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“Thanks, I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Words spoken quietly, as to not wake the other students on the floor, should they be sleeping at a reasonable hour. Honest enough a statement, considering that Izuku really, truly, does not want to put his friend out.

But dishonest in another sense, because he doesn’t plan on letting himself be turned away.

Iida seems to sense that–or maybe he’s just that willing to talk; even at this point during the night–allowing the other student entry without much protest. Izuku crosses the threshold and closes the door softly behind him.

Despite the invitation he stays standing for now. Something about this conversation feels that it should be done on equal ground. Or, well, as equally as they could get; considering the other student was several inches taller as it was.

“I was thinking about our training, with class B.” Might as well get straight to the point. Fidgeting slightly, always the slightest bit nervous; even around the people he trusts the most. Or, he supposes, a more accurate assessment would be that he was confronting one of the people he trusts the most. So perhaps nerves weren’t so unwarranted, after all.

“About your match, in particular,” he glances up, makes eye contact briefly. Plays with the hem of his cotton sleep shirt before continuing. “It seemed you were a lot faster, this time around. And your Recipro now has an extended time limit as well.”

Words that could be taken for praise carry a tone of concern, worry. Izuku has no notebook with him. He’s not here to ask questions for the sake of learning more about Iida’s quirk.

“Your engine, too. It was hard to tell with your hero costume but…the shape has changed, hasn’t it?” longer and more angular. As if built to withstand the better output. But as far as Izuku is aware, those exhaust pipes were part of his body. Something that couldn’t be changed, theoretically, but had. It had some pretty disturbing implications.

“So I…” He breathes out a sigh, hesitating to continue. According to Iida his brother was doing better. But what had happened to him…Izuku didn’t want to remind him of it. “I looked into it. Ingenium is a popular hero, there’s a lot of photos of him. Even from early in his career. And his exhausts changed, too, at some point.”

“What I’m saying…what I’m asking is, did you…do something to your legs Iida?”

“I just got off the phone, so no worries,” Tenya replies easily enough, though he can’t ignore the odd tension hanging in the air now that he’s become aware of it. It wasn’t like Izuku to be this shy around him, such behavior was more understandable back when they had just started interacting as friends. Naturally, he wanted to put the other boy more at ease, but his gut feeling began to make his body language a bit cagey. Still- There was no reason to quite so defensive in response to a simple question... for now, anyway.

“Ahh- That... Did you have some pointers?” he asks, trying to steer the conversation in a direction a little more concrete and in an area of Midoriya’s interest and insight. The smile of his face slowly fades to an expression of neutrality, listening to the words being spoken so carefully, yet not reacting to them immediately.

He should have known that Izuku of all people would notice it, as much as he’d hoped that wouldn’t be the case. This was supposed to be a family secret, something well guarded, but it didn’t feel right to lie to someone he cared about... Still, maybe he could at least detract from the severity of Midoriya’s reaction. They were still best friends and Tenya would hate to go and ruin that by being dishonest now.

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this a secret from you... As expected of someone as sharp and detail-oriented as you, Izuku,” he sighs, lowering his gaze a bit out of shame. “It’s something that Tensei told me about. It’s not even something that his closest sidekicks know, either- So, all I can ask is that you won’t tell others about this.”

Kneeling down, Iida ran a hand along the new mufflers protruding from his calves. Even now he could vividly remember just how excruciating the process had been, how he’d agonized over the choice for weeks. If he wanted to stay on the same level as his peers, it was a necessary step, even if the act had certain... implications.

“It’s a technique that our grandfather discovered and normalized. Bones will grow back stronger after they’re broken... Right? Same principle applies.”

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[[ Okay so……. I was watching this and I couldn’t help but imagine them doing the challenge (with a bit of persuasion from Ochako) because everyone needs a little laugh sometimes haha ]]

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Despite the increased safety measures taken to ensure no further harm would befall U.A.’s students, certain allowances were still in effect for potential applicants from middle schools across Japan. The Heroes Course track was arguably the most popular out of the three, so Tenya anticipated that there would be a lot of foot traffic in and out of 1-A’s homeroom especially.

As class representative, he felt compelled to remind his peers that it was not only an opportunity for them to showcase their strength and unity together, but to also advise the upcoming generation of would-be heroes. Fostering a bond with one’s underclassmen would make their last two years all the more enjoyable, like leaving a bit of their own legacy behind.

Some of his fellow students seemed excited by the prospect, while others... not so much. He still felt motivated to keep morale up, so he’d just have dial it up and few notches to make up for the less enthused participants.

It was time for lunch and Iida would normally share a table with Todoroki, Uraraka, and Midoriya, but the green-haired boy was nowhere to be found. While unusual, he also didn’t really worry- He was certain he’d eventually resurface.

A sharp bump against his hip made him take a step back in surprise, a young boy in a black middle school uniform glancing up at him briefly before taking off down the hallway without even so much as a ‘sorry’ in parting. Strange that he was separated from the rest of his class, but more importantly-

“It’s dangerous to run in the halls!” he called after the boy, sounding rather miffed about the whole thing. Well, technically speaking, if he were to get injured on school property then U.A. would be liable.

Hearing Izuku’s voice not far behind, he turned in place to greet his friend... Or at least, that’s what he thought he was doing. Within two long strides, he’d bridged the gap between them, but rather than raising his arm the way he usually did, his fingers roughly seized the collar of Midoriya’s uniform and clenched down into a fist.

What am I doing? Why can’t I control my body?!

Without warning, he jerked Izuku around and slammed him back against the adjacent wall, a menacing grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“And what’s your excuse, Midoriya-kun,” he asked mockingly, the sheer amount of cruelty twisting the tone of his voice nothing short of stomach-churning. “There you go acting up and causing trouble for the rest of us. Just how are you going to make up for that, huh?”

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Endless List of My Hero Academia Ships: ↪ Izuku Midoriya x Tenya Iida (OTP)

“Until I succeed in becoming a true hero… my left hand will serve as a reminder.” “Iida. I… feel the same way. Let’s… get stronger. Together.”

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He’s got a point, to be honest.

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Iida: I hope you’re not going to do something stupid. 

Izuku: I hope you’re not hoping too hard.

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so y’all knw I love…. good ol’ villain tenya with a passion…. but did y’all know i got two versions i love dearly…. 

Version A Villain!Tenya

Influenced by Villain!Deku

Leaves U.A during his third year 

Stain gives Tenya the eye scar 

Takes on a vigilante role to kill villains but ultimately adopts Stain’s ideology and becomes the new Stain claiming he’s “doing it for Tensei and everyone who was wronged the same way he was” 

Toga takes a liking to him because he’s… the new Stain

Becomes Deku’s bodyguard and right-hand man in The League

Version B Villain!Tenya

Tensei dies, Tenya’s rage against Stain is heightened

First time confronting Stain in Hosu he loses his left arm but is still saved by Deku and Todoroki 

Pulled out of U.A for recovery but wasn’t able to adjust to his off balance, isolating himself and growing more and more delousional

Feels the guilt of his family and runs away and becomes a vigilante-to-villain, learning to adapt with his loss arm and uses rope to pivot and capture villains during crisis 

Has so much bottled up love and sadness yet self-loathing, his friends are looking for him 

Wants to stop his friends from becoming heroes and suffering the same fate as his brother 

Talk to me… about villain tenya … . .i can go OFF 

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It’s a little over half past midnight and rapidly approaching one in the morning. Not terribly late, but later than someone who has classes starting at eight should be awake; and yet there Ochako was. 

Sitting on the couch with her knees to her chest and bare feet against the cushion in front of her. Cradling a mug of hot cocoa between her palms and watching the snow float gently outside the large lounge room window.

It was almost hypnotic, not quite enough to lull her back into sleep as she had hoped, but enough that she doesn’t notice the approach of her classmate and friend until he’s within her range of sight.

“Iida-kun!” Ochako greets with equal parts cheeriness and sleepiness, having to pause to yawn shortly after.

“You’re up late,”

For some strange reason, Tenya found himself unable to seep for more than two hours at a time. The culprit could be a number of things: the high standard of academic excellence he needed to meet, the hard work and effort he put into training (as well as the stress that came with it), plenty of negative ‘what if’s and ‘could have been’s filling up the back of his thoughts. And then there was always the elephant in the room, back home.

Tensei’s struggle with physical rehabilitation was hard enough without their parents treating him as though he were made of glass- He knew, all too well, that his elder brother was more than likely calling himself ‘useless’ and ‘a failure’, even if he hid his pain behind forced smiles and cheerful banter that took away attention from him.

In a bit of a mental fog, he almost didn’t notice the brunette’s greeting when he’d walked into the common room. A warm smile overtook the slight widening of his eyes from being brought back to the present, crooking his arm almost immediately to give a brief wave.

“I could say the same about you, Uraraka,” he chuckled, witnessing his classmate yawning giving rise to a drawn out one of his own. He still didn’t know why that always seemed to happen in a chain reaction of behavior, as amusing as it was.

Leaning both of his arms against the back of the couch frame, Iida drummed his fingers almost anxiously. He’d already worried Midoriya, what with the whole... quirk enhancement process he’d done to himself. The last thing he wanted to to burden another close friend with his troubles. Besides, it looked as though maybe Ochako needed to vent out some thoughts or feelings of her own.

“Are you having trouble sleeping?”

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Happy Valentine's Day! Iida gets a chocolate orange and a (sappy) note that reads "to the one who is always there for everyone else, there is someone who is there for you"

Iida’s trying not to smile so much at the colorful box sitting in the middle of his desk, but it’s the note that really is the final nail in the coffin.

Flushing profusely as he tucks the gifts away in his bag for safekeeping, he makes a mental note to find something really special for the upcoming White Day.

Not that he hadn’t already been planning on just that, but now it was doubly crucial.

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when you’re so proud of your boyfriend. .. . i just wanted to draw some iideku 

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Me, thinking about this week’s episode

Bonus:

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steven universe lyric starters

it’s over isn’t it “ i was fine ” “ after all those years - i never thought i’d lose ” “ it’s over… isn’t it ” “ why can’t i move on? ” “ what does it matter? it’s already done. ” “ you won. ” stronger than you “ i’m never going down to the likes of you “ “ let’s go - just me and you ” “ i think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single “ “ ‘cause i’m stronger than you. “ “ this is who i am “ “ i won’t let you hurt my friends “ do it for her “ you do it for him/her “ “ balance is the key “ “ keep your eyes on me “ “ concentrate! “ “ everything you have - everything you are - you’ve got to give “  “ that’s how you know you can win “ “ deep down, you know “ “ i can make a difference “ “ i can be his/her knight “ here come’s a thought “ take a moment “ “ here comes a thought that might alarm you “ “ you’re/i’m losing sight “ “ you’re/i’m losing touch “ “ i might lose you “ “ is this how we fall apart? “ “ but it’s not “ “ it’s okay “ “ i’m here “ “ they confuse me “ “ you’ve/i’ve got nothing to fear “ “ it was just a thought “ haven’t you noticed (i’m a star) “ i can’t help it if i make a scene “ “ everybody needs a friend “ “ i’m too famous “ “ haven’t you noticed i’ve made it this far? “ something entirely new “ i think we made something entirely new “ “ where did we go “ “ oh - um - well i just can’t stop thinking - “ “ so - um - did you say i was different?” “ when would i have ever? “ “ now you’re here forever “ “ we’re here together “ “ what about you “ still not giving up “ hey there have you heard? “ “ i sure have made my fair share of mistakes “ “ i feel like i messed up “ “ we’ve had some good times “ “ i’m/we’re still not giving up “ i could never be (ready) “ i could never be ready “ “ isn’t it lovely in theory? “ what’s the use of feeling (blue)? “ what’s the use of feeling? “ “ why do you want to be here? “ “ you’ve got to be a leader “ “ now there’s nothing we can do “ “ drowning in all this regret, wouldn’t you rather forget? “ “ start looking forward, and stop looking back “ “ don’t you know i miss her too? “ giant woman “ i know it’ll be great “ “ if you give it a chance - “ strong in the real way “ i could show you how to be strong “ “ i want to inspire you “ “ i want to be your rock “ full disclosure “ i don’t want that for you “ “ everybody tells me life is precious “ “ i have to protect you “ “ you’re better off not knowing “ “ you don’t need this - you don’t need me! “ what can i do (for you) “ what can i do for you “ “ what can i do that no one else can do “ “ i hadn’t planned on finding you quite this entertaining “ “ i like your song “ tower of mistakes “ maybe you’re better off with her “ “ i think she’s better for you “ “ i forgot how great it felt to be us “ “ guess i got carried away “ “ i don’t care about that now “ “ is there’s something i can do “ “ can i make it up to you “

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The difference in performance was amazing. Tenya had expected an increase in speed and duration, but not at this level. He was so fast now that he needed to focus on actually controlling his body while running at such an accelerated rate- Something he hadn’t needed to pay much attention to since he was a child.

There was a limit on his own Quirk’s performance, he’d always known he’d hit the peak at some point, but the secret that Tensei had divulged put things into a different perspective. Was there even a limit to what he could accomplish, if he continued to persevere and endure the pain of the procedure? He wasn’t about to push his luck, but if he needed another boost in power and speed, he didn’t see why the same technique wouldn’t work a second time.

There was still a lot that he needed to streamline about his current output, so no need to get ahead of himself. Still, he had hoped to win that round of joint training, not manage a draw by the skin of their teeth. It was disappointing, but just reinforced what he already knew about pushing his training up to another level.

He’d just gotten off the phone with Tensei, reporting home about what he still needed to work on. As always, his brother was a source of major encouragement, making his chest swell with pride just to hear that the elder male was proud of his current progress. Maybe given enough time and effort spent on improving, he could really leave a good impression on their father as well- To live up to the Ingenium legacy was one of the main goals of his career as a professional hero.

“I will. Tell Mom I said ‘hi’ for me, okay? I’ll check in again soon. Bye,” he chuckles, drawing the smart phone away from his ear to end the call. A knock on his door soon afterwards has his brows arching in curiosity, as it was a bit late for visitors. Still, he could think of one or two people that the hour wouldn’t really matter to.

“Izuku, come in,” he greets the other boy with a smile, stepping back to allow him into his dormitory. He pulls out his desk chair and motions for Midoriya to take a seat if he so wanted, leaning against the nearby bookshelf with his arms loosely crossed over his chest.

“So, what did you want to discuss?”

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every ot3 has these very important roles:

person a, who runs headlong into crazy bullshit

person b, who acts like they’re too sensible to run headlong into crazy bullshit, but is really just as bad as person a

person c, who actually tries to avoid running headlong into crazy bullshit, but keeps getting dragged into it by the other two anyway

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What if you hadn't been able to save Iida?

Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer. // Accepting 

It doesn’t take much, to send him back there; back to Hosu city. In that damp, dark, alleyway. The smell of acrid smoke coming from the disaster just blocks away, the acrid edge of blood in the mix. Coming from the felled pro hero propped against a wall. Coming from his friend, pinned to the ground by an unseeable force.

Sirens, in the distance, but not coming their direction. Help so close but so far away, distracted. Too much is happening, on this particular night. A couple of wayward teens fall through the cracks, to be forgotten.

Heart pounding in Izuku’s ears, almost overriding everything else, almost but not quite, because everything is heightened by adrenaline, by fear. Because this man is no petty criminal. He’s a known killer and those eyes are wild and cold blooded and Iida’s blood runs smoothly along his blade like it’s nothing, like he isn’t one of the most talented students at U.A.

Frozen in place, blood like ice water in his veins, but still poised to attack; still ready to fight.

“What if you hadn’t been able to save Iida?”

The voice whispering is his own, a shadow of doubt. That inner self that’s always posing these ‘what ifs’. Adding fuel to the fire. Rationally, this is all over already. Gone and past. Iida was fine, they were all fine. But here, in the throes of repressed trauma, here in this memory; rationality has no place.

Image distorts. There’s a lot more blood. Sword is pierced between shoulder blades instead of hand. There’s no subtle rise of chest to indicate breathing, eyes open and unseeing. 

Iida is…

A strangled noise of distress, somewhere halfway between a scream and a sob. Too late. Too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too latetoo late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late

Iida is…

It’s horrifying in the realness of it, how vivid it is. Still, unmoving, cold. Gone. And that’s the worst part isn’t it? Knowing that this moment will last forever. Knowing the finality of it. Young hero cut down before even getting the chance to reach his prime. No more Ingenium.

No more class rep. No more of the first friend Izuku had ever made. No more earnest dedication, passionate zeal. No more of the safe feeling he brought everyone. No more of the one who had been their salvation at the USJ. No more shared lunches or studied sessions or arguments about the attributes of different heroes.

No more no more no more. No more no more no more no more no more no more no moreno more no more. No no no no no no no no nono no no no no no no nono no no no no no no nono no no no no no no no

Iida is…

He’s not sure when just barely formed tears turned into the real thing, started pouring forth with the agony of the half-memory half-lie. Form racked with sobs and shaking. 

Iida is… 

Pressure on his shoulder is startling, like suddenly being woken up. Jerking back, Hosu fades away, melts back into nothing. Back into reality. Still breathing heavily, panic evident, he looks up. 

Iida is fine. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

But what if it had been?

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Iida: im very proud of the progress my classmates have made, they are all very mature and promising heroes to be—

Izuku, poking his head into the room: iida help I tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and broke everything