second attempt started with "Hi there, heh…just thought I'd try to talk to you again." He chuckled as he laid his hands on the counter. "I heard your name is Y/n," he smiled sheepishly, "what a pretty name." Maybe all you needed was a compliment to make you smile, he'd sure love to see that.

"I don't know, I mean they seem pretty shy. I wouldn't want to push them out of their comfort zone, you know? That's kind of not nice," he said, politely turning down Wolfwood's idea to ask you out. "Pff, suit yourself," he mumbled in reply, "but wait too long and someone else is going to snatch them up and you won't like that."

"Hey…it's me again," he said on a quiet night when the saloon was empty of customers. "Sorry if I've been bothering you lately, I know you're kind of shy but…" he chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "I'd be interested in…well t-talking to you, heh. I'm willing to listen to anything you'd like to talk about!" Everyone deserved that, right? And since you were busy dealing with customers all day, he was sure you had a lot to say.

You didn't realize his flirting attempts were flirting attempts at all because well, they didn't exactly make sense. "You know…I really admire the way you fill the glasses up," he chuckled. "You're always so careful to make sure the foam doesn't spill over the top," he smiled at you, hoping you'd say something in return, but you just thought his words were as strange as he was.

After a while, you grew accustomed to his warm smile and gentle voice so much that you looked forward to his visits. You also started to get to know his friends, who seemed a bit on edge but friendly. Vash noticed this slight increase in confidence and couldn't be happier for you.

His idea of asking you out was to suggest something quiet to do together to make you feel safe and comfortable. Of course, you never imagined it would end with the two of you staring at the five moons that hovered in the sky.

It surprised you that Vash always leaned close when you spoke and maintained eye contact. Of course, you weren't used to having someone's full attention. But it was still comforting to know that he was always interested in what you were doing or saying.

"Oh, heh sorry! I d-didn't mean to, really um..." The first time the two of you had fallen asleep together, you woke up to Vash's arms securely wrapped around you as if he were afraid that you'd get up and leave in the middle of the night. Of course, after hearing a few things about his past it was understandable why he felt so scared to lose you.

"Sorry…I guess I couldn't help myself, heh…" His face was completely flustered after he kissed you, as was yours. "I…understand if you don't feel the same way, not many people would want to be with…Vash the Stampede. Heh, the Humanoid Typhoon." He nervously chuckled before asking, "S-so…how do you feel?"

"What?!" Meryl snapped, grabbing your shoulders. "I'm happy for you but are you sure this is what you really want?" she asked. "Why don't you let them make their own mistakes, little miss?" Wolfwood said, stepping between you two. "If they want to date needle noggin, then that's on them…" Although he knew that if Vash messed up, he'd receive a beating.

"Ta-da!" Vash exclaimed as he uncovered your eyes to reveal the ruined city of July leaving you in shock. Why would he insist the two of you come here? "I know it's a little weird, but I thought I'd bring you here for our date because..." he reached over to hold your hand. "I think it's about time this place had good memories again."

He always stuck to his belief in protecting something more than anything else in this world: you. This meant he'd step in front of you whenever suspicious characters were around, or people looked at you the wrong way. Blocking their view of you and being ready for action if the situation escalated was something he was all too willing to do.

#vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun x you #faulty writes: trigun: 24 #faulty writes: trigun: headcanons: 24 #faulty writes: vash: 24 #faulty writes: vash: headcanons: 24

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faulty-writes · 27 days

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Perhaps this is more of a question than a request, as I want to hear your opinion on this. First of all, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your wonderful writings for Tenya. They give me a lot of serotonin, as you describe this boy just awesome. I kiss your golden hands and your forehead. You're just a miracle!

And now the very question. Most likely, you know that in Japan it is quite strict with interracial relationships and marriages. Especially from influential families. And I was interested in your opinion on this. What if romantic feelings can flare up between a foreign!reader and Tenya and/or Shoto, but how will their families react to this? I remember you wrote that Iida's mother and brother would even be happy and support this, since reader was interested in Tenya. Or can something change? With Todoroki, it seems to me that his brother and sister will be very happy, since Shoto is somewhat withdrawn. I can't say for sure about his parents, but it seems to me that Rei would be very intrigued, but Enji...I don't know.

That's it! Thank you for reading my question and my thoughts. If my question makes you uncomfortable, then delete it and forget it like a nightmare. Thanks again!

Alright, sorry for the wait. Thank you for enjoying my writing, my Tenya pieces are quite popular. I'm actually working on another one right now for another writing bang, so that should be fun. This post will go under 'read more' because it's kind of long.

It is time for my psychology student skills to shine! I want to say that every culture has its own beliefs and values. These beliefs and values usually reflect traditional aspects, which means conflicts will always exist when modern beliefs and values are introduced.

According to Nitta (1988), interracial relationships and intermarrying between Japanese men and non-Japanese individuals have steadily increased since 1975. I anticipate the only conflict that would arise from the Iida family if Tenya had romantic feelings for or was in a relationship with a foreign!reader would come from his father.

According to the show, Tenya's father adheres to traditional values, and traditionally, the man is in charge of the household and the family, which means his values and beliefs are constantly imposed on the other family members. It is safe to assume that Tenya's father's pride in the Iida family history has also rubbed off on him.

This is shown throughout the series because Tenya enjoys praising the Iida family name. There is, however, evidence that Tensei is not necessarily following these traditional values and beliefs, as depicted in one episode where we see a flashback into Tenya's past which shows a scene of him, his brother, and his father sitting at the dinner table.

It's during this scene their father praises Tensei for his heroism, as well as the number of sidekicks he has following him. However, Tensei does not fully accept the praise, stating that he could not have achieved his status as a hero without the assistance of his sidekicks. Additionally, it is evident how much Tenya looks up to Tensei. Therefore, I believe that Tenya's beliefs are largely influenced by his older brother. Accordingly, I believe that Tenya's mother and brother would be willing to accept whatever romantic venture Tenya chooses to pursue, regardless of whether it is with a foreigner or not.

Of course, Tensei would be the most supportive, asking the foreign!reader all kinds of questions regarding their country of origin. It is also likely that he would thank them for taking an interest in his younger brother. Tenya's mother would also demonstrate this type of support, as she is likely only concerned about her son's happiness. Because of her husband's traditional ways, I also believe that she would remain friendly, but not to the point of provoking confrontation with her husband who is likely to disapprove of the relationship.

As with the Iida family, I believe that the only point of conflict for Shoto getting involved with a foreign!reader would, of course, be Enji. Although I believe Enji holds some beliefs and values about traditional aspects, his possible disapproval of his son's relationship with a foreigner would likely stem from what he wants from Shoto. Furthermore, he is likely to worry that any type of relationship, romantic or otherwise, will interfere with his son's ability to become a hero.

However, it is also possible that due to Enji's desire to improve himself as a father and husband, he may accept whatever relationship Shoto chooses to pursue even if he does not approve of it because of his deep-rooted fear of being abandoned by his family. It is well known that Shoto's sister, Fuyumi, is very accepting of her brother. This is evident in one episode where she thanks Izuku for befriending Shoto. She knows he is antisocial and needs a relationship to help him grow.

I believe that Rei would have the same mindset. Although she had previously been afraid of Enji, it is evident that she is a fierce woman who will do anything to protect and support her family. In other words, even if Enji disagreed with Shoto's relationship with a foreign!reader, she would take it with a grain of salt. She would encourage Shoto to continue to follow his heart. As for Natsuo, I believe that he would also be accepting, although less accepting than Fuyumi and his mother, and more protective. Likely, he would ask a few questions about the reader and be prepared to intervene if they hurt his younger brother.

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faulty-writes · 28 days

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Shinso Angst!! He feels like there is a connection with you but it's one sided and he is delulu, ending with a broken heart

Okay, sorry for the wait. This ended up being over 18 pages, so I decided to break it down into three separate parts. So, I'll post those between working and posting my other requests and such. But for now, I hope you enjoy the first chapter.

You were like an angel. An unwavering force of determination and kindness. With the wave of your hand and a bat of your eyelashes, you had others at your feet as a God or Goddess should. You also happened to be the source of his inspiration, fueling his desire to join the hero course. “To be part of their world, would make me...complete,” not only that, but to have you as his was his ultimate goal and he’d do anything to achieve it. An audible sigh escaped Shota as he hunched over in his seat, his hand pressed against his forehead.

Even through the long strands of hair that would normally obstruct his vision, his stare was directed at Hitoshi. He already knew by the stern expression of the boy’s face, and his stiff posture that there was no possible way to convince him otherwise.

However, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. He took a deep breath and leaned back. “Love isn’t a motivational factor to want to become a hero,” he said, his tone harsh but still holding a hint of concern for the young boy before him.

Hitoshi clenched his jaw, knowing better than to argue despite the strong urge to do exactly that. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a calming breath. “That may be,” he replied, “but...” Shota interrupted him with a groan, and once again placed his hand against his forehead.

‘Is he too far gone to be reasoned with?’ he wondered. Not that he necessarily blamed love for everyone’s problems. But kids were impressionable and impulsive. Sometimes they had to learn the hard way, as much as that broke his heart. And in cases of heroes falling in love, it was even worse. “Be careful,” he said, standing from his seat.

He slipped his hands into his pockets and carefully approached, glaring down at the boy before speaking again. “Love always ends in heartbreak for heroes.” Hitoshi tightened his fists and soft cracks filled the air, but this small act didn’t stop Shota from leaning down, becoming face-to-face with the boy.

“You think you can handle that?” He asked, that hint of concern still evident in his voice and he received the boy’s glare in response. “I said yes,” he replied before glancing away but Shota noticed those deep purple eyes wavered with hurt yet determination.

“Since I met Y/n I’ve felt a connection,” he admitted, his cheeks turning the faintest pink. “I know they feel the same,” he stated and Shota raised his eyebrow. ‘Delusional,’ he thought. Nevertheless, he didn’t believe that Hitoshi’s ‘feelings’ for you were harmful.

Even if they were, he would ensure that nothing happened to you. He leaned back and clasped his chin. The rough texture of his stubble tickled the palm of his hand but didn’t distract him. “Do you believe becoming a hero will make Y/n love you?” He asked, he wasn’t trying to be negative.

No, rather he was trying to break the news to Hitoshi that you didn’t feel the way he claimed you did for him. Given that you were his student, he would have noticed if you had feelings for anyone. But as far as he could observe, you didn’t hold any affection for anyone.

Hitoshi glared at him before hissing, “Are you willing to train me or not?” Shota narrowed his eyes, even if Hitoshi’s desire to get trained in hopes of transferring into the hero course was to capture your heart, he couldn’t deny the boy a chance to prove himself.

After all, Shota himself had transferred into the hero course during his second year at Yuuei. He’d be happy to repay the favor if he could. He just hoped that Hitoshi would see things for how they were, and even if he didn’t, Shota would steer him in the right direction.

“Fine,” he said, giving a defeated sigh. “I’ll train you if you’re serious about being a hero,” he stated, “if you aren’t might as well turn and walk away now.” His face turned grim, and a dark and intimidating aura surrounded him.

This was an example of why he was considered one of the scariest teachers at Yuuei and had one hell of a reputation. However, Hitoshi was unwavering and nodded in response. “I am,” he had come this far and knew that once you found out he was potential hero material, you’d be his.

After all, you were the first person to believe in him. Of course, that was years and years ago. A smile came to his face when he thought about it. The two of you didn’t even know anything about the world back then, or where your futures would lead you.

But he did know that he would follow you to the ends of the Earth and do whatever it took to capture your heart. And so, he began his training under Shota, it was a struggle figuring out how to properly use a capture scarf at first.

Not to mention all the extra training he had to do, like hand-to-hand combat and regular exercises to gain muscle mass. Rumors began to spread about his progress, and that he was preparing to possibly transfer into the hero course.

He suspected the rumors started because Izuku and his friends spotted him with Mr. Aizawa one day. Not that it mattered, he wasn’t doing this for them. He was doing it for you, and it didn’t take long before he was given the okay to join a training exercise between Class A and Class B.

Mr. Aizawa informed him that based on his performance during the training exercise, he’d either stay in the General Studies Department or transfer to the Hero Course Department as he desired. However, before anything happened, Hitoshi needed to take care of something.

He had been thinking about it since that day when the two of you were small and he couldn’t wait any longer. He was certain you’d return his feelings, the two of you had a connection after all and nothing could break it. The only question was how and where he would confess to you.

From having observed you for as long as he did, he knew you were constantly surrounded by your friends. Izuku, Shoto, and Katsuki to be exact. He was envious that they had gotten so close to you while he barely touched you.

From the beginning, it seemed that you were miles ahead of him, and no matter how hard he chased, you only got further away. But this time would be different, he was going to catch up to you. This was the only thought in his head as students piled into the hallway at the end of the day.

Several of them brushed against his shoulders or squeezed past him to get to their lockers. As much as he hated that, he was focused on making his way to the Class A room. While his original intention was to confess to you, things took a turn when he peered inside.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw you sitting on top of a desk with one leg casually folded over the other. You were leaning back slightly, with your hands pressed against the desktop. Your gaze was steady and sparkled with a sense of happiness that he wished to bring you.

However, as predicted you were surrounded by your friends. At least Shoto and Katsuki, and the sight of them interacting with you made him frown and dig his fingers into the wood of the doorframe. “Yeah, Aizawa sure was something today,” you commented, laughing lightly.

“Hm, was he really that bad?” Shoto asked, being as naïve as ever, and while you could only smile at his childlike nature, Katsuki had another approach. “What the hell do you mean by that damn icy-hot?!” He growled, his spikey hair standing on end. His anger seemed to subside seconds later, however.

“His training exercises were fine, only the extras had a problem with it. Including that damn Deku,” he stated, crossing his arms. “If people can’t handle simple training assignments, they’re not meant to be heroes. Might as well quit now,” Hitoshi’s eyes widened at those words, and shimmered with recognition.

As strange as it was, he agreed with Katsuki. Nothing happened without action, and so, he’d follow through with his plans. Push himself to get into the hero course so he can be with you always. He’d show others that he had what it took and prove that he was the only man you should have eyes for.

After all, it was you who said his quirk was fine. His steps echoed through the room as he approached, and he ignored the looks he received from the students who were still present. He couldn’t help but smile when your head turned, and your eyebrows knit.

“Oh…” you said hesitantly, “it’s uh, you.” Katsuki and Shoto glanced at you before looking at Hitoshi. “What the hell do you want?” the angry blond asked, glaring at the purple-headed boy. Meanwhile, Shoto glanced at you again and leaned closer.

“You…know him?” He asked, his voice soft although he could feel Hitoshi’s glance on him and more than likely knew he had heard him. Still, you looked at him and placed a hand on the side of your mouth. “Hardly,” you replied in a hushed voice, “we went to the same elementary school.”

Shoto tilted his head. “Same elementary school?” He repeated, and although you were annoyed by his clueless nature sometimes, you nodded. “Well?!” You looked at Katsuki who was now standing in front of Hitoshi, you could imagine the look of anger and the snarl on his face.

Hitoshi, however, seemed indifferent and you found it slightly strange that he began to smile. It was twisted, like a villain who had caught someone in the middle of their web and a shiver went down your spine when he looked in your direction.

“I just wanted to say…” he slumped his shoulders, sighing. Every fiber of his being was screaming to confess to you but with Katsuki and Shoto present, he decided to say something else. “I’ll be transferring into the hero department soon,” his words weren’t spoken with confidence, but rather with a monotone coating.

“Huh?” You replied, raising your eyebrows. Shoto remained confused, and Katsuki was snarling his teeth. “Tch, what are you talking about, dumbass?” He demanded, pointing his finger at Hitoshi. “You aren’t hero material, it’s as simple as that. Accept it!”

Although you felt bad and knew that as a hero you should defend all kinds of justice, including when others bullied someone, you had noticed the odd way Hitoshi looked at you and that almost predatorial glance in his eyes when he did so.

‘Was he like that before?’ Thinking back, you couldn’t recall yet you also couldn’t deny the uncomfortable feeling that consumed you whenever he was around. So, you remained quiet, even if you knew it was the wrong thing to do.

Hitoshi growled, feeling his heart swell with anger, his eyebrows slanted, and his eyes filled with a certain hatred as he glared at Katsuki. However, his gaze then shifted to you, and all at once, that anger vanished, and the darkness that filled his eyes all but faded away.

‘Right…’ he thought, ‘I’m doing this for Y/n…not this idiot,’ he gazed back at Katsuki. “Heh,” that smirk returned to his face, and he turned around. “Well,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “Guess I’ll show you what I’m made of,” his tone was arrogant, and made you knit your eyebrows.

“Mr. Aizawa agreed to give me a shot during your next training exercise,” he paused, letting his words sink in. “I won’t hold back,” Katsuki ground his teeth together. “Doesn’t matter if you held back or not, I’ll still beat you, damn extra!” He shouted, his nose practically seeping with steam.

Hitoshi remained quiet and walked toward the door. You felt a lump form in your throat when he paused and looked over his shoulder again, only this time his gaze was directed at you. The sight of his twisted smirk sent another shiver down your spine, and you let out a breath when he finally left.

“Jeez,” you fisted your hand into your hair while Shoto looked at you. “Is something wrong?” He asked, but before you could answer Katsuki shouted, “Of course something is wrong!” He glared at the two of you. “How can you two just sit there and act like everything is fine!?” He demanded, stomping his foot against the floor.

You sighed, sliding off the desk before grabbing your backpack and throwing it over your shoulder. “Doesn’t matter…” you said, trying to get the image of Hitoshi’s smirk out of your mind. “Let’s go,” you said, walking past Katsuki with your head hanging low and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Huh, wait…” Shoto half-heartedly held his hand out but decided at the last second to just follow you out of the classroom. “Pff, fine you two leave!” Katsuki called, not having much interest in walking back to the student campus now.

Even when the cool air hit your face and the sound of grass and dirt crunching underneath your feet echoed through the air, your thoughts were on Hitoshi, and his odd behavior. As much as you distaste thinking about it, his actions toward you were odd and you wondered if anyone else noticed the way he stared at you.

“Y/n,” Shoto called when he caught up with you and successfully snapped you out of your paranoid thoughts. “Huh? Oh…hey,” you replied, noting how his dual-colored eyes narrowed as if he were suspicious of something. “What?” you asked, finding his expression a little intimidating.

“You said you knew him,” he replied. “Who, Shinso?” You asked, raising your eyebrow. He nodded, and another sigh passed your lips. The sound of distant birds chirping caught your attention before you spoke, “Like I said we went to the same elementary school.” You turned your gaze to the sky, watching a few clouds pass by.

“I don’t remember much about him to be honest; he was always the kid that was by himself,” you shared before shrugging. “He was always upset about his quirk too, and the other kids made fun of him,” you said, “I talked to him before I relocated, but didn’t expect to see him again.”

You looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. “Did you think there was something more between him and I?” you asked. “No,” he replied, noticing the cluster of student campus buildings ahead of you. “But he was staring at you...I just thought...” he paused, deciding it was better not to push any more information out of you.

You frowned and lowered your eyebrows. “Yeah well…” you huffed before realizing. “Wait,” you grabbed his shoulder, making him stumble back and look at you with wide curious eyes. “You noticed the way he was looking at me?” As expected, your question was greeted with a confused expression.

“Looking at you? What do you mean?” You sighed, placing your head against your forehead. “Just…he gave me a weird look that’s all,” you shook your head. “Maybe it’s nothing,” you said, trying your best to shrug it off as you walked up the steps to the student campus building.

If you were being honest, you still wished that you hadn’t encountered Hitoshi again. It never crossed your mind that the two of you would decide to attend Yuuei. Even if you were in two separate departments, you wanted to keep it that way.

Unfortunately, you soon learned that Hitoshi wasn’t bluffing about wanting to become a hero student. Like many of your classmates, when Mr. Aizawa announced that Hitoshi would be participating in the training exercises between Class A and Class B, you could only look in shock.

“What?!” You hissed out, catching the attention of your classmates. Katsuki crossed his arms, unlike you he just looked plain annoyed. “Well guess the extra did it,” he commented before taking a deep breath. Like he said before, just because Hitoshi was trying to prove he was worthy hero course material didn’t mean he’d hold back.

“Mm…” you latched onto your lip, curling your hands into fists, and praying to whoever or whatever would listen that Hitoshi wouldn’t be on your team. “Now then…” Shota looked at Sekijiro and silence lingered between them before he looked back at the students.

“You’ll be placed into groups of three for today’s training exercises,” you winced, not that team training exercises weren’t your thing. But most, if not all the time everyone decided to go their own way when put into groups which kind of defeated the purpose.

Your eyes shifted to Hitoshi, who remained standing by the teachers. If that was the case, if you kept your distance from him then everything would be fine. To your dismay, the first team consisted of yourself, Katsuki, and Shoto while the second team was Hitoshi, Neito, and Setsuna.

The disgust on your face must have been prominent given that it caught Katsuki and Shoto’s attention. “What the hell is that look for!?” Katsuki demanded, bending his knees with his hands clenched into fists. You turned to him, wondering if you should mention the look on Hitoshi’s face.

That oh-so-smug smirk directed at you conveyed that he was already contemplating you to be his target for this training exercise. “Why are you shouting?” Shoto asked. “Mind your own damn business icy-hot!” Katsuki snapped, while you tried to smile.

“It’s nothing Todoroki, don’t worry about it, heh…” you felt terrible for lying, but what other choice did you have? You didn’t understand why Hitoshi was giving you these looks, or why he seemed so fascinated with you. But you did know that it had to end.

Whether his fascination came from the small interaction the two of you had as children or not, you’d make it clear that you wanted nothing to do with him. Not that you had anything against romance, but heroes simply couldn’t afford to fall into it.

At least not when their hero career hadn’t even started. Shota narrowed his eyes, glancing between Hitoshi and yourself. He was aware that Hitoshi hadn’t taken his advice seriously, and yes, he may have purposely rigged the match so you two had no choice but to face each other.

Something had to break, and if that something just so happened to be Hitoshi’s heart, then so be it. He was aware that this sounded cruel, unfitting for a teacher even. But the way the boy looked at you wasn’t so much with love, but rather delusion.

‘So, what will be your move to break that illusion?’ He thought, allowing his gaze to linger on you before motioning for Sekijiro to follow him. “The match will begin shortly, take your positions,” an eerie silence fell over the training ground as each of you looked at each other before running in the opposite directions.

Chapter Two Coming Soon

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hi hi! i’m the anon who asked for the sir nighteyes daughter!reader x iida a while back, and i want to say i felt honored to have a fic, let alone a two-parter!

i was wondering if you could do and iida x fem/gn!reader where the reader helps him when he has to pull out his engines in order to grow new ones (if you didn’t know it’s a thing in their family and ripping them out means they’ll grow back stronger) just fluff and comfort!!!

Oh yes, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Sorry, there wasn’t much mention of Sir Nighteye, but I figured it was best to have the piece start after his death. Still, I always love a good Sir Nighteye request. As for this new request, I think I remember reading that in the manga. Tensei tells him about it because their grandfather or someone else did it and it’s like some Iida family secret. Anyhow, that sounds good. I love fluff, comfort, and a little pain. It’s been a while since I’ve done a Tenya piece, so let’s get started.

You didn’t expect Tenya to stop you at the end of the day to ask you something like this, and your lips were spread out in a thin line, processing what you could say in response. You shifted on your feet, adjusting your posture slightly before tilting your head to one side.

Yeah, this was awkward but there was only one way to make it…less awkward. “Uh, heh heh…” you chuckled, and sweat beads began to form across your forehead. It was one thing not to understand Tenya when he was talking about everyday things.

But this…this was not that. In fact, you were a little unclear as to what he was asking, why he was asking it, and why he wanted your assistance with it. Not that you could deny a fellow hero and friend’s request, but you had one little question.

“C-can you explain what you want me to do again, Iida?” Despite knowing that he hated repeating himself, you just wanted to make sure you 100% accurately understood what he was asking in the first place. He took a deep breath, sighing softly, and you frowned.

It wasn’t hard to tell he was annoyed with you, but even so, you knew he would be polite. “I see,” he replied, clasping his chin, “your lack of understanding is quite acceptable.” Well, he didn’t have to point that out so bluntly. Regardless, you remained quiet as he continued to speak.

“I do realize that my request is rather strange, and under normal circumstances, I do not believe I would ask for assistance,” although he was aware he would be invading your personal space, he took a step forward. “Uh,” your eyebrows knit again, and the faintest flush filled your cheeks.

You weren’t shy about others invading your personal space, but Tenya towered over you. In addition, despite knowing him well, he still had an intimidating aura about him. This was evident from the serious glint in his eye as if he were staring straight into your soul.

“However, I find your presence rather comforting, and I understand you have a history of helping others similar to Midoriya and Asui,” he explained, chopping his hand lightly in the air. “Um…” you took a step back and turned your head to the side.

It was a little weird that he had come to that conclusion. Then again, you had taken the time to train yourself under Recovery Girl, learned a few things about first aid, and enjoyed helping your fellow hero students heal their wounds when needed.

This mostly involved patching them up with bandages or wraps after having properly cleaned their scrapes and bruises. Still, you didn’t think that Tenya paid that much attention to you. Granted, he was class president and tended to take that role too seriously. As such, he probably observed everyone and categorized them in his head.

“Please,” his voice snapped you out of your momentary thoughts and you glanced back at him. Your throat tightened and your mouth felt dry when you noticed the expression he was wearing. His eyes sparkled with that same unwavering seriousness, and his square and masculine jaw was set firmly.

Although his shoulders appeared tense, his posture was upright and composed, contributing to the sense of authority that dripped from him like a rapid waterfall. You weren’t sure if the rush of warmth that once again illuminated your cheeks was because of his appearance or the sense of masculinity that surrounded him.

“Hm!?” You flinched when he suddenly bowed, his hands pressed firmly at his sides. “Uh,” you blinked again, your lips parted in awe. “I wish for your assistance with this task,” he stated, “I am quite aware this will cause a moment of discomfort,” perhaps for the both of you.

“However,” he leaned back up. “If I am to reach my desired goal as a hero, this is necessary. Once my mufflers are extracted, my body will provide new ones,” he explained, even though it pained him to see that pitiful and concerned look on your face.

He clenched his hands into fists. Yes…he knew that you despised seeing others hurt, especially if it was self-injurious or self-inflicted. But he was not doing this to have some short-felt relief from his troubles. Rather just as he stated, he was doing this to reach his goal of becoming a worthy hero.

“I will become stronger, and more reliable,” he stated, his voice growing deeper, and his eyebrows slanted. “Just as a worthy hero should be,” his goals and the lengths he was willing to go to achieve them were admirable and, in a way, made you feel insignificant.

However, you knew this was not his intention, and as he stepped closer, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your heart began to beat wildly as you looked at him, not daring to break eye contact. Why was it that he could draw you in so easily?

“I wish for you to assist me in accomplishing that goal,” your breath hitched, and your eyes widened yet shined with such warmth a smile came to his face. He knew your answer, however, he remained quiet and waited patiently for your response.

You swallowed hard, trying to rid yourself of the lump in your throat. Your heightened heart rate echoed in your ears like a melody, urging you to speak before time was up. His eyebrows raised when you let out a slow, deliberate exhale as if you were trying to gather your thoughts in anticipation of the response he was waiting for.

Your stomach twisted knowing that what you were about to agree to help him with would cause him pain. Yet, you gathered your courage as a hero should. “Okay,” the word felt heavy on your tongue, and you glanced toward the floor, finding your shoes more interesting than Tenya right now.

However, despite your momentary shyness, he continued to smile and leaned down. “Pardon,” he said, gently laying his hands on your shoulders. “Huh?” Your eyes widened, his gentle grip was comforting and compelled you to raise your head.

The smile he was wearing illuminated his face, like the sun kissing your skin with its golden rays, his happy expression bathed you in security. “Thank you,” he said, causing you to chuckle and turn away from him. He really didn’t have to thank you, or at least you didn’t think so.

Then again, that was Tenya for you. Always kind and considerate. “Um…” the rubber sole of your shoe created a soft squeaking sound when you grazed your foot along the floor. “You’re welcome?” You’d regret helping him with this, wouldn’t you?

That thought aside when Tenya dropped his hands from your shoulders, you looked back at him. “Um, so w-where are you going to do this?” You asked, noting that his eyebrows rose at your question. “Hm…” he hummed lightly, clasping his chin in contemplation.

“I had planned to perform it at the Iida Estate,” he replied, feeling as though doing it at his home would be ideal and less risky than doing it on student campus grounds. “Huh?” You knit your eyebrows, his house? It’s sad to think that you haven’t been to any of your classmates’ houses before.

Not that you weren’t friendly, you had plenty of friends. Some in the hero course, some in general studies, and even in the support department. But maybe there was no need to visit one another’s houses because the students of Yuuei lived in the provided student housing.

“O-oh...I mean uh,” you tapped your lips, your eyes shifting back and forth. “If…that’s what you want, that’s fine,” even though you were worried about how well his family would react to your presence. If they were anything like Tenya, social class didn’t matter.

“Hm?” He narrowed his eyes, sensing your discomfort. “Apologies,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest. “Hm? What are you apologizing for?” You asked, placing your hands on your hips. “You seem rather hesitant. Would you prefer this…activity be performed in another location?” he asked.

“No, no, no!” You held up your hands, waving them like mad. “I-it’s just that I h-haven’t been to anyone’s house since enrolling at Yuuei, hah hah!” You rubbed the back of your head awkwardly despite the pathetic smile on your face. His eyebrows lowered as he stared at you, finding your reaction rather strange.

“I see,” he replied before taking a breath. Perhaps you were nervous, as one should be when entering unknown territory. “I can assure you that you do not need to be anxious,” he stated, lifting his hand to rapidly chop it through the air again.

“The Iida family prides itself on mannerisms and heroics!” He announced proudly. “As such, I can assure you that you will not face any judgment nor criticism while at the Iida Estate,” honestly, if being a hero doesn’t work out, Tenya could easily make a living as a motivational speaker.

“Heh, i-is that right?” You replied, your cheeks colored a soft red. Tenya certainly had a way with words, and it made you happy to see someone so passionate about something, even if it was considered insignificant by most.

Knowing he was saying all this to make you feel comfortable in his house was also very sweet. “Yes,” he said, smiling. “I do hope we are in agreement then,” you closed your eyes, feeling a smile come to your face. “Yeah,” you said, chuckling.

“I’ll help you, and we can…do, uh, what you wanna do at your house,” you replied before making sure your locker was shut. “So, when did you want to do this anyway?” You asked, turning your attention back to him before you walked toward the exit.

Your classmates had already left, but you knew Tenya’s friends, Izuku and Uraraka, would no doubt ask you questions when the two of you returned to the first-year dormitory. Not that you minded, even if it was a bit annoying, they were only looking out for Tenya’s best interest as friends should.

“My schedule is quite clear on Saturday, perhaps yours is as well?” He suggested, and you couldn’t help but snicker. You can only imagine what he’d sound like if he tried asking someone on a date. The crisp air caressed your skin as you stepped outside, and the earthy aroma of damp soil and fresh flowers filled your nostrils.

A certain tension seemed to roll off your shoulders, more than likely your body relaxing from a hard day’s work at school. “Yeah,” you replied, tilting your head to look at the sky. It was bathed in a soft blue color with seldom clouds that floated along without a care.

You paused and turned to Tenya who was diligently following you. “Hm?” He stopped short, and the sound of gentle birds chirping, and distant traffic enveloped the air for a moment. “I can do Saturday,” you confirmed before resuming walking.

Tenya was certainly someone to be admired, and although the rest of the walk was done in silence, there was an odd comfort that lingered between the two of you. Knowing what he wanted to do but that he was doing it for selfless reasons made you wish you could be that selfless.

Of course, while it’s good to admire someone, you shouldn’t try to be like them. Rather you should use their kind acts as a source of inspiration, and if helping Tenya with this task was your way of performing a kind act, then you’d do it to the best of your ability.

That’s right, Tenya won’t know what hit him! You’ll be the greatest source of comfort for him when he…pulls out his engines. Yikes, that does sound painful, but there was no backing down now. Luckily you had a few days to compose yourself, even though the closer Saturday came, the more nervous you felt.

Still, time stopped for no one, and when the day finally arrived, you tried your best to gather courage when you found yourself standing at the front doors of the Iida Estate. Tenya was by your side, and he turned to you, offering a kind smile.

“Heh…” you awkwardly chuckled and tried your best to return it. Luckily the sound of a lock clicking, and the loud squeak of the front door distracted you. “Hm?!” Your body tensed up, and you slowly turned to look at who was standing in the doorway. You expected a butler, a servant of some kind.

Instead, you were greeted by the sight of an older woman. She had soft, coal-colored eyes and like Tenya, wore glasses although they were oval-shaped. Her hair was ear length and dark with bangs that fell perfectly across her forehead.

You noticed the smooth white top she was wearing matched perfectly with her soft blue cardigan. A dark-colored skirt with Mary Jane’s completed her outfit. She had a kind and gentle aura, and her eyes sparkled with recognition when she looked at her son.

“Tenya,” she said, embracing him in a hug. He returned the gesture, wrapping his arms protectively but carefully around her. “It’s wonderful to see you,” she said, smiling as she leaned back. “Yes, it’s wonderful to see you as well, mother,” he stated before looking at you.

“This is Y/n,” once again, you chuckled awkwardly before lifting your hand. “H-hello,” you said, half-heartedly waving. Mrs. Iida’s eyes widened, almost like she was misunderstanding your greeting, but she soon smiled and approached.

“Yes, Y/n,” she stopped in front of you and reached out, gently taking your hands. “Tenya has informed me about you,” she said casually, making your eyebrows knit. “O-oh?” You glanced past her to Tenya who seemed to be standing as confidently as ever.

“That’s correct,” he said, walking over to the two of you and laying his hand gently on his mother’s shoulder. “I do hope that is alright, I believed it would be most appropriate to inform mother about you beforehand,” he confessed, and she nodded in agreement.

“Yes, it’s so wonderful that Tenya has someone like you to help him with this task,” she said cheerfully. “Uh, r-right,” you replied, wondering if you were just making a fool of yourself. But you did promise you’d try your best to be a source of comfort for Tenya, and if his mother approved of you, that was a good thing, right?

She continued to smile even as she released your hands, then she turned to Tenya. “I also informed your father. He won’t disturb the two of you,” she assured, and he nodded. “Very well, thank you,” he said before looking in your direction.

He then walked around his mother and stood in front of you. “I will show you to the courtyard,” he said, and your eyebrow twitched. ‘This house has a courtyard!?’ You were used to living in such small spaces, you couldn’t imagine if you ever owned property with a courtyard.

Nevertheless, you followed Tenya and as the two of you walked away, his mother exclaimed, “Lunch will be ready soon!” You couldn’t imagine yourself having an appetite after this venture was over, and that would probably double for Tenya considering he’d be in the most pain.

Then again, he did have a stubborn underlying nature about him and more than likely would feel it appropriate to eat so he could give his body strength after putting it through such an ordeal. Regardless, your stomach was twisted into enough knots right now, and it was unlikely that you’d be able to keep food down.

The sun was shining, bathing everything in its gentle glow. Like before, the sky was clear apart from the few clouds that passed by. The courtyard was rather large with lush green grass that crunched underneath the weight of your foot.

“Wow,” you said, feeling a soft breeze kiss your skin and ruffle your hair. “It’s beautiful,” you turned to Tenya smiling, and he nodded. “Yes, I suppose it’s quite pleasing,” he replied, although having grown up in the Iida Estate, he knew that at times he was blind to the treasures he had.

However, that was not his primary concern now. Rather it was what he had set out to do, what you had agreed to help him with. “Please follow me,” he instructed, motioning with his hand. “Huh, oh…right,” you said, slumping your shoulders.

Regardless, you did as requested and noticed that he had guided you to the spot where a large tree and a wooden box sat. You raised your eyebrow when you noticed that a first aid kit rested against the tree and looked at Tenya who was rolling the legs of his Yuuei gym uniform up.

“Um, what’s the…” you lazily pointed at it, and Tenya paused, following your pointed finger. His eyes lingered on it before drifting back to you. “You are skilled in first aid, correct?” He asked, making you tense up. “Uh…” you rubbed your opposite arm.

“Y-yeah, but…” How intense would this be if he had a first aid kit on hand?! Your stomach was now overwhelmed causing you to feel nauseous, but you squeezed your eyes shut and swallowed, forcing the unpleasant sensation down. ‘This is a good thing,’ you tried to remind yourself.

It means he trusted your abilities to patch him up if something went wrong. He raised his eyebrow. “Yes?” He replied, urging you to continue. “Mm…” you mumbled and looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “N-nothing,” you said, shaking your head.

“Uh, thank you for trusting my abilities, I won’t let you down,” you promised and although Tenya found your words strange, he nodded. “I did not expect your abilities to be inferior, rather I believe you were the best choice in such a matter,” your heart skipped a beat at his words.

Best choice!? “Heh, uh, right, yeah,” you replied before taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart. Tenya lowered himself to a sitting position and propped one leg onto the wooden box. You watched his calve expand, and six exhaust pipes appeared.

‘Just how far are those things embedded into his body?’ You shuddered to think about it and shook your head, clearing your mind. ‘Well, I guess that doesn’t matter, he’s going to do this whether either of us likes it,’ you gazed at him, his tense expression, the anticipation of pain he was awaiting.

More specifically, you noticed the way he was clenching his jaw, and more than likely that would result in more pain when he began removing his exhaust pipes. His fingertips grazed the bottom of one, and his body tensed up when he slowly wrapped his fingers around it, making sure he had a good grip.

He could feel his teeth giving slight resistance, aching softly as they were forced to press against one another. Of course, this was ignored by him, and he was prepared to pull when your hand grasped his shoulder. He jumped in response and turned to look at you.

“Wait a minute,” you said, holding one finger up. “You can’t just start pulling those things out without taking a few precautions,” you pointed out, trying to reason with him. “Give me a moment,” you urged, walking to the first aid kit.

You carefully opened it and took out a chuck and a white cloth. “I know it’s just grass, but I’d prefer any blood get on the chuck,” you said, laying it underneath his leg. “It will absorb any blood that comes and make less of a mess,” you clarified before folding the cloth into a small square.

You crouched down and presented it to him. He raised his eyebrow, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s for you to bite down on,” you explained, “so you won’t hurt your jaw.” Or at least not as much. He seemed hesitant, but after a few seconds, he took it from you.

“Thank you,” he promptly placed it in his mouth, allowing his teeth to sink into it like an animal into a fresh kill. You smiled and walked around him. You wanted to bring him comfort, but how would you do that while he was ripping those pipes out?

“Mm…” you tapped your foot against the ground a few times as a couple of ideas floated through your head. Tenya wasn’t one to refuse affection, although he was one to respect another’s personal space, at least most of the time, and more than likely he expected the same.

But he asked for your help, right? So, did that give you the right to supersede his personal space boundaries? You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to realize that he, yet again, had grasped one of his exhaust pipes securely.

His body resumed its tense stance, and a small amount of saliva began to drip from the corner of his mouth, no doubt a natural reaction from how intensely he was biting into the cloth. His muscles strained and a muffled scream sounded when he began to pull said exhaust pipe out.

As expected, blood began to drip down the metal structure, staining Tenya’s hand and landing on the chuck. Your heart ached when you heard the muffled scream, and the sight of the blood-stained chuck sent your worries spiraling.

Your knees gave out, and as if acting on their own accord, your arms wrapped around him. You made sure your grip was secure, but not restrictive in case his body jerked. Still, you hoped your embrace was comforting even in his moment of pain.

You swallowed thickly, wondering what else you could do. Yes, hugging was fine. But there had to be something else, you couldn’t just hug him and patch him up after everything was over. Your lip trembled, forcing you to press your teeth against it before drawing it into your mouth.

You nervously chewed on it, feeling Tenya’s body tense up when another painful groan came after he finished pulling out the first exhaust pipe. Crimson lines continued to drip from its metal surface, further staining his hand.

His jaw was aching, and his eyes overflowed with tears, he certainly underestimated the pain this would cause him. But now that he had begun, he couldn’t stop, and your warm embrace only reminded him of why he was doing this.

Yes, he needed to be stronger. A better hero for you and everyone. You heard him audibly swallow accompanied by the sound of him dropping the exhaust pipe onto the chuck. His body relaxed for a few seconds before tensing up again when he wrapped his fingers around the second pipe.

‘What can I do…’ you thought. ‘He’s done so much for everyone, and whenever he talks he-’ Your eyes widened. Wait…that was it! Of course! Why didn’t you think of that before? Your nails dug into the front of his uniform, and you brought your lips to his ear.

“Focus on my voice, okay?” You whispered, your tone gentle and inviting. His eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but tremble when your hot breath brushed against the skin of his neck. Although he was currently unable to speak, he nodded.

Your heart began to quicken, and instead of a nauseating feeling, you felt a burst of butterflies in your stomach. You could hardly believe what you were about to say, but if it helped him then you had no choice. “You’re strong,” you whispered, “I know you can get through this and be an amazing hero.”

Cheesy, yes. Effective, also yes. You could feel his body relax, and although you couldn’t tell, your words struck a chord in him. “I believe in you and your ability to overcome this obstacle,” despite having the cloth in his mouth, Tenya gave a twisted smile and began pulling out the second exhaust pipe.

Like before, blood began to spill but he continued to the next one. “Remember, every challenge you face makes you stronger, more resilient…” you said, cheering him on with positive affirmations. However, this didn’t cease the tension in the air, and for good reasons considering this was a very intense situation.

Tenya managed to push through and as he was removing the final exhaust pipe, you smiled. Was it strange to feel a sense of pride watching your friend finish what he was doing? You decided it was best not to think about it, and instead, nuzzled your face against the top of his head.

Your hands were now firmly placed on his shoulders, and with one final affirmation of, “You’re my hero Tenya,” the task was complete. He pushed the cloth which was now damp with saliva out of his mouth and his soft pants came.

His muscles finally relaxed, and his shoulders slumped, more than likely he’d need some time to recover. You firmly pressed your head against his for a few quiet minutes. “Let me get some supplies from the first aid kit,” you said, breaking the silence when you leaned away from him.

“I need to patch up that leg of yours, okay?” You offered him a smile when he turned to look at you and proceeded to get disinfectant, another chuck, bandage wraps, and so on. “Here,” you rolled the bloodied chuck up before placing the new one down.

“Now…” you smiled and slipped a pair of medical gloves on before you instructed Tenya to lower his leg from the box. Once that was done, you carefully wiped the blood off his lower leg and hand before disinfecting the fresh wounds on his leg.

Finally, you dressed it and carefully gathered your used materials up before throwing them away. “There,” you said, now sitting next to him. It felt like hours had passed, not that you minded. While this experience was a little intense, you were glad he asked you to help him.

The two of you sat in silence again, and you looked up at the sky, watching the clouds pass by. You seemed oblivious that Tenya was staring at you with a smile on his face. He was truly grateful to you; surely, he’d need to repay your kindness.

“Heh,” you chuckled, making him raise his eyebrow. “Did my positive affirmations work wonders for you?” He knit his eyebrows, somewhat confused by your question, and focused his attention forward. “I suppose they did,” he replied, feeling almost nervous about the next set of words he was going to speak.

“But…that is not the only thing you performed that aided me,” he clarified. “Huh, what do you mean?” You asked, turning your attention to him. Although you were a little worried when he placed his hand on the grass next to you and leaned forward.

“Uh,” you leaned back instinctively, but that’s when Tenya’s arms shot out. “Pardon,” he said, and your breath hitched when he embraced you, pulling you into his chest. Your eyes widened, and your nose was immediately filled with his musky scent that resembled a warm blend of cedarwood.

Although your body was tense as you were not used to this kind of embrace, you found yourself relaxing after a few moments and brought your arms up, half-heartedly returning the hug. Your breath hitched again when his hand tangled itself into the back of your hair.

Your eyes widen at the realization that he could be this affectionate. “The way you embraced me,” he said, almost hesitantly, “helped greatly as well.” Your heart fluttered at his words, and you lifted your head, locking eyes with him. You noticed they held as sincere of a glance as ever and smiled.

You lowered your head down and resumed nuzzling your face into his chest. Sighing contently, you said, “I’m glad.” His hands slipped through the back of your hair again. “As am I,” his voice was soft, just above a whisper, but he could not deny the happiness he felt at this moment.

If you were being honest, you could probably stay in Tenya’s arms forever. Unfortunately, this was unrealistic, and your head popped up again when you heard a door sliding open. You looked past Tenya toward the veranda where his mother stood, her lips parted in awe.

To think she’d see her son embracing another was certainly a sight to behold, but she tried to remain calm and folded her hands in front of her. “Apologies,” she said, trying to hold back laughter. “I wanted to inform you that lunch is ready,” with that, she turned and walked back inside.

“Huh…” you blinked, somewhat confused by her reaction, and looked at Tenya. “Perhaps it is best if we have sustenance,” he stated, dropping his arms from around you. Although he winced some when he stood up thanks to the dull ache that coursed through his freshly dressed leg.

However, it was nothing compared to the pain he felt when he removed his exhaust pipes. You frowned when you heard him wince but knew that he would put up a brave front. You were also disappointed that the hug ended but quickly shifted your focus to his outstretched hand.

“Shall we?” he asked, making you raise your eyebrow. “Are you sure you can walk with your leg bandaged up like that?” You asked, pointing to it. He frowned in response to your question, not that he wasn’t grateful for your concern. But you had helped him enough today, and he did not wish for you to worry any further.

He also knew this was impossible. So, he took a deep breath. “I…am certain I can walk. However, I would not be opposed to further help,” he confessed, flexing his fingers slightly to indicate you to take his hand. “Mm…” you hummed in response and allowed him to help you stand up.

Once you were on your feet, you placed your hand on his back. His steps were slow, but you were happy that he wasn’t pushing himself that hard. Especially after what had just happened. As you walked inside, the sweet scent of rice and charred fish skin filled your nostrils and made your stomach growl.

“Wow smells good. Let’s go,” you said, laughing as you began to walk down the hallway toward the dining room. However, before you reached it, Tenya asked, “Will you perhaps perform the same set of actions when I remove the exhaust pipes from my opposite leg?” You stopped and looked at him with your head tilted to one side.

“What?” You replied. Unlike before, he didn’t seem annoyed by your response or the fact that he had to repeat himself. Rather he smiled. “When I remove the exhaust pipes from my opposite leg, will you embrace me as you did and whisper positive affirmations into my ear?”

It was such a strange request, but could you honestly deny him? You chuckled. “If that’s what you need,” you replied. “But why don’t you give your body a day to rest before putting yourself through that again?” You suggested, and to your surprise, Tenya nodded. “Yes, perhaps that is best,” he replied, and your heart fluttered.

It was nice to know that he appreciated your insight and would do what was best for himself now. “Great, now let’s go eat. I’m sure you’re hungry after that fiasco.” Before he could say anything, you resumed guiding him to the dining room and helped him sit on the provided floor cushion.

“There, now make sure to eat all your food,” you said, sounding more like a mother than anything. Mrs. Iida, who happened to walk into the room, chuckled. “Removing his exhaust pipes was successful?” she asked, and you offered her a smile.

“Yes,” you replied cheerfully, “I’m glad I was able to help him, but he agreed to rest before removing them from his other leg,” you turned to Tenya. “Right?” he nodded and looked at his mother. “Yes, Y/n was quite helpful, and I am grateful they are willing to help me again,” he said, smiling at you.

“How wonderful,” Mrs. Iida said before walking over to the counter and preparing some tea. “I’m so glad Tenya has someone that will help him with this,” even though Tensei, Tenya’s older brother, could have helped. It seemed like you were better equipped for the job.

Once the tea was done brewing, she placed two mugs on a tray and carried it over to the table where you and Tenya sat. “Here you are,” she said, placing them in front of you. “Your father is eating his lunch in his office,” she informed him before walking away.

“Thank you, Mrs. Iida,” you bowed your head before turning to Tenya. “Wow, your father is a busy man, huh?” You asked, taking a bite of rice, and chewing it greedily. “I aspire to gather such dedication for my future endeavors as a hero,” he confessed.

“I’m sure you will, especially knowing the lengths you’re willing to go now,” you said before grasping your mug of tea. It felt warm in your palm and the earthy, bitter aroma made you smile. Then you turned to him, holding said mug out to him.

“To your future heroics,” you said, proposing a toast. Tenya raised his eyebrow, finding your antics rather odd. But nonetheless, gently grasped his cup of tea and carefully clinked it against yours. “I do believe our future efforts are quite commendable,” he replied.

“Uh huh,” you took a sip of the tea before taking another bite of your food while heplaced his tea back on the table and grabbed his chopsticks. His eyes gazed over the food in front of him, and he tried his best to ignore the faint throbbing of his leg.

He thickly swallowed before looking at you. “Y/n,” he said, and despite having pieces of rice sticking to your lips, you gave him your attention. “Yeah?” you replied, lapping your tongue across your lips to collect said pieces of rice.

“May I ask you something?” You raised your eyebrow, you always hated when people asked that. Was there any harm in asking anything in general? Still, you knew better than to respond sarcastically, and so you nodded.

“Yeah, of course,” you said, taking another sip of your tea. “Forgive me if this is out of your expectations, but…” he paused, attempting to gather the right words. “I would be grateful if my future heroics featured you,” he said, making you raise your eyebrow. He sensed your confusion and cleared his throat.

“Please allow me to explain more clearly,” he stated. “I believe what I am attempting to communicate is simply that I wish for you to be a part of my life,” he said, “your kind and helpful nature in addition to medical knowledge would be most useful in the future.” Well…guess that was a good thing.

“You can just say you want my support always Iida,” you replied nonchalantly and snickered when he appeared flustered, his cheeks filling with a soft red color before he looked away from you. “I…I suppose that is…a more accurate description of what I desire,” he admitted.

“Heh,” you smiled and reached over, gently laying your hand over his. “Of course I will,” you responded, and once again chuckled when seeing his eyes widen, and his lips part in shock. Was he not expecting you to say that? “I…I…” he quickly shifted his gaze from you to his plate of food and cleared his throat.

“I see…” he replied, almost feeling shameful that he was acting in such a way. Still, he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that you would be there when he needed you. He lowered his head, “…thank you,” he said in a soft voice, and you smiled. “You’re welcome.”

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RESULTS ARE IN AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Yes wins by a landslide. So...I guess we'll see how this goes. Personally, I'd like to test how I'll manage a multi-fandom blog. But it'll be fun to try. That being said, let's get to the real excitement.

It's been a while since I've opened my requests, so let's see what creative ideas you come up with. Please keep in mind that I do have request rules.

As a friendly reminder, I will now be trying to write requests featuring Sk8 The Infinity, Trigun/Trigun Stampede, Mr. Villain’s Day Off, and I’ve watched a few episodes of Jujutsu Kaisen. PLEASE NOTE: I am only on season one of Jujutsu Kaisen, so I may not know all the characters in the fandom yet.

So without further ado, send me some requests you beautiful people.

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Alright. As you all may know, I started out as a My Hero Academia fanfiction blog. This year, however, I'm looking to expand my blog and try to introduce other fandoms.

The fandoms I've recently gotten into include Sk8 The Infinity, Trigun/Trigun Stampede, Mr. Villain's Day Off, and I've watched a few episodes of Jujutsu Kaisen (I'm still on season one of it).

My question for all of you lovely fans/followers is:

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UPDATE POST:

Hello followers and or fans, Sorry for the delay in posting, I recently moved and started a new job which turned out to be disappointing, to say the least. I'm planning to start trying to post weekly or semi-weekly again. I was also hoping to make a few changes to this blog, primarily maybe shifting it into a multi-fandom fanfiction blog. I've been watching Trigun and Trigun Stampede (And yes, I fell in love with Vash. Big surprise, hah), Mr. Villain's Day Off, Sk8 The Infinity, and a little of Jujutsu Kaisen. So depending, I might make a poll to see which fandoms could possibly work for the betterment of this fanfiction blog. I think it would be fun to try writing for some other fandoms. So yes, fun changes coming ahead! Look forward to the poll!

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[ Alright, hello followers/fans. Sorry for the delay of Chapter 5 of my Tensei Holiday Series. Life has been...well life. Will make an update post about that later. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this chapter. ]

[ Before the wedding takes place, your mind seems to drift back to the memories you and Tensei share. From the first time you met to the troubles, the two of you faced together. ]

Class 1-B was alive with hectic energy and chatter. You latched onto your lip and sank in your seat, trying to calm the uneasiness in your stomach. Luckily, your seat was in the corner of the classroom, away from everyone else. Still, you glanced at the other students.

Each one of them was beaming as they exchanged words and made friends with one another. Well except for you, although part of that was credited to your shy personality. Thinking back, you weren’t sure how you managed to pass the entrance exams.

Not that you weren’t grateful, you had always wanted to be a hero and who knows, maybe this would help you conquer your shy nature. Of course, thinking about what lay ahead of you caused you further distress and you began to feel a little nauseous.

You sighed and closed your eyes. That’s when you heard his voice for the first time, and it was that voice you’d end up following years after. “Hey,” you jumped, snapping your eyes open to see a young boy with dark blue spikey hair and unusual arrow-shaped eyebrows.

The next thing you noticed was his deep-burgundy-colored eyes behind the lenses of the thick square glasses he wore. He had a slender figure, and prominent arms that you assumed were from him working out.

He was wearing Yuuei’s standard school uniform, but you noticed the peculiar metal structures poking out from his elbows. While this piqued your curiosity, you assumed it was part of his quirk. “My name is Tensei Iida! Nice to meet you!” He said extending his hand out to you.

After staring suspiciously at said hand that you refused to shake, you scooted to one side of your chair, creating as much distance from him as you could. Yeah, maybe this was the reason you wouldn’t be making friends.

Then again, who suddenly walks up and introduces themselves like he did? Is that how people make friends? He blinked a few times, tilting his head to the side. “Oh, sorry. Not much for talking, that’s okay,” he said, helping himself to plop into the seat next to you.

“I’m sure I’ll find out your name sooner or later,” he noted, and the confident tone in his voice made you glare at him. How could he be this cheerful and optimistic? You watched as he scanned the classroom before turning back to you. “I think we’ll do great things this year,” he said, adjusting his glasses.

“Even if we’re not heroes yet, I know I’m going to do my best. After all, I have to set a good example for my baby brother,” you raised your eyebrow, why was he telling you all of this? “You wanna see a picture of him?” He asked with a large grin.

Before you could reply he was already reaching into his pocket for his phone. After unlocking it, he presented you with a picture of a baby wrapped in a blue blanket. Like him, there was a tuft of dark blue hair protruding from the top of the baby’s head.

Tensei chuckled. “I’m still getting used to being a big brother,” he commented, rubbing the back of his head. “But like I said, I’ll set the best example I can for him. That’s why I’m waiting until after I become a Pro Hero to have my eyes fixed,” you knitted your eyebrows.

“W-what?” you asked, feeling heat rush over your face. Damn it, you hated talking to others. He smiled when he noticed the red-tinted hue of your cheeks and leaned forward, fiddling with his glasses. “When I become a Pro Hero, I’ll get surgery to fix my eyes,” he repeated confidently.

His glasses? Is that the most important thing to him after he becomes a Pro Hero? “Since my quirk gives me turbo speed, I wouldn’t want my glasses to fly off and impair my vision, especially when people need saving!” He announced, a little too loudly for your liking.

You glanced away, partly wondering what was wrong with him. Still, you could think of worse ways to start the first day of school, and while you assumed that as the year went on, Tensei would stop his pursuit of being your friend. This did not happen, and you were almost grateful that he continued to chase you.

His open-minded nature and courageous attitude rubbed off on you, and by your second year, the two of you were close, or as close as you felt comfortable with. Much to your surprise, you found that Tensei had a unique idea regarding how he wanted to run his future agency and who he wished to employ under it.

However, you didn’t outwardly show your support until he began to get ridiculed by others. It started the day a student named Shota Aizawa from the General Studies Department transferred into Class 2-A. There were severe doubts regarding his capability as a hero student, and other students made fun of him.

This didn’t sit right with Tensei, Nemuri, or yourself. ‘Come on! You know Aizawa doesn’t have a chance in hell of becoming a hero!’ Those words caused you to grumble and curl your hands around the edge of the roof that overlooked the front of the school.

It was amazing that they allowed students permission to spend time on the roof, but it became a frequent hang-out location for Tensei, Nemuri, and yourself. You also heard that Shota, Hizashi, and Oboro spent a fair time here.

Unfortunately, there were also lesser hero students who enjoyed spending their time there. “Uh, can you believe them?” You said, looking at Nemuri. Despite her being your upperclassman, she had a wonderful slightly over-sexualized personality. But even so, she was honest and wasn’t afraid to jump into action when it was called for.

“Yes, I suppose that’s rather hasty. They’re certainly being bad boys talking about Aizawa like that,” she purred, making you sigh in response. “What?” She replied, placing her hands on her hips. Unlike her usual hero attire, she was not showing much skin today.

That was partly due to the standard Yuuei uniform that students were required to wear during school hours, although she had a good majority of buttons undone which exposed her chest. Tensei laid his hand on your shoulder. “Hm?” You looked at him and that smile he offered.

“I don’t like it any more than you, and people who put down others aren’t cool in my book. But I have the confidence that Aizawa will become a great hero!” He exclaimed, trying to lift your spirits. Instead, his words were greeted with a bellow of laughter.

Tensei, as you had come to know, didn’t exactly have the quietest voice, and what he had just exclaimed to the world was heard loud and clear by every student occupying the rooftop. “Pff, you really think that, huh?” Sensoji, also known as Mister Blaster, asked as he approached Tensei.

He was a large, bulky student with defined muscles and wide shoulders. His face wasn’t much to look at, but he had sharp eyes to match his pointy nose and lack of eyebrows. He sported a short haircut with visible sideburns and like Hizashi, kept the front of his hair swooped up.

He smirked at Tensei, and his gaze slowly drifted to you. When Tensei noticed this, he cautiously put his arm in front of you as if he were afraid that Sensoji would try something to harm you. Then again, Sensoji had a reputation for being a bully to the other students.

You heard rumors he mainly picked fights with Hizashi, Oboro, and Shota whom Nemuri frequently hung out with. “Aizawa has as much of a chance of becoming a hero as you do with that stupid agency idea of yours!” Sensoji declared, rapidly poking Tensei in the forehead.

You growled when you heard those words while Tensei crossed his arms. Nemuri kept her hands on her hips, deciding it was better to watch the spectacle and only intervene if the situation called for it. “His idea isn’t stupid!” You said, surprising everyone when you stepped around Tensei and glared at Sensoji.

“His idea shows that he’ll be a Pro Hero who looks at everyone equally instead of a self-centered one like you!” Each word was accompanied by your finger jabbing into his chest and he looked bewildered at your actions. “Why you!” He growled and curled his biceps.

His teeth ground together, and his palms heated up in anticipation of using his quirk. However, he was momentarily distracted when Tensei activated his quirk, the engines that promptly stuck out of his elbows bursting to life with a loud mechanical whirling and Nemuri took this opportunity to rip off her blazer.

Luckily, she was wearing a white, short-sleeved shirt underneath. Before you had the chance to comprehend what she was doing, she quickly moved behind Sensoji and grabbed his head. She leaned over and purred, “Don’t be a bad little boy,” into his ear before activating her quirk.

A pink, somewhat glittery substance filled the air, and you immediately covered your nose and mouth. You knew that Nemuri’s quirk induced sleep and you weren’t about to pass out on the roof. But that’s when you were swept off your feet, literally, by none other than Tensei.

He looked at you, a determined shine glistening in his eyes and a smirk across his face. “Come on, let’s get you out of here. Kayama can handle this,” he stated and with you securely cradled in his arms, he stepped over the edge of the roof.

You screamed out when the two of you plummeted and Tensei’s glasses flew off his face. He clenched his jaw, and a hint of fear enveloped his face. ‘Dang it, guess I’ll have to judge the landing myself.’ His grip on you tightened. ‘There’s no way I’m letting Y/n get hurt by anyone.’

A rush of adrenaline coursed through him the nearer he got to the ground and the wind rapidly swirled around you as he, yet again, used his quirk. ‘Hopefully, this will slow us down.’ While it cushioned the impact the two of you had on the ground, you also rolled a few times before finally coming to a stop.

Your vision was spinning, and a small wave of nausea overwhelmed you resulting in you pressing your head against his chest. After a few moments of silence, you opened your eyes again and looked at Tensei. “Why...why did you do that?” You asked flatly only to hear him chuckle in response.

“Well, I thought you were in danger so,” his words were greeted with a sigh. “You’re reckless…” you said, only imagining the stupid situations he’d put himself into when he became a Pro Hero. He seemed to ignore your insult and sat on his knees, looking at you, or at least the blurry image of you since his glasses flew off his face.

Guess he’d have to look for them later. “Do you really think my idea is amazing? An agency run by sidekicks?” He asked, catching you off-guard. “Uh…well I…” you paused and rubbed the back of your head. ‘Damn…I did say that didn’t I?’ Great, how would you explain your way out of this?

“Well, it’s…” you paused, glancing away. “Unique and certainly…you,” he grinned. “I’m glad you think so! Maybe you can be part of my agency, who knows? Maybe you’ll be the leader of it someday!” His words made you laugh. As if you’d want to be the leader of an agency. You’d rather play the role of a sidekick.

Little did you know what fate had in store years later, but this memory was far from your mind as you raced down the hallway of the hospital. Your heart beating erratically, and your face is covered in sweat. Not to mention the frantic thoughts flowing through your head like a rapid river.

Your feet scraped across the floor when you saw his mother pacing back and forth just outside a hospital room, the same room Tensei was in. Your pants filled the air when you stopped in front of her, leaning over with your hands grasping your knees.

She looked at you with concern and slowly reached out but flinched when you leaned back up, startling her. Your face contorted with anger and worry. “Where is he!? Is he alright!?” Your words came out fast and panicked.

“Oh, Y/n...he’s…” she hesitated, unsure of what to tell you and considering you were Tensei’s closest…well, friend, although she wished your relationship with him was more...romantic, she was terrified that she might lose her son.

Furthermore, she was concerned that seeing him in his current state may be more than you could handle now. You grabbed her shoulders without thinking. “I need to see him!” She frowned, but like Tenya she knew that you wouldn’t be satisfied until you got what you wanted.

“He’s through that door but-” Without another word, you rushed past her ignoring the way she shouted, “You forgot your mask!” You frantically slide open the door only to have your breath stolen from you when your eyes lay upon Tensei.

He was in the hospital bed. His head was shaved and wrapped tightly in bandages. A plastic tube surrounded the sides of his face, and two points were inserted into his nostrils. His upper torso was exposed, and a large bandage was placed across his abdomen, and the corners of it were secured with medical tape.

There were several small adhesive pads along his exposed skin which you quickly assumed were connected to the heart monitor which filled the room with a steady beep every second. A single white sheet covered the rest of his body.

Your hands clamped over your mouth, you felt your hair stand on end, and your body stiffened as your eyes watered over with hot tears. A wave of nausea soon came when the weight of the severity of the situation came crashing down on you.

You knew you had to do something, but what the hell could you even do? You were frozen in place, unable to bring yourself to move until you heard his raspy, slightly disgruntled voice. “Y/n?” the sound of it made you sob, and you dropped your hands, running to the side of his bed and grasping onto the bedside railing.

“Tensei!” You exclaimed, tears still falling down your face and onto his exposed torso. He groaned and looked at you. His eyes were dull, and his face contorted in such a way that you knew he was in pain. Despite this, he tried to smile.

“I’m…glad to see you…” he said, and you swallowed hard, wiping your nose before latching onto your lip to prevent yourself from sobbing again. You wished you could say the same, but unfortunately, you couldn’t. Your grip tightened so much around the railing that your knuckles turned white.

He noticed this and just like his brother Tenya, knew that you were in a distressed state of being…and it was his fault. He also knew that just like what he had asked his brother, you wouldn’t react all that pleasantly to his request.

He took a deep breath, despite the agony that coursed through his body from his abdomen muscles straining to make his chest rise. “I…need to tell you…something,” his voice was gentle as if he were trying to calm you down.

It didn’t work. The tears streaming down your face only continued as did the way your heart pounded in your chest. Regardless, you gave him your full attention. “I…can’t feel my…legs,” he stated, and it felt as though a bolt of lightning struck you.

“W-what?” you managed to squeak out, your heart sinking in your chest. Guilt weighing it down. Damn it, you knew you should have helped Tensei patrol. You insisted even! ‘The Hero Killer is too dangerous to track down on your own!’ you told him.

But he just gave you that damned reassuring smile and said ‘Don’t worry, I have faith in my team members. If anything goes wrong, they’ll come in and help apprehend the Hero Killer.’ You shouldn’t have let those words convince you to leave his side.

Looking at the result of your decision, you’d gladly take Tensei’s place if you could. In fact, maybe you should have been the one...you paused and shook your head. Now wasn’t the time to blame yourself. He took a deep breath, coughing slightly.

“Tensei!” You cried out, but his coughing subsided a few seconds later. “I’m...fine,” he said before you leaned away, wiping your already irritated eyes. “I told…Tenya to take…my hero name,” if reality wasn’t bearing down on you hard enough before, it certainly was now.

“W-what?” you repeated, shaking your head. “No…no, I’m sure your legs…you’ll be…you have to be okay!” You frantically shouted, your voice echoing through the empty room over the sound of the repetitive beating from the heart monitor. “Y/n,” he said, placing his shaky hand on one side of your face.

Your cheek felt warm and wet underneath his palm and his heart sank when you looked at him with those still watery eyes full of pain and confusion. “I…want you…to be the new leader…” he paused taking another breath, “of the…Team I...Idaten.” You let out a weak sob and shook your head.

“No…no I c-can’t do that I…” You latched onto your lip, letting out another sob. Once again tears began to flow down your cheeks and over his hand that he refused to pull away. Instead, he stroked his thumb against your skin, collecting those hot teardrops.

“Yes…you can…” he replied, and although you wouldn’t normally argue with an injured person. You couldn’t help yourself, there were too many emotions flowing through you now. “No…” you repeated, hitching your breath, and making a pathetic squeak sound. You reached up, grasping his hand.

“D-don’t make me…” You clenched your jaw. “Damn it Tensei!” you shouted, “I don’t want this!” You couldn’t replace him; nobody could replace him. You didn’t want this burden on your shoulders, you weren’t meant to be a leader!

You were meant to be a follower, a sidekick! Nothing more than that! Why did Tensei…why did he believe in your abilities when there were none? You sobbed again, looking down at him with pleading eyes and when he noticed this, he smiled.

“You will be…a great leader…” he encouraged, and at the end of the day, despite your constant insistence that you couldn’t be the leader of Team Idaten, you knew you didn’t have a choice. It was rough at first, your team members questioned your choices and the strength of your character.

Some even volunteered to take over as leader, but you remained strong because while you didn’t want to be the leader, this was Tensei’s dream, and you couldn’t let it die. And you never did. Your breath hitched, and your eyes widened when you realized hot tears were streaming down your face.

You looked at your reflection, ignoring the floral white flowers and delicate banners that streamed along the wall behind you. You watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest before the door opened. The hinges squeaked and echoed through the room, creating a short-lived tension.

You blinked, allowing the last of your tears to fall down your cheeks before you turned, seeing Mrs. Iida standing in the doorway. As expected, she was wearing a tasteful and elegant outfit that consisted of a floor-length navy blue gown with long sleeves adorned with lace.

It hugged her figure tightly and shimmered in the light of the room. The fabric that pooled around her feet flowed gracefully when she walked, giving a regal touch to her appearance. On her feet were navy-colored peep-toe shoes with small heels.

The pearl earrings she wore hung delicately from her ears and kissed the sides of her cheeks. She wore rosy lipstick that made her smile stand out and a small amount of eyeshadow that made her eyes pop. She quickly crossed the room and placed her hand on the back of the chair you were sitting in.

The smile that was on her face immediately faded when she noted the irritated look of your eyes and the moist layer your tears had left behind on your face. “Is something troubling you?” She asked, pulling out a handkerchief and handing it to you.

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but it looked like you were crying. Your eyes widened. “O-oh no, it's alright!” you assured her, taking the handkerchief and wiping your face dry. “I just…” you looked down, rubbing the side of your neck.

“I was thinking about the past,” you chuckled, and Mrs. Iida looked at you suspiciously. She was determined that this wedding would go as planned, heaven knows she had been waiting long enough for it to happen. So, she attempted to de-escalate the situation and gently laid her hands on your shoulders.

“Now isn’t the time for that,” she said gently before leaning down and looking at the reflection of you and her in the mirror. “Tensei is waiting,” she whispered into your ear, causing your stomach to explode with butterflies. A few seconds of silence passed, and a dreamy, almost void look filled your eyes.

“Yeah,” you replied, feeling a smile come to your face. “He’s always been waiting for me, hasn’t he?” You chuckled and placed your hands on the table in front of you, using it to help you stand up. You then made your way to the door, knowing that in a few minutes, your life will be changed forever.

It was nerve-wracking but amazing to think about. Taking a deep breath, you turned to look at Mrs. Iida who was absolutely beaming, smiling as if you were the answer she had been looking for her whole life. You took a deep breath and turned back to face the door. “I’m ready.”

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[ Hello followers, and or fans! I am back with a Part II/Follow-up to the piece I originally wrote for the Hawks Big Bang. This was inspired by this image created by pepepecoooooo which is so so cute. Please note this piece contains MAJOR manga spoilers. ]

[ As a support specialist, you were used to receiving attention, and it wasn’t just because you were the child of Endeavor, a fool. Trying to adjust to your new life after the war was hard, but it was even harder knowing what happened to a certain winged hero man that you knew. It was clear the two of you had lost things you could never get back, yet this could be the key to finally moving forward hand in hand. ]

The tension in the air was beginning to make you sweat. ‘This is so awkward…’ you thought, mindlessly staring at the plastic container you were helping Keigo go through. It was filled with his hero memorabilia and merchandise.

‘Why did I agree to this again?’ The ache that coursed through your chest served as enough of an answer and your hands tightened around the edge of the container. The fingers of your newly created mechanical arm whirred in response to this.

You could only assume that it was still getting used to its functioning, and it served as a reminder of what you had lost during the war against All For One and the former members of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Ironically enough, your father had also lost his arm, and although you had offered to craft a new one for him, he refused.

You assumed he believed this was a way to atone for his past sins and thought he was foolish but tried to respect his decision, especially given the now delicate state of your family. Despite this, you knew that the heroes and hero students alike had lost something during the war as well.

The ache in your chest increased when you looked at Keigo who was crouched over another container across the room. Most would think that being in the former number two hero’s house would be a dream come true, but considering the events that led to this moment, it was more of a nightmare.

Despite now being a retired hero, he was currently dressed in his former hero attire which consisted of a black shirt with a repetitive golden pattern, a tan jacket with a high collar lined with white fur, and black gloves. Much like before the war, the only thing that was missing was the beautiful bright red feathers that made up his wings.

However, there was no chance of recovering them this time. Sure, the heroes won in the end, but Fierce Wings had been stolen by All For One, and upon the villain’s death, the stolen quirks died along with him. This, of course, is what prompted Keigo’s abrupt retirement.

Although there were many casualties, he considered himself one of the lucky ones because he could at least walk away from the war alive. Sure, a part of him was missing. But hell, he was never whole to begin with and part of him felt guilty for having made it out alive given that he took Jin Bubaigawara’s life.

At the same time, however, he assumed being alive was worth it if he had you. Although a part of you was missing as well, or a semi-part? Guess you were both equally messed up. He was slightly amazed that Endeavour had even allowed you to help him go through his things given what happened last time.

Of course, he didn’t give a damn if Endeavour knew he had feelings for you, especially now that he was retired. Being the person he was, however, he tried to laugh it off and say that now he had plenty of time to catch up on the things he wanted to do.

This included getting rid of or donating most of his possessions. However, you couldn’t help but notice that the merchandise he wanted to get rid of was related to his previous career as a hero. Still, you tried not to judge and knew that like before, this little task he requested your help with related to his desire to spend time with you.

This was evident because he knew you had recently relocated with your family and while you missed Musutafu, the rural environment you now found yourself in wasn’t so bad. Yeah, it would be ideal if you got to work constructing a new development studio.

However, when you tried making blueprints for it, you struggled. At first, you thought it was a fluke and that you were still in shock from the war. ‘All I need is some rest to recharge, then I'll make those blueprints.’ Yeah, that’s what you foolishly thought.

That a small break from your passion would fix everything. It was only later that you discovered that said passion you felt for creating support items, among other things, had all but disappeared. Your family tried to remain positive and told you that your creativity would return when the time was right.

You weren’t sure if you believed that, and this only added to your frustration. But as usual, you tried to keep yourself distant from them and well everyone until you could sort out your emotions. However, just as in the past, this self-made rule didn’t apply to Keigo.

Just as before, your troubles seemed to be staying with you even in his presence. “Hm?” He paused, feeling your eyes on him. Guess he still had some of his hawk senses, but that was hardly a reason to celebrate. He frowned and focused his attention on the box in front of him again.

The very same box, that yes, bore the weight of his memories as a hero. The rustling of aged papers and faint crackling of outdated newspaper clippings echoed through the room. But among these was something from his childhood that was associated with skyrocketing his dreams of becoming a hero.

When his fingers brushed over something soft and plush, he knitted his eyebrows and leaned over the box. Carefully moving a few more items out of the way, he notices the red and orange coloring, accompanied by a cool blue undertone.

As he pulled out the Endeavour plushie, he noticed it was a little worn, and had a few stitches here and there. Still, it carried with it a sense of happiness, and memories came flooding back to him accompanied by a bittersweet smile.

He tentatively squeezed it and looked over his shoulder at you. His eyes naturally drifted to your artificial appendage that, like your previous metal fingers, gleamed the faintest blue and had a sleek metallic surface. In addition, precisely articulated joints mimicked the motion of the human body.

The metal fingertips were equipped with sensors that allowed you to perform tasks that surpassed normal human capability. There was a subtle space along the sides of it, that allowed that soft luminescence to emanate from its core, this was the source of the gentle blue glow that made it stand out.

Underneath the surface of your arm was a complex network of wires and circuits that was nothing less of the sophistication only you were capable of crafting, or so he believed. He imagined that like your mechanical fingers, the arm worked in tune with your quirk which made it the life force of the technological masterpiece.

It served as a reminder to him that you never said no to a challenge, no matter how difficult, and that was a quality that set you apart from other support item specialists. It was also what made him interested in you in the first place.

Not many freshly graduated support specialists could make a name for themselves as fast as you did and you were already popular at Yuuei because of your outstanding grades, and equally outstanding inventions. So, he had heard of you even before meeting you face to face. If only he knew the arm was indeed not crafted by you.

The smile fell from his face, and his chest ached softly. Although he tried to convince himself it wasn’t his fault that you had lost your arm, he felt responsible. However, this didn’t change the fact that you were still the child of his favorite hero.

The same favorite hero whose likeness was modeled after the plushie he was currently holding. He glanced at it, taking note of the synthetic fibers that made up the flames that Endeavour used as a makeshift mask and beard, and the bright turquoise color of the plushie’s eyes.

“Hm…” he perched his lips and grasped his chin, tapping it with the tip of his gloved finger. His gaze once again shifted to you, and he noticed that you had taken a few items out of the box you were rummaging through. They lay on the floor in organized piles, and he chuckled softly.

It was just like you to organize what you saw and make sense of it. “Hey,” your head turned when you heard his voice and tried to push down the fact that it made your heart race. Yes, the relationship you had with Keigo was…strange if anything.

This was especially evident given the last time the two of you were alone you almost kissed. That’s also when you realized just how strong your feelings for him were, and although you wanted to follow said feelings, something was holding you back.

Regardless, Keigo had a history of pushing his luck with you and distracting you from your work whenever he damn well pleased. While you wanted to finish the task, he had given you, a sigh passed your lips. “What?” you replied, your voice flat as you placed a hand on your hip.

He smirked, happy to see that despite everything, you still had that fierce attitude. No doubt that was something you inherited from your father. “Check it out,” he said, approaching you. “He’s waving at you,” with a snicker, he proceeded to take the plushie’s arm and move it.

He had his hopes that his misguided sense of humor would make you smile. Unfortunately, this did not happen. Instead, you scowled at him and glared daggers at the plushie before grabbing it. Luckily, you used your flesh hand to do this, as opposed to your mechanical one which would have surely ripped the stuffed companion apart.

After you chucked it across the room, it bounced on the floor a few times before hitting the side of the wall where it lay askew. The smile on his face faded, leaving behind a frown as he stared at his precious childhood friend who was now laying face-first against the floor.

He then glanced back at you, taking note of your heavy panting and the whir of your mechanical arm that again, seemed to be straining to move. In this case, it struggled to make a fist, but he assumed this was ignored by you.

Still, he had faith you’d be able to tinker with it until it reached the flawless level of complexity and functioning that was usually associated with your inventions. The tension in the air was obvious, as was the awkwardness that lingered between the two of you.

It was no surprise that his mind once again drifted back to the kiss the two of you almost shared and the look on Endeavour’s face when he barged in to see you in his arms. He also recalled the way your father forcibly dragged you away from him. It all seemed so unfair.

Yeah, he had told you on that day that he wasn’t a good guy. But hell, he deserved love, right? He didn’t give a damn if he wanted it from the child of his favorite hero. That was part of the reason he insisted you help him with his much-needed task.

While things had just seemed to turn sour, he was determined to finish what he had started. “I don’t need to be greeted by a plushie of my Dad!” You snapped, pointing a mechanical finger at him. “Jeez,” you said, turning your back on him.

You knew that you might be taking your frustrations out on him, but for the moment, you were too stubborn to apologize. “D-don’t be weird, okay?” You muttered, making his frown deepen. ‘Hm…’ he narrowed his eyes, ‘weird, huh?’

If that wasn’t the greatest instance of the pot calling the kettle black, he didn’t know what was. But he had been dealing with you for too long, and he wouldn’t rest until he had destroyed every wall you tried to put up. Furthermore, since you were already at your weakest point, it was the perfect time.

Yeah, maybe that was a little…villainous to do. But hell, if his hero career taught him anything, it was that you needed to use whatever you could to your advantage. ‘Maybe Dad was right…’ you thought as you resumed looking through the box, taking a few items out of it to place in the piles you had created.

Of course, your father didn’t trust anyone who tried to get close to you, let alone pursue you with romantic interest. He had grown suspicious enough the last time you and Keigo were together, and it only heightened when Keigo requested your help after the war.

Part of you thought your father finally agreed because of your mother’s assurance that you would be alright, despite him having resentment toward Keigo. In his mind, he believed the once-winged hero was the one responsible for you having lost your arm.

This, at least in your opinion, was an illogical conclusion because Keigo was too injured to even move, let alone save your arm from getting severed at the time. You had tried your hardest to explain that after your family had stopped Touya’s reign of terror by working together, you searched for other heroes.

You were also the least injured one of your family thanks to your specialized combat suit. It was like that of a robotic suit that old superhero cartoons would depict, be it more advanced. However, it had received great damage from Touya’s flames and as a result, was weakened to the point of just barely functioning.

Despite this, your stubborn attitude made you determined to protect others. That’s unfortunately how you got caught up in the brigade of Himiko Toga’s doubles that had attempted to attack Keigo with a large knife. Without thinking, you jumped in front of him.

Of course, you didn’t anticipate just how much damage that knife would cause. It ended up shredding through the combat suit, and effectively through the flesh and bone of your arm, severing it completely. You certainly were a fool for doing what you did, but you also felt some pride knowing you prevented him from further injury.

Yeah…maybe you loved Keigo, whatever. If you were being honest, you were disappointed that your mechanical fingers got destroyed as well. But your original opinion still stood strong, countless individuals chose to have certain body parts or limbs replaced with robotic ones. Only this time, you felt different.

You couldn’t necessarily explain why, but maybe that’s because you were still processing everything that happened and dealing with more emotions than you wanted to. Jeez, there had to be a way to distract yourself from how you were feeling.

Your father only added fuel to the fire by acting protective and had initially refused and furthermore, forbade you from helping Keigo. Of course, he hadn’t explained why. But much like you, your father had a difficult time articulating his emotions.

You assumed it was because he didn’t want you to be romantically involved with anyone, maybe the fear of someone taking you away from him struck a nerve. The members of your family almost losing their lives during the war and Touya ‘dying’ for the second time likely added to this.

You could understand that no one wants to lose their child either in death or from someone else taking them away. But your mother managed to convince him to allow you to help Keigo, saying that she wanted her children to be able to be happy. Guess you could thank her for that, but your relationship with her was strained at best.

Still, you were beginning to wonder if you should have come here at all. “You know there, you don’t have to take your frustrations out on your father,” he said in a joking manner, crossing the room to pick up the Endeavour plushie before once again cradling it in his arms. “That’s not funny!” You snapped, pointing an artificial finger at him.

He seemed to recall the last time you had done that and like before, his body stiffened out of instinct. But instead of the memories of the flames that had stolen his wings away, the scene of when you jumped in front of him and the blood that splattered when your arm was cut off came to mind.

The blue hue of your finger reflected off the golden color of his eyes and you took a deep breath, letting out a sigh as you lowered your hand. Once again, it gave a loud whirring that made you smack it. “Shut up and work properly already!” You snapped, making Keigo raise his eyebrow.

While your mechanical arm was certainly a marvel, it wasn’t one of your designs. In the weeks following the war, and your attempts to make blueprints for a new Development Studio, you also tried to come up with blueprints for a new arm. Several. The only thing this confirmed was that your passion for invention and technology had now become a sizzling flame. Your frustration began here. It was like an author having writer’s block. There was potential for something beautiful to be created, and yet the mind remained blank, unable to convey the correct words for a heart-capturing story.

You were unable to do anything about your brain’s lack of creativity. Even when you had attempted to make your robotic limb, believing that baby steps would reignite your abilities, you found yourself struggling yet again.

This eventually led you to contact a promising Department of Support student named Mei Hatsume, who was the only one who challenged the legacy you had left behind at Yuuei. She was the one to thank for constructing your arm based on the blueprints of your once mechanical fingers.

Of course, this didn’t change the fact it was embarrassing to have someone craft something you should have easily been able to create. Although Mei had warned you that your new arm would struggle at first given that she had set limitations on it and would gradually increase them which would allow it to work more efficiently.

You knew it was important to get used to the strength of your mechanical appendage at first, and further knew that Mei was following safety precautions which was almost amusing given the stories you had heard about her inventions spontaneously combusting.

“Taking your frustrations out on inanimate objects now?” He questioned with a chuckle, but it died quickly when he noticed you were glaring at him. “That’s not funny either,” you said before walking over to the nearby wall and sighing as you slumped against it.

You frowned as you slid onto the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest. The frown on his face remained as he watched you, guess he should have expected this. Although you still looked like the same little firecracker he had always known.

“Mm…” he hummed and turned the Endeavour plushie in his hands. His eyes focused on it for a long moment as if he expected it to come to life and give him advice on how to deal with you. He took a breath as he lowered his hands and looked at you.

For the first time, it seemed that the illusion you were the child of his favorite hero was broken. Instead, he just saw you. Someone who needed comfort because they had so much frustration built up they were liable to burst at any moment.

At the same time, he also saw someone so intelligent when it came to crafting support items and other inventions yet didn’t stop to see their own success. You sacrificed everything for your passion, even if you didn’t receive as much as a ‘Thank you’ from your customers.

Someone like you didn’t deserve to be this…glum. More importantly, he saw the person who had saved him from the painful sting of a knife cutting into his flesh. Maybe he was seeing you as his new hero. The only difference was that he was no longer chasing a childhood dream.

He was pursuing the next stage in his life, the period when he’d settle down with the one, he had adored for quite some time. His eyes once again drifted to your artificial arm, and he walked toward you. “How does it feel to be without your arm?” He asked, his voice flat and an absent tone accompanied it.

Of course, having been trained under the Hero Public Safety Commission, he had, unfortunately, mastered the ability to numb his emotions. This didn’t last long around you and as he came to stand in front of you, he could see the anger brewing inside you, and the small hint of hatred dancing in your eyes.

He knew his question would make you angry, this was evident by your slanted eyebrows and scowl. You balled your hands into fists, and once again the sound of your artificial appendage permeated the air. Your lip twitched, and although you knew it was wrong, your anger and stubbornness got the best of you.

You leaned forward, and growled, “How does it feel to be without your wings!?” His facial expression dropped, and although most couldn’t tell. A look of sadness filled his eyes and an ache coursed through his chest. He knew that he had done good things during his career as a hero, it was something he was born for.

Ever since he saved all those people when he was a mere child, he had his hopes of becoming a hero. The rest followed when he found out about Endeavour, who unintentionally saved him, and the Hero Public Safety Commission was responsible for creating him into the person who stood before you today.

But it seemed that despite his best efforts, you were yet again trying to put up walls. He glanced toward the ceiling, rubbing the back of his neck. You raised your eyebrow, noticing his change in demeanor and guilt filled your heart, making your chest feel heavy.

You drew your bottom lip into your mouth, glancing away. ‘Okay…maybe I shouldn’t have said that…’ you thought, almost feeling sick for having come to that realization. Your eyes drifted to your mechanical arm. ‘We both lost something…’ you glanced at Keigo once more.

‘What he lost was more personal…’ and after the tragedy he went through before, you couldn’t fathom how he was feeling or how he could even smile. Images of his bandaged-up face and fresh scars came to your mind, making you tense up.

He raised his eyebrows, noticing this. He was keen to know what that meant thanks to his years of training as a spy, and frankly, he didn’t like the way it looked on you. So, he made the bold move to sit down next to you.

He stretched one leg out in front of him while the other was bent so he could rest his arm against it. Laying the Endeavour plushie on the floor next to him, he faintly smiled. If a little comfort is what you need, then he’d gladly give it to you. Although he could use some in return, he always put others before himself.

Maybe that’s part of the reason why he could shut off his emotions at any given time but as he looked at you, he was quickly reminded why that was impossible around you. He took a deep breath and focused his attention forward.

The awkward tension in the air continued to grow and sweat began to drip down the sides of his head before he let out the breath he was holding. “Guess it’d be crossing the line if I asked why you did that, eh?” He said, finally shattering the silence.

“Did what?” you replied, he noted that your voice was slightly strained indicating that you were still frustrated. He gave a half-smirk and leaned over, knocking on your mechanical arm. You stiffened as a result and quickly jerked your arm away, but its movement was slow and clunky.

A loud thud came when the elbow of it hit the wall. “Mm, again taking your frustration out on inanimate objects, huh?” Keigo said flatly, brushing his gloved fingers over the small indent you had now created in his wall. You grumbled and crossed your arms.

“Again, you’re asking stupid questions,” you hissed back, looking away from him with your anger boiling. Ironically, the temperature around you dropped which was unfortunately a side effect of your quirk. He wanted to reach out and touch your shoulder but decided against this given that your cold flame quirk was dangerous.

Although he didn’t believe you’d hurt him, at least not physically. He frowned and glanced up. “You know you could have lost your life trying to save mine, and despite being a devilishly handsome man, even with these scars…” he paused, and his eyes looked glossed over and void, almost like his soul had been ripped out.

“But damn if my life is worth more than yours,” he said, making your eyebrows rise and your lips part. He would have thought the look of surprise on your face was amusing if it wasn’t so sad. The weight on your chest seemed to double at his words, and you couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he could even think that.

Your eyes scanned his face, noting that his scar had gotten better, and you swallowed heavily before hesitantly lifting your hand. It hovered in the air for a moment, and you chewed on your bottom lip as second thoughts came to mind, but you pushed them away.

How could he think that your life was more valuable than his? His heart beat wildly when he felt the subtle cool touch of your hand against his cheek. Ironically, a heated warmth rushed through his body like the connection between two souls finally forming.

His eyes widened, unlike before your flesh and blood hand felt so at home, and he couldn’t resist placing his hand over yours. Your eyes locked, and when your thumb grazed over his scar, he hitched his breath. Silence lingered between the two of you and the tension in the air shifted.

Uncertainty and anticipation replaced the awkwardness in the air, making you lean forward. Keigo lowered his eyebrows, and his gaze lingered on your lips. He too, leaned forward expecting you to finish what the two of you started but-“You’re an idiot,” you said, removing your hand from his cheek. His eyes widened before he glanced away.

You sighed, and once again brought your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. “The world needs you,” your gaze turned to the ceiling, then drifted to the boxes that still needed to be emptied. You couldn’t admit that you needed him too.

A lump formed in his throat, and he lowered his head, sighing. “Heh, that’s the funny thing about the world,” he replied after a few minutes of silence. “The world thinks it needs heroes to save the day…” you knit your eyebrows.

“But it’s a bit different when someone is your world,” you hated the way your stomach filled with butterflies at his words. You clenched your jaw, pressing your teeth together. Once again, your mechanical arm struggled to move, and your fingers to close, causing a subtle creaking to echo through the room.

“You’ve protected even ungrateful people, you’re the number two her- ” you hissed when he grasped your chin. “Yeah,” he said, locking eyes with you. “I’m also the guy that wanted to sit on his ass and make the world an easier place for heroes,” he explained bluntly.

“And now that I’m rendered useless to the world I used to protect, I’m starting to see things a little differently.” A small ting of pain enveloped your heart when he described himself as useless. “Namely that little support specialists like you are the brains behind the operation,” a growl rumbled in your throat.

He wasn’t wrong, without support specialists the world would be in chaos, and the heroes without the proper means to fight. “That little stunt you pulled could have caused the world to lose someone that is actually needed,” he said, his eyebrows slanting, and his lips slightly pulled back in a snarl.

It was rare to see him angry, at least outside of his previous hero work and to know that anger was directed at you was a little off-putting. You looked at him with a dropped jaw, frozen for a minute before wrapping your metal fingers around his wrist.

In response, he tightened his grip on your chin almost as if silently conveying you weren’t going to make him let go. “You give hope to people who need it, and those who can’t control their quirk,” he said firmly. “You gave me hope when I needed it,” he added, hoping you realized he was referring to the feathers you created for him.

Another wave of sadness crashed over you; damn you hated feeling this much. “Why does that matter when you don’t have a quirk anymore?!” You knew you were rubbing salt into the wound but couldn’t help yourself.

A spark of blue fire erupted from the corners of your eyes, and the atmosphere around the two of you dropped again. However, just as with your father, he remained unintimidated. “E-even if I died…” you hesitated to speak and latched onto your bottom lip to prevent it from quivering.

Honestly, you would have happily died if that meant Keigo could get his quirk back. Moreover, you’d give up your quirk for his if you could. It didn’t really matter considering that since you were little, you knew your quirk wasn’t the ideal one your father was looking for.

Although you had since learned to cope with that, it didn’t make it any less true that your quirk wasn’t practical for anything except your previous mechanical fingers. Eventually, if you ever got the motivation to craft support items again, maybe you could improve your artificial arm so it could work in tune with your quirk again.

He sensed your frustration and watched his breath evaporate as he sighed. He released your chin before fisting his hand into his hair, contemplating his next words. It seemed you wouldn’t listen to reason, so he said something he knew would catch your attention.

“Endeavour needs you.” Even though it hurt him to say that because he also needed you. Your mouth grew dry, and his words made your chest ache again, although you knew he was right. As much as you hated to admit it, your life as a support specialist was the very thing that caused you to grow distant from your family.

After everything your family has been through together, everyone was trying their hardest to get along and you knew you needed to do your part by spending time with your parents and siblings. So maybe in that sense, it was selfish that you had risked your life to protect Keigo. Yet you remained with no regrets.

Why was this such a big deal to him in the first place? The two of you were still here, you had both lost something, and yet gained something at the same time. Silence filled the space between the two of you, except for the soft humming of your mechanical arm.

Why did he have to mention that your father needed you? “Mm…” you rested your chin on top of your knees, a blank expression in your eye. Your mind replayed the look on your father’s face when he and Best Jeanist stumbled into your Development Studio and the almost threatening conversation he had with you in the car afterward.

‘So, it was Hawks who initiated it then.’ Your bottom lip quivered. ‘I’ll have to have a chat with him later.’ Your arms tightened around your legs, something that caught Keigo’s attention. He then noticed the distant look in your eyes.

‘What could they be thinking about?’ He wondered before you hitched your breath. “Be honest…” you said, feeling your stomach twist with the soft flutter of butterfly wings. ‘And don’t make me regret asking this, okay?’ you thought before continuing.

“If…if my father hadn’t interrupted us on…that day,” you emphasized, knowing he knew exactly what you were referring to, “would we have…kissed?” Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, and although you hated it, the faintest warmth spread through your cheeks. You expected him to give a smart answer, and he did.

Smirking, he locked eyes with you and said, “Depends.” You knit your eyebrows, and he chuckled. You almost looked cute when you were confused. “Would you still kiss an attractive but devastated former hero who lost his quirk in a freak accident with one of the most dangerous villains alive?” he asked, making you glance away.

Well, that was certainly a question. You frowned, and silence lingered in the air again. Even after learning that he killed Jin Bubaigawara, you still liked him even if you acted like you didn’t. After that day in your Development Studio, you realized how much your feelings for him had grown.

This injured former hero, who had tried to do good all his life only to meet failure in the end, was also someone you loved. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I…” Your bottom lip trembled, causing you to sink your teeth into it briefly before you sighed.

“I think…I would,” you admitted in a whisper before looking at him. He met your gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. No words were exchanged as the two of you closed the distance. The world around you faded away the moment your lips met, and the gentle warmth of his kiss sent a wave of bliss through your body.

The kiss was soft, but filled with passion that spoke the volumes of affection you couldn’t convey through mere words. All your worries and fears seemed to get lost in this moment. Another growl passed his lips as he paced back and forth, his mind dancing with thoughts of you and Keigo.

He regretted allowing you to travel back to the city to help the former hero. Then again, given his condition and state of mind, he didn’t have the energy he previously had. He felt tired, exhausted even. Yet, there remained a burning flame that desired to protect you and had him conflicted.

Rei frowned as she watched him, a sad and anxious atmosphere lingering. She knew it would take a while for everything to feel normal again and that she had been absent for most of your life. To think that one of her children became a successful support specialist made her heart swell with pride.

Although you were having trouble finding your passion again, she had confidence that you would be inventing wonderful things again soon. That was a part of her reasoning with Enji to allow you to help Keigo despite his disapproval. “They’ll be okay,” she said, her voice soft but still holding a tinge of annoyance to it.

Enji halted, and another growl passed his lips. He turned, glaring at her. However, she remained standing tall and narrowed her eyes. Much like him, her skin was healing and more than likely would scar due to being in the heart of Touya’s flames. He noticed that strong and determined look in her eyes, and his shoulders slumped.

After everything he had put her through and the regret he had to live with, he was a changed man. He didn’t want to lose any more members of his family, and despite knowing it would take a long time to regain everyone’s trust, he was willing to put in the work.

That was the reason why he backed down and instead sighed. Pressing his hand to his forehead, he grimaced. “I still can’t accept that they have feelings for-” Rei nodded, understanding where he was coming from. It was natural to be defensive and worried when your children were involved romantically with someone.

Still, she knew neither of them could interfere. “Let him prove himself first,” she said, her voice holding a calm yet motherly tone. “If Y/n trusts him, then I’m certain he knows better than to break their heart,” once again she narrowed her eyes on Enji.

A moment of silence lingered, and although a sad expression enveloped his features, he turned to stare out the window. “I suppose that’s true…” he said, folding his hand behind his back. He then glanced at his opposite arm, which had been severed by All For One.

Guilt swelled in his heart as he thought about your artificial fingers and newly crafted mechanical arm. He knew he should have been there for you. No child of his deserved to get injured so gravely. Yet, he also knew it was too late to change anything.

His throat tightened, forcing him to swallow hard as he raised his head and stared out the window again. His hand then curled into a fist. ‘Yes...’ he thought, ‘I will give him a chance to prove himself.’ If Keigo did end up hurting you, he would ensure the former hero had wished he had died during the war.

Soft pants filled the air, but neither of you dared to break eye contact. That is until Keigo chuckled, feeling higher than his previous quirk could get him. “Hm?” You raised your eyebrow, wondering for a moment what he was laughing at.

Seconds later, you jolted when he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in a warm hug. You trembled at the unusual contact, and in response, he tightened his arms around you. There was no way he’d let you push him away now.

Your heart was racing, this was all new to you. Yet, it felt welcome, like it was meant to be. You slowly wrapped your fingers around one of his arms, hoping the cool metal touch of your artificial fingers wouldn’t bother him too much.

You sighed in contentment, finding his embrace to be comforting, and leaned closer to rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Eventually, you knew you’d have to leave, that you’d have to return to your family and although Keigo had stated that your father needed you, it was easy to read between the lines.

Your family would be fine without you for the time being, because even if they needed you...there was someone else that you needed more. That was the same man that embraced you now, and the one you had unexpectedly fallen in love with.

#keigo x you #hawks x you #keigo x y/n #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #hawks x male reader #hawks x female reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #faulty writes: keigo takami: 24 #faulty writes: hawks: support specialist: short series: 24

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[ Hello fans and or followers. I present Chapter Four of my Tensei Holidays series. Yes, this was meant to be a holiday post, but couldn’t get it out in time. But regardless, I hope all of you enjoy it! You can find the other chapters by searching this tag on Tumblr or you can find Chapter One by clicking this link. ]

[ Despite your wishes, after dinner Mr. Iida manages to pull you into a conversation regarding the wedding. But you can’t go through with it, and end up running out of the Iida Estate in a panic. After a short conversation with Tenya, you finally have a moment alone with Tensei, but things don’t exactly go as planned. ]

There was a short relief when dinner finally ended, and despite your desire to excuse yourself, Mr. Iida insisted on discussing wedding plans in one of the many tatami rooms the Iida Estate had. You grumbled, curling your hands against your thighs as you sat on the zabuton cushion that was situated in front of the table.

Mr. Iida sat across from you and Tensei was sitting next to you, his wheelchair folded and tucked away in the corner of the room. However, Mr. Iida’s words rang deaf to your ears as your mind became overwhelmed with more questions than answers.

Particularly how you could possibly get a moment alone with Tensei before this situation escalated to the point where neither of you could prevent it. “Y/n?” Tensei asked, but you failed to respond until he nudged you with his elbow or rather the engine attached to his elbow. Regardless, it caught your attention.

“Hm?” You looked at him, eyebrows knitted, and face contorted with curiosity and confusion. “Heh,” he smiled, even though the news his father shared at dinner came as a surprise he was happy. His mother always talked about the two of you being together and he felt so honored that he was going to be your future husband.

He glanced at you, noting that the expression on your face wasn’t what an ideal spouse should look like. Then again, he knew it was a lot to take in at once. He reached over, laying his hand over yours. His sudden touch caused you to jump and snap your head in his direction.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. “I know it’s a lot to take in at once, but what do you think?” Frankly, you had no idea what he was referring to and to make matters worse, you could feel Mr. Iida’s stare burning a hole through you.

Maybe you could just say you thought everything was fine, but you had already lied to Tensei enough. “Uh, I…think…” you tried to reply. “I think that…” you latched onto your lip and stood up frantically. “I…I need some air! Excuse me!” You said, bowing quickly before rushing out the room, leaving Tensei confused, and his father mildly irritated.

As you barreled down the hallway, you surprised Mrs. Iida who was sitting with Tenya in the parlor drinking some after-dinner tea. She gasped when you ran by her and nearly dropped her cup, but Tenya grabbed it before it could spill. You didn’t bother stopping to apologize and continued toward the foyer and out the front door.

Once he had ensured his mother was okay, he informed her he was going to inquire what had caused your rather unusual behavior. The cold chill of the December air was a welcomed consequence as you paced back and forth on the veranda.

Eventually, you needed to go back inside and discuss…what were you even discussing, wedding plans? Well, there wouldn’t be a wedding once you had a word with Tensei. But how would you even explain that you found out that he liked someone because you happened to fish his letter out of your trashcan?

Why would he even throw something like that away in your trashcan? It made little sense, and he could have at least made the effort to rip it up before throwing it away. You sighed in frustration and slammed your hands against the railing of the veranda before leaning over to rub your forehead, a headache was coming on for sure.

You took a deep breath, watching it evaporate before looking up at the sky. It was painted white and with the temperature continuing to drop, you could only assume it would snow. You lowered your head, another sigh passing your lips.

“What am I even doing?” It was a question that normally would remain unanswered, but your head snapped back up when you heard someone say, “That’s a valid inquiry.” You twirled on your feet, and out of instinct presumed a defensive posture.

Tenya stood with his arms crossed and a serious expression enveloped his features, and while he wasn’t nearly as intimidating as his father, a sense of authority still seeped from his person. “Oh...” your shoulders slumped. “Tenya,” you said, now pressing your back against the railing.

“You surprised me,” he didn’t find your words amusing and stepped toward you. “As did your rather unusual behavior when you crossed through the parlor, Mother nearly spilled her hot beverage,” he informed you. “Uh,” you rubbed the side of your neck, “sorry about that I just…” your eyes danced back and forth.

“I just needed some air,” might as well use the same excuse twice. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Is there something troubling you?” he asked, continuing to glance at you suspiciously. “Are you perhaps anxious regarding the wedding?” Before you could stop yourself, another long and dramatic sigh came.

“I…really don’t want to talk about the wedding Tenya,” you sternly said before turning your back to him and looking at the driveway. He knitted his eyebrows and boldly closed the distance between the two of you. Although your back remained facing him, you tensed up knowing he was now towering over you.

“I am afraid I do not understand. Do you not harbor feelings of affection for Tensei?” His words made you tremble and for a moment, your heart fluttered with fear. Did Tenya pick up that you had feelings for Tensei through the years? Maybe you were being more obvious than you thought.

But if that were true, then Tensei must have noticed as well. Then again, while he was intellectual in tactical strategies and heroics, you weren’t sure just how much of that intelligence extended to things such as being able to read a person’s body language and actions.

You latched onto your lip and pinched the bridge of your nose, debating if you should confess that you knew that Tensei had feelings for someone else. But it wouldn’t be right, this was your problem and you needed to be the one to figure out the solution.

Then again, maybe you could try being vague, and give him a little information but not everything. “Why would I when Tensei-” You paused when you heard a creak and looked to see the devil himself rolling past the front door. “Oh, there you are!” He said with a bright and happy grin.

“I was a little worried when you ran off like that,” his glance shifted to Tenya. “I’m glad you caught up to them,” he said, and Tenya nodded. “Their behavior was quite strange, and I sought to inquire why they were acting as such,” he explained, and he was talking as if you weren’t there.

“Yes well…” you stepped in between the brothers. “If you don’t mind Tenya…I’d like to have a word with Tensei about the wedding alone,” you said, glaring at him. While a bit perturbed, he nodded. “Very well, I do hope it’s a…pleasant conversation,” you raised your eyebrow at the way he spoke.

While it was understandable that he didn’t want his brother’s feelings hurt, personal matters were to be settled between the respective parties without third-party assistance. Still, you thought it best to remain quiet and once Tenya had left, you turned to Tensei. Your heart pounding, and your stomach twisting.

Nerves aside, you managed to speak. “I…I can’t go through with it,” Tensei’s eyes widened, and his chest swelled with a painful ache. “W-what do you mean? Of course, you can!” he said, trying to be as positive as he usually was. You curled your hands into fists, shaking your head.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” you hissed in reply. He did that when he asked you to take over as the leader of Team Idaten. You insisted that you couldn’t, that you didn’t know the first thing about running a team. But there was that positive nature of his, lifting you up and encouraging you.

Sure, it worked back then, but it wouldn’t work now. “...I…” you slapped your thighs in frustration and Tensei continued to frown. “I was just trying to-” his words were muffled by your growling. “Trying to what? How can you even accept this?!”

Not only did his parents spring it on both of you by surprise, but he just went along with it as if his feelings for the mysterious other person didn’t matter. He knitted his eyebrows, not entirely understanding your question.

He tilted his head and inched closer to you, the wooden floor squeaking underneath the weight of his wheelchair. “What do you mean?” He asked before chuckling. “What the hell is so funny?!” You demanded, almost hating when he treated serious situations with humor.

He remained quiet and turned his head to look at the white-blanketed sky. He could feel goosebumps forming across his arms because of the chill in the air, but it almost seemed insignificant in comparison to the warmth of his smile.

“My dad asked me about marriage the other day,” you knitted your eyebrows. Wait...Mr. Iida brought up marriage to him? You felt a small tinge of guilt course through your heart. Did that mean his father saw you as worthy marriage material?

You swallowed thickly, waiting for him to continue his story but after a few seconds, decided to urge him on. “And?” You asked. “And…” he paused and rolled closer, taking your hand. “He mentioned you,” your eyes widened, and any words eluded you at the moment.

“I didn’t think that he’d…ask you on my behalf, but you don’t seem that excited,” he noted, the smile fading from his face. You glanced away and pulled your hand from his, taking a step back. “I-I’m not,” you confessed, feeling your heart break all over again.

It was like an enormous weight on your chest, ceasing your ability to breathe and tension to build in the air. Judging by the look on Tensei’s face, his heart had also broken when those words left your lips. But why, he loved someone else, didn’t he?

He shook his head slightly, and you looked away when you saw the faintest bit of tears welling up in the corner of his eyes reflecting the glow from the lanterns that hung along the ceiling of the veranda. “Why?” He asked, his voice slightly cracked, and it only added to the guilt that made your knees ready to buckle.

Your throat tightened, and you tried to fight back your tears. Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you opened your mouth to speak but again your words were lost now. You cleared your throat, and reached inside your blazer, pulling out the folded letter. Tensei looked at it with a furrowed brow.

“What is…that?” He asked, pointing a lazy finger at it before a few stray tears fell down his cheeks. You sighed and opened it before presenting it to him again. He leaned forward, trying to read it in the dim light and his eyes widened when he realized what it was.

“Oh wow, heh…” he nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “I…didn’t know you’d find that,” you narrowed your eyes. “You threw it in the trashcan of my office,” you replied before sniffling and wiping your eyes again.

“Why would I marry you when you have feelings for someone else!?” You exclaimed, stomping your foot against the floor while simultaneously shoving the letter into his face. “Huh?” Before he could say anything, you turned to walk down the ramp and toward the driveway.

“Y/n wait!” he replied, the letter falling from his hand, but you were intent on climbing into your car and going home. That is until you heard a powerful and distinctive roar. Subconsciously you knew what it was but turned around only to see Tensei barreling down the ramp at turbo speed.

His arms stretched out to his sides and the engines that protruded out of his elbows aided in his speed. You always thought Tensei’s propulsion jets were useful and that controlling them required skill. You recalled how he would easily fly into the air, scale buildings, and perform with precise precision when it came to his quirk.

After years of retirement, one would think he’d be rusty, and this was confirmed the moment he smacked into you. A loud cry left your lips at the force of him hitting you, and unlike Tensei, you couldn’t fathom how to react to the sudden moment.

Your hands didn’t make any attempt to grab anything that may have helped cushion your fall, but it was just as well considering his arms wrapped around you. His wheelchair hit the driveway and bounced a few times before scraping across the pavement and finally coming to a stop.

Tensei cushioned your fall to the ground, and the sleeves of his shirt got torn as a result. But that meant very little to him, all he knew at this moment was that the fear of you leaving meant that everything the two of you had created would be gone.

“Ah! Tensei!” you snapped, pushing against his chest. “Are you insane, what kind of stunt was that?! You could have hurt yourself!” you yelled, not caring about the volume of your voice. “Are you looking to get more paralyzed!? Is that what you want?!” you clenched your jaw.

“Sometimes you are just so…” What was even the right word to use? “So irresponsible!” Digging your nails into his chest, you continued to yell. “What is the person you love going to think?!” You ignored the way he knit his eyebrows; he couldn’t play dumb now.

“I can’t marry someone who’s already in love with-” he leaned down, his face inches from yours. Once he saw that he had your attention, his features softened although he was still angry. How could you think that he was in love with someone else when it was clear that you were the only person for him?

He ignored the snowflakes that began to fall from the sky. If he didn’t say this now, then he’d never get another chance. “The only person I’ve ever been in love with is you.” As expected, you froze, processing the information he had just spoken with the information you had assumed to be true.

You shook your head, that couldn’t be. He had to be lying, pulling some kind of prank on you but that stern expression shining in his eyes said otherwise. Not to mention that still burning sense of leadership that surrounded him like a vice and shone like a beacon calling you home.

“I wrote that letter to help Eri, but the person I was talking about was you, Y/n,” he explained with a smile. “We’ve been through everything together. Do you think I could fall in love with anyone else?” He replied, and your eyes widened, yet at the same time, your irises shrunk as if they had just been exposed to a burst of light.

Uncontrollable chuckles escaped while your eyes glistened with a silent reservoir of tears that threatened to spill over. Tensei frowned when he saw this and although most of his body weight was on top of you, he slowly removed his arms from around you and used one arm to support himself.

Then he reached up to cup the side of your face. “Please don’t cry,” he said, “smiles are the only way to express happiness.” His pearly whites shined as the snow continued to gather against the ground around you. Somehow that was the stick that broke the dam and hot tears flooded down your cheeks like a rapid river.

“T-Tensei I…” you sniffled, and the cold air stung your wet cheeks. Words were useless and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him, longing for his warmth. The hand that was cupping your face now lay pressed against the ground beneath you.

Despite the tears that continued to flow, you smiled as you pressed your forehead against his. “I’m so relieved,” you admitted, your voice soft and slightly broken, but you were happy. Yes, you would probably look back and reflect on your assumptions that he was in love with someone else as a moment of…stupidity.

Being honest and direct was always best, which is why a silent agreement lingered in the air when you pulled away. You reached up, tracing the outline of his face with your fingers and a sense of purpose. Your eyes meet his gaze with a mutual understanding, and you lean in.

The world went silent around you, and the heat of your drawing breath danced with Tensei’s creating a space of warmth as your lips met. Like a whirlwind, the kiss started with a calm front before a spark ignited, signaling a shared desire and the lustful caress of tongues.

Like the most succulent mouth-watering candy, his flavor-filled you, driving you to dive further into this moment of passion and love. Finally crossing the threshold of friendship and into a new and exciting territory. The sound of rushed footsteps caused the two of you to part and your desperate pants filled the air.

“What happened here?” Mr. Iida’s voice came, obviously alarmed by why the two of you were on the ground. He also happened to spot Tensei’s wheelchair a few feet away, folded and collapsed. Mrs. Iida laid her hand on her husband’s shoulder and stood beside him.

“We heard a commotion and-” her words halted when she looked at the unusual position Tensei and yourself were in. “Oh my…” She replied, trying to hide her pink-hued cheeks, although you weren’t sure if that was from the cold surroundings or the fact that she was flushing.

Tenya was the last one to speak after properly analyzing the situation. “I see!” he suddenly exclaimed, making you cringe as you waited in anticipation for his answer. “Your unusual behavior was driven by the desire to have a scheduled secluded moment of affection!” he concluded.

“That is rather…interesting,” he commented, ceasing his rapid hand-chopping. You could barely believe what you were hearing, but it was as good of an excuse as any to follow. “However, it seemed to have resulted in a rather inconvenient position. Do you require assistance standing, brother?” You looked at Tensei who laughed in response.

“Guess we did get a little carried away, sorry about that,” he said, and you pondered if any of his family members would notice or ask what happened to the sleeves of his shirt. Luckily, they didn’t or they were polite enough not to ask about it as Tenya assisted Tensei back into his wheelchair with the help of his father.

Without Tensei’s body against yours, the chill of the snowy air hit you like a brick. “Why don’t we go inside and brew some tea for you?” Mrs. Iida suggested when she noticed you trembling. You nodded and allowed her to escort you inside while Tenya followed suit with Tensei.

Once you were sitting in the foyer, Mrs. Iida wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You sighed in contentment as you held a cup of warm matcha tea in your palms. Tensei was sitting next to you, and Mr. Iida was across the table, eager to resume the conversation you were having prior.

It was still overwhelming, but it’s not like the Iida’s were strangers to you. Plus, you were marrying the man you had known for years and who held mutual feelings for you. Although you had no plans to retire from being a Pro Hero nor step down as the leader of the Idaten Agency.

Your promise to Tensei was to only pass on leadership to Tenya when he was good and ready. Until then, you’d keep doing what you were doing. Although Mr. Iida didn’t favor this, he ultimately abided by your wishes, if anything, to prevent the Idaten Agency and the Iida family legacy from dying along with it.

Your stomach was overwhelmed with butterflies by the time everything was discussed, or almost everything. While guests, food, music, and the like were agreed upon. The location and date for the wedding remained up in the air, but that could be addressed later.

A yawn escaped you, and you lazily rubbed your eyes. What a long and emotionally exhausting day it was. “Hm?” Tensei looked at you and laid his hand on your shoulder. “Getting tired?” He asked, and you responded with a nod.

“I guess planning does take a lot out of you,” he chuckled and looked at his father. “I’d like Y/n to stay the night,” while his request was out of his selfish desires, it was also evident that the roads were covered in a blanket of snow and he didn’t want to risk you driving in such dangerous weather, especially at this hour of the night.

Mr. Iida narrowed his eyes; he was strongly against allowing an unmarried couple to sleep under the same roof because of his traditional ways. However, his wife spoke up, “Perhaps you can make an exception for tonight,” she suggested.

“Y/n can sleep in the guest room down the hall from our bedroom,” you raised your eyebrow, finding her words unusual. But more than likely she just wanted to ensure that you wouldn’t try and sneak to Tensei’s room in the middle of the night and vice versa.

Silence fell over the room as Mr. Iida contemplated. “Very well,” he said standing. “We will decide the date and location of the wedding later,” you swallowed hard, once again feeling a burst of butterflies erupt in your stomach. You turned to Tensei, who while surprised as well, shrugged.

“Maybe we could get married on the last day of the year?” he suggested, chuckling. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the uneasiness continuing in your stomach. “Right,” you replied before Mrs. Iida smiled and motioned you to stand up.

“Isn’t this exciting?” She asked, cupping your hands. “Heh,” you offered her a smile and looked at Tensei while his father crossed his arms. “I guess, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He said, and your heart raced in anticipation when he smiled. You nodded. “Goodnight,” you said before Mrs. Iida escorted you out of the room.

“I’m sure we have a spare set of sleeping attire for you,” she said as she turned down a hallway lined with several rooms. Despite knowing the vast majority of the Iida Estate’s layout, you only previously imagined what it would be like to live there.

After the marriage was official, you assumed Tensei’s parents would insist you move in, which would be the proper thing to do. But still, even if that happened you couldn’t imagine yourself getting used to the large amount of space and endless rooms.

“Here we are,” Mrs. Iida announced as she slid open the door to reveal the guest room. The flooring was hidden by tatami mats and a futon laid directly on them. In the center of the room was a chabudai, which sat low and had zabuton cushions surrounding it.

Along the outside of the room was a narrow veranda that overlooked the garden. Overall, the room conveyed a sense of tradition and simplicity. You stepped inside it, looking around before turning back to Mrs. Iida. “It’s lovely, thank you,” she nodded and reached for the door.

“I’ll be back shortly with the sleeping attire,” she informed you before sliding said door closed. You smiled and took a deep breath. To think that by the end of the year, you’d be married. It was a strange feeling, and you pondered how many of the guests you suggested for the wedding would show up.

If anything, your team members would likely drop everything on the day of the wedding to help set it up. Of course, the wedding would also require a lot of last-minute planning. Not that you minded considering you were marrying your best friend. After Mrs. Iida returned with the sleeping wear you nestled yourself in for the night.

Like before, you lay staring at the ceiling with thoughts dancing in your mind, particularly of your Yuuei days. To think you’d go from being such a shy individual to the leader of Team Idaten and the soon-to-be spouse of the greatest hero you have ever known.

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[ Alright, this is a day late from my usual posting schedule. But here it is, the second and final part of this request. I hope you enjoy it. As a friendly reminder, this request features a female reader. ]

[ Continuing to follow your vengeance against Chisaki, you leave Height’s Alliance in the middle of the night. However, unknown to you, Tenya is right on your tail as you make your way to the forest. After a bit of stumble and an argument, he shows you what your future will look like if you continue your plan. Who knew your own quirk would be your downfall? ]

You tried to relieve the tension of your backpack straps digging into your shoulders as you continued down the darkened forest path. In addition, your back was sore from having spent hours hunched over your desk researching Kai Chisaki and his organization, Shie Hassaikai.

Your research efforts paid off because you had a vague idea of his and the organization’s whereabouts. Even if it was wrong, you weren’t planning on returning until you achieved your goal. Be it misguided. Part of you still couldn’t believe you were doing this, but the pain raging inside your heart said otherwise.

It told you to keep going until you died which might be the result of your vengeful pursuit. Regardless of this, you continued walking. The chilly air against your skin caused goosebumps to rise. You tightened your grip around the flashlight you held that shined off the dew-covered leaves resting on the ground.

Although the beam of light could make you become easily detected, it was also easy to disappear with the flick of the switch. The distant cries of animals echoed eerily through the trees, making your stomach churn.

‘Come on, now isn’t the time to give into your fears,’ you tried to convince yourself and took notice of the musky scent of earth with subtle undertones of pine that helped you calm down. A distant hum broke your thoughts and made you pause.

You knit your eyebrows as you continue to listen, trying to identify the noise. It reminded you of a drum...wait no. It wasn’t a drum. More like an engine, several. Your eyes widened and your thumb quickly slid over the flashlight button, casting you into darkness.

You then ran to a nearby tree and crouched behind it, waiting in silence to see what or who was making its way down the path. Was it the teachers? Had they found out you were missing and sought your return at all costs? Well, you couldn’t let that happen.

You’d wait all night if you needed to. However, a heavy scent, like car exhaust began to permeate through the air making your nose wrinkle. You noticed a lack of headlights as you stared down the path, perplexing you. But as the sound grew closer, it was accompanied by loud stomping.

You knit your eyebrows. If it wasn’t a car or any other type of wheeled vehicle and footsteps emitted from it, what was it? There was only one explanation, and honestly, you should have known he would come after you before you could accomplish what you wanted.

You clenched your jaw, damn it. The tree’s rough texture dug into your back, but you refused to move. If you got caught, your plan would be ruined, and you couldn’t let that happen. The wind picked up as Tenya closed in on your location.

Wrapping your arms around your head, you felt your hair dance like wildfire and your clothes flap dramatically. It was like being caught in the eye of a hurricane. As the wind current swirled around you, it caused the trees’ branches to tremble, swirling leaves and sticks everywhere.

A minute later, you slumped against the tree and slowly lowered your arms from your head. You looked around, making sure the forest was still intact, and used the tree for support as you stood. You pressed your opposite hand to your chest, aware of your heart’s erratic beat.

After that traumatic event, it was understandable that your blood pressure might be high. But you shook your head, trying to recollect your thoughts and focus. ‘Right, the mission’ you thought before realizing you had dropped your flashlight.

“What!?” You exclaimed before clamping your hands over your mouth. Once again, Tenya slowed his pace down. His legs trembled and threatened to give out from underneath him even as he leaned over and panted softly. Sweat beads dripped from his forehead, plopping onto the ground below.

Despite the cold air against his skin, he wiped his brow and looked up at the sky. The stars above him twinkled, and he knew some time must have passed while he was searching for you. He also knew he was breaking several curfew rules.

If Mr. Aizawa or any other of the instructors at Yuuei High found out he, Eijirou, and Tsuyu were also missing and wandering out at night they would be severely punished. Still, that was nothing compared to the punishment he would feel in his heart if he failed to find and save you.

“Hm?” He paused when he thought he had heard something and curiously looked back down the path. He narrowed his eyes, carefully listening. You swallowed and looked back and forth, despite only seeing faint tree outlines.

Still, your voice echoed through the darkness, and you wondered if it caught Tenya’s attention. However, now wasn’t the time to think about that. Carefully, you peered from behind the tree, looking down the path in the direction Tenya passed by.

The musky scent of his exhaust pipes still lingered in the air, making your nose wrinkle. It appeared the coast was clear and so you continued down the path but there was something in your way. Maybe a rock or a root. Whatever it was, you tripped and landed on the ground with a loud thud.

The sound carried, and no doubt alerted Tenya, if he wasn’t alerted already. “Damn it!” You hissed. The fact you no longer had your flashlight meant very little to you at this moment. ‘Screw it! I’ll just run back the way I came and go around the forest!’ You thought frantically and stumbled to get back up.

The dirt underneath your feet grips onto your shoes, dragging you down and preventing you from getting proper traction. You only managed to run a short distance before hearing a loud piercing noise, like a gun going off. Panic consumed you, making you slip and fall again.

Dirt and mud clung to your arms and hands, soaking into the fabric of your shirt, and covering you in a palette of brown hues. You clenched your jaw, letting a soft growl admit. “No, no, no!” You shouted, far past the point of caring if anyone or anything heard you.

Your plan could not fall apart now! You reached forward, desperately digging your hand into the soil even as the familiar sound of rapid footsteps and lingering exhaust grew stronger. You grunted when you forced yourself back up, but it was too late.

You hissed in response to another whirlwind that kicked up leaves, twigs, and dirt. All of which clung to your body thanks to the mud. You shielded your eyes, waiting for everything to die down before lowering your arms. There, in front of you, stood Tenya. It was evident that he was exhausted.

His cheeks were reddened, and his hair was a sloppy mess. You noticed the sweat that glistened off his forehead in the faint moonlight and the sound of his shallow breathing. Well, at least he looked like a mess too.

Of course, that wasn’t the important thing here. Rather you had to figure out what you were supposed to do now. It was possible to run, but Tenya would catch you. The idea of fighting him came to mind, but you couldn’t hurt someone you cared about. Were you at an impasse?

You tried to step back, but Tenya’s stern expression and burning red glaze conveyed a clear message, ‘Move and I will not hesitate to detain you.’ So, you remained still, gazing at each other. The tension in the air grew thick as was the lingering silence.

“Mm…” You latched onto your bottom lip which began to quiver. ‘This silence is killing me...’ you thought, shifting on your feet. He was a statue before you, unwilling to move, or crumble. A growl rumbled in your throat again.

“You’re not stopping me!” You shouted, breaking the silence, and ignoring how your voice echoed. However, he remained unphased as if you had never yelled at him in the first place. Instead, he stepped forward. His breathing was more stable now, and he was not in the mood to play games. “I am afraid I must disagree,” he stated.

His voice seething with anger. His hands curled at his sides, and you could hear his knuckles crack. “It is my duty as Class President, and your dearest friend to prevent you from harming others and performing actions that will result in ill consequences,” he stated, making your shoulders slump momentarily.

“Huh? Wait…” Your glance turned down, and the memory of when you bumped into him in the hallway came. ‘Well...I should have seen this coming.’ You cursed yourself for not snatching the notebook away before Tenya could read it.

“The only ill consequences that will occur tonight are if you don’t move out of my way!” You hissed, baring your teeth at him. He maintained a stern expression, however. “Do you not understand that your rebellious actions will have dire consequences for your life!?” He said with a raised voice despite knowing it was rude.

“There is the potential that you will lose your hero student status. I fear to think of what will occur if you were to lose your life at that,” he muttered, his hands trembling. “Don’t lecture me about the consequences!” You growled. It’s not like he understands what it feels like to have the one closest to you die.

Yes, you knew what happened to his brother, but Tensei was still alive! Not buried six feet underground like your father. “I don’t care about the consequences. I’d rather do something than sit back and let Chisaki get away with what he did!” You screamed, tears swelling in your eyes.

Tenya sighed and approached you with open arms, but you pushed him away. He frowned and readjusted his glasses. “I am more than certain that Chisaki and the members that made up the Shie Hassaikai have been properly apprehended,” or so he assumed.

He knew very little apart from what Izuku informed him. “I don’t care!” You hissed, your body trembling from the anger and sadness that swelled in your chest, aching for a way out. You clenched your jaw, and stiffened your body, to stop the trembling.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your teeth together until they hurt. Tenya again stepped forward and decided that being slightly more forceful this time would be beneficial. “Y/n!” He shouted, desperately grasping your shoulders.

However, his twisted expression faded when you opened your eyes. They were now pitch-black, except for your pupils, which were now a fluorescent purple and had abnormal rings sparkling in them, almost like camera lenses. He paused, stunned that you had activated your quirk.

Unlike your father’s that allowed him to see another person’s future and required 24 hours to recharge, yours worked on manifestation and you could use it up to three times a day. It was almost funny to think that your father used to believe his visions were as accurate as could be.

However, this was disproven shortly after he faced Chisaki to rescue Eri. He then hypothesized that quirks could affect the accuracy of his quirk, meaning that his visions were, in fact, not 100% accurate. Likewise, yours weren’t either.

But if someone hoped, prayed, or was determined that a certain outcome would happen, you could see their potential future if they chose to take the path they wanted. It would be helpful if you could use your quirk on yourself, but the only way that was possible is if you were in someone else’s manifestation.

Even so, you were happy to help others see the multiple life roads that lie before them. “He took everything from me!” You snapped, foaming at the mouth as you glared at Tenya. His throat tightened, and the tension in the air skyrocketed.

This was a very delicate situation, and he contemplated how to respond. He needed to be precise with his words. He needed to ensure they were firm but didn’t add fuel to the fire. But how could that be possible? What could he say to ease your anger? Should he be understanding?

Should he convince you that your hero’s heart would not allow you to do what you desired? He took a deep breath. “I understand your desire for retribution,” he said, his voice holding a firm tone to it. He watched your expression soften, even though there was still anger in it. In addition, your eyes continued to glow black and purple.

“Furthermore, I understand your grief,” he added, hoping that drawing on his compassionate nature would somehow convince you to cease and desist. “I once made the mistake of allowing hatred to cloud my judgment, to overtake my hero’s heart for a brief moment,” he said, keeping his hands on your shoulders.

“I only realized how foolish my actions to apprehend Stain was when it resulted in my friend’s receiving injuries,” he said, glancing down. “I caused innocent blood to be spilled, and I regret it,” he sighed and looked up. The stars continued to sparkle as if they were listening to the conversation.

“Even now, I do not believe I will measure up to what it means to be a true hero. Yet, Midoriya, in particular, continues to attempt to convince me otherwise,” he admitted, “he is a worthy rival and friend.” He focused his attention back on you.

“To surpass him with everything I have is my goal, and I am most certain that he would take whatever precautionary measures possible to prevent the one he cares about from falling down a grave path,” he explained, looking you in the eye.

Once again you tried pushing him away, but unlike before, he didn’t budge. He buckled his knees, digging his feet into the ground. Yes, he would not let you push him away. “I don’t care! Don’t you see that!? Let me go!” You demanded, wiggling like mad to get his hands off your shoulders.

Tenya grimaced and before you could register what had happened, the world around you spun, and you felt the painful impact of a tree against your back. Tenya glared at you, purposely pressing his body against yours to keep you pinned to said tree.

“Forgive me,” he said, “but I believe the proper way to respond to your behavior was to temporarily disable your efforts to escape,” he stated, making you growl again. “I need to avenge my father! He died in vain!” You hissed and resumed wiggling like an injured animal.

“And do you believe that by engaging in vengeance you are properly preserving your father’s legacy!?” He snapped and watched as your eyes returned to normal. “What?” You asked flatly. “My father was a great man an-” Tenya lowered his face to yours and you looked at him bewildered, not used to someone being so close to you.

“The importance of preserving your father’s legacy is surely worth more than succumbing to hatred to achieve it. Do you not realize what will happen if-” he sighed, his stomach twisting. He detested repeating himself and instead, tried to employ another tactic.

“If you were to go through with your vengeance, what do you believe the results of such actions will bring?” He asked and ignored your eyes rolling. “Perhaps a demonstration is in order,” he stated, stepping back. You held your breath, and a dull ache coursed through your back, but you were otherwise alright.

He held his hand out to you. “Hm?” You looked at it, raising your eyebrow. “I believe I can provide you with the proper manifestation if you were to allow yourself to go down this path,” he stated. Was he suggesting you use your quirk on him? How could he possibly show what your future looked like?

You frowned, your gaze lingering on his hand. Then again, it was possible that because he went through something similar, he could easily shift reality in a sense. This could allow you to see a vision of the future he believed would happen if you continued down this path.

“Mm…” you hesitantly reached out, partly surprised he was allowing you to touch him despite the dirt that covered your person. Your stare lingered on him for a moment before slowly laying your hand in his and you activated your quirk.

Like a movie cinema, you could see a scene unfolding before you. Everything was white, and a soft ringing echoed before color filled the image. You knit your eyebrows, uncertain of what you were seeing. A moment passed before you realized it was a jail cell.

The walls were painted a dull gray, with a few black streaks across them that resembled claw marks. As if the person inside or someone who was there previously had tried to claw their way out. The flooring looked rough and had an odd texture as if it was made of rocks.

Next, in the center of the room, was a chair. An individual occupied it, their arms bound behind their back with metal chains and handcuffs encircling their wrists. You narrowed your eyes, trying to make sense of what or who you were seeing.

You noticed that they also wore a metal clasp over their mouth, preventing them from speaking and that they were dark and full of hatred. But their gaze was focused forward. ‘Is that supposed to be me?’ You thought. Apparently, in Tenya’s future manifest, you ended up in prison.

The hatred you felt toward Chisaki and Shie Hassaikai had grown worse, taking over your mind and heart. A large glass window was in front of you, and a man stood on the other side. He looked very tall and muscular. But there was a certain gentleness about him.

He was dressed in a white futuristic space suit. It clung tightly to his chest and showed off every curve of his muscles apart from the bulky pieces that covered his forearms and shoulders. His gaze was intense yet held a sense of sadness and regret as he looked at you with his hand clasped over his jaw.

Glasses were absent from his face, and his bangs gently brushed against his nose bridge. You noticed he had specialized boots with six pieces that jutted out from the back of each one. ‘Tenya?’ You thought, wanting to reach out and touch him, but of course, since it was a vision you could only watch the events unfold.

He lowered his hand, and a sigh escaped him. “Perhaps it’s more beneficial for you to remain here,” he stated, and your heart sank. Was he saying he was giving up on you? Wait…that’s not the Tenya you know! You wanted to shout at him when he turned and walked away, but your voice was useless.

Your heart raced the further he walked away, and the vision faded. Your breath hitched, and you stumbled back, feeling the ground underneath you give in. You cried out, expecting to feel the harsh impact of the ground again.

Instead, a strong hand pulled you forward, and a grunt came when you collided with Tenya’s chest. His arm wrapped around your waist, preventing you from moving. “Y/n,” he said, trying to get you to look at him. However, it appeared you were still in shock at what had just happened or rather what you had just seen.

You felt your stomach twist. The anger that was previously directed at Chisaki and his organization was now directed at Tenya. Your hands curled into his shirt. “Y-you left me!” You screamed, your eyes watering over with hot tears as he looked at you bewildered.

“P-pardon?” He replied, gently guiding you and himself to the ground. You pounded your fist against his chest. “Y-you left me!” you choked out, struggling to catch your breath between soft hiccups. “J-just like hi…him!” You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth together as you leaned forward, letting your tears soak into his shirt.

He stiffened in response, wondering where this reaction came from. He did not know the extent of your quirk per se, and he could not see what you saw. But if he was the cause of this reaction, he pondered how dark the manifestation he had created was for you.

Did he leave you in the future you saw? His arm tightened around your waist while you continued to cry. No, he would never do that. Never. “I…apologize,” he said, although apologies meant very little now. He was aware not to make any subtle movements as he placed his free hand on your head, gently stroking your hair.

The sound of your crying made his heart sink. Even in the bitter chill of the night, he sought to provide you with warmth and reassurance. He pressed his head against yours and took a deep breath. “I would never leave you,” he assured, tightening his fingers in your hair.

He noticed the way you were trembling, and he understood that the loss of your father may have adversely affected you in more ways than one. Perhaps you now had the fear that everyone you cared for would leave you, but he would ensure to put such fears to rest.

“I give you my word as a hero and your dearest friend,” he said, pulling back to look at you. Your eyes were reddened, and the moonlight reflected off the moist surface of them. “Pardon,” he said, gently cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears. He noted that your face felt cold.

While it was a priority to get you back to the student housing, he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t attempt something foolish like this again. Furthermore, he wished to comfort you and cease your tears. “Perhaps we can craft a plan together?” he suggested.

“One that ensures your father’s vision and ideals continue to be upheld and that darkness shall never consume them,” you sniffled. “H-how?” You asked, having expected Tenya to give you a reasonable response. Instead, he remained silent.

“I believe that is something we can contemplate together,” he insisted after a long moment of thought. “However, we have accomplished the first step, for I could never allow you to succumb to such darkness,” he boldly said.

“And I insist that you allow me to escort you back to the Height’s Alliance.” Swallowing thickly, you felt embarrassment wash over you. It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t want to go back. If everyone knew you were missing, the chances were that your teachers did as well.

Jeez, you could only imagine what they had to say to you. Would they judge you for what you attempted to do? Then again, when Tenya attempted to get his vengeance on Stain, your classmates and the teachers welcomed him back with open arms. Would they do the same for you?

You sniffled, staring blankly at Tenya’s chest as a few stray tears slid down your cheeks. “I assure you that our friends are waiting and searching for you,” he said. “L-looking for me?” you replied, looking at him with disbelief. He nodded.

“We…were concerned and had taken measures to ensure that you wouldn’t do anything foolish,” he said. He knew he may sound harsh, but that was the reality of the situation. “Eijirou and Tsuyu are currently searching for you. Midoriya is also aware you were missing,” he explained.

You narrowed your eyes, allowing silence to fill the space between you. So, he had found out about your plan, and your friends had taken precautions to ensure you couldn’t go through with it. Your throat tightened, and you sniffled.

Maybe it was true, your father wouldn’t approve of your actions, especially after what happened between him and All Might. You wanted to keep his legacy alive, and positively. Yes, maybe it would be difficult at first, but with the help of Tenya and the rest of your friends, you could do it.

You wiped your eyes, hissing at the icy bite left behind. You took a deep breath. “O-okay,” you said, leaning away to look him in the eye. “I think…maybe I can go back,” you said. Your voice was weak. Tenya stiffened as you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed yourself up.

Although your legs were shaking, and without much thought, Tenya stood. “Pardon,” he said before placing his hands on your hips, caring less that he too, was now covered in dirt and mud. “Do you require assistance with walking?” Or perhaps he could carry you, but that was a last drastic measure.

You took a moment and straightened your legs. “No, I…” Honestly, you weren’t sure, but Tenya picked up on your uncertainty and kept an arm wrapped around your waist while taking your free hand in his. “Pardon, but perhaps this is the safest way to escort you back to the dormitory,” he stated.

While you weren’t exactly comfortable, it seemed like he didn’t trust you to not run away. Regardless, you remained quiet as the two of you walked back down the path you had come from. The sound of leaves crunching underneath your feet sounded and you glanced at Tenya whose gaze was turned forward.

On occasion, he would glance at his hand which continued to hold yours firmly. You could only imagine how tired he was, pushing himself to his limits trying to find you. His face was still covered in sweat and the dirt you unintentionally smeared on him. “Mm,” you feel guilty.

However, he remained with a determined and stern expression, and you noticed his steps grew faster the nearer the two of you got to the end of the path. You knew from experience that when Tenya was focused on something, he tended to block out his surroundings.

“Hm,” this gave you the perfect opportunity to use your quirk. Taking a breath, you closed your eyes. Every time you activated it, you needed to wait an additional minute. Regardless, when you opened your eyes again, they were black and purple, and the cinema film rolled.

Unlike before, there was no dull and damp jail cell. Rather you appeared to be standing among your friends. Izuku, Tsuyu, Shoto, Uraraka, and Tenya. It looked like all of you were in some kind of agency. The walls were pure white, and everything looked polished and organized.

For a moment, you thought this was Tenya’s agency but soon realized it was your father’s. Centipeder, at some point in this future, must have handed the agency off to you. Your heart fluttered at the thought. Keeping your father’s legacy alive starts with caring for the agency he built.

Your friends were talking about something, perhaps a mission or lunch plans, but you weren’t sure. There was no sense of distress about whatever they were discussing, and the conversation went on for a few minutes with all of you smiling and laughing.

Then you watched all of them, except Tenya, bid you goodbye before leaving. You grinned and turned to him, noticing he smiled as he extended his hand. “Shall we depart as well?” He asked, and you drew your breath.

So, he was truthful when he said he’d never leave you, at least when you chose to keep your father’s legacy alive instead of acting on vengefulness. You watched yourself take his hand, and as he guided you out the door you noticed something else.

On the left side wall was a framed calligraphy with the words, ‘His legacy lives on through you’ accompanied by a portrait of your father. Even knowing why, you had that created, a feeling of joy erupted in your heart.

As cheesy as it may sound, living well might be the best revenge. At least in your case. Even if vengeance somehow grasped your heart again, it would not stay for long because you were Sir Nighteye’s daughter, and that’s all you ever needed to know.

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