#faulty writes: tensei iida: 24

[faulty-writes]

[ 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.

[faulty-writes]

[ 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.”