#class 1-Y

[jessequinnfirstofhername]

@chucksax you inspired me 😉

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Unveiling Secrets

➥ summary: Class 1A discovers something new about their class president

➥ Tenya Iida x Reader

➥ one shot

Within the bustling halls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A buzzed with activity, a vibrant group of young heroes-in-training. Among them, Tenya Iida stood as a beacon of discipline and focus, always the embodiment of a model student. Yet, unknown to his classmates, his heart held a secret—an unspoken connection that would soon come to light.

The morning sun cast its golden glow through the classroom windows as Class 1-A settled into their seats, eagerly awaiting the start of another day of training and learning. As the room hummed with anticipation, the door swung open, and a figure stepped inside.

All eyes turned towards the newcomer, surprise etched upon their faces. It was (Y/N), a second-year student, her presence adding an air of intrigue to the room. Tenya, taken aback by her sudden arrival, couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with curiosity, spoke up first. "Since when did you have a girlfriend, Iida?"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment, but he held his composure, his voice steady. "Actually, (Y/N) is my fiancée."

Gasps filled the room as Tenya's revelation sank in. The concept of an arranged marriage within their class seemed almost surreal, yet the truth of their connection began to take shape. The air crackled with a mix of shock, excitement, and a touch of envy.

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes shining with admiration, couldn't help but ask, "How did you meet, Iida? And how did your relationship come to be?"

Tenya smiled warmly, his gaze shifting towards (Y/N). "We were paired together since we were children, destined to be married to strengthen the bond between our families. But as we grew older, our feelings blossomed into something deeper. We realized that our connection went beyond duty and tradition. We fell in love."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with awe, couldn't hide her fascination. "That's incredible, Iida. To have a love that's both rooted in tradition and genuine affection—it's truly something special."

(Y/N) stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Our relationship has been a journey of growth and understanding. We've learned to navigate the expectations placed upon us while honoring our individual desires and aspirations. Together, we support and encourage each other to become the best versions of ourselves."

As the realization settled upon the class, they exchanged glances filled with newfound respect. The concept of love, rooted in tradition yet blossoming with genuine emotion, was a testament to the complexities of the heart. Tenya and (Y/N) showcased a deep understanding and commitment, proving that love could evolve beyond initial circumstances.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with admiration, spoke up. "Iida, you've always been a model of discipline and focus. It's inspiring to see that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, you've found a love that's true to your own hearts."

Tenya nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Kirishima. Our relationship has taught me the importance of staying true to myself while embracing the responsibilities that come with my family's traditions. It's a delicate balance, but (Y/N) has been my rock throughout it all."

The class, their initial shock giving way to understanding and acceptance, shared a collective moment of reflection. They realized that love could take many forms, and Tenya and (Y/N)'s connection was a testament to the depth of emotions that could develop even under the weight of expectations.

As the day progressed, the students of Class 1-A forged a newfound bond of respect for Tenya and (Y/N). They understood that love could be a powerful force, capable of transcending societal norms and traditions. It was a reminder that their own journey of self-discovery included not only becoming heroes but also nurturing the relationships that held importance in their lives.

And so, within the walls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A continued their journey, their hearts enriched by the understanding that love was a vast tapestry of emotions, intertwining duty and genuine affection. As they honed their powers and skills, they also learned the importance of nurturing the bonds that connected them, cherishing the complexity and beauty of love in all its forms.

And in the heart of it all, Tenya and (Y/N) stood as a beacon of hope, demonstrating that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, love could flourish and ignite the brightest flames in their hearts.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their second year at U.A. High School. The vibrant group of aspiring heroes had grown both individually and as a team, their bonds strengthening with each passing day. Amidst this bustling atmosphere, (Y/N) had become a third-year student, poised to embark on her own journey of growth and discovery.

On a bright and bustling day, (Y/N) found herself standing before the classroom where Tenya and his classmates convened. A smile played upon her lips as she clutched a carefully prepared bento, a tangible representation of her enduring love and support for Tenya.

As (Y/N) entered the room, the class turned their attention toward her, their curiosity piqued by her arrival. Tenya, his gaze meeting hers, felt a rush of warmth spread through his chest.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't help but blurt out, "Hey, (Y/N)! It's been a while. What brings you here today?"

(Y/N)'s smile widened as she held up the bento box. "I made this for Tenya. It's a small gesture to show my support and love."

Tenya's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, (Y/N). I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

As Tenya accepted the bento, the class watched with a mix of awe and curiosity. Their intrigue had grown since learning about Tenya and (Y/N)'s arranged marriage, and witnessing the continuation of their traditions was both fascinating and heartwarming.

Mina Ashido, her voice filled with excitement, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Tell us, (Y/N), what's it like being in an arranged marriage? How do you navigate the balance between tradition and your own desires?"

(Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and determination. "It's a journey of self-discovery, Mina. Our arranged marriage has been both a challenge and a gift. We've learned to find our own voices within the framework of our families' expectations. It's about cherishing tradition while staying true to ourselves."

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes filled with admiration, spoke up. "It sounds like you both have grown so much. Your love is inspiring, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) nodded, her voice gentle yet resolute. "Love is an ever-evolving journey, Izuku. We're constantly learning, adjusting, and supporting each other through it all. Our shared values and commitment to one another keep us grounded."

As the conversation continued, Class 1-A listened with rapt attention, captivated by (Y/N)'s insights into their unique relationship. They realized that love had no set path, and its manifestations were as diverse as the individuals experiencing it.

Shoto Todoroki, his gaze thoughtful, interjected, "Do you ever feel constrained by the expectations placed upon you, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) met Shoto's gaze, her voice tinged with honesty. "At times, it can be challenging, Shoto. There are moments when the weight of tradition feels heavy. But love is about growth, and our relationship has allowed us to redefine our roles, navigate the complexities, and carve our own path within the arrangement."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with admiration, spoke softly. "You both truly embody the spirit of heroes, embracing challenges head-on while remaining true to yourselves."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart warmed by their words. "Thank you, Momo. We strive to be the best versions of ourselves, not just for each other but for the world we wish to protect."

As the classroom settled into a comfortable silence, (Y/N) took her leave, bidding farewell to the class and leaving Tenya with the bento. She left behind a sense of awe and inspiration, her visit a reminder that love could transcend societal expectations and empower individuals to create their own narratives.

Tenya, holding the bento close to his heart, gazed at the doorway, contemplating the love and support he had found in (Y/N). Their bond, forged through tradition and nurtured by their own commitment, had shaped their journey in unexpected and beautiful ways.

Class 1-A, now even more aware of the depth of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love, exchanged glances filled with newfound respect and understanding. They had witnessed firsthand the power of tradition, the beauty of love, and the unbreakable spirit of their classmate.

And as they continued their second year at U.A. High School, the students of Class 1-A carried within them the lessons of (Y/N)'s visit—cherishing tradition while forging their own paths, embracing love in all its forms, and allowing their relationships to shape their journeys as aspiring heroes.

For within the halls of U.A. High School, the heroes of tomorrow learned that strength lay not only in their quirks but also in the love and support they offered one another. With (Y/N) as an emblem of the enduring power of love, Class 1-A embarked on their path, united by bonds that surpassed expectations and embraced the beauty of shared traditions and new beginnings.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their third and final year at U.A. High School. The once-inexperienced heroes had evolved into formidable individuals, their dreams and aspirations within reach. Amidst this season of growth and transition, Tenya and (Y/N) prepared for a momentous occasion—their upcoming wedding.

In the common room of the dorms, a table was adorned with wedding magazines, fabric swatches, and carefully crafted invitations. Tenya and (Y/N) sat side by side, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. They were lost in a world of plans and possibilities, weaving their dreams into reality.

As they pored over the details of their special day, the door swung open, and the members of Class 1-A filed into the room. Surprise filled their eyes as they took in the scene before them—a tableau of love, dedication, and commitment.

Izuku Midoriya, his voice filled with awe, was the first to speak. "Tenya, (Y/N), I didn't realize you were planning your wedding already. Congratulations!"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and slight embarrassment. "Thank you, Midoriya. We've been making preparations over the past few months, taking the time to ensure every detail reflects our shared vision."

Mina Ashido, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Can we help? We'd love to be a part of your special day!"

(Y/N) beamed, her heart touched by the support from their friends. "That would mean the world to us, Mina. We'd be grateful for any assistance you can offer."

As the class gathered around the table, the room filled with excitement and the scent of love in the air. The students eagerly poured over magazines, discussing ideas and sharing their own suggestions.

Ochaco Uraraka, her voice filled with enthusiasm, held up a fabric swatch. "What about this color for the bridesmaid dresses? It would complement the theme so well!"

Tenya and (Y/N) exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude. Their friends' involvement in their special day only deepened their appreciation for the bonds they had formed at U.A. High School.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with determination, chimed in, "We'll make sure your wedding day is as memorable as possible, Iida. We're a team, after all!"

Tenya's voice carried a mix of gratitude and sincerity. "Thank you, Kirishima. Your unwavering support means the world to us. Our wedding day will be a testament to the bonds we've formed at U.A."

As the planning continued, the students of Class 1-A took on various tasks, each contributing their own unique talents. Momo Yaoyorozu lent her keen eye for design, crafting elegant decorations, while Katsuki Bakugo tackled the task of organizing the explosive wedding fireworks.

Days turned into weeks, and the wedding day drew closer. The dorms became a flurry of activity as Class 1-A dedicated themselves to ensuring every detail was perfect.

On the day of the wedding, the air buzzed with anticipation and joy. The U.A. High School campus was adorned with flowers, and the chapel stood as a symbol of love and unity. Class 1-A stood proudly as witnesses and supporters, their hearts filled with love for their dear friends.

As the ceremony commenced, (Y/N) walked down the aisle, her radiant smile capturing Tenya's heart once more. Tenya stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on (Y/N) as she made her way towards him. Their love shone brightly, a beacon of hope and devotion.

The vows they exchanged were heartfelt and sincere, evoking tears of joy from the gathered friends and family. The couple sealed their union with a kiss, their love celebrated by the cheers and applause of those around them.

As the reception unfolded, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joyous atmosphere. They danced, laughed, and shared heartfelt moments with one another. The bond they had forged over the years had only grown stronger, and the celebration of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love served as a reminder of the power of friendship and unwavering support.

Amidst the festivities, Tenya and (Y/N) took a moment to steal away, finding solace in each other's arms. They looked out at their friends, their family, and their journey at U.A. High School, overwhelmed with gratitude for the love that surrounded them.

Tenya's voice held a mix of emotion as he whispered, "Thank you, (Y/N). Our love has overcome challenges and surpassed expectations. I am forever grateful for your unwavering support."

(Y/N) smiled, her gaze filled with love and tenderness. "And I, Tenya, am forever grateful for your dedication and the love we share. Our journey has been a testament to the power of love and the strength of our bond."

And so, within the halls of U.A. High School, a love story unfolded, entwined with friendship and support. Class 1-A celebrated the eternal bond between Tenya and (Y/N), a testament to the enduring power of love and the beauty of shared dreams.

As they danced the night away, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joy of their friends' happiness, knowing that love, unity, and the bonds they had forged at U.A. would forever shape their lives as heroes.

[twinstxrs]

the gorgug-porter conversation is interesting to me because like. yea for the overwhelming majority of the conversation porter’s being shitty & trying to fit gorgug into a box that gorgug just does not fit into by trying to make gorgug’s relationship with his rage more focused on the aggression aspect of it. but then there’s also this specific thing that brennan brought up again in the ap, which is that gorgug’s relationship with his rage is wholly “this is a tool i use to protect my friends.” which isn’t a bad thing! but that’s his Whole relationship with it, & gorgug seems to place next to no value on his rage in relationship to himself. which is problematic, because it’s first & foremost his rage.

being raised in a household with a sort of toxic positivity largely meant that, whether or not it was his parents’ intention, gorgug internalized the message that more traditionally “negative” emotions such as anger are the wrong response to something. part of the reason he prioritizes his artificing is probably because it’s “fixing” things. in comparison to being a barbarian, which gorgug associates with “breaking” things. good vs. bad behavior, in his eyes.

it’s a totally unacceptable bar to measure a 16 y/o by, but i do think part of porter’s reasoning for not letting gorgug multiclass is him recognizing that gorgug generally does not value anger as a valid emotional response to something, at the very least for himself. & that directly conflicts with what being a barbarian is, because whether you like it or not, that rage is what fuels you. but again, barring a kid from pursuing something they deeply care about in part (not entirely, porter has a lot of more bullshit reasons) because of their fundamental values & world outlook is crazy.

so yes, 98% of porter’s reasoning is pretty shitty, immature, rife with a toxic view that there’s only one proper way to access rage, & generally not a good thing to do as a teacher, but also within that reasoning is the 2% of ‘there is a fundamental part of yourself that you only value if you can use it to take care of other people & you need to accept that as something that can take care of you, too.’ but that’s something to discuss with a therapist or a guidance counselor, not something that should hugely impact gorgug’s academic future.

[zaiisaii]

ACTOR

⋆ — sleepy .ᐟ ﹙park jihoon﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , actor!reader & sfw .

note:: hope none of you mind me writing for my favorite boy 🫶 hes got the prettiest eyes!! :/

"hello." you greet him with a soft smile. he walks to you stiffly and shivering. jihoon sits down beside you – it's far too close for friends yet a little distant for lovers.

the korean actor sighs and rests his head against your shoulder, a few strands of hair fall over his eyes. they flutter shut at the warmth you emit.

"ahh, sleepy." mumbles the tired man, he wraps his arms around yours and cuddles even deeper. you can see the puffs of cold air he breathes out. you shake your head, amused by how clingy your co-star can be when he's tired.

"i've got another scene coming up." your warning goes over his head. he nods, not paying much attention to your words.

he sighs again, this time it's filled with relief. you pat his head gently, the gloves over your hands feel so nice and warm, you wouldn't dare remove them just to pat him.

jihoon leans into your touch and grips your arm tightly. he isn't allowing you to get up. you struggle to rise earning multiple whines and grumbles from him; 'you're warm', 'do your scene later', 'stay with me'.

one of your makeup artists' stands above you, applying chapstick to your lips. she sends you a knowing look causing you to jokingly roll your eyes.

told you he gets clingy around you.

shush.

she snickers and quickly fixes your collar

"jihoonnn," you drawl out near his ear. he hums in acknowledgment. "i need to go now..."

he shakes his head.

"i'll cuddle with you later,"

he thinks about it, grip loosening around you. "okay, but! i get to have a sleepover with you."

you nod in agreement. it's been a while since the two of you hung out together. he sadly lets you go, eyeing the grin on your pretty face.

it almost makes him want to turn the other way, it makes him too shy to even make eye contact.

why do you look at him like that?

"like what?" you tilt your head, confused at what he meant. his eyes widen the slightest bit, and the red on his ears was no longer there because it was cold.

did he say that aloud!?

he quickly shakes his head and pushes you off the bench you were sitting off. "like nothing!"

the grin on your face grows, your eyes disappearing within your smile. you lean forward to gently kiss his forehead. it was soft, so soft you probably wouldn't count it as a real kiss.

almost as if you were scared to touch him.

"if you say so."

jihoon shoves you further away, lips quirked up shyly. he rolls his eyes when your makeup artist wiggles her eyebrows.

"go away."

[ouch-thats-harsh]

hii!! how r u?? i saw ur BNHA Class1-a w/ an indian reader and i honestly LOVED IT!! i was hoping to request for an indian reader with class 1-a but where they think she is really quiet and shy. HOWEVER, they witness her OTHER side when they see her vibing like crazy to bollywood songs??????????????? thnx<333 hv a good day/nightt!!! :)))

Pairings: none! Just friends and classmates :)

warnings: none! Gn! Reader. Indian reader, the reader is a bit shy

Author's note: Omg, hello!!! It's been a while since I disappeared for no reason😭 I'm sorry I didn't see your ask till now!! I'm so glad you loved the fic, it came from a need, honestly. Also I'm definitely more than rusty at this rn, so please forgive me if this sucks, I'm not the best at English, so i apologise for any mistakes.

A day doesn't pass without your headphones and music. The ghazals, the carnatic music, the hindustani tunes and Bollywood moods to wake your soul up. It was a need for you because more than anything, it was a piece of your home. Their foreign exchange student from India was a specimen worth knowing. Smart, brilliant, gorgeous but also quiet. You being quiet was something they expected, the language barrier guarenteed it! they dubbed your behaviour as that, but turns out thats just the way you were. It added to your charm.

One early Monday, after seemingly a shitty week, everyone had to get back on schedule. Exhausted students pulling themselves out of beds for another tiring week wasn't something new. UA makes it a death week, sometimes literally. Fatigue rolled in by the evening. After letting your friends know that you were ready to turn in for the night, you went straight to your dorm to rest. That was until you got a Google photos notif, from the last time you went to navratri.

Sero was just walking to his room, he was unbothered and chill. Then came your dorm room.

Before long your friends were outside your door

*Knock knock*

from the outside one could hear the faint sound of music and someone singing. They slowly opened the door, to see you, their adorable lovely quiet friend, eyes closed, with loud music, moving your hips to some Bollywood song? the song suited you, thought midoriya as soon as he saw you.

But then the shock came. You danced???

"DAMN GIRL!!" mina's loud outburst alerted you. You froze in place at the sudden yell, "how long have you guys been standing there???" You cried out, a bit embarrassed, maybe too embarrassed. You quickly turned the music off.

"Long enough to see you dance." Kirishima pointed out with a smirk. You felt your face warm. kaminari laughed at the sight of you flustered. Even though the situation was just the material to tease you with, they saw how much you enjoyed it, how carefree you were at that moment.

"What song was that? And you never told me you could move like *that*" mina asked pointing at you. "It's- uhm, it's called" you looked at your phone to get the title right, "tumhi ho bandu... And i- uh could always do that? Haha" the nervousness was evident, probably a result of you hiding this side of yours for so long.

This was a pleasant surprise to them. You looked more alive than they could remember.

Ochaco remembered the times you told her about baraat and gharba, times where you danced as if it was your last breathe of air. You told her about how your lungs would burn, sweat rolling off your head onto the earth. She saw what you meant today, even if it was fleeting. She wanted to join. She picked up your phone and played the next song. The beginning of nachde ne saare played. A memory for you, dancing with your bestfriend back home, unlocked.

You felt shy as the song began, but Ochaco and mina, ever the dancers, began moving, inviting you to do too. The guys were watching until pulled in by the duo, bakugou just stayed in his place, watching and nodding to the beat after a while. You could see some of them puzzled at the words but they swayed nonetheless. You remember this scene from somewhere. What was it? 2 years ago? Tenth farewell party... You remember something just like this, loud music, laughter, flaying arms and someone's horrible attempt at Bhangra. Flashes of old friends transitioned into your new ones, just as precious, loving and loved.

The hour was spent dancing, singing (gibberish more like), before long exhaustion hit all of you."We- *pants* should do this more often" a tired momo said. Satisfied with the whole thing. Some agreed immediately with her, smiling. You all talked a bit after that, letting yourselves relax. "You know, I'm glad i snooped enough to get to see this" sero said amused. "Yeah, i mean, for all we know you could've just hid those hips from us forever." Mina laughed. You chuckled a bit. "Thats called thumke" you told her, happy at the sight of all of them beside you. You went back to your quiet self.

"I do hope we'll get to see you like this more, it's nice to see you so fired up and not only on the battlefield" tooru said as she got up, the others added to her comment agreeing. After her the rest got up and decided to finally go to bed, they all hugged you or just showed their way of being affectionate, so did you.

Your room was silent now. You felt content, somehow at peace at the whole "incident" as they would come to call it from now on.You closed your eyes, the sounds from earlier echoed in your head, though loud, it put you to sleep.

End note: hey, uhm so this was smtg I cooked up after not writing for a long while, so please do leave suggestions on how to improve and yea, thanks for reading! :))

[niki-phoria]

HELLOO i would like to req sieun x confident/extroverted male reader!

i saw from your recent story about how sieun may like to hold hands when in a relationship , so could i possibly request a scenario whereby m!reader hold hands with sieun and he gets embarrassed about it! you can add actual plot if uw , but thats what i got :))

sieun never actually smiles so i'm gonna use jihoon gifs instead skdslk

pairing: kdrama!sieun x male!reader (he/him pronouns; masc reader) genre: fluff word count: 846

includes: established relationship, maybe weird ending (??), not proofread forgive me

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

feedback is always appreciated <33

a soft sigh escapes you as you shift to sit up a little straighter in your chair. you sleepily blink a few times in an attempt to wake yourself up as you continue reviewing your notes. your hand aches from hours of diligent notetaking and your neck burns from how long you’ve been hunched over.

sieun pauses momentarily, eyes shifting from his textbook to look at you before he continues. you rub a hand against the back of your neck as your pencil rolls to the side. you stretch your arms out before crossing them to create a makeshift pillow; leaning your head against your forearms. 

“you shouldn’t lay like that,” sieun comments. his hand never stops writing and his eyes remain fixated on his still-open textbook, but his attention is completely on you. “it’s bad for your neck. at least bring a pillow or something next time.”

you resist the urge to complain as you push your notes away and lean back against your chair. your attention shifts from sieun’s barren dining room to the boy himself. his fringe perfectly frames his face as he continues scribbling down notes. his shoulders are hunched over similarly to yours, though he looks far less tense than you feel. 

you reach over, carefully taking sieun’s hand into yours. he stops writing entirely when he feels your fingers trailing against his own. your nails gently scratch against his skin as you lift his left hand up, pressing fleeting kisses against each of his fingertips. 

a deep blush begins to creep up his neck and across his face. sieun’s face burns at how nonchalant you are as you continue to play with his hand. you absentmindedly trace small shapes against the back of his hand as you shift to lean your head against his shoulder. your hair tickles against the exposed skin of his neck as you adjust your position next to him.

you intertwine your fingers together before resting your hand against the table, letting your eyes flutter closed as you relax against sieun. his lips just barely quirk upwards into a soft smile as he looks down at you. he watches for a few seconds as your breathing slowly evens out as he quickly scribbles down the rest of his notes before finally closing his textbook. 

sieun carefully reaches down to put his notes away before pushing his backpack aside. he glances down at your still-sleeping figure for a final time as he reaches over to gently shake you awake. 

you sleepily blink up at him when you finally awake, momentarily letting go to rub the tiredness out of your eyes. “sieun? what time is it?” 

”it’s late,” he says as he pushes his chair back to stand up before gesturing for you to follow after him. “come on.” his arm lazily rests around your waist as you follow his lead, letting him guide you into his bedroom. 

sieun reaches over to turn a lamp on his bedside table on, casting a golden glow across the room. a small desk sits in the corner surrounded by various notes and study guides taped onto the drywall. sheer, white curtains hang over the window, just exposing a small sliver of the dark night outside. 

you slide underneath the blankets beside sieun, rolling to lay on your side to face him. he props his head up with a pillow as he shuffles closer to you. his bed had never seemed so small before. 

you softly smile at him, moving even closer until your arm rests gingerly against his waist. sieun awkwardly tucks your head beneath his chin as a content sigh escapes you. he remains wide awake despite the dark room; the only noise is your slow breathing as you slowly begin to fall into a deep sleep. 

“y/n?” he whispers into the quiet. you don’t react, giving him the confidence to continue. “i think… i’m in love with you.” sieun immediately tenses as the words leave his lips. though he’s only talking to the moonlight, he can’t help the unfamiliarity in each of your loving gestures. 

“you’re so handsome, and kind… you’re everything i’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend. even when i didn’t know i wanted anything.” he pauses, hesitantly pulling you closer. “i just… i love you.”

sieun’s heart beats erratically in his chest when you stir slightly, moving ever so closer to him. he can just barely make out the soft smile tugging at your lips. “i love you too,” you murmur. 

he freezes, tensing up even more. “you’re awake?”

“it’s a little hard not to be when you’re so stiff,” you tease, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “feels like laying against a door.” sieun’s blush deepens as you reach up, resting a gentle hand against his cheek. you stroke your thumb against his soft skin with a soft smile. “can i kiss you?”

sieun’s breath hitches in his throat momentarily. his face burns as he hesitantly nods. you smile as you slowly lean in to gently pull him into a sweet kiss.

[literary-heights]

oh my god…

[little-fairy-forest]

I just got to know you recently but I'm really impressed with your posts! May I ask you for a scenario where class 1-A finds out one of her classmates is taking a hero course at UA because she, like, lost a bet with old friends ? (you can say that she is really talented and kind but sometimes a bit apathetic, not interested in being a hero or UA sports so it made Izuku or someone a little curious) ( •̀ ω •́ )y btw, have a nice day !

Class 1A x gn! reader, fluff

Notes: This has been in my drafts for MONTHS... new year new me? doing some spring cleaning if you will ✨

Each person in class 1 A knew y/n was something special. Anyone could see how strong they were even without really trying

Most people in the hero course had a reason to be there. May it be because they want to help others, be the best hero the can be, the money and fame,

To y/n being in the hero course was a way of proving to her old friends that they were capable of anything if they really tried

In your final year of middle school your old friends placed a bet to see if you would be able to get into the U.A hero course since the chances of being excepted were slim to none unless you got in through recommendations

You weren't asked why you wanted to become a hero yet by any of your classmates. That was until one curious green haired boy asked you during lunch one day

"so L/N, why did you want to become a hero?" Midoriya asked straight out as he put a piece of carrot in his mouth

You looked at the boy across from you at the lunch room table as you decided whether or not to tell the truth,

"I lost a bet" you put it simply as you moved the food around in your bowl with your chopsticks, You could feel their curiosity radiating off their bodies

"huh? you lost a bet?" Kaminari asks in a confused tone. Everyone agreed with him by nodding and mumbling with their mouths full of food waiting for you to continue

you sigh realising you would have to explain the whole story. You just wanted to eat your lunch to be honest

"so that's really it I guess, I'm not that fussed about being a big time hero once I get my full licence" you say eating some of your lunch as you fail to see the look of surprise on your classmates faces.

The whole story didn't take long to explain as everyone was listening intensely hanging on to each word you said

"so yer tellin me you didn't come here to be number one?!" Bakugo states angerly at the new found information, pissed at the thought of you not caring to beat him. Well that's how bakugo sees this

"So you are so good at controlling your quirk, you managed to pass and get into class 1-A like a breeze since you didn't have much time to train?" Sero asks to clarify, you nod as he looks back at Kaminari with a shocked face

"I'm glad to see you finding a passion for heroism now L/n!" Iida says cheerfully as you smile back at him

They continue to ask about why your not friends with your old friends anymore, after they hear because you found out they wanted to use you for clout and money once you became a pro, you dropped them.

Nor very god friends if they only wanted you for money and fame..

-> masterlist

[elftwink]

obviously theres no way to make tumblr polls statistically sound in any way and it's a fool's errand to try. that said can we stop making polls with answer distributions like this

this is what we in the biz call "non-exhaustive poll options" and what the layperson would call "why the fuck are you asking a yes/no question and then providing only one of the two possible answers" and it makes your response data ten times more meaningless than it already is. the rule of thumb for survey design is you never want a situation where your respondent looks at your question and says "well what the hell am i supposed to respond here" <- voice of someone who is about to fuck up your survey results supremely. sorry i know i said that it's impossible to make tumblr polls statistically sound so it doesn't really matter i just really love survey design

[pup-pee]

kon on the practive whiteboard,,,,,save me save me pls

[deus-ex-mona]

man. this song reminds me of physiology class

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[weezeranitsweezy]

y does rc have such a little boy voice 😭😭

[ouch-thats-harsh]

Bnha Class 1-A with an Indian reader!!

A/n: I have never seen some indian reader thing that have been fulfilling of sorts, so I made my own, just a heads up, I haven't ever written anything that's even remotely a fanfic but here I am with headcanons

being the only Indian person around so many people was kind of lonely at first but since you began to understand Japanese culture better and started to love the people around you, it turned out to be lovely

but that doesn't mean your friends weren't curious

they'd ask you many things,,,

like, "you celebrate this?" shows you a festival that you aren't sure even exists

cue momo or you correcting them or making a google search

you taught mina some dances and even references to your fav movies

you were lost at the mall once and mina yelled "WANNA BE MY CHAMMAK CHALLO?" to find you

you were embarrassed but either way you responded by yelling back

the rest were confused, they caught on quick tho, now the others see it as a way to annoy you

One time they let you pick any movie you wanted and you thought PK would be a good idea like the basic bitch you are jk (we love that movie in this household)

Kaminari and surprisingly Bakugou and Iida watched till the end

cue Kami talking bout it for the rest of the week

Bakugou likes it when you show him recipes, he likes the way you can play with those flavours

you guys have fun times cooking things that aren't chicken tikka masala and naan

you gave Todoroki maggi instead of soba once.

one time you found Ochako rapping batameez dil

it wasn't the best thing to listen to

you made them watch Kumbalangi Nights

it hit them hard-

you never saw the place quite like that for a moment after a movie night

some of them felt some similarity to the movie sadly

great movie tho

midoriya showed the others a pic of you wearing a kurta/kurti once

someone lost their cool right then and there

anyways you love your culture and are glad to have people to share it with!!

reblogs are appreciated <33

[niki-phoria]

Can you do a sieun x tall himbo male reader

Maybe where sieun is teaching reader a math problem but reader is distracted or where reader is clumsy all the time and bumps into doors bc of how tall he is?

pairing: sieun x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 635

includes: established relationship, kinda mixed these ideas together lol, reader is taller than sieun, wrote this over a few days and didn't proofread it so maybe not the most cohesive fic i've made lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

feedback is always appreciated <33

your eyes flutter closed as you lean your head down against your folded arms, zoning out the lecture from your math teacher in favour of getting a few more minutes of sleep. you can all but feel sieun’s eyes on you as his glare burns a hole into your head.

you startle awake when the bell rings, announcing the end of your class. you stifle a yawn as you quickly shove your books into your backpack before making your way over to sieun’s desk. you softly smile down at him as he tugs his own bag over his shoulders. 

“ready?” 

sieun simply nods, silently reaching over to take your hand into his. he subtly tugs you away from the side of the door before your shoulder hits the metal frame. 

you absentmindedly swing your intertwined hands as you follow sieun down the steps of the school and up to his apartment. “you really should pay attention in class,” he says as he momentarily lets go to unlock his front door. 

you let out a small hum in response. sieun watches as you kick your shoes off and slip your feet into a special pair of slides he had bought shortly after you started dating. “why would i? you’re my favourite teacher anyway.”

sieun’s face flushes slightly when you lean down to press a quick kiss against his forehead before you make yourself comfortable at his dining table. he sits across from you at the table as you pull out your textbooks and worksheets. 

hours pass by with nothing but the occasional noise of a page being flipped or sieun’s pencil scratching against his notebook. you lean back in your chair to stretch out your sore muscles. you flip through the last remaining pages filled with problems; a soft huff escapes you at the seemingly never ending list. 

you cover your face with your hand as yet another yawn escapes you. you rest your head against your hand; your tired eyes drifting from the pages of practice problems up to your boyfriend instead. your lips quirk into a soft smile as you observe each of his delicate features: his full cheeks; the way his eyes light up whenever he solves a new problem; his chapped lips and the way he occasionally bites them whenever he gets stuck.

sieun glances up at you with slightly furrowed eyebrows at the prolonged silence. “y/n?” he whispers. 

“hm?” 

“...did you hear me?”

“sorry,” you chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “i was distracted by seeing the most handsome boy i’ve ever seen in front of me.”

sieun’s face flushes a deep red. he lets out a nervous chuckle as he glances back down at his textbook to gather his composure before looking back up at you. “tired?”

“exhausted,” you hum. you rub the tiredness out of your eyes once again. 

sieun closes his notebook, reaching over to grab your hand as he stands up. “come on, then,” he says. you furrow your eyebrows slightly but follow him nonetheless, letting him guide you into his bedroom. 

inside is a small room with a bed sitting in the corner and a desk pushed up against the adjacent wall. various notes and passages have been taped up to the wall. sheer, white curtains delicately hang over the only window in the room. 

sieun guides you over to his bed to sit beside him. you silently follow his lead as you lay down beside him underneath the covers. you curl up beside his body as best as you can despite the small space, letting out a content sigh as he gently rubs a hand against your back to soothe you. “i love you, sieun,” you whisper.

he softly smiles before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. “get some rest, y/n.”

[utsukushisa0]

I want to write an actual fic but I have no idea where to start 😐😃