Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

5 Times Iida Thinks You’re a Boy and 1 Time He Finally Realizes

Oblivious!Iida x Fem!Androgynous!Reader

Part 4: Date

Part 3

Word Count: 800+

Content & Warnings: rejection, slight angst (there’ll be a happy ending but not in this chapter), Iida and reader both make presumptions about each other

Summary: You’re at the library with Mina, and she convinces you to do something

“I’m telling you, that’s what he said!” Mina squealed, jumping up and down behind you with her hands on your shoulders. Sighing for more than one reason, you shushed her to keep her voice down as you continued to browse the library shelf.

“That doesn’t mean he’d want to go on a date with me.” You said, a little disgruntled. With Mina as your best friend, peace and quiet was a luxury you couldn’t afford. You wouldn’t have it any other way though, of course.

“Yeah but he said he likes intelligent girls who hold respect for rules and authority. That’s basically you in a nutshell!”

Hissing out another “shh!” Before the librarian could chase you down, you randomly pulled a book out and went to a nearby table. Sitting down, you opened the novel right up against your nose and did your best to ignore her. In truth, the words sparked a bit of hope within your chest, but the fear of it all crashing down scared you more than anything else.

“Come on.” She whispered to your left, sticking her nose between the edge of your book and your face. “There’s a good chance he might say ‘yes’.”

You slammed the book closed. Mina jumped back to avoid her face getting clipped. “Or he might say ‘no’.” You divulged to her your fear. It slipped through the syllables and conveyed exactly what you didn’t want to risk happening.

Placing a friendly hand down on your arm, she smiled warmly at you. Like always, she emitted guidance and trust. “And would that really be so bad?” She asked you in a heartfelt manner. It made you think.

Dipping your head, you let out a weak “no”.

“Great.” Her voice sounded solid. “Because now’s your chance.”

“What?” You shot your head back up, but it was too late. Mina had already zoomed out of her seat and away from your sight. Immediately, you understood what she meant. To your right, where you had just been before, browsing the same shelf on the same row, was Iida.

Sweat dotted your brow, and before you knew it, you stood up to make your way over to him.

“Oh, hey Iida.” You greeted, moving to slot your book back into its spot (which just so happened to conveniently be a foot away from him).

“Good afternoon.” He responded, smiling upon seeing you. The brief nervousness you had felt a moment ago seeped out of your body. Mina’s words coursed through you. She was right.

You could do this.

“Are you looking for something to read in your spare time?” You asked coolly. It would be easier to build up to talking with him about a shared interest. You liked books, he liked books, what’s not to like?

You, apparently. Or at least, that’s what you feared.

“Yes.” He confirmed. “I’m trying to find a piece of classic literature, but the author’s name appears to be evading me on this shelf.”

Following along with his finger as it reached where you were standing, you took a step back and pulled out the book you had just put back in. “It wouldn’t happen to be this one would it?”

His face lit up. “Marvelous!” He exclaimed. “I had no idea you were also into classic novels of this manner.”

You sheepishly rubbed the back of your head. Yes, you had randomly taken it out of the shelf, however, you had already read that book before. Multiple times, in fact.

“Yeah,” you told him. “It’s among my favorites.”

Iida leaned farther into your space. “If you like this one, perhaps you’ll enjoy some similar classic literature I have in my own personal collection of books.”

“I’d love that.” You gushed, then, saw the conversational opportunity and took it. “I would also love it,” you tried not to hesitate and just get the words out. “If we could go out on a date.”

You held your breath.

Iida’s mouth stayed partially open for several seconds. Then, he cleared his throat and straightened his posture. His eyes evaded yours and his cheeks turned pink. Despite his best effort to be vocally clear, he stuttered out his response. “I- I don’t-“ he vaguely gestured to all of you. “I’m not really into…”

Your eyes widened, quickly catching onto what he was saying. “Oh, I’m sorry for assuming. My bad.”

“No no,” he shook his head, still not looking at you. “It’s okay.”

“It’s alright.” You reiterated.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Now you were both standing there awkwardly. Another beat passed.

“Well.” You clicked your tongue. “I gotta go…”

“Right!” He said, arms stiff at his sides. “I shall see you in class.”

You did your best not to look at him forlornly as you quickly passed by. While attempting to exit the library, Mina intercepted you.

“What happened?” She asked gently, noticing the way you looked upset.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You said in hushed tones. She let you slip by her and through the door. You wanted to tell her the truth, but you couldn’t do that to Iida. If she asked again, you would just say that he rejected you. And that was true, right? Regardless of the reason.

He had rejected you.

Tagist: Tenya Iida

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Boyfriend!ProHero!Tenya Iida, who never imagined his life would turn out this eventful.

Not talking about hero work—he expected that.

What he didn’t expect was you.

You, with your sharp mind—not just in the bookish sense, but in that chaotic, unpredictable way that keeps him constantly on his toes. You, who do things that completely boggle his structured, logical mind.

And to think it all started with a 'distress call.'

Denki had been the one to introduce you. Well, technically it was a group of elderly citizens reporting that a naked young woman was trapped on her roof in the blistering 114-degree summer heat.

With most of Japan’s female pro heroes busy responding to similar heat-related emergencies, their finest gentlemen were next in line. So, naturally, Iida rolled up with Kirishima, Izuku, Shoto, Sero, and Denki, prepared for a daring rescue—what he wasn’t prepared for was recognizing you.

His face lit up before his mind could catch up, and as the others prepared for the operation, he called out, “Lemme handle this.”

Instead of immediately rushing to action, he pulled out his phone. A few rings later, you answered, cheerful as ever.

Turns out… you were just sunning.

Denki, ever the menace, waved up at you like this was completely normal, while Iida—who prided himself on discipline and control—couldn’t help but let his gaze linger a second too long on the way your curves fit in that space cow bikini. (It was science, he would later tell himself, an observational slip.)

That 'scientific curiosity' quickly turned to panic when you stood up, scaring the absolute hell out of the guys—then immediately slipped on your own baby oil and came plummeting down.

For once in his life, Iida’s body moved faster than his mind.

He caught you without thinking, the impact sending oil splattering all over his uniform, dirt and debris from your front yard, and a lot of staring.

Now, sweating bullets, and with you nestled in his arms like some absolute vision of chaos incarnate, he was too stunned to do anything as you cheerfully invited them all inside for popsicles, Hello Kitty band-aids, and a fresh set of clothes for him.

Denki was the first to notice—the way Iida’s eyes kept drifting to you, the way his fingers flexed slightly against the borrowed fabric of his 'Save the Rainforrest!' tshirt when you smiled. Ever the instigator, Kaminari had simply nudged him and said,

“Dude, just tell her you dig her!”

And Iida was going to—until he slipped on an certain oily little footprint and crashed directly into you again.

He wanted to die on the spot, but the guys assured him it wasn’t that bad—well, except for Shoto, who simply tilted his head and offered,

“You should still pursue her, despite your previous failure.”

One blind date later, and now here he was—sitting on your couch in a deep navy button-up and grayish khakis, his arm securely wrapped around your waist like a true gentleman, as you nibbled away at another wineglass of spaghetti and dinosaur nuggets.

(Girl dinner, you called it. A fine dining experience, he had decided.)

Everything was unconventional—the wine glasses filled with red dye fruit punch, the dessert of warm apple pie with melted ice cream, the way your bare legs were thrown over his lap with no regard for proper etiquette. But if he wanted conventional, he would’ve married someone his parents picked out for him.

Instead, he wanted this.

You.

And oh, how he loves all the unconventional things about you.

🩷How you’re brilliant in the way a lightning storm is—sudden, beautiful, erratic. You know the most random things, from obscure animal facts to ancient trivia, and he never knows what you’ll do or say next.

🩷How you collect the weirdest things—stray screws you find on the street ("These fell from something, Tenya. I can't just leave them!"), scented erasers shaped like tiny foods, and precisely one rock from every place you've traveled to, even if it's just the local grocery store.

🩷How you have a perfectly functional car but refuse to use it unless absolutely necessary to "save the planet." So now, Tenya owns a bicycle too, because if you're going to be stubborn about it, he's going to make sure you're safe when you're riding around town.

At first, it was a frustrating adjustment, but now?

Now, it's a relief—a break from hero work, a workout that doesn't feel like training, just him and you, side by side in the fresh air. And the best part?

The way you always glance back at him with that soft, secret little smile, the one that makes his heart stumble, that blurs the edges of his vision until you, are his entire world.

🩷How you keep the ugliest little frog statue by your porch stairs because you insist it has some kind of protective energy (he’s skeptical, but he respects it).

🩷How you get so distracted mid-sentence, trailing off to admire a cloud, or a flower, or the way the streetlights hit a puddle just right. He used to think it was scatterbrained. Now he understands—it’s just you seeing beauty where others don’t bother to look.

And then there are the conventional things he loves about you too.

🩷The way you hold your cup with both hands in the morning, cradling the warmth like a precious treasure.

🩷The way you smooth down the front of his dress shirts when he wears them, like it’s some unconscious habit, some quiet affection.

🩷The way you tuck yourself into his side when you’re tired, sighing like he’s the softest place in the world to land. (He would know by now.)

🩷The way you tell him you love him—not just in words, but in the way you see him. Not just as the boyfriend or the hero,

But as Tenya.

He smiles without thinking as you turn to him, and when he catches himself, he doesn’t want to stop.

Because he loves you. Loves everything about you.

And as his hand briefly leaves your thighs to press against the small box in his pocket,

Tenya just hopes you feel the same way, too.

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He calls you at night sometimes. It's always 3 in the morning, sleep still stuck in his throat.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You mumble into your pillow. The new meds they have you on make drowsiness feel like a weight and you can feel it pulling you back under.

"Had a dream that you weren't."

Your lips twitch. Neither up nor down, just a reaction. "You shouldn't dream about me."

"I try not to." He turns over and you can hear him adjust the blankets. "Can't help it, I guess."

"At least-" you yawn. "Try to make them wet dreams or something."

Bakugo barks out a laugh. You can almost picture him, flat on his back, canine caught over his bottom lip.

"Fuck, yeah, I wish," he says, incredibly soft. He's always like this at night: somber, sweet. even as you tease each other. "I miss having sex."

"Mm, me too." Your eyes are drifting closed. "You're phenomenal at it."

"Mm, yeah. Stroke my ego."

"You just wanna stroke something else."

He laughs again and you actually smile this time. Sleep is catching you, drifting you away slowly... slowly...

"Goodnight, baby." Bakugo's voice catches you at the precipice.

You're gone before you can respond.