#class 1-a headcanons

[strawb3rry-hon3y]

cliché but opposites attract with yeon sieun? can be a headcanon or a scenario !! whatever you want 🫶🏼 tysm

Impulse And Intellect

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x GN!Reader Requested: Yes

Summary: A headcanon about Si-eun falling for someone who is his complete opposite.

Length: 676 Words Genre: Fluff / Light Angst

Warnings: Fluff, outgoing/impulsive reader behavior. Status: Complete!

♡. Si-eun first noticed you because you were everything he wasn’t. Loud laughter, quick emotions, and a warmth that seemed to follow you wherever you went. He didn’t understand you at first, and it lowkey annoyed him how you could just say whatever you were feeling so easily.

♡. You, on the other hand, found him fascinating. Calm, composed, and almost infuriatingly blank at times. Si-eun was like a puzzle you wanted to figure out.

♡. When you two started hanging out more (mostly because you forced yourself into his space, sitting next to him at lunch, dragging him into random conversations). Si-eun realized you weren’t just reckless, You felt everything deeply. But somehow, that didn’t make you weak; it made you strong in your own way.

♡. You love poking at Si-eun just to get any reaction out of him. Tugging his sleeves, mimicking his serious expressions, leaning way too close when he’s trying to study. Half the time he just blinks at you like "are you done yet?". But sometimes you catch the tiniest smirk before he hides it.

♡. You had no problem dragging Si-eun into chaotic adventures sneaking off-campus for snacks, last-minute study sessions that turned into you ranting about life, and even stupid bets like who could stay quiet longer, which are always his idea. (you lost every time, but he secretly liked when you talked).

♡. Speaking of, Si-eun secretly loves hearing you talk about your day, even when you ramble about random, pointless things. He won’t always respond with full sentences, but he listens so intently it makes your heart hurt a little.

♡. He doesn’t always know how to comfort you when you get upset. If you cry, Si-eun sits there awkwardly for a second before offering his hand or wordlessly pushing a snack and drink toward you. He’s trying, okay?

♡. Si-eun is the type to wordlessly fix your jacket if it’s slipping off, or move you to the inside of the sidewalk without saying anything, and press his hand lightly to your back when he feels you getting overwhelmed. No big gestures. Just quiet, constant care.

♡. He tries not to show it but seeing you upset messes him up more than anything. He’ll stay awake texting you, walking you home, or sitting quietly by your side, anything just to be there. Even if he doesn’t know what to say.

♡. You're the reason he starts carrying extra band aids or mini-med kits easy to carry. Not for himself: but for you. Because you keep scraping your knees, bumping into things, and somehow managing to get minor injuries doing the most ridiculous things.

♡. The first time he calls you "reckless," you grin and say "And you love it." without missing a beat. He looks like he’s about to argue but just sighs and looks away.

♡. Si-eun always pretends he’s not worried about you when you get yourself into stupid situations, but the way he shows up without you calling, and the quiet one or two word lectures he gives you afterward: kind of gives him away.

♡. When you’re feeling restless and impulsive, for example: "Let’s go on a midnight walk!" "Let’s dye our hair!" "Let's prank Baku!" Si-eun sighs.. but 95% of the time, he goes along with it. Quietly, Grumpily, But he’s there. Always.

♡. You once tried to teach him how to take silly selfies. He just stared at the camera like O_O the entire time. You love him for it anyway. (that exact photo became your home screen wallpaper.).

♡. He doesn’t say "I love you" first. Instead, it’s you blurting it out in the middle of a heated moment. Si-eun just blinks at you before replying in a small, quiet voice like it's the most embarrassing thing in the world: "I know. Me too.." Which is honestly more then you expected in that moment.

♡. People wonder how the two of you work so well together. What they don’t realize is that You don’t fix each other. You just make the hard days softer, the lonely days warmer, and life a little more bearable, together.

Taglist: N/A Header’s Creator: @saradika-graphics

[almostwisegalaxy]

Geum Seong-je headcanon

Yandere!Geum Seong-je x reader

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He decided. You’re now part of his world, his universe. It wasn’t something you chose, but something he took as a given. Geum Seong-je has never been the type to ask for permission. He wants, he takes. And what he wants—is you. He observed, analyzed, and finally decided that you had to be his. And from now on, he won’t tolerate any exceptions.

You thought he was just another boy at school who allowed himself to look at you a little too long. But Geum Seong-je isn’t like the others. And he doesn’t just look. No, he takes you, chains you to him without giving you a choice. If you stray, he pulls you back to him, again and again, until you’re right where he wants you: in his world.

The first sign of his obsession began when you became the center of attention of a few boys at school. At first, it was harmless. Fleeting glances, a few laughs exchanged. But Geum Seong-je doesn’t like competition. He doesn’t like others daring to look at you, approach you, even speak to you.

You didn’t see it coming. One day, as you were innocently chatting with one of those boys in the school hallway, he appeared. He stepped forward like a shadow, his eyes burning with anger. You didn’t even have time to react before his fist slammed down on the table, making your conversation partner jump. He grabbed him by the collar, threw him to the floor, then turned to you with a look that made you shiver.

“You’re mine.”

He said it in a cold, almost sing-song voice, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you didn’t even have the right to say no.

You wanted to protest, to escape, but it was too late. He had already captured you in his world, under his control. His eyes held that look that swallowed you whole. That possessive, violent stare that said he would never let you go. Ever.

He had decided you were his girlfriend. And he hadn’t given you the choice.

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That same day, after chasing the boy away with a single punch, he took your hand. He forced you to follow him. When you tried to protest, to pull away, he gripped you tighter, making it clear that your place was by his side.

“You’re mine, and no one else is allowed to touch you.”

He said it in a soft but firm voice. He wasn’t threatening you; he was simply stating a fact. He didn’t need to threaten—you knew. He had already shown what he was capable of.

The other boys who had tried to approach you disappeared from school. One by one. Those who had the misfortune of crossing his path quickly learned the rule: never touch what belongs to him.

All of this was to protect you, to tell you that with him, you’d be safe. The promise of never being alone. He wouldn’t ask you what you wanted, what you thought. No. He imposed. And you had no choice but to accept.

He kept you close, all the time. When you left for class, he waited for you outside, making sure no one else could come near. If you wandered too far, he followed in the shadows, watching you with cold eyes like a predator stalking its prey. And every time you tried to escape, he came back—more insistent, more possessive.

He felt no shame. He touched you without warning, brushing your arm, your back, running his hand through your hair. With every gesture, he marked his territory, constantly reminding you that he was the only one with that right. It wasn’t love—not in the way you understood it. It was his way of loving. A way of possessing your body, your soul, of making you his.

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He wasn’t discreet. If a boy looked at you too long, he took pleasure in kissing you in public, holding your hand like he was staking a claim in front of everyone. He touched you where he shouldn't, slipping his fingers under your coat, brushing your skin, forcing you to remain still under his control. He knew it made you uncomfortable—but that only satisfied him more. Because he knew he was the one in control. He knew he was the one who could break your limits, redefine them his way.

“Does it bother you?”

He murmured as he intertwined his fingers with yours, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

His kisses were rough, hungry, like he was trying to brand you, to imprint himself onto you. His hands roamed your body, driving you crazy with discomfort, confusion—and desire. But it wasn’t normal desire. It was the kind born from someone who sees you not as a person, but as a possession.

And yet, beneath the fear, there was a strange sense of security. He would never hurt you—not really. Because he loved you. In his own way. It was a relationship built on contradictions. He fought for you, but never with ill intent. He controlled you, but always made sure you were protected.

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Every time you tried to get away, he came back stronger. If you pulled away, he always pulled you back. And he became more intrusive, more present. More possessive. Each day, he held onto you tighter, forcing himself deeper into your life. When you ate, he served you himself, sat beside you, never ordering you to eat, but making sure you didn’t stray from him.

“You didn’t eat enough.”

He would say, his gaze locked on you. He made you finish every bite, saying it was for your own good.

“If you don’t eat, you’ll get weak. And I won’t let you be weak.”

He never asked if you were hungry—he just knew what you needed. He always stood between you and others. He hated seeing anyone else smile at you, hated when boys approached. They weren’t allowed.

And for every act of rebellion, there were consequences. If he saw you laughing with another boy, he hit. Not always excessively—but just enough to make sure the other person understood the rule: you belonged to him.

He loved seeing you tremble. He loved seeing you submit to his control. It made him feel powerful. But underneath the rage, there was always that love. That twisted, burning love that, for him, was perfect. It gave his life meaning—a reason to exist.

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There’s no turning back with Geum Seong-je. You’re now part of his world. He took you, and he’ll never let you go. He loves you in a warped but sincere way. And no matter what he does to keep you close, he’ll always make sure you know he’s there for you.

Far from everyone else, close to his heart. But more importantly, far from others. Because in his world, you’re the only one who matters.

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[svetamillss]

Random headcanons in your relationship with them✨

Featuring: Yeon Si Eun x Reader(f), Ahn Su Ho x Reader(f), Oh Beom Seok x Reader(f), Seo Jun Tae x Reader(f), Park Hu Min (Baku) x Reader(f), Go Hyeon Tak x Reader(f)

A/N: English is not my native language! Sorry for the mistakes! I was also asked to write with these boys.

Yeon Si Eun

The guy likes to help you with your homework. Despite the fact that he doesn't like to be distracted while studying, he has a completely different attitude towards you. He is ready to explain the same thing to you until you understand the material. In secret, he is amused by the fact that you are embarrassed by such attention on his part to your grades. It's just that he really wants you to have a good future and is ready to do anything for this.

- Damn, I don't understand this math at all. - you sigh nervously, sitting on his bed, he just looks at you carefully, the corner of his mouth twitches slightly, saying that he is smiling.

- I'll explain everything to you now.

- But you've already done it..

- I'll explain again until you understand. - You don't understand how you deserved love from such a secretive and quiet person like him.

Ahn Su Ho

The guy loves your food madly, he is ready to give up any other, just to eat only yours. Knowing his love, you cook for him all the time. And bring lunch and dinner to him at work, to a restaurant or before he goes to deliver orders. It is important for you to know that your boyfriend is full of energy and not starving, and he has a very good appetite. He will say a million compliments to you, your talent and your food.

- Oh my God, my princess came to save me from hunger. - he says, when you enter the restaurant, Si Eun looks at him strangely.

- You're in a restaurant, you could have eaten here.

- Dude, you won't understand. - he waves it off with a smile, running up to you and hugging you tightly.

Oh Beom Seok

You know his relationship with his father, so you are always ready to help and support him in difficult moments. He often runs away from home after quarrels, he comes to you. Yes, he is ashamed, he is shy, because he has to protect you, not you, but you don't mind at all and are happy to take him in. Your parents don't mind either, because they know his situation, but they don't question him. At home, you will feed him, let him take a shower, and put him on your bed, next to you, so that he feels safe. And he is really grateful to you, and in his heart he believes that he did not deserve you.

- Thank you. - he says quietly, before you both plunge into the kingdom of Morpheus, he will also lightly kiss you on the cheek as a sign of gratitude and love.

Seo Jun Tae

Despite the fact that the guy is a high school graduate, he loves to watch cartoons, but no one knows about it, not even his friends. But you are an exception. When you learned about his passion for cartoons, you gladly accepted his passion and began to arrange home dates with him, where ate sweets and watched various cartoons.

- What cartoon are we going to watch today? - he asked when he brought chips, marmalade and soda to the room, you answered without thinking twice.

- Let's watch "Sponge Bob: Square Pants".

- Great idea. - he replied with a shy smile.

Park Hu Min (Baku)

Your boyfriend was a knight to you, and you were his princess. That's why he constantly met you from school or extra classes, no matter where and what time they are, he will still come. Baku will follow you to your favorite places, whether it's various fashion stores or something like that. At first you wondered why he protected you so much, but when he told more about himself, everything fell into place. He is very afraid to lose you, so he will watch over you as the most important treasure in the world.

- What time do you finish today? - he asks when he brought you to school.

- I'll finish at five.

- Okay, honey, I'll come exactly at this time. - he said, kissing you on the lips.

Go Hyeon Tak

He had two passions. It's you and basketball. So you weren't surprised when he chose a basketball court as a place for dates. He really wanted to teach you how to play so that you could play basketball together later. You didn't burn much with desire, but you agreed for him, because you knew that your boyfriend wanted you to have common interests with him.

- Well, are you ready to fight me today? - he said cheerfully, taking the ball in his hands.

- But I didn't really learn!

- No need to say that, you already know how to do a lot, so at the same time let's see how you learned my lessons.

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[kgetou]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ back shots while studying ! yeon sieun headcanon⭑.ᐟ

warnings: mdni needed, +18, yeon sieun x fem reader, reader receives backshots while yeon sieun study in her back, characters are over 18, english its not my first language, lower case on purpose, soft smut.

who would have thought that the need would eat you entirely when you see your boyfriend studying concentrated.

the need to have him inside of you was getting bigger and bigger, and the evidence of your panties were wet by your own essence.

but you couldn't bother your boyfriend, not when he was so focused for the next day's exam.

"sieun" you murmured waiting for him to turn to look at you, when he did your mind went blank. you didn't know how to explain to him how needy and wet you were just for the simple fact that he hadn't touched you for weeks.

but you knew it was like that, since he is number #1 in his class.

but you didn't know that after a few minutes you would find yourself bouncing on his cock, needily while he concentrated on marking your back with a marker.

you can feel how he do some graphs, and sometimes stop the writing to let you bouncing more harder, but you knew he was thinking.

he grip your hips, forcing you to stop, you cry out. you can feel his cock twitching inside of you while he write something more in your back.

“keep it straight” he murmur while grabbing your ribs and forcing you to keep your back straight.

you start bouncing again with shyness, knowing that your boyfriend was more focused on studying than willing to give your pussy some attention.

you whimper trying to move more faster, you wanted more, his pretty cock’s tip was touching that spongy spot again and again, but he was more concentrated on finding the result of the formula on your back.

“s-sieun please-” he shush you calming you down “i’m almost finish” he said proudly writing the last numbers of the equation.

“now, move y/n” he said resting one of his hands behind his back while the other was on your hips, guiding you.

you obeyed, bouncing hard, hearing his soft moans that sound more like heavy breaths. your pussy was clenching his cock, the squelching sound of it echoing in the room together with your loud moans

“i-i’m coming” you manage to say, accelerating your speed, bouncing back and forth much quicker. a loud moan comes out of your pretty lips, while your pussy squirm around his cock, you didn’t even notice that you milk him.

when he hugs you kissing your neck from behind getting his cock out, you notice the amount of cum that gush out of your pussy.

the next day your pretty boyfriend come back home, showing you his 100%. a new method for him to study.

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[hannie-berrie]

You text Weak Hero Class that you want a baby

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[soneblomsblog]

hii i have a request! not sure if you do headcannons specifically but, boyfriend!yeon sieun with sunshine!reader. or partner who is the opposite of him character wise, a very positive and loving being. keep up the good workkk !!

Absolutely! I haven't had any requests like this and I'm more then happy to write them ;)

HEADCANON

boyfriend!yeon sieun x sunshine!reader

● at first, yeon sieun has no idea what to do with you.

● like... you're smiling all the time, you wave at strangers, you talk to animals. he thinks you're insane. you're sunshine personified and he’s a walking cloud.

● but you worm your way in. you offer him snacks without asking. you compliment his hands. you cheer when he gets a question right in class. and for the first time in a long time, he starts looking forward to someone’s presence.

● he tries to be logical about it. “there’s no scientific reason for my heart rate to spike when they smile,” he tells himself.

spoiler alert: there is. it’s called falling in love, baby.

● you're the only person allowed to poke his cheeks. no one else would dare.

● you say "i love you" about seven times a day. he says it once a week, at most—quietly, almost like it escapes him by accident. but every time he says it, it means the world.

● his hand always finds yours in crowds. he acts like it’s for “safety reasons” but you both know it’s not.

● you kiss his forehead and he freezes for a whole minute like his internal software crashed.

“you good?”

“...yes. just updating.”

● you're the first person to ever see him cry. he didn’t mean to—but you were holding his face and telling him he’s enough, just as he is, and the dam just broke.

● he’s secretly so protective of you. the quiet “stay behind me” when he senses tension, the way he watches over you from across the room even when he seems distracted. no one messes with his sunshine.

● you once made him laugh so hard he snorted and went beet red.

you haven't let him live it down.

● when you’re sad, he becomes the most awkward but well-meaning boyfriend alive.

he brings you tea. he silently sits beside you. he holds your hand. no words, just his steady presence. he knows how much it matters.

● your brightness isn’t something he tries to dim��it’s something he adores. he doesn’t always say it, but god, does he love you for it.

[hiraeth-nostalgic]

i was thinking about something recently and man, i was like god i am so dumb because it JUST dawned on me. Sieun doesn't like when anyone touches him. He pulls away from yeong-i when she grabs him, and he pulls away when his dad touches his face. he just doesn't want to be touched. but he willingly grabs suho's hand. he lets suho adjust his clothes, check his hand after the fight. He lets suho touch him so easily. esp when he asked about fighting and suho touches his chin to tilt it down. this is a complete swap to the sieun that we had seen early in the show AND with any one else. so what does this mean? they are boyfriends. thank you for listening.

[canonbreaker420]

Yeon Sieun Headcanons (Weak Hero Class)

💙 20 Si-eun Boyfriend Headcanons (aka how this emotionally repressed nerd has you SIMPING daily) 💙

Quiet Protector Type™ — He’ll never say “I’ll protect you” out loud, but he’ll always position himself closest to the danger without even thinking. Always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk.

Pretends Not to Be Jealous, Fails Miserably — He’ll say “I don’t care�� when someone else is talking to you too much, but his eye twitches, jaw clenches, and you just know.

Remembers Everything — Your favorite drink, that offhand comment about a place you want to go, the exact day you mentioned your cat’s birthday? Yeah. All locked into that brain of his.

Terrible at Compliments (Out Loud) — Will say “that outfit’s practical” instead of “you look beautiful” and somehow thinks it’s the same thing. You learn to read the subtext.

But Writes Beautiful Messages — The one time he texted, “Don’t forget your umbrella. It’s raining and I don’t want you to get sick.” you literally screamed. That’s like a love confession from him.

Shows Love Through Acts of Service — Fixes your phone charger. Carries your heavy bag without asking. Organizes your notes when you’re behind. He won’t say “I love you,” but he’ll do it every day.

Rare Smiles = Precious Currency — His tiny half-smile when you say something dumb but cute? Worth more than gold. Seeing him genuinely laugh feels like winning the lottery.

In Denial About Being Whipped — If Suho ever pointed out how Si-eun goes soft whenever you’re around, he’d be like “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” while clearly adjusting your hair for you.

Stargazing Dates, Silent Side-by-Side Comfort — He doesn’t need to talk. Just laying next to you under the sky, letting the silence stretch comfortably, is enough for him.

Soft for Head Pats (but hates being caught liking it) — You pat his head when he does something good? His ears go red. He looks away. But never tells you to stop.

Gives You His Jacket Without a Word — Not the type to ask if you’re cold. Just throws the jacket over your shoulders and acts like he didn’t.

Secretly Competitive Over Your Attention — Will lowkey glare at Suho if he’s making you laugh too much. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until Suho calls him out.

Likes Studying With You in Silence — No talking. Just occasional glances, exchanged pens, and the feeling that you're in this together.

Acts Tough, But One Word From You and He Folds — You say “please?” and he’s already sighing like “ugh, fine…” but doing it anyway.

Gets Flustered When You’re Bold — If you ever kissed his cheek randomly, he’d freeze like a cat hearing a loud noise, then whisper “what was that for?” all red-faced.

Protective When You’re Sick — He’s not super expressive, but he’ll bring you food, check your fever without asking, and sit next to you until you fall asleep.

Secretly Keeps One of Your Hair Ties/Accessories — Doesn’t even realize he does it, but it stays in his pencil case or desk drawer.

Reads Your Favorite Book or Watches What You Love — Pretends it’s not a big deal. “It was alright,” he’ll say. But he did stay up all night to finish it.

His Love Language Is Showing Up — Doesn’t matter how late it is, how tired he is, how far—if you need him, he’s there.

He Loves You in Silence, in Glances, in Loyalty — Not through grand gestures or constant words, but through presence. Through every day he chooses to stay close—even if he doesn't know how to say it yet.

✨ Read more slow-burn chaos in Sieun x Aerin on Wattpad! ✨

[naebaetwsog]

New comfy start

Tws when you are a transferred student from a school where you suffered bullying.

genre. Angst, happy ending, school bullying.

warning. Bullying, triggering(sorry)

pairing. Classmate!tws x fem!reader

a/n. Hii, I came back, sorry for my disappearance. FIRST OF ALL tws comeback was amazing!!! The vibe, the songs, how creative the physical album was, how the promotion are being, everything about them and this comeback is peak.(just a lil sad bcs Hanjin continues with almost no lines…). SECOND OF ALL I’m doing this type of imagine bcs of weak hero class 2, as someone how waited 2 years for this(I first watched it in 2023), I loved it, and I can’t wait till class 3(im sure there is a class 3). Anyways I’m going to stop talking before I give spoilers. Please enjoy this writing, and keep supporting tws in their new comeback

Shinyu

You were just another new kid with a heavy silence around you, and Shinyu didn’t even realize you’d joined the class. He had his head down, hoodie pulled over his messy hair, catching up on sleep from staying up late gaming. The teacher’s voice was nothing but background noise to him. It wasn’t until second period, when he finally looked up, that he noticed you—sitting at the far side of the room, eyes fixed on your notebook.

He quietly asked his tablemate, “Who’s that?” And when they told him you were a transfer, something about that made his chest tighten.

At break, gossip flew like wildfire. Whispers of your past—the bullying, the beatings, the reason you had to transfer schools—spread like smoke. Shinyu stood in the hallway, absorbing it all in silence. His face didn’t change, but his steps grew faster. He didn’t even know why, but he had to find you. Maybe to say something. Maybe just to check if you were okay.

But you were already gone.

You were in the bathroom stall, trying not to hyperventilate. The walls felt like they were closing in, and the sound of distant laughter made your heart race. You didn’t know the rumors were about you. You didn’t want to.

Shinyu only saw you again after class, standing alone at the bus stop. He hesitated, then slowly approached, hands stuffed deep in his hoodie pocket. “Hi,” he mumbled. “I’m Shinyu… I didn’t get to say hi earlier.”

You looked at him, startled, and mumbled your name, voice so soft he had to lean in. He didn’t press. Didn’t ask. Just nodded and sat down beside you, a comfortable distance away. From then on, he didn’t hover—just made sure you never felt alone. Leaving you space when you needed it. Quietly walking beside you when the silence felt safe.

Eventually, you smiled at him. And that’s when he knew—he’d earned your trust.

Dohoon

Dohoon stormed into class fifteen minutes late, hair tousled from the wind, casually flashing a sheepish grin at the teacher before slipping into his seat. He didn’t notice you at first. Not until class was over and he stood up, stretching, then caught sight of you hunched over your desk.

New face.

Dohoon wasn’t nosy, just naturally kind. So he walked over, smiling. “Hey, I’m Dohoon. You’re new, right?” His tone was soft, warm.

But you didn’t respond. You didn’t even look up (newton third law, ifykyk). Fear gripped you like a reflex—something about his tall figure, the closeness, the crowd still shuffling around—it paralyzed you.

He blinked, confused, and backed off immediately. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to bother you.”

He walked away, but he didn’t forget. A few days later, it happened.

You were waiting for the bus when a group of girls cornered you. You tried to ignore them, but their words were sharp, cutting deep where the wounds hadn’t healed yet. You were already crying when Dohoon walked past and stopped dead in his tracks.

His eyes darkened. “Hey.”

The girls turned, and suddenly their tone changed. “Oh my God, Dohoonie oppa—hi!”

He didn’t even acknowledge them.

He walked straight up to you, gently took your hand, and led you away without a word. You barely noticed where he was taking you until you were sitting in a quiet little café with a warm drink in your hands and a cookie on a napkin beside it.

“Eat,” he said, sitting across from you. “You don’t have to talk. I’ll stay.”

And from that moment on, he did. He showed up every morning just to walk with you. Sat with you at lunch. Walked you home when he could. And if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, his glare alone was enough to send them running.

He didn’t save you—he gave you the space to save yourself.

Youngjae

He didn’t talk much, and he liked it that way. Youngjae preferred silence, not out of awkwardness, but because it was peaceful. He noticed you right away when the teacher introduced you. Something about the way you avoided everyone’s gaze felt familiar.

He didn’t approach you after class. He just watched you walk out, a little too fast, like you didn’t want to be seen. Then, slowly, he followed—quiet footsteps, careful not to startle you.

You noticed him when you turned a corner. He didn’t say anything, didn’t smile. Just held out a small packet of gummies, then turned to walk with you.

It became a habit.

He never forced conversation. Just walked beside you in silence, always offering a small snack like it was your daily ritual. You didn’t know why you let him, but something about his quiet presence felt safe. Like he wasn’t expecting anything from you.

One day, your hand brushed his when you both reached for the same gummy. You looked up, startled, and finally whispered, “Why do you keep walking with me?”

Youngjae shrugged. “You looked like you needed a friend.”

That was it. That was the moment.

From then on, you talked more. And laughed. And eventually, he became your person. The one who sat next to you during tests. The one who left notes in your locker. The one who never needed to say much to make you feel seen.

Hanjin

The second the teacher finished introducing you, Hanjin clapped—loudly. “Welcome!” he beamed, flashing his signature grin. You shrank into your seat, mortified.

He didn’t care. He was too excited. At lunch, he was already standing at your desk, hands in his pockets, grinning. “Let’s eat together?”

You said yes—not out of comfort, but fear. You didn’t know if saying no would offend him. He didn’t seem dangerous, but you’d learned the hard way that anyone could be.

Still, lunch was… nice. He talked enough for both of you. Made stupid jokes. Got ketchup on his shirt. You barely spoke, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Later, you told him everything—about the old school, the bruises, the nights spent crying under the covers. He didn’t cry. Just nodded slowly, then said, “Okay. So I’m sitting next to you now. Forever.”

And he did.

He changed his seat. Brought you extra snacks. Waved dramatically when he saw you in the hallway. Called you nicknames that made you groan but secretly made your day.

He made you feel like you mattered. Like your story wasn’t something to hide, but something that made you stronger.

Jihoon

Before the teacher could even ask, Jihoon raised his hand. “I’ll sit with them.”

His voice was soft but steady. You looked up, surprised. He smiled at you—nothing too much. Just enough to feel safe.

He didn’t talk much during class. But the second the bell rang, he lit up. “Want a tour? I’m Jihoon. The nicest person in this school, probably.”

You followed him silently, and he didn’t mind. He showed you everything—from the weird art room to the best vending machine. “This one gives extra snacks sometimes. It’s magic.”

He introduced you to all his friends. Spoke for you when you couldn’t. Sat beside you during every class he could. And when you didn’t show up to school one day, he called you on FaceTime during break just to say, “Hey. Everyone misses you. I do too.”

You cried the day you told him your story. And Jihoon cried too.

From then on, it was impossible to separate you two. If anyone tried, it felt wrong. He was your safe place. Your loudest cheerleader. The light in the middle of your darkest year.

Kyungmin

Kyungmin was sunshine in human form. He smiled at everyone. Helped teachers carry boxes. Always smelled like sweet lemon (make it make sense).

He knew about you before you even walked through the classroom door.

He didn’t approach you at first. But every time he heard someone whisper about you, say something cruel, laugh too loud—he shut it down instantly. “Don’t talk about people you don’t know,” he’d say, sweetly but firmly.

One day, you dropped your pencil and flinched when he bent down to pick it up. His heart cracked.

That’s when he made a decision.

He was going to make you smile.

Bit by bit, he tried. Left little notes in your locker. Complimented your drawings. Helped you carry your bag. Asked about your day. The first time you laughed at one of his jokes, he nearly cried.

Eventually, you opened up. And he listened like your story was sacred.

With Kyungmin, healing didn’t feel like recovery. It felt like joy. Like getting to be a kid again. Like remembering what it felt like to smile without guilt.

And in the end, you did. All the time. Because of him.

[strawb3rry-hon3y]

The Calm Between Us

Pairing: Ahn Su-ho x GN!Reader Requested: No

Summary: A headcanon about Ahn Su-ho falling for someone who is his complete opposite.

Length: 1,122 words. Genre: Fluff, Opposites Attract, Light Romance.

Warnings: Mild teasing, soft emotional moments, lots of affectionate banter. Status: Complete!

♡. You didn’t attend his school, just walking home one afternoon when a group of boys from his class started bothering you in an alley near a convenience store. You stayed quiet, trying to brush them off, clutching your bag tightly as they reached for it. Until someone pulled one of the guys away by the collar.

♡. Su-ho stepped between you and them like it was instinct. His voice was calm, but the threat in it was real. The guys backed off quickly. You stood there stunned trying to mumble a ‘thank you.’ He just looked at you and said “Next time, call someone.”

♡. After that, he checked in on you sometimes. At first, it was just bumping into each other, short conversations at the bus stop or convenience store. Soon enough (with much of his insisting) you exchanged numbers.

♡. You didn’t talk much in public and he didn’t push. But when you started texting him late at night, that’s when he noticed you really opened up. You’d send long messages about your thoughts, your day, little rants. Su-ho never minded: he replied with dry sarcasm, subtle encouragement, and sometimes quiet teasing.

♡. He’s actually the calm one while studying, while you get frustrated or distracted. If you start pouting or sighing, Su-ho leans back, smirking. “Want me to do it for you?” You glare at him and tell him no. But he always slides a snack over or taps his pencil against your paper to keep you on track. Sometimes, he pretends he’s not watching but always notices when you’re overwhelmed and stands up, pulling you with him to go get some food for a little break.

♡. With time, you start seeking him out. Sitting close, leaning into him, letting your guard down completely. Su-ho never rushed you. He’s patient, waiting for you to come to him when you need comfort. When you do? He gives the softest affection, an arm around your shoulders, a hand on your knee, small distractions: “Let’s go get a bite to eat, I'll pay..”

♡. You don’t talk much in school or public, and he loves that he’s one of the only people you open up to. “You’re like a secret treasure” he once said with a smug smile. “Quiet outside, chaos inside.”

♡. One night when you were walking together after a long chat. You said something quiet but sweet “I’m really glad I met you.” He stopped walking, turned toward you with this unreadable look. Before you could ask what's wrong, without a word, he cupped your face and kissed you softly. Afterward, he just smiled and said “Took you long enough to say something nice.” You just stood in shock and flustered before giving him a small smile.

♡. The first time you held hands in public, you were tense  but he just squeezed your hand gently and walked like it was nothing.

♡. He loves wrapping an arm around you, especially when people stare or try to talk to you. It’s his way of saying they're with me. Back off.

♡. If you ever get flustered or shy, he teases you endlessly “Why are your ears red? Didn’t even say anything that sweet yet.”

♡. One night you were over at his place, after a long evening studying (mostly you trying to focus while he teased you). You were starting to doze off sitting upright, so Su-ho tugged you down next to him on the bed. “Come here,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. You froze, nervous, but he kissed your forehead and closed his eyes like it was the most natural thing in the world. Soon enough you fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

♡. Anyone who messes with you gets a stare that could freeze fire. Su-ho doesn’t yell, he simply makes people uncomfortable enough to back off. He watches your body language constantly. He’ll nudge you toward safety, step between you and strangers, or pull you away from overwhelming situations without needing a word. He doesn’t start fights but he will finish them if someone hurts you.

♡. When Su-ho gets jealous He doesn't get loud or pouty. Instead, he freezes. His jaw tightens, his eyes sharpen, and he goes completely quiet. If someone’s getting too friendly with you in public, Su-ho doesn’t say anything, but he stands close, brushing his arm against yours or grabbing your bag like he’s claiming you silently.

♡. Later, he’ll casually drop a comment like: “You seemed really into that conversation,” with a neutral tone that’s obviously not neutral. When you reassure him (nervous and sweetly confused), he finally lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and mutters something like “I know. Still didn’t like it.”

♡. You however, don’t say anything either: you just go even quieter. Stiff. A little cold. Su-ho notices right away, especially when you don’t meet his eyes. “What’s with the silent treatment?” he teases, then softens when he sees the look on your face. If a girl was laughing a little too close to him, Su-ho turns back to you, lifts your chin gently, and says in a low voice, “You’re the only one who gets this version of me. You know that, right?” That always calms the storm inside you.

♡. You don’t fight often, but when you do it’s mostly because of misunderstandings or hurt feelings left unspoken. Su-ho’s sharp words + your silence = tension. But neither of you likes staying mad. You’re the one who breaks down first, whispering, “I just didn’t know what to say.” Su-ho softens instantly. He cups your cheek, sighing. “Then just say anything. Don’t shut me out.” The makeup usually ends in quiet forehead kisses and lingering hugs. He always holds you longer after a fight.

♡. Once, someone hurt your feelings badly. You didn’t tell Su-ho. he found out anyway. You never saw him so furious. “Give me their name,” he said, dead serious. You stopped him, but it meant the world that he was ready to fight for you. He might not say I love you every day, but you feel it in every protective gesture, every quiet hug, every calm whispered.

♡. One day you sat between Su-ho’s legs, cleaning the cut on his brow, frustration building with each dab. “You could’ve been seriously hurt” you snapped, eyes stinging. “I hate seeing you like this. I…I love you, idiot.” Su-ho froze, then gently cupped your cheek, eyes soft. “Say it again.” You did, and he kissed you: slow and tender, before whispering, “I love you too. I’m sorry I scared you.”

Taglist: N/A Header Creator’s: @saradika-graphics

[myraniellejkelly]

WHC boys reacting to you reaching their phone part 1

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Content includes: Basically everything is fluff in this case and language.

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𝗬𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗶-𝗲𝘂𝗻

You were at his room in watching him studying all the time, before you approach. Your boyfriend seem to feel tired and even he rubbed his eyes, looking down blankly at the paper for a moment.

You saw his phone at the side of his desktop, while he was going to fall asleep and that his eyes are going to shut.

You came sneaking around in stealing his phone but when you know it, he completely snatch it away from you as Sieun was alerted.

“What are you doing?”

He looks at you in the eyes, coldly.

“Are you trying to steal my phone?”

You awkwardly smile as he makes the most intensive gaze, that you don’t seem to figure it out if he is mad or just completely confused.

“I uhh… I was going to burrow your phone for a moment,” as you nervously laugh.

“You could’ve just ask, Y/N, instead of stealing it from me.”

“I’m sorry, you know I’m just trying to play games with you,” you laugh. Placing your hand towards his face.

Sieun sighs and look down for a moment to process, his eyes seem upsetting but those eyes makes you think he was kind of adorable. He move your hand away from his face, then he place his phone to your palm as you smile and walked away. Leaving him to think back and rub his eyes, tiredly sighing until that smile curled up a little.

𝗔𝗵𝗻 𝗦𝘂-𝗵𝗼

Watching a damn TV and eat his snacks, while resting against his shoulder but at some point as you turn down, to his phone on the table.

He put his chips on the table as well as you move your head off his shoulder, you look at his phone then to your boyfriend as you slowly grab his phone.

Suho thought you were going for his chips, which indeed he snatch it away from you and you were caught off guard from him.

“What the fuck was that?”

Then he shushes you and whispered you: “You’re ruining the movie, babe.”

You seem offended by his words but at the same time feeling so much confusion over him.

“I was ju—”

He shushes you and so you shut your mouth as you took his phone out, in checking the time and even his lock screen picture as you slowly smile and laugh. Which again, you were being shushed and interrupt in what you guys been watching in the TV.

𝗢𝗵 𝗕𝗲𝗼𝗺-𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗸

He was wiping his wet hair with a towel and you made food for each one of you, while he put on his glasses and smile at you.

“Thank you.”

As you two had dinner together, eventually you turn to his phone who’s at his side.

You took his phone instant, leaving him watching you taking it as you smile and check his phone, eventually going through his phone gallery while he stare at you silently.

You notice him.

“Beomseok?”

Your boyfriend slowly smiles at you, resting his head towards his knuckles.

“You’re beautiful.”

Beomseok doesn’t care about that, it’s only your gaze that matters to him. You turn red and felt like you’re embarrassed over little things he said, made you want to hit him in the back of his head, so you did.

“Ow!”

You gasp as you put down his phone on the table, and check on him as repeatedly apologize.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!”

Then he started laughing happily at you as he held both of your hands with a smile. “It’s okay and I’m okay,” he said, “and I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too.”

𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂 | 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗛𝘂-𝗺𝗶𝗻

You were at his father’s restaurant, completely silent and awkward while your boyfriend eats like a wild animal, fleshing out the crust of the chicken with his bare hands, even licked the mark off his fingers.

So much it had left you to wonder, on how the heck did he bite it off in just one go?

While he is at it, you haven’t move a slight towards your chicken.

But for a moment, you just laugh instead and begin to gently peel off the chicken, and eat it slowly.

Then you turn to his phone beside him, so you slowly come and reach for his phone. But so sudden Baku thought you were taking another one from his chicken.

He moved his plate away from you quickly, “Hey, you got your own chicken in your plate, missy!”

You heavy sigh, “I was just trying to reach for your phone and take pictures of you.”

“Ohh…”

Then he clean his fingers and that made you a little repulse, with his greasy hands filled with chicken dust. Baku passes his phone to you and you bow your head down, then take it as you murmur, “Eugh… gross…”

But I guess, he was your boyfriend after all, you just seem to care about how he does. It doesn’t matter, you just love anyways as you took a picture of him.

“3… 2… 1… cock-a-doodle-do!”

“Cock-a-doodle-do!”

You snap a funny picture of your boyfriend’s face.

𝗚𝗼 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻-𝘁𝗮𝗸

Well, he was looking through pictures of you in his photo gallery from his phone. Laying down towards your chest while eating a goddamn sweet snack, you were smiling at him and caressed his hair, then suddenly you came for his phone as Gotak came alerted from your hand.

Thinking you were about to snatch his sweet snack as he quickly move out of the bed, hiding his sweet snack from the behind and knowing that he used his phone as some kind of weapon.

You slowly move out of the bed and raised your hand out slowly, walking towards him but he stands back.

“Honey, what the hell are you doing, you look like you just seen a ghost?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he said, but you thought about the phone he was talking, but it was his damn snack full of treats he spoke of. “How would a foolish guy like me, would be trick by a wonderful woman of my life?”

“Uhh… Gotak?”

“Let me make this clear to you, lady, I pay this treat for myself and I ain’t sharing no food.”

“Eh?” you tilted your head in confusion.

“Don’t come more step, this is mine, this is the only thing I had instead you keep eating everything.”

“Oh that…” you start to laugh then come near to him.

“Back! Back!”

Then you took his phone from his hand.

“Ahem… the phone I was about to took, not your snack.”

Gotak went silent.

While you laughed, “God, very overreacting in melodrama. What is this, you like more than your girlfriend now? Wow, how greedy of you.”

He heavily sigh and his hands place towards your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

You scoffs and smile, lifting your eyebrow at him.

“You know… I’m not mad at you,” then you slowly touched the bag of treats from his hand. “You know I love you unless—”

“Oh you—”

You stole his snack and run away, laughing happily at him.

“That’s the only snack I pay for, damn it!”

You stick your tongue out at him.

𝗦𝗲𝗼 𝗝𝘂𝗻-𝘁𝗮𝗲

You two were on a little date, eating tteokbokki as each one of you feed each other, then you two smile while your guys’ mouth were full.

You start swallowing up the bits while he ate his leftovers, his phone was far meters away from you likely because you sat beside him.

So you were trying to reach his phone then Juntae notice as he grab his phone, and pass it to you while you were eating the last one from your plate.

You took it and began taking selfie each other as you guys’ cheeks are full like chickmunks.

[xxdragonspadesxx]

MHA Headcannons that Headcanoned so hard, we thought they were part of Canon (also nostalgic stuff we see across fics)

*Potential Spoiler Warning for both anime and manga*

Shoto is a conspiracy theorist

Detective Tsukauchi has a lie detector quirk (he doesn’t but his sister Makoto has one)

Kirishima has 2 moms

Fanon Eri

Kirishima calls Bakugou

“Bakubro” and Mina calls him “Bakubabe”

The Bakusquad and Dekusquad

Dabi’s fear of heights

Dabihawks and their fanon backstory (childhood friends au) before the canon reveal

Dabi’s Ice Quirk (this actually did become canon lol!)

Dabi being Toya Todoroki (also became canon)

Ground Zero

Ochako being the only one Bakugou calls by name

Dabi is emo

Aizawa and Present Mic adopting Eri

Present Mic calling his students “Little Listeners”

Teka Todoroki (YA'LL REMEMBER HER?!?)

Dad For One

All For One being akin to a potato

All Might being akin to a sunflower

“Presentation Michael”

Hawks being a crackhead

Hawks calling kids/students “chicklets”

Anti-Bullying Assembly

Mitsuki and Inko being good friends (they don’t interact a lot in canon)

Inko being a lawyer

Shinsou being a coffee addict + sleep deprived

Aizawa and Present Mic adopting Shinsou

The Izuku and Tomura cousin/sibling theory

League of Villain (and Hawks) shenanigans + found family (It’s canon now fight me)

Decay not being Shigaraki’s original quirk and his dry skin being a side effect (became canon)

Shigaraki and the chapstick jokes

“Handjob”

The League of Villains all living together in a bar

Izuku having the All For One quirk

The quirkless red shoe theory

Mamagiri (though technically, if you look at the MHA games, it can be argued–so pretty sure it is canon in its own way)

Dabi stealing Endeavor’s credit card

Villain Rehab

Best Jeanist being a parental figure towards Hawks

Corrupt HPSC (canon)

Aizawa’s, Oboro’s, Present Mic’s, Midnight’s, and Tensei’s friendship back in U.A

The nickname “problem Child” (we saw it once and ran with it)

Dabi likes cold soba (canon)

Dabi hating the color red (could possibly be canon based on the Ultra Age Fanbook)

Dabi crashing on Hawks’ couch

HPSC training child soldiers (canon)

The Todoroki In-Laws

Aoyama being the all-knowing and constantly breaking the fourth wall (we know the truth now)

U.A Traitor Kaminari

Bakugou Gordan Ramsey

Bakugou constantly showing up to Izuku’s class in the future (this is new)

Bakugou’s parents are fashion designers

Yoichi Shigaraki being a Gen-Z (shoutout to anyone who knows the legendary fic)

Dabi having motion sickness (this is canon)

Hawks and Dabi (Toya) as childhood friends/HPSC classmate theory (remember that iconic comic?)

Izuku, Bakugou, and Shoto being the top 3 heroes in that order

Mr. Compress being Kurogiri’s co-parent

Shigaraki being an Eraserhead fanboy (canon)

Dr. Unjiko having stole Izuku’s quirk

That one nomu being Dr. Ujiko’s grandchild (Izuku’s childhood bully)

Dadzawa (canon)

Shigaraki playing and naming the League after LOL (canon)

All those Twitter based au’s/fics

Geten is a Himura (canon)

Dabi’s Phoenix Quirk

And that's all! Pretty sure there's more but I can't remember them at the moment.

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[svetamillss]

Headcanons: You suffer from ADHD🌷

Featuring: Yeon Si Eun x Reader(f)

Warnings: English is not my native language, there may be errors in the description of the diagnosis.

• You were the complete opposite of each other. He is a quiet and introverted guy who loves silence very much, you suffered from ADHD. His two friends even asked the question how you were able to meet and start dating, but you decided not to explain anything to them, because the questions will still remain.

• Yes, it was difficult for him with you. Even very much. You were a terribly emotional girl. Your mood changed literally every ten minutes, Si Eun did not have time to adapt to one, as everything changed dramatically by 180 degrees. You didn't even understand why you were angry or crying and it made him even harder.

- Did I do something wrong? - he asked in a calm tone, seeing you crying, and he only had time to say hello to you and ask how your day went.

- I DON'T KNOW!! - you shouted, all he had to do was stay calm and not react too aggressively to your screams. Sometimes it was hard for him, but he knew it wasn't your fault.

•You had big problems with your studies, no, you were a smart girl, but because you couldn't concentrate, your grades went downhill. Si Eun tried to explain the topics and help you do your homework, of course you could chat about other things, get up several times and twin different directions. All he had to do was exhale and wait patiently for you to pay attention again.

• It's very difficult for you to communicate with your peers. We can say that your boyfriend replaced your friend as well. He knew about it, so he didn't make you walk with his friends in a large company. Although they asked why you didn't all walk together, he didn't answer, because you asked for it, because you were shy of your diagnosis.

• You often thought that you were unworthy of him, and very often cried in front of him about it. He did not know how to express his feelings correctly, it was difficult for him to say thousands of words about love and support, but instead he would listen to your cries, not turn away, and then silently hug you, gently stroking your back. This is enough for you to understand that he likes you the way you are.

• Because of the diagnosis, your sleep and appetite are disturbed, you suffer from insomnia and can eat only once a day, he is not happy with this, because he is worried about your health, so he tries to keep an eye on you, he does not force you to eat or sleep, he does it carefully and gradually, making it clear that there is nothing to worry about if you do not succeed the first time.

• He always walks you to school and meets you after school. Your classmates know what your boyfriend is like when he's angry, so they've stopped bothering you. He'll never let anyone hurt you and is ready to kill anyone who hurts you or laughs at your health problems.

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

omegaverse thought:

even in settings where alphas are dominant, it could be well known that there are certain scenarios where omegas are not to be crossed. not if you value your peace of mind. or various pieces of your body.

force your way into an omega's nest? you fool. you absolute nugget. that omega will turn from happy purring to a whirlwind of deadly claws and rending teeth faster than you can say "oh f-"

put a hand on a nursing omega's pup without knowing it's fine? "there are no alphas around, its fine." lol. lmao even. as if the alpha can save you from an omega that's protecting their pup. you should know better, idiot.

"how dare that omega not cater to my request specifically! i'm the most important person in the room!" do you want rumors spread about you? are you doing a "never get a date again" speedrun? cause that's where you're headed.

just...omegaverse settings where you ignore the power of omegas at your own peril. including settings where "you fight like an omega" says something about focus or determination.

(used omegas for the example here, but I'm very in support of this applying to betas as well! regardless to if you give your betas unique traits or not, they're still people. still members of a species whose greatest abilities include creativity, endurance, and social bonds.

a single asshole alpha can and should have their life ruined by a group of driven betas with the desire to do so. the less likely it looks, the more interesting it gets!)

[cheesynachosworld]

trans boy sieun real he personally told me this

[zapreportsblog]

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.