#girls just wanna have fun influences his gender for the next 4 minutes

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sorry to transgender Craig Cuttlefish enjoyers but I think it is objectively at its funniest when he is cis. transgender octopus and his world's most well meaning cis boyfriend.

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Nev, Max, Help!-Nate Jacobs Oneshot

Requested: Yes

Warnings: aggressiveness and rudeness from Nate and a brief panic attack scene

A/N: The reader is gender neutral since the requester did not specify what they wanted and I did not want to disrespect the storyline from the show. Also, it’s a long one. 

  For once, Amy Winehouse’s low, melancholy voice did nothing to soothe my nerves as I typed what I was looking for in the designated box. “Love is a Losing Game” was definitely not the best song for the mood but I loved her voice so much; it was like a really messed up security blanket for me. My thumbs shook as I kept typing and quickly deleting my words. 

  Someone to have fun with.

  No, that’ll bring every single creep to my profile.

  Someone to watch Netflix with.

  Ew, no, they won’t want to go anywhere or do anything. 

  Someone to discuss Maya Angelou with...

  This could go one of two ways: attract a sensitive, nice person or the ultimate softboi who was really just an f-boy in a sensible cardigan.

    Okay, Y/N, just add to it.

   ...and have adventures, great conversations, and watch the best movies.

   That seemed broad enough and, potentially, weeded out all the weirdos. Patti Stanger would approve of this. I took such a deep breath that I could feel the oxygen in my feet as I pressed the green check mark. An adorable buffering sign appeared before being quickly replaced by a CONGRATULATIONS, Y/N/N, ON COMPLETING YOUR PROFILE. 

   The air came out of me slowly, like a balloon, and I tried to make myself relax as I swiped through different matches. One person was too short, the other too tall, another had way too many pictures with reptiles in his profile, and one’s bio simply read: DM and you’ll find out. 

  Serial killer much?

  “That’s part of your problem, Y/N,” Jules had chastised me a few day prior.

 “What do you mean by ‘part’?” I’d replied.

 “Well, for one, you barely leave the house anymore unless I drag you out,” Jules argued.

  “I’m busy,” I’d defended. 

  “Rewatching Breaking Bad for the eighth time does not count as being busy. Plus, you’re so picky.”

  “Am not!” 

  “You said you’d only do DiCaprio in his Great Gatsby days,” Rue had added.

  “Did you see him in that suit?” 

  Jules then shrugged. “All I’m saying is if you aren’t careful, you will end up all alone.”

  “That’s not true, Y/N might get cats.” 

  That conversation had haunted me since and had driven me to making a dating profile after the required Saturday night family dinner. While my parents and brother were downstairs watching a movie, I was holed up in my room, cringing and regretting accepting any chat requests. 

   Half an hour on the app caused the images of various male genitalia to be burned into my mind. I would need my brain soaked in holy water for it to be erased. I huffed and kept scrolling, vainly hoping and wishing for a decent guy to pop up on my radar.

  Maybe Jules and Rue were wrong. Maybe I had all the right in the world to be picky, I thought harshly to myself. 

  I dropped my phone on my nightstand and flopped against my pillows as Me and Mr. Jones began playing. I sighed and felt myself being lulled into the comforting abyss Amy created. 

   Ding!

   I jumped out and glared at the source of the noise. Another chat request, another picture to ruin my young brain? 

  “Be positive, Y/N, this might be good,” I stated as I grabbed the phone. 

  Tyler wants to chat!

   I frowned and opened up the app, only to be met with the most sculpted six-pack I had ever seen. My heart began banging against my chest and my thumbs fumbled for a moment to answer the chat request. 

  Whoosh. 

  My stomach dropped as I stared at my first chat to Tyler: Shg.ismtle

  I’m. Going. To. Die. Alone.

  I quickly typed: Please ignore that, I’m so sorry!

  Seconds later, my phone dinged.

  Tyler: Really? I thought you were trying to send me a secret code and I liked that we were that cool already.

  This was not real, this could not be happening. Tyler had to be a bot, that was why he didn’t show his face in his profile. Bots were supposed to have a hard time recognizing and creating faces, right? 

   But, on the off chance Tyler was real, it would have been rude to leave the conversation so abruptly? 

   Y/N: Who knows? Maybe it was a secret code and I’m just testing you.

   Tyler: Ok, let me guess what it means.

   Tyler: Hi? 

   Y/N: Haha, you really thought I’d use such a simple code as a first message?

   Tyler: It’s my bad for underestimating u. I should have known u were smarter since you read Maya Angelou.

  Y/N: U a fan? 

  Tyler: “You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.” 

  He knows Angelou? He could have Googled a quote though. Still, it’s a good quote to use if he had Googled it.

   Y/N: Nice, but, doesn’t get u out of the guessing game.

   As Tyler helplessly guessed wrong for several minutes, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I used to think online dating was a last resort or a breeding ground for predators. But, maybe there were decent people looking for something (or someone) meaningful after all. 

  Tyler: I give up, you’re really good. 

  Y/N: Thx. But, I can tell you what I meant to say. 

  Tyler: The suspense is srsly kiilling me. 

  Y/N: I meant 2 say hey.

  Tyler: I guessed that!

   Y/N: No, u guessed ‘hi’, there’s a difference.

  Tyler: C’mon, barely.

   For the rest of the night, Tyler and I chatted. He told me that he plays baseball at a school across town and he doesn’t like anyone around there. He liked John Mulaney stand-up, lemon bars, going to the gym, hanging out with his friends, and reading good books. He was an only child and his parents tended to spoil him. I told him about my friends and how I liked being on the swim team at my school as well as the different YouTubers and books I enjoyed. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of talking to him. 

   On Monday, Jules and Rue were hanging out outside the school as other people either headed to class or relaxed on the lawn. I could not stop my feet from bouncing as I walked up to them.

   “...and that is why Sailor Mercury is the most underrated character of the whole show,” Jules affrimed. 

   Rue seemed halfway interested as her head nodded slowly underneath the hood of her burgundy hoodie. “Cool, all I asked was who’s your favorite but, cool.” 

   Jules rolled her eyes playfully and straightened up when she saw me. “Hey, Y/N, nice shirt.” 

  “Thanks.” I wore a sky blue tie dye shirt with ripped jeans and white Converse.

  Rue leaned forward and squinted at me. “You’re not wearing black, something’s wrong.” 

  “Nothing’s wrong, she’s obviously been influenced by me!” Jules teased as she wrapped a slim arm around my shoulders.

  “Yeah, you can only hang out with this literal rainbow human so long before she starts influencing your outfit choices.”

  We started heading inside, which was really just Jules and me dragging Rue into the building.

   “But I don’t wanna be here. It’s so stupid that I have to wait six more months before I can legally decide where I spend my time,” Rue muttered.

  “It’s fine, you have us!” Jules insisted.

   “Yup!” I agreed.

  “Hey, Y/N, Rue, Jules!” Cassie greeted as she sidled up next to me. 

  We all greeted her.

  “Have a good weekend?” Rue asked. 

  “Yeah, there was this great party that Nick Davis threw. I swear, everyone there was on acid.” Cassie stopped herself and bit her bottom lip. “Sorry---” 

   Rue shook her head. “It’s fine.”

  “How were yours?” Cassie asked as we continued to our lockers. 

  “Fine,” Jules said.

  Rue shrugged in response.

  I opened my mouth to reply when my phone beeped and I wrestled it out of my pocket. 

  Tyler: Is it 2 late 4 a good morning text? 

  I smiled. 

  “You’re so cheesy,” I muttered under my breath. 

  “Who’s that?” Cassie asked, peeking over my shoulder.

   I jumped and cradled my phone to my chest like it was my child. “No one.” 

   Jules pulled open her locker and cocked a bleached eyebrow. “‘No one’ does not cause huge smiles like that!” She jabbed a sparkly-manicured finger at me. 

  “Yeah, show us,” Rue said. “We are your friends.” 

  “It’s nothing,” I insisted as I weaved around them. 

  I pushed myself against my locker and managed to open it with my free hand. Rue was on one side of me and Cassie was on the other. 

  “Is it a boy?” Cassie sang.

  “Or a girl?” Rue questioned.

  “It’s none of your business,” I gritted out as I grabbed my necessary books. 

  As I shuffled the books in my arms, Jules came from behind and slipped my phone away from me. I gasped, whirled around, and watched as Rue tried to look at the phone while Cassie playfully blocked me.

  “Guys, this is not cool! This is such a serious invasion of privacy,” I argued as I tried to move around Cassie.

  “We’re besties, there’s no such thing as privacy!” Jules retorted. 

  “Wow, Y/N, these are so----” Jules cut Rue off.

  “Adorable!” Jules squealed and turned to face me.

  Cassie took the opportunity to glance at my phone and she smiled. “Aw, this Tyler guy sounds so sweet.” 

  I snatched my phone from Jules. “Well, now you know. Can we please go to class now?” 

  As the other girls grabbed their things from their lockers, I got out my phone to reply to Tyler.

  Y/N: It’s never too late...until noon technically.

   Somehow, I started wandering away from the girls until I ran into someone. I tried to jump away, but they grabbed me by the forearms.

  “I am so sorry, I should have looked where I was going---” I stopped speaking when I recognized Nate’s direct gaze on me. I was pretty tall but I always felt like he could throw me into the lockers if he wanted to.

  “Watch it, Y/N,” he muttered. 

  “Nate, let go of them,” Maddy chided, her hand resting against one of his arms. 

  She seemed to have the magic touch because he relaxed and I joined my friends. As the couple continued down the hallway, I couldn’t help but admire them. In a very messed up way, they worked. Kat had told me only a little about what Nate would do whenever Maddy upset him and I felt so bad for her, angry at him, and then conflicted. Nate just had to have that stereotypical amazing all-American look.

  “You okay, Y/N?” Cassie asked.

  “Yeah, is it weird that I can still feel his eyes on me even when he’s not looking?” I asked. 

  “No, his need for dominance permeates everyone’s sense of autonomy,” Rue assured.

  “Nice,” Jules said. 

  “And scary accurate,” Cassie added. 

  Jule looped her arm with mine and steered us in the direction of our first classes. “Anyway, if he tries anything, I’m sure Tyler would gladly kick his butt for you.” 

   Throughout the day, Tyler and I chatted and I even had to get creative with responding. In English, I kept my head down during quiet reading time and made sure my phone was positioned just right in my lap. During geometry, I told Mrs. Packer that I was having some digestive issues and spent most of the class outside the bathroom, texting Tyler. At lunch, I could barely focus on my friends’ conversation.

   “Hello, Earth to Y/N?” Lexi waved her hand in front of my face and I blinked.

   “Sorry, I was----”

   “Texting her boooyfriiiend,” Jules sang.

   “He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just talking.” I started poking at my sandwich. “What did I miss?” 

  “Oh, nothing, just the fact that I nearly blew up the school during chem,” Cassie said. 

  “Magnesium chloride isn’t an explosive,” Lexi argued. 

  “Well, the tube overflowed and everyone was freaking out,” Cassie argued.

  “Yeah, because magnesium chloride can have bad side effects,” Lexi continued.

   “I wonder what would happen if the school exploded and we weren’t all here? Would they have to give us our diplomas?” I thought outloud.

  “Ooh, and I could go to fashion school early!” Jules cheered. 

  “I’d be happy not coming here anymore,” Rue admitted. 

  It was quiet for a moment as we all ate but that quiet was broken when Maddy yelled.

  “WHO ARE YOU TEXTING?”

  I couldn’t help myself but look. Maddy was standing behind Nate, who was sitting with his teammates at the center table. Bebe and Kat flanked Maddy a little behind. Everyone stared at them. Nate’s jaw tightened. 

  “Maddy, calm down,” his relaxed, controlled voice nearly echoed in the silent cafeteria. 

  “DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! YOU’VE BEEN ON YOUR PHONE ALL DAY!” she snapped. 

  “Maddy---” 

  “ARE YOU TEXTING OTHER GIRLS?” Maddy shouted.

  “Can we talk about this somewhere else?” Nate asked. 

  Maddy sighed. “Are you gonna let me see your phone?”

  “Maddy, we need to talk.” 

  “Don’t talk to me again.” 

  Before Nate could respond, Maddy dumped the contents of her lunch tray over his head and threw the tray aside. Kat and Bebe followed her as she strutted out of the cafeteria amid the shocked gasps. 

   “I’m gonna go check on her,” Cassie whispered.

  We all nodded and she quietly exited the room. As I stared at Nate, the supposed king of the school, drenched in soggy salad and fat-free milk, I wondered why he could never stay broken up with Maddy. Their relationship was not just toxic, it was volatile. Their breakups were always public and outrageous, but they always ended up back together. No one questioned it either. I never understood why people could continue to choose relationship they knew was bad over pursuing something new. I told Tyler as much that night. 

   Y/N: It’s like those dogs that get killed by electric fences because they keep walking into them.

  Tyler: U have a good point, but, that couple’s relationship is more complicated than u think. 

  Y/N: Probably, but, it doesn’t look that way. They hurt each other a lot.

  Tyler: How do u know? 

   Y/N: Bc I’ve seen it. I don’t mean 2 b judgy, but, I could never be in a relationship like that. 

  Tyler: Well, I don’t think anyone would b if they knew it would b bad. 

  Y/N: Good point. But, why would they get back together so much? 

  Tyler: Idk them, but, it could b bc it’s familiar and it’s what they know.

  Y/N: Still, it’s messed up.

 Tyler: Yeah, but I don’t wanna talk abt them anymore.

 Y/N: K, what do u wanna talk abt? 

  A few seconds later, Tyler sent me a picture so graphically beautiful that I was convinced I passed out.

 The next day, I showed Rue and Jules the picture during break time.

 “Holy crap!” Jules took my phone and leaned into it for closer inspection. 

 “Tyler is packing,” Rue agreed. 

  Jules slid my phone back to me. “You haven’t replied to him?”    “No, and he hasn’t talked to me at all today.”

  “He’s probably expecting a reply that’s similar to what he sent,” Rue said.

  My face warmed up. “I can’t send him nudes,” I hissed.

  “Why not? It’s like the greeting cards of our generation,” Jules stated.

  “Really? You’d send your grandparents a greeting card of your naked body?” I replied sarcastically.

  “Relax, if you’re uncomfortable, we can help you,” Jules assured.

  “We can?” Rue asked.

  “We can.” Jules gave her a look and Rue relaxed. 

  “It’s still weird, but, I guess you guys can come over after school.”

  “Sweet! Your mom still bakes cookies for you after school, right?” Jules asked.

  I nodded.

  “She might stop once she learns her darling favorite older child is sending nudes,” Rue snorted as she spoke.

  I recoiled in my seat, taking a second to bask in the sun’s warmth. “Don’t remind me.” 

  After swim practice, once my teammates left the locker room, I eyed my naked form in the mirror. I had nothing to be ashamed of, really, thanks to all the swimming, but, I just felt weird being naked in front of people. There was something so vulnerable about it, like, being on display in a museum or lying on a cold surgery table. But, online dating was supposed to get me out of my comfort zone and I’d found someone who’d made me feel comfortable enough to do it. With this resolve, I changed into a hoodie and some sweatpants and left the school. It was dusk and I typically walked home after practice since it wasn’t far. Plus, I’d told Jules and Rue to just go to my house after school. 

  The late breeze rippled past me and I dug my hands into my pants’ pockets as I started walking towards the parking lot. There was barely anyone around, except stoners hotboxing their cars, some couples making out, and dance team members and football players getting out of practice.

  I kept my head down as I maneuvered around the few cars and people around. It felt like someone could spot what I was about to do once I got home and it was nervewracking. All I had to do was get home, let Jules make me look even better, take these pictures, and never thinking of it again.

   “Something on your mind, Y/N?” Nate called.

   I froze and snapped my head up to look at him. He was leaning against his truck, looking like a model for Ford in only a tshirt and jeans. Ford should hire him. 

   “No, not really,” I said. 

   I started to side step the truck, eyeing the sidewalk that was only a few yards away as though it was a lifeline. 

  “Get in,” Nate ordered.

  I paused and looked at him. “Excuse me?” 

  “I see you walking home all the time, let me do you a favor, one athlete to another.” Nate was about halfway in the driver’s seat of the car and all I could do was stare.

  “We’ve...never really talked before,” I stated. 

  “We can talk during the drive.” 

   I stepped back and my eyes flittered around, like the best decision would hit me in the face. Then, I saw Maddy across the lot. She was standing with a couple of dance team girls, including Cassie. She stared me down as though daring me to do it. I glanced from her to Nate, who started the engine loudly. 

   I quickly climbed into the passenger’s seat and stared into Maddy’s reflection in the rearview mirror as he pulled out of the parking lot. 

  “How do you know where I live?” I asked.

  “You forgot that I gave you a ride before?” Nate asked.

  “When?” 

  “After Cassie’s sweet sixteen. You blacked out, your friends were panicking, and I offered to take you home. For some reason, you remembered your address,” Nate recalled.

  “Oh, thanks?” 

  “Sure.” 

  We pulled up to my house a few minutes later, Lil Wayne bragging about his conquests filling the quiet. I hopped out of the truck and grabbed my bag. 

  “Thanks for the ride, this one, I mean, I owe you,” I said.

  “Yeah, see you around, Y/N.” 

  I closed the door and headed inside.

  “I’m home!” I called.

  My mom poked her head out from the kitchen. “Y/N, how was school and practice?” 

  “Fine.” 

  “Was that Nate Jacobs outside?” 

  I hesitated. 

  How did she know what Nate’s truck looked like?  “Yeah, he gave me a ride today.” 

  “Aw, isn’t that sweet? Rue and Jules are waiting for you in your room. They took the cookies with them.”  

  I nodded and went to my room. As soon as I walked in, they bombarded me with questions.

  “Why did Nate give you a ride?” Rue asked.

  “What did you guys talk about?” Jules inquired. 

  “Don’t you hate him?” 

  “He’s kind of a dick, but, unfortunately, super good looking.”

  “Did Maddy see?” 

  “Do you think she’s gonna kill you?” 

  “Guys, I don’t know but I do know that if you do not take amazing pictures of me with no clothes on soon, I will delete my entire profile,” I interrupted. 

  They both nodded. 

  “But, we will ask for details later,” Jules insisted.

  “Okay, but, please give me a cookie, I’ll need it to get through this.” 

  Rue extended the plate towards me and I bit into the melty goodness as Jules began doing my makeup. It was simple, only bringing out my best features. I made them both turn around as I undressed. Once I had, Jules encouraged me.

  “You look amazing, I would be shocked if he didn’t jizz in his pants,” Jules said.

  “Lower your voice, Y/B/N can only play Five Nights at Freddy’s so loud,” I hissed.

  Jules held her hands up and Rue direct me to lay on the bed, my phone held up in front of her.

  “Okay, look sexy,” Rue said.

  I tried to smolder, but, by their expressions, I did not achieve it.

  “No, like, pout your lips, like, you just heard that TheOdd1sOut is not uploading for a month,” Jules directed.

  “And give the camera bedroom eyes, you know, as though it’s Tyler.”

  “Okay.”    After a few pictures, I slowly got the hang of it and even started posing a little naturally.

  “Oh my gosh, Tyra is shook!” Jules cheered. 

 “Yeah, these are pretty good if I do say so myself.” Rue handed me my phone and I flipped through the pictures. 

  She was a talented photogrpaher and I joked that maybe she should go professional.

  “Yeah, I’m sure I’d have a nice clientele.” 

  I laughed as I changed back into my hoodie and sweatpants. “Okay, help me pick one to send.” 

  Jules took my phone and she and Rue began scrolling.

  “No, the lighting’s off in this one,” Jules muttered.

  “No, it’s never off in any of these,” Rue argued. 

  “I’m not shading your talent, I’m just trying to find the best thing for Y/N to send Tyler.” 

  After a little more bickering, we all agreed on the picture and I sent it to Tyler.

  “Should I follow it up with something?” I asked.

  “Maybe say ‘Wrong person’? Guys want what other guys want,” Jules suggested.

  “Or say ‘Sorry for the late reply’,” Rue added.

  “I’ll go with Rue’s, sorry, Jules.” 

  Jules shrugged. 

  I sent everything off and my friends and I watched as Tyler typed a response.

  Tyler: It was worth the wait ;).

  We squealed so loud that my mom yelled for us to keep it down. We apologized as we descended into a fit of giggles. Through it all, I could not help but feel so bouncy and light all over. Was I...falling for this total stranger? 

  “What do you think he looks like?” Jules asked during lunch later that week.

  I shrugged. “It’s different every day, if that makes sense.” 

  “I guess that’s the nice thing about interacting with someone who doesn’t show their face,” Jules thought outloud. 

  “How do you see him now?” Lexi asked. 

  I sighed. “Right now, I think he’s tall, six feet at least. He’s got a mix of blonde and brown hair like a surfer because it’s lightened from all the time he’s spent in the sun. He has green eyes, freckles, and he dresses well.” 

  “Sounds amazing,” Jules said as she rest her chin in her hand. 

  Rue nodded slowly. “You’re not nervous or anything?” 

  “No, this is so cheesy, but, I feel like I know him, you know? He’s so easy to talk to and has so much to say.”

  “Y/N’s blushing,” Jules teased. “Do you love him?” 

  “I really, really, really, like him.” 

  “Do you think you’ll meet soon?” Lexi asked.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know, neither of us has brought it up.”

  “Well, it just matters that you’re comfortable, okay?” Rue said.

  “Okay.” 

  If I was honest, I did not know if I wanted to meet Tyler. I knew that I liked him more than I liked anyone before, but, there was something strange about breaking this wall the internet provided us. It was freer to talk on the internet than it was in person. What if I said something stupid in front of him? What if he thought that I looked different in person? What if he looked different in person? 

  I managed to keep these thoughts at bay for the rest of the day until I got home. Post-dinner had been officially declared Talk to Tyler Time. None of my family knew what I was doing besides blasting Amy Winehouse in my room for about an hour. My laugh nearly overpowered her high note in “Best Friends, Right?”. I had to blink away my happy tears as I replied to him. 

  Y/N: That did not happen!  Tyler: Yes it did! Do u want 2 c the scar????

 Y/N: No, I think I’m good.

 I wiped away my tears and settled under the covers. I wondered if his friends would agree that Tyler gets into some weird situations as well. Just as I started typing, Tyler beat me.

 Tyler: I want 2 meet u.

 The speed that I launched my phone away from me almost shocked me more than the text.

  Almost.

  My heartbeat thrummed in my ears. This was it, I knew I couldn’t avoid him much longer, but, I felt like I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at my phone like it was the most offensive object in the world. Slowly, I regained mobility and grabbed my phone. I took a deep breath.

  “Take a chance, Y/L/N,” I whispered.

  Y/N: When and where?

    “You’re meeting him tonight?” Jules squealed the next day.

  I hushed her as people in the hallway paused to look at us. “Not so loud.”   “But this is so exciting. Please let me help you decide what to wear,” Jules pleaded with a pout. 

  “Sure,” I said. 

  Jules hugged me. “This is going to be so fun. I won’t go crazy with glitter since this is the first time you’re meeting this guy.” 

 “Thanks?” 

 “Do your parents know?” Rue asked.

 “No,” I replied as I slowly pulled away from Jules. “They’re coming Senior Night tonight, though. and I’m going to meet him at Mercy Park an hour before it ends.” 

 “Are you sure you even want to do this? I know that Jules and I tease you about your love life, but, this is risky,” Rue said. 

 “You weren’t saying that when you were helping me with those pictures the other day,” I shot back.

  “That was different. You’re...you’re actually meeting him now and he could be a psychopath or a sociopath or, just, a creepy old guy who likes to look at teenagers!” Rue insisted.

  “Rue, relax, everything’s going to be fine.”

  “You don’t know that!” She turned on her heel and hurried into the bathroom with Jules and I on her tail. 

  When we entered, Rue was leaning against the wall, panting and staring up at the ceiling. Jules and I approached her slowly as the girls who were in the bathroom quickly filed out. 

  “Rue, slow down your breathing,” I said slowly.

  “I...I can’t. You-you could get hurt or something and-and I would know about it an-and I-I couldn’t live with that!” Tears burst from her eyes as Rue began pacing and Jules and I were close but gave her room. 

  “Rue, Y/N is going to be okay, we both know what time she’ll be at the park. If anything happens, we’ll know the area she could be in,” Jules assured her.

  Rue shook her head and stopped in her tracks. Then, she looked between us helplessly before bowing her head and sobbing. Jules and I carefully hugged her and let her cry.

  “I’m sorry that I’m scared and I care about you and I don’t want you to get hurt,” Rue mumbled into my shirt.

  “It’s okay, I appreciate it. I really want to meet Tyler, though, and, I promise I will let you know if something happens, okay?” 

  Rue nodded and sniffled.

   It took Jules about an hour to make me look amazing. I had no idea my hair could be so fluffy and put together until she was done with it. She used eyeliner to make eyes look bigger and rounder and added sparkly lip gloss to make my lips look plumper. After she contoured and highlighted the best places she deemed that her work was done. My outfit, a fitted forest green long-sleeve shirt and fitted black pants with Jadons, was also approved by her.

  “Tell me everything later!” she insisted.

  Rue couldn’t join us since she had “prior commitments” but I texted her that I would let her know when I head to the park and when I leave. My nerves didn’t let me focus on the soccer game my parents insisted I joined them and my brother at. I couldn’t care less that the forward on one team got a yellow card or that the goalie on the other team made illegal blocks. I was practically buzzing with excitement and fear so much that I had to give my pretzel to Y/B/N. Finally, the third quarter arrived and I told my parents that I would meet them at home since I’d promised Lexi that I would help her with some homework. 

  Lexi wouldn’t mind being used for a lie this one time; it was an emergency.

  I tried to practice some calming deep breaths as I walked over to the park. The dark night sky provided a little bit of comfort to my walk. I wondered how different Tyler would look from the picture in my mind. I wondered if he thought I would look any different. Maybe (hopefully) it wouldn’t matter to either of us.

  Finally, I reached the park. It was empty, save for the oak trees scattered throughout the lush green scenery that seemed mysterious under the mooonlight. A few benches and wooden tables were around as well, but, Tyler and I had agreed to meet at the fountain which was further in the park. The breathing exercises had to have helped because I felt much more relaxed and I hoped that everything would go all right. 

   When I got to the fountain, there was a tall person facing it. All I could make out were dark clothes and broad shoulders. I took another deep breath and kept walking.

  “This is a nice spot, you have good taste,” I commented. 

  “I could say the same for you.” I stopped in my tracks as Nate slowly turned to face me. His face was unreadable but his eyes stayed on me. 

  “What? Wh-where’s Tyler?” I asked, my voice already hoarse. 

  Nate glanced down at his shoes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to talk to you.” 

  I shook my head. “No.” My vision got blurry but I could tell that Nate was looking up at me now. 

  “Just let me explain,” he requested softly. 

  He took a step towards me and I took two steps back .

 “I don’t wanna hear it. This....this is some sick joke to you or something?” 

 “No, never, Y/N, just listen to me.” 

 “I don’t want to!” The tears rolled down my cheeks and I swiped at them so hard that I thought I scratched myself. At least I could feel something because my heart felt numb. “You catfished me!” 

  “I just wanted to talk to you, I really do like you, Y/N. Tyler and I are the same, just different names,” Nate insisted, coming closer.

  For some reason, I didn’t move. I didn’t know if it was from emotional exhaustion or stress, but, I let him approach me. I kept shaking my head. 

  “No,” I hiccuped. 

  “I wanted to meet you tonight because I was tired of lying. I want to figure this, us, out,” Nate said.

  I sniffed. “Us?” 

  At that moment, I could actually see his face and Nate seemed so hopeful. There was a slight smile on his lips and his eyes seemed light for once. Maybe he wanted there to be an “us”. Maybe, despite all logic, he wanted to talk to me seriously and could not do it offline because of his reputation. Maybe, he was over the on-again-off-again situation with Maddy. Maybe, this was my chance, our chance.

  I wiped my face again, mentally cringing at how upset Jules would be for my ruining her masterpiece. 

  “Yeah, us.” Nate stepped closer to me, gently wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me into his chest.

  Gradually, my muscles relaxed and I relished in the feeling of his strong upper body and his warmth. Then, I began to feel pressure on my waist and gasped as it intensified. 

  “Nate, you’re...squeezing...too hard,” I rasped out. 

  And he started laughing, no, cackling. As he laughed, his grip tightened and I continued gasping and clawing at everything I could. 

  “Nate...stop!” 

  But he kept laughing and squeezing. When he finally released me, I looked up and saw nothing behind his eyes. Everything in me told me to run, but, I knew he could have easily caught up to me.

  “I really thought you were smarter than that, Y/N. C’mon, you couldn’t honestly think that I would do all this to be with you,” he sneered.

  “So why do it then?” I asked, my voice so small that I could have kicked myself for it. 

  Nate sighed and folded his arms. “Because you made it so easy and, to ask for a favor.” 

  “What? That makes no sense,” I argued. “I told you I owed you one that day you gave me a ride!” 

  “Yeah, well, I needed to make sure that you were available when I needed you.” 

  “Whatever, screw you,” I hissed as I pivoted on my heel. 

  “Too late for you, you’re already screwed.” Nate pulled out a folder from inside his jacket pocket. “Remember those special pictures you sent to Tyler? Well, they count as distribution of child pornography, which has a hefty fine and sentence.” 

   My mouth opened and closed several times before I faced him and responded. “But...but you held them, doesn’t that count towards possession? And, you’re extorting me!” 

  Nate glowered at me and stormed over. “Heresay, no solid evidence for your case. Plus, I’m a Jacobs, so, who are you kidding?” 

   I felt so sick to my stomach that I could have thrown up, fainted, or cried at that moment. This was not real, this could not be real.

   “What do you want?” I asked.

   “Like I said, just be available when I need you.” 

  “Fine.” 

  “Sorry, what was that?” He gripped my chin his hand and forced me to look up at him.

  “Okay,” I said softly.

  “Hmm.” His eyes scanned my face before he released me. “And if I ever hear you judging my relationship with Maddy again, these pictures are going to be the least of your concern.” 

  I nodded weakly, regretting every single thing I ever told him. Nate Jacobs was truly the devil. He wandered off into the night like a centurion leaving a victorious battle. It seemed like he always won. 

  I managed not to start crying until I was on the empty sidewalk. No, I sobbed so bad that my throat went dry. 

  How could I have been so stupid? I should have known it was him that day Maddy yelled at him for texting all day. 

  Stupid, stupid, stupid!

  My sobs continued as I grabbed my phone and texted Rue. 

  Y/N: U were right. 

[werevulvi]

Oh my god, what a day it's been! Detrans woman hanging around in the city core on a busy day. I've gotten more attention for looking like a gnc man during these 2-3 hours than I ever got for looking like a gnc woman during the total of my life up until today, and that's not an exaggeration. It was intense. Today's look was hyper feminine but with a beard stubble. To reiterate, I first went to the city during the afternoon and stopped by a hair salon to get my left ear pierced for drop-in. I went in there at the same time as two guys and the hair dresser greeted us while working on a third guy's hair. She exclaimed happily that she thought it was fun that 3 men where there at the same time, implying she usually only gets female customers. I just kept my mouth shut and nodded with a forced smile. I had to wait half an hour until it was my turn. One of the guys there gave me a lot of approving looks (kinda flirting? I dunno) and let me go before him. The hairdresser got very excited about that I picked the pink jewellery (was the only one that would match my ever so wine red and golden outfits) and then took me aside to a small room for piercing my ear. She was super sweet all along, but also noticably over-joyed by me. She gave me a bag of easter candy (which she didn't give any of the guys), gave me a hug and said congratulations. Thanks... for the candy I guess? Oh I dunno. I paid and went my merry way. Onwards to the lgbt cafe event which was my reason for going to the city. Thus far no one's ever really talked about anything actually lgbt related there, expect from some have talked about their same sex partners. But this time there was a new person there and she brought up my looks after she had talked about her trans son for a bit (who was also there, but clearly uninterested in participating in any discussion). And she asked me if I had changed to my current outfit upon arriving at the cafe or if went like that from my home. I told her went like that and she said that must require a lot of confidence. Oh yeah, it sure does. So we talked a bit about me but I didn't say I'm detrans or a lesbian and it became just about what I appear like on the surface without even mentioning genders. I didn't wanna make the conversation super personal and didn't know what to say either. Talking about detransing in Swedish without using a whole bunch of English terms that no one's heard of, bio sex and genitals, is a damn challenge! So mostly I just don't say anything about it. But I had a good time at the cafe. It was good conversation, and the pecan pie was good. When that was over I went back to the city core to spend an hour just waiting for the bus. Well that's just what it's like living on a small island. It could be worse, I guess. At least there is a bus. It was warm enough to sit on a bench outside, so I did that while chain-smoking cause I was bored. However, several strangers took turns in keeping me company. First there was two guys (around 20 years old) walking past me. One of them said "you're sexy" and I thought that was awkward so I just said "thanks." The other guy said to the first guy somewhere behind my back: "Don't you see she has a beard?" to which I had a hard time containing my laughter, so it became a half suffocated giggle. I mean, that's what I thought was awkward. Then that other guy kept circling me, asking random questions about my clothes, shoes, jewellery, nail polish, my phone, where I lived, as well as my name. I told him my name's Laura. He had a few other guys in his company that stared at me while also circling me but they didn't say anything. I think they went and came back 3 or 4 times, and each time that same guy kept bombarding me with questions that I barely even got the time to answer. I kept calm and not defensive. His tone was kind and non-threatening, and I was fine with it, but after a while I started getting a bad feeling about it. Like if they planned on doing something bad. But soon after I got that bad feeling they left and didn't come back. A short moment after that, a small group of young teens walked up to me, 3 boys and one girl. The boys started talking to me while the girl strayed off, saying the girl had said "fucking trans" to me, but that they were totally supportive of me. One of them said "Everyone can be however they want." They then left and came back again another moment later. One of them said to me, as I was smoking a cigarette: "It's bad to smoke" to which I said: "There's a lot that's bad here in life." "That's so fucking deep, in just three words" he replied back, then asked if he could borrow my lighter. "Sure" I said. Then they wanted me to help them light a cigarette, and I said okay. Then the girl said: "They're 12 years old!" to which I shrugged and said I've bad influence. Then helped the boy light his cigarette. The girl, who didn't look much older (maybe 14 or 15) asked if she could borrow my lighter too. Sure. I calmly asked her: "Did you say 'fucking trans' to me?" to which she responded: "No, I asked if you're trans." "Oh, okay" I said. After that I was mostly alone on that bench, just looking around at the neon signs on the buildings and the doves flying around, bored out of my skull. Was some 30 minutes left to wait. When I had gotten to the bus station, I ended up standing right next to a few elderly people who may have been drunk, or just strange. One of them, a man walked up to me and asked: "Are you a guy?" I hesitated for a moment, knowing what I looked like and how complicated it is to explain the truth... so I lied. "Yes" I said, as I felt a weight in my chest. The man then stretched out his hand to greet me and I again had to think, before I introduced myself as John, my old male name. The weight in my chest sank. He told me, hesitantly, that he thought I still looked nice while gazing my outfit. He was friendly and totally non-threatening, and seemed intrigued by me. An elder woman who obviously knew the guys talked to me a bit too. She looked rather peculiar too and kept shouting at the guy, with the hoarsest voice I've ever heard from an actual person, to shut the fuck up whenever he talked to his friend. It was vaguely amusing. I didn't like lying about my sex or using my old name like that, but I was just too tired to cause hassle, and knowing people don't ever believe I'm female, I figured that what he asked was not actually a question... but a statement. And my lie was just me merely playing along, cause it was the easiest option."Can't I just get back home already, I'm so fucking tired" I thought to myself while waiting for the bus for those last 5 minutes. Eventually I did, and now I'm definitely exhausted. I didn't know that just going in to the city for a piercing and a meeting at the lgbt cafe would turn into an adventure of probably 10 different strangers in total talking to me out of the blue. Like that's the kinda stuff I see in American Hollywood movies, it doesn't happen in real life, in little Sweden, right? Also, it's Maundy Thursday today, but I don't think I blended in much with the Easter witches... but I kept joking to myself that I did. At the end of this day, I have mixed feelings about all those encounters. The cafe, the hairdresser and the kids I feel mostly positive about, but the older guys... not so much. Moral of the story... it's a billion times harder and scarier to be perceived as a gnc man than as a gnc woman. I feel like this was an almost dangerous look to have in the city. And being aware of the risks is one thing, but actually taking them is another thing. Is it bravery... or stupidity? I've always balanced that thin line, between bravery and stupidity. Somehow I ended up in gnc men's fight for more tolerance. I may not be one of them, but I'm clearly being treated as if I am. And for not even being trans... I'm very visibly trans. And it's uncomfortable to me now that people are much more likely to believe in the outright lie that I'm a crossdressing male or trans woman... than they are to believe in my factual truth that I'm a born female. It's a new kind of sting, of having lost something that I used to take for granted. I didn't know how much comfort and security it used to give me, before I lost it. I clearly did not at all fully consider the consequences of my medical transition at the time I went through with it. Of course detransition was not what I intended on back then, but it was one possible outcome which I was surely aware of. But I refused to acknowledge that it could happen to me, and what I'd do if it would. So here I am, having to face and live with the consequences of my own willful ignorance. Detransitioning is surely one heck of a lesson in life, and it's teaching me really a lot.

[saccharinerose]

I finished Tenka’s profile so if you wanna read it, look under the cut~

Biographical Information

Name: Hijiri Tenka

Kanji: 日知人 天火

Name meaning:

   日 means day, 知 means knowledge and 人 means person

   天 means heaven  and 火  means fire

Nickname(s): Ten-chan, Angel

Alias/Hero Name: The Glorious Hero, Ophanim

Personal Description

Birthdate: 29th September

Star Sign: Libra

Age: 17 years

Gender: female

Species: Human

Height: 161cm | 5'6''

Weight: 52kg | 114 lbs

Hair colour: Light blonde

Eye colour: Light turquoise

Skin colour:  Pale

Quirk: Halo

Quirk type: Mutant

Quirk range: All ranges

Status

Status: Alive

Family:

   Hijiri Kazue (mother, deceased)

   Hijiri Taiki (father, alive)

Affiliation: Yuuei

Occupation: Student

Department: Heroics

Class: 3-? (same class as Big 3)

Voice Claim:

   Tōyama Nao (Japanese)

   Brianna Knickerbocker (English)

Appearance

Tenka is a girl of slightly below average height with a moderate built. She has pale skin, wavy light blonde hair that reaches to her waist and light turquoise eyes that often seem out of focus. She has a halo levitating above her head that usually gives off a faint yellow glow but can shine very brightly depending on her emotional state.

She wears the standard Third Year's Yuuei uniform consisting of a grey vest, a white short-sleeved shirt, a red tie and a layered dark blue skirt. On her feet she wears black socks that reach about midway up her lower leg and the typical brown penny loafers.

Personality

Tenka is a careful person. She is not the kind of girl who does things without thinking about them and would rather take her time to make decisions when given the opportunity. She is put off by people who just rush in without thinking and not caring about the consquences. She greatly dislikes recklessness and even more when people reward it.

She is driven more by emotion rather than reason and is a hopeless romantic. Her emotions can be a great motivator for her, but also a hindrance. If an accomplishment means something for her emotionally she will put her heart and soul into reaching that accomplishment.

Making other people feel good and secure also makes Tenka herself feel good and she greatly enjoys helping others out. She wants to have a good influence on the world and people around and accomplish something lasting in her life.

She can be very self-conscious about some things and will be quite hurt if those are made fun of. She tries to keep herself calm and collected at all times but doesn't always succeed. She often looses her composure and is easily embarrassed. When embarrassed she often gets her thoughts in a jumble and starts babbling nonsense, repeating herself over and over again until her babbling eventually turns into quieter mumbling.

When getting lost in her emotions she also tends to loose control over the luminosity level of her halo, which she greatly dislikes. She can, however, calm down rather quickly from these moments and regain her composure and even quicker if other people stay calm and give her security.

But she has a more stern side to her as well and when she is absolutely required to be more serious she can usually pull it off. When pushed into an unexpected situation where things are at stake she manages to keep her head cool but is somehow not able to do the same in a casual, every day situation. When not faced with immidiate threat she can not take things as serious.

Tenka is easily scared. But her go-to reflex when suprised is to punch instead of running. She has more than once punched people on accident so she really wants to get rid of that reflex. But she just can't seem to get rid of it.

She does not like being told what she can and can not do when she thinks otherwise. She is very understanding though and can listen to and recognize different points of views but stands firmly with her opinions. She is unmoving in her decisions once she made up her mind. It's very hard to change her opinion once that happened but not impossible if she is presented with good enough reasoning.

Tenka is a very independent person with a charming and communicative nature. She works good with routine but is not thrown off by unexpected situations either. She can be in charge when necessary but would often prefer not to.

While extroverted, she is not exactly a social butterfly. She usually has no problems with social interactions but also has times when she'd prefer to be alone. She has a generally mild mannerism unless startled or embarrassed.

She can read emotions really well, especially of people she knows. Although it's also easy for her to read people she met a short time ago. However her perception concerning other people's emotions can be clouded by a variety of factors, first and foremost her own feelings towards a person.

Likes

   Fish and other marine creatures

   Singing

   Cream puffs/Profiteroles

   Tempura

   Aquariums

   Baking

   Spring

Dislikes

   Careless heroes and people

   Loosing her composure

   Haunted houses

   Jumpscares

   Sushi

Hobbies:

Baking and Cooking

Tenka's cooking and baking hobby started early on in her childhood where she'd often take care of preparing the meals each day because her father went to work too early and came home too late to properly take care of it. She likes to try all sorts of recipes but her speciality is baking pastries. The process is soothing for her but the best part, in her opinion, is giving the things she made to the people she loves and seeing them enjoy eating.

Her Fish

Tenka has a tank with freshwater angelfish that she takes care of and likes to watch. She has a Silver Angelfish named Uoza [魚座], two Sunset Blushing Angelfish named Kon [昬] and Sho [曙] and a Marble Angelfish named Haku [璞]. She loves her fish just like any dog owner loves their dog, a cat owner loves their cat and so on. She prefers to take care of them herself and is aversed to letting others handle them. Ever since she has gotten her first fish, which was Uoza, she hasn't been on vacation, not even once. She even almost skipped school excursions and was only reluctantly convinced to let her aunt take care of them. She called her aunt very often to make sure they were alright.

Reading

An expected hobby for someone who spends large amounts of time at home completely alone. Tenka reads in bed before going to sleep, she reads while waiting for the food to cook or bake and she reads in the living room on the couch right next to her fish tank. As a hopeless romantic she likes romance novels the best, provided they are decently written, but she also likes the odd fantasy story, a good romance in such stories is like a neat bonus for her. On good days she can get through a 300-page book in one night.

Quirk

Halo [ 暈 - Kasa] Her Quirk gives Tenka a halo above her head, the luminosity of which she can freely control. The halo is usually fixed in its place above her head but it can be moved by force. However, when loosing the momentum that pushed it from its usual place, it will immidiately return there. The halo is physical and can be touched, but it can be very hot, depending on its luminosity. The luminosity of the halo can range from a dim glow to emitting the heat of a nuclear explosion (but she rarely goes to that extreme).

Advantage:

+ Tenka's halo can get so bright it scorches everything in her surroundings + She is resistent to intense heat + Her eyes can not be blinded by bright light + Due to Tenka being resistant to her halo's heat she can grab and throw it like a frisbee

Disadvantage:

- The heat and light from her halo affect everyone: Villains, allies and civilians - When overwhelmed with emotions she may accidentally blind/burn friends with the light from her halo

Backstory

When Tenka was three years old her mother Kazue was fatally injured in a fight between a villain and a hero. The area was not evacuated properly and she was caught under falling debris. She later died in hospital because of her injuries. Her father Taiki was very distraught after his wife's death. He neglected his work to take care of Tenka. Since her Kazue was the main money earner they were a bit short on money after her death. So her father had to work very hard to get a raise at his job so he could earn more money for Tenka to live a better life. Her aunt, her father's sister, often helped out and took care of Tenka when Taiki was working.

Her Quirk manifested at the age of 4. Her father was very suprised to see her with a Halo above her head when he came home from work. He started crying because it was the same Quirk Kazue had. Tenka was confused why her father just started crying but he could not tell her what happened to her mother yet.

Tenka started becoming independent very early in her life. She cleaned the house, did the laundry and learned how to cook. She'd often suprise her father with meals she cooked herself when he came home from work. She even took a part-time job when turning 14 to earn money too. When she was old enough her father told her what happened to her mother. It changed her outlook on heroes drastically, but mostly on the ones known for being careless and doing collateral damage. Taiki managed to get a job with much better pay after a few years of hard work. However this job required him to work a lot overseas so he had to leave Tenka home alone for prolonged periods of time. He didn't like the idea of leaving her alone for so long but he eventually accepted it after Tenka assured him that she could take care of herself. When her father is away she speaks to him over video-chat every evening. It was during one of his work travels that she told him she wanted to become a hero. Her father vehemently tried to convince her not to but Tenka was unwavering in her decision.

She told him she wanted to become a hero that does not endanger civilians and that limits collateral damage. She hopes to inspire others to become heroes like her and keep civilians safer than ever. She successfully enrolled in Yuuei in the same year as Amajiki, Hado and Togata. She befriended the three of them, as well as several other students during the next years.

Relationships

Family

Hijiri Kazue - mother

Since Tenka was only 3 years old when her mother died she barely remembers anything about her. She only knows what her mother looks like (and that they look quite similar) thanks to old family photos that were taken in the 3 years her mother was there. On the days where she feels lonely, with her father overseas, she sometimes wishes her mother was still there.

Hijiri Taiki - father

Taiki became very protective of her after Kazue died and this has continued to the present. He is very proud that she can take care of herself but is very worried about her becoming a hero. He wishes she would have chosen a safer career after what happened to his wife but knows that Tenka is unwavering in her decision. He is always happy to come home from work and seeing her again, especially after being away for long. Tenka worries a lot about her father too. She always reminds him to not overwork himself, to take frequent breaks and to sleep well. She wishes her father could be at home more often but she also knows that he needs to do this work to earn money. She makes sure to call him over video chat every day, tell him all about her day and ease his worries.

Canon Characters

Amajiki Tamaki - boyfriend

Tamaki and Tenka were in the same class since 1st year. She first saw him in the Entrance Exam, befriended him during the 1st year and developed a crush on him by the end of it. She kept silently pining until halfway through the 2nd year.

She was so worried that Nejire might tell him that one day after school she confessed to Tamaki on impulse. When he just stood there in shocked silence for a few minutes she got so embarrassed that she ran away without waiting for his answer. They awkwardly avoided each other for half of the next day before Tenka got a prep talk from Nejire who encouraged her to go talk to him. And she did.

She apologized for running away before he could reply. Tamaki also began apologizing for taking so long with his answer that she got embarrassed but Tenka assured him that he was absolutely not at fault for this. When she begins her typical embarrassed babbling Tamaki calmly interrupts her  to tell her that he feels the same and Tenka gets even more embarrassed but this time she doesn't run away. Though her halo starts glowing intensely. Tamaki (successfully) attempts to calm her down by hugging her. Their moment, however, is interrupted when they spot Nejire who saw the entire conversation happen. But after being spotted Nejire quickly leaves to give them some privacy.

When Tamaki got famous in Yuuei as one of the Big Three Tenka'd always be right behind him to have his back if he ever needed it. Tenka is a very supportive girlfriend for Tamaki. She always interferes and tries to divert the attention to her when he is bothered by large groups of people and gets anxious. She can read Tamaki exceptionally well so she always knows when he can't stand to be in the center of attention anymore. Whenever Tamaki has bouts of self-doubt, whatever it may be about, Tenka is ready to reassure and encourage him at any time. When they go out on dates she always makes sure he feels comfortable and that they can enjoy their time together. When she tries out new recipes she always saves some for him to try.

Tamaki also tries his best at being a good boyfriend. He often takes Tenka on dates to the aquariam, knowing how much she loves seeing all sorts of fish. Seeing the smile on her face and her amazement from watching the fish and other marine creatures is worth it, even if he doesn't really care that much about aquariums himself. He often comes to her home to keep her company when Tenka's father is away or invites her to spend time with him and his family instead. Tamaki is very happy to have her at his side and have her support. He also gives it his all to encourage Tenka whenever she might feel unsure.

Hadou Nejire

- close friend

Tenka and Nejire are very good friends. They became friends during their 1st year. They often hang out together outside of school. Going shopping, watching movies or learning together for exams. Tenka often feels the need to apologize for Nejire's abundance of curious questions whenever she is there to witness it.

She knew about Tenka's crush on Tamaki and always gave her knowing looks when she was making heart eyes at him. It embarrassed her to no ends and she made her swear to not tell Tamaki. But Hadou always made an effort to be the best wing(wo)man for her friend. For example making them hold hands when they visited a haunted house together under the pretense that it will keep Tenka from accidentally punching the actors or animatronics. When Tenka just ran away after confessing to Tamaki she came to Nejire for advice who encouraged her to go talk to him

Togata Mirio - close friend

While Tenka would consider Mirio a good friend of hers they are not as close as she is with Nejire or Amajiki. But the two of them connect through their desire to support Tamaki and have occasionally joined together to encourage him. When Mirio found out that Tenka and Tamaki are dating he congratulated both of them rather enthusiastically and reminded them to be good to each other. He is very supportive of their relationship and is happy that Tamaki found a girlfriend who loves him the way he is and supports him how she can. When Tenka wants to suprise Tamaki with a gift she always goes to Mirio with her ideas or for advice, knowing how long they've known each other and how close they are.

Other acquaintances: Kirishima Eijirou, Ryukyu, Fatgum

OCs:

Kobayashi Misato (by libertylibra)

Misato and Tenka met through Nejire, who has been a friend of Misato since middle school and who befriended Tenka at the beginning of their 1st year at UA. Nejire introduced them to each other in class, before that they have only taken notice of each other's presence but not really interacted. They get along pretty well as they have similar personalities, both being kind, calm and having a desire to help people. Though Tenka lacks the composure Misato has, which Misato tries to help her with. Tenka is infinitely thankful for Misato's help even if it's only a mild success so far. Perceptive as she is, Misato also noticed Tenka's very obvious crush on Tamaki. Now that they are dating she is very supportive of their relationship, just like Nejire and Mirio.

Himura Akihiko (by zariyen)

Akihiko first heard of Tenka as someone who is very closely acquainted with the Big 3. He tries to befriend her to get close to the Big 3, seeing her as an easy target due to her gentle mannerism and appearance. Tenka, being used to people trying to befriend her to get close to the Big 3, suspected that Akihiko approached her because of this. But she gave him the benefit of the doubt. She also knows how unapproachable they seem, especially to underclassmen, so she doesn't take it that much to heart. Akihiko is initially cautious towards her but he eventually begins to genuinely like her after getting to know her better. He admires her rational nature since it's much like his own and finds comfort in her compassionate side. Since Akihiko is very insecure he'll often depend on Tenka whenever he is down, however he will be very discreet about it. Akihiko likes to mess with Tenka and tease her and, at times, she even attempts to tease him back. But Aki finding her embarrassed blabbering hilarious and trying to mess with her till she does it frustrates Tenka to no end. Through sheer spite alone Tenka manages to become more collected and calm just to not give him the satisfaction. He also sometimes scares her, but because of Tenka's punch-reflex, always goes to sulk whenever he took a jab to the face. Tenka always runs after him, apologizing profusely.

Itoh Saori (by zariyen)

Saori and Tenka met through Akihiko. Saori always watches out to make sure Akihiko doesn't go around causing trouble and stumbled upon the two of them one day. Thinking that Aki was stirring trouble again, she rushed over to them to stop him. After the misunderstanding has been cleared up, Saori and Tenka became better acquainted. They had a bit of a rough start with Tenka being somewhat intimidated by Saori's initial stiffness but she warmed up to her rather quick as Tenka knows not to judge people based on first impressions. And since Saori obviously approached her not because of her connection to the Big 3 Tenka was able to become closer to Saori faster than to Akihiko. Saori loves how compassionate and genuine Tenka is and is also very interested in Tenka's Quirk. Tenka in return admires Saori's collected and serious nature and in a way looks up to her, despite her being an underclassmen. Saori often feels a sense of protectiveness over Tenka because of her height. Tenka often offers Saori advice and help regarding class president tasks, even if she herself isn't the most authoritative person out there. Saori is very grateful for Tenka's support as she is used to being depended on and reluctant to seek help. It's a nice change for her to be able to depend on someone else.

Trivia:

Her eyes are almost always out of focus

天火 (Tenka) is also the name of an atmospheric ghost light from japanese folklore

She has a tank with various kinds of Angelfish at home

When she decided to become a hero she started taking Judo classes which she still continues. 

She told her father it was for self-defense as she didn't want him to know about her career choice at that time

Her Hero Name comes from a class of celestial beings called Ophanim/Ofanim, which are usually depicted as wheels

The glorious in her Alias comes from the fact that a halo can also be referred to as 'glory' and is called 'gloria' in Latin

During the 2nd year at UA she tried to learn how to move the halo from its position over her head with her mind but eventually realized that it needs too much concentration and time to do so. 

After that she focused on honing her skills to accurately throw her halo. (Imagine it like Captain America but instead of a big shield it's a small halo that can glow with the intensity and heat of a nuclear explosion)

Her favorite animals are pidgeon and sheep

Her favorite colors are apricot orange and teal

Her favorite flower is the lily of the valley

Her birthday, September 29, is also the name day of the names Michael, Gabriel and Raphael wich are the names of three of the archangels