#iida x oc

[real-hot-grl-shi]

iida bakugo and monoma wouldn’t leave me behind

[erm-whatthefartscallop]

session

hi! another oc x iida…saur silly. I’m more than willing to make a part two to this, but I didn’t really think it was necessary 😨

anywho

Contains nsfw! but in a tame(ish) kind of way…grinding, finishing early, explorative touching, idk I just write what my brain is thinking atm 😼

she comes to Iida’s residence for a study session, and oh no! It started raining unexpectedly, and her clothes are soaked!! No worries nothing could happen…right?

enjoy!!

She began to run, using her bag to shield her from the rain—but it was useless. She ended up soaked. She lightly knocked on his door, he looked down on the sight displayed in front of him. “Can I come in?” She said with a shy smile. He was quick to step to the side to let her in. 

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was going to rain otherwise I would’ve never asked-” he started to ramble, for being such a plan ahead of the guy, he couldn’t have predicted the unexpected rain. And he just felt immense guilt. She cut him off.

“It’s fine Iida!” She laughed a bit, “I'm pretty sure it was someone’s quirk that caused the sudden downpour, it did happen rather sudden…” she reassured, “I’m sorry for getting your floor wet…” she apologized, he shook his head.

“N-no it’s fine!” He scanned her form, only to realize she was completely soaked, her shirt basically see through, he tried his best to look away. “I, um, how about I lend you my clothes…” he offered with a flushed face. She gave a small smile,

“A shirt will be fine, if that’s okay. I have shorts under that didn’t get drenched…” she laughed off. Pulling on her shirt to pull it away from sticking to her body. He gave a small nod and rushed to his room, searching through his closet for a shirt that wasn’t a button up, but to no avail. I should invest in regular t-shirts every once in a while…

He grabbed one of his pajama shirts, it was the most comfortable out of them all. Bringing it down for her, along with a towel. She took it from him with a smile and a small thank you. 

“You could use the bathroom on the left, when you are ready I’ll be waiting for you…” he muttered with a blush, she gave a nod soon after taking the articles to the bathroom. As soon as she went in, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It took everything in his power to not look at her shirt, but he noticed. He noticed the white lace bra she had on, the way her shirt was sticking onto her body, where he could see her figure (a/n:ik it’s not mean to put rolls, but isn’t there a nicer way to put rolls?) her waist, her love handles, her belly button. He groaned into his hand out of frustration. This was bad. He scanned around his house, counting the number of light bulbs to calm himself down.

Upon entering the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror with a small huff, washing her face to try to rid the rain smell. Unbuttoning her shirt and folding it neatly along with her skirt, patting herself dry with a towel, it’s when she noticed her brassiere was also soaked from the rain. The last thing he wanted was to get one of Iida’s shirts dirty with rain. She proceeded to take it off and set aside with the rest of her clothes. She began to put on his shirt, slightly laughing at the fact even in sleep he still insisted on wearing a button up. She knew in her heart that the button up would be a tight fit around her abdomen, prompting her to only button up the top part, leaving the bottom half undone. Exposing her stomach, and her rather short shorts. She exited the bathroom with a flushed face, trying her best to hold the shirt close. It was long on her, and the arms were big around hers, but the one problem was her waist was significantly wider than his. Which made her embarrassed. He finally got down counting, only to be greeted again with another predicament. His face turned immensely red, averting his gaze. 

“I-I’m sorry, I can go see if I have a T-shirt or-” he stumbles with his words, she shook her head, already feeling embarrassed as it already didn’t fit her. 

“N-no! Please don’t…I cannot ask you for anything more…” she muttered out, her throat feeling tight like she wanted to cry. He noticed. He cleared his throat. What could he say? Everything he thought of was inappropriate to say, but his words left faster than his brain could form a coherent response.

“I think you look beautiful.” He stammered out, god, could his face turn any redder. She blushed, letting her guard down a bit. He couldn’t help but stare at her exposed stomach, he loved it. It looked so plush and soft, he wanted to kiss it and touch it. But he kept that to himself. 

“We should probably get to studying…” she muttered a bit, which snapped him out of his daydream.

“Ye-yes! Of course. Follow me” he stuttered a bit. He began to go up the stairs, showing her to his study room, which was just mainly his room, but a huge part of it dedicated to his studies. She continued to hold the shirt shut as much as she could. Quick to take a seat at the low table. Now covering her lower half. She dug in her bag grabbing her work. He took a seat across from her. Watching her as she tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear as she looked through her notes. She looked up at him, he was quick to look away.

“Okay, I was stuck on problem….” she started to explain her dilemma with the problem. He half listened. Thinking about anything else but school, just her. When she finished he paid attention enough to understand her question. 

“Yes, so here we would have to focus on the structural….” he began to explain as he leaned over to show her in the book about the topic, and ultimately help her with the concern. She passed the paper to him, soon leaning over as well to show him exactly what she got and to confirm whether it was correct or not. But she didn’t realize the first button became undone, revealing part of her cleavage, and that’s when he realized she was completely bare underneath his shirt, in his room, where it was just them. He gulped as his ears heated up, and was quick to confirm the solution was indeed correct. He began to shift uncomfortably, and she noticed. 

“Is something wrong?” She said with a concerned voice. He cleared his throat.

“Yes, I’ve just…my legs have been aching from training as of recently, I am not able to sit in this position without feeling sore..” he admitted. She showed an empathetic frown

“I’m sorry, maybe I can help. I’ve been told I’m very good at massages, but my only credible source would be from my sister” she laughed out a bit. She crawled over to him, took a seat on her knees next to him. “May I?” Her tone is genuine. He knows there is no ill intention behind her offer, and she is genuinely being concerned for his well being. But it would feel wrong to accept, as it would be something he would enjoy but he would also hate to see her more embarrassed if he declined. So he accepted. He stretched out his legs, taking them out from under the table. She started at his calf over his pants, he winced a bit. He didn’t realize how sore he was, her thumbs pressing against his flesh. Careful to not touch his engines. Slowly making way up to his knee. He let out a satisfied groan. “How does this feel?” She said softly, as her eyes focused on where she was pressing. 

“It feels amazing, thank you so much Yoshioka” he said with a pleased sigh. She hummed with a smile, her small hands soon making way up to his thigh, he tensed up. Letting out a pained exhale, but as she continued it began to feel less tense. He let out another satisfied groan, looking down at what she was doing. But he couldn’t help but feel the hint of eroticism to it. He now realized how close she was to him, and how little clothes she was wearing—and where her hands were. Her hands moving to his other thigh to continue, accidentally going too far into his inner thigh— he let out a grunt.

“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Her voice concerned once again. He began to stutter as he realized a problem arose

“No!…no. Um…could you give me a moment.” He stammered out, as he began to get up

“Yeah, sure” scared she did something wrong

as soon as he turned his back to her—he began to pull at his pants to adjust his newfound problem. Fuck fuck fuck! How can I hide this, what do I do…!?

She watched him as he entered his bathroom, oblivious to the effect she had on him. He was in a moral dilemma, if he took care of the problem it would be perverted, if he left it—it would surely go down in time right? No…not with her in the room wearing his clothes and exposing so much skin. He settled for the latter with a few tweaks, adjusting his length into his waistband. He exited the bathroom.

“I apologize, you did nothing wrong, I just…” he didn’t think his explanation through, he thought for a moment longer. She watched him, she knew it was an excuse. She began to feel embarrassed as she gained second hand embarrassment from what she did earlier. 

“You don’t have to explain, I understand.” She began to stand up, “I apologize, I overstepped your boundary.” She said with a slight quiver in her voice. He began to shake his head, holding his hands up.

“No no! I just…” he let out a heavy sigh. He had to admit it. The last thing he wanted to do was doubt herself. “I found myself physically aroused from the mere sight of you, as well from you touching me” his face red as he averted eye contact. She blushed.

“O-oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” it took a moment to take in his words, “wait, I aroused you?” She said surprised

“Yes.” He stated.

“You find me…sexually attractive?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Oh…Oh.”

There was a pause, it scared him.

“I-I understand if you want to leave, and I am very sorry for the uncomfortable situation I have created, and what position I have put you in”

“No, I am…I’m rather happy,” she admitted.

“You are?” Iida said with a shocked tone

“Iida, I like you, I just thought you were just being kind because you are just a respectful person—I didn’t think you could like someone like me”

“Yoshioka, I like you a lot, and what you are wearing makes it difficult to continue my usual strict and composed nature.” 

“I’m sorry” she said softly

There was a pause again.

“Yoshioka, Can I confess something…it’s rather personal” a distance was kept from each other, she gave a nod for him to continue. “I really want to kiss you.” His words sincere, yet holding such a stern tone to it. It felt almost aggressive.

“What’s stopping you now?” She breathed.

He slowly began to make way to her, his hand pressing against her stomach, moving inward to grab onto her waist. Inching his lips closer finally pressing his lips against hers. She quickly melted in. It was her first kiss, as well as his. He parted to look at her.

“I have another confession…” he muttered out

“What is it…” she whispered 

“I haven’t been able to tear my eyes off you, I’ve been wanting to get close to you, to feel my hands along your skin for the longest. I’ve been wanting to savor you, to indulge in all my desires every time I see you.”

She blushed, her hand began to undo the buttons, the shirt covering her breast, but exposing her sternum. She guided his hand to her chest. “Well…now is your chance,” she encouraged. His hands traced the hem on the shirt.

“I like how this looks on you…” he muttered, his hand moving again to tangle with her hair. Pressing another kiss on her lips. This one is more passionate, more experimental. Slowly he began to kiss her neck, moving to her shoulder, slowly peeling off the shirt, she couldn’t help but to let out a small whine, melting into his soft touches

“Oh…Tenya~” she softly moaned out, as he continued to press kisses on her neck. He never thought he would hear her moan out his name. He loved it. He yearned to hear it for the longest. It didn’t take long for it to become a makeout session, her back on the ground, him between her legs, pressing himself against her in a desperate need to feel her heat. His hips unconsciously bucking against her. He kept taking pauses to focus on his thrust against her, and she was too busy feeling immense pleasure to notice the lack of his lips on hers. He continued with grinding against her, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he grunted in pleasure. The only thing in the way between the two was fabric, but it wasn’t long till he started to feel himself get closer to his limit. He kept on—too focused on her voice, and the intensity of his own desire, but ultimately it led to what any first timer would fear the most.

He realized the most embarrassing thing ever that could happen to him, happened. He came. In his pants. He let out a low groan against her lips, as his pelvis rubbed harder against her, soon growing limp. He placed his forehead against her shoulder in shame. “Tenya?” she said breathlessly as came to a stop.

“I’m sorry. I finished…” he muttered. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion,

“Finished?…wha-” she paused as she realized, “oh.” She smiled a little, patting his head. “It’s okay, if anything I find it endearing…” she said softly. As she began to move to sit up, covering herself in the process. He couldn’t help, but still feel shame. “If it makes you feel better, is there anything I can do?” She reassured, he shook his head—I mean technically there’s many things she could do that he would thoroughly enjoy but he is a respectable man, but he felt it slip through his fingers as she stared at him. 

What is he to do…

[blaxkfirre]

to @sunshift-tried & @amorettexoxo

YALLS LEFT ME DRY WHILE I WAS WITH IIDA AT THE GYM WTF IS WRONG WITH YALL.

well I mean I got this AHHAHA 😈

[mya-valentine]

The Hidden Dangers of Gratitude

Synopsis: After days in a safe house under the protection of Iida, Midoriya, and Todoroki, Yukari Kido finally returns home, believing the threat against her has been neutralized. As she shares a fluster-inducing moment with Iida, she feels a deep sense of gratitude and safety—until a figure from her past, hidden in the shadows, reveals a far more sinister plot at play. Yukari's world unravels as she must confront her dual life and the secrets she has been hiding from the very heroes protecting her.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the safe house windows, Yukari seemed to visibly relax. The night had passed without incident, thanks to Iida, Midoriya, and Todoroki’s watchful efforts. Yukari sat on the couch, her eyes following Iida as he paced the room, still on high alert despite the calmer atmosphere.

“I think… I can finally breathe again,” Yukari said softly, a small, relieved smile gracing her face. 

Iida turned toward her, offering a reassuring smile of his own. “That’s good. You’re safe now. We’ll keep working with the authorities to make sure nothing happens to you again.”

Yukari stood up, walking over to him, her expression shifting to one of deep gratitude. “Iida, I don’t think I could ever repay you for everything you’ve done. You’ve gone above and beyond to protect me.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “No need to repay me, Yukari. I’m just doing what I’ve trained for. It’s my responsibility as a future hero to ensure the safety of others.”

But Yukari didn’t seem convinced. She took a step closer, her eyes soft as she looked up at him. “I know, but it means a lot to me. You’ve really made me feel safe. I don’t think I can thank you enough.”

Before Iida could respond, Yukari leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Iida’s eyes widened, his entire face turning a bright shade of red. His mind blanked, and all of his composed, disciplined mannerisms seemed to vanish instantly. He felt his heart skip several beats as his brain tried to process what had just happened.

“Th-th-thank you, Yukari! B-but really, there’s no n-n-need to—” His words came out in a flustered jumble, and he instinctively pushed up his glasses, despite them already being perfectly in place. His usually straight posture became even more rigid as he struggled to regain his composure.

Yukari giggled softly at his reaction, clearly amused by how flustered he had become. “You really are something else, Iida,” she said with a warm smile, stepping back to give him space. “I’m lucky to have met someone like you.”

Iida stood there, still trying to steady himself, his blush deepening as he awkwardly cleared his throat. “I-it’s nothing. I-I’m just… happy to help.”

Even as he tried to downplay the moment, the redness in his cheeks didn’t fade. His usually calm, focused demeanor was completely thrown off, and he wasn’t sure how to handle the sudden attention.

Yukari couldn’t help but laugh a little more, her eyes sparkling. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

“I-I… uh—” Iida stammered, still caught off guard.

Midoriya poked his head into the room, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. “Iida, everything okay?”

Iida jumped slightly at the interruption, relieved for the distraction. “Y-yes, everything’s fine! I’ll, um, check the perimeter again!”

As he hurriedly exited the room, Yukari’s laughter followed him, her expression softening as she watched him leave. The kiss on the cheek had clearly done more than just fluster him—it had left a lasting impression.

Outside the door, Iida took a deep breath, pressing a hand to his cheek, where the warmth of the kiss still lingered. His thoughts were a chaotic jumble, but one thing was clear: Yukari’s gratitude meant a lot more to him than he had anticipated.

As Iida stepped outside, the cool morning air did little to cool the warmth still burning in his cheeks. His heart was racing, and no amount of deep breathing could bring him back to his usual calm state. He had faced dangerous villains, intense training sessions, and life-or-death situations, but none of that compared to the whirlwind of emotions Yukari’s kiss had stirred in him.

He tried to focus on the task at hand, patrolling the perimeter to ensure everything remained secure. But every time his thoughts wandered, they went straight back to Yukari—her smile, her laugh, and the feeling of her lips against his cheek. 

“What is wrong with me?” Iida muttered under his breath, shaking his head as if that would help clear his mind. He wasn’t supposed to be this distracted. He was supposed to be a hero, a protector, focused on keeping Yukari safe, not... this.

Suddenly, Midoriya appeared by his side, his expression curious. “Iida, you seem a little... off. Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“I—well, yes, of course! I’m perfectly fine, Midoriya,” Iida said, a little too quickly, his voice betraying his flustered state. “Just... a lot to think about, that’s all.”

Midoriya raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but too polite to push. “Well, if you need to talk about anything, I’m here. We’ve all been through a lot lately, and it’s important to stay grounded.”

“Y-yes, you’re right,” Iida replied, mentally scolding himself for getting so worked up. “Thank you, Midoriya. I’ll be fine. I just need to focus.”

Midoriya gave him a supportive smile before walking back to his own post. Iida, now left alone again, tried to pull himself together. He wasn’t sure how he’d face Yukari again without feeling embarrassed.

Back in the safe house, Yukari sat quietly, her mind replaying the events of the past few days. It was a lot to take in—being attacked, protected, and now finding herself drawn to Iida in ways she hadn’t expected. She smiled faintly, remembering how he had blushed so fiercely when she kissed his cheek.

She hadn’t meant to fluster him so much, but it was hard not to find it endearing. His sense of duty, his unwavering desire to help—it all made her feel safe in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and Todoroki stepped in. He nodded at her briefly, his usual stoic expression in place, before sitting down across from her.

“Everything’s still clear outside,” he said in his calm, even tone. “Midoriya and Iida are on patrol.”

“Good,” Yukari replied, her voice quiet. She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Iida... he’s something else, isn’t he?”

Todoroki glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “He takes his responsibilities seriously.”

Yukari smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Yeah, he does. I guess that’s why I trust him so much.”

Todoroki didn’t say anything more, but his gaze lingered on her for a moment, as if he was contemplating something. After a brief silence, he stood up. “I’ll be outside if you need anything.

“Thanks,” Yukari said softly, watching him leave.

— — —

Later that evening, when the group gathered again in the safe house, Iida found himself sitting across from Yukari, still feeling the lingering effects of his earlier flustered state. She caught his eye and smiled warmly, making his heart race all over again.

“Thank you again, Iida,” she said, her voice soft but sincere. “I don’t think I can ever say that enough.”

“I-I’m just doing what any hero-in-training would do,” Iida replied, his voice a little too formal as he tried to keep his emotions in check. “It’s my duty to ensure your safety.”

Yukari chuckled lightly. “You’ve said that before. But still... I’m grateful. You’ve made all of this a little easier.”

Iida nodded, though the blush in his cheeks returned as her words hit him harder than he expected. “I... I’m glad I could help.”

For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between them, the kind that spoke of understanding and gratitude beyond words.

But as the night stretched on, Iida couldn’t shake the feeling that things were far from over. There was still danger lurking in the shadows, and despite the brief moments of peace, he knew they had to stay vigilant.

And yet, even amidst the uncertainty, Iida found himself glancing at Yukari every now and then, feeling something stir inside him—a mix of protectiveness and something more.

He didn’t know where it would lead, but for now, he would focus on what mattered most: keeping her safe.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d figure out the rest later.

— — —

After days of being on edge and moving from one safe house to another, Yukari was finally able to return to her own home. The authorities had assured her and Iida that the threat had been neutralized, and the police were continuing their investigation into the group that had been after her quirk. For now, it seemed like the worst of the danger had passed.

Yukari stood in front of her apartment building, her heart beating a little faster than she’d like to admit. It had been a whirlwind of emotions—fear, uncertainty, and a strange sense of relief—all mixed together over the past week. And throughout it all, Iida had been by her side, protecting her with an unwavering sense of duty. Now that she was back home, it almost felt... surreal.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Iida asked, standing beside her, his eyes still filled with concern.

Yukari smiled warmly at him. "I’ll be fine. I promise. You’ve done more than enough to keep me safe, Iida." She paused, looking up at her apartment building, then back at him. "It feels good to be home. Thanks to you."

Iida, ever the picture of discipline, gave a small nod, though a hint of a blush colored his cheeks. “I’m glad to hear that, Yukari. But if you ever feel unsafe again, don’t hesitate to contact me or the police. We’ll be here in an instant.”

Yukari chuckled softly. “I’ll keep that in mind, hero.”

For a brief moment, they stood there, the night air cool and still around them. The streetlights cast a soft glow, and Yukari felt a strange calm wash over her. It was the first time in a long while that she hadn’t felt the need to look over her shoulder.

“Iida, really,” she began, her voice a little quieter. “Thank you. For everything.”

Iida smiled, his usual seriousness giving way to a softer expression. “It was my honor to protect you. I’m just happy you’re safe.”

A beat passed before Yukari stepped closer, standing on her toes as she gave him another kiss on the cheek, just like the first time. "I think I owe you more than just thanks."

Iida’s blush deepened, and his mind raced. “Y-Yukari... you really don’t—"

She shook her head, cutting him off gently. "I wanted to, Iida. You’ve been there for me when I needed it most. I won’t forget that."

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words never came. Instead, he simply nodded, his heart pounding as he fought to maintain his composure. Yukari’s eyes held his for a moment longer before she finally stepped back, turning toward the entrance to her building.

“I guess this is goodnight then,” Yukari said with a soft smile, her voice almost teasing. “Unless you plan on following me up to make sure my place is secure?”

Iida, still flustered, cleared his throat and stood a little straighter. “N-no, of course not! You’ll be perfectly fine, I’m sure.”

Yukari laughed softly at his reaction, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m sure I will be, too. Goodnight, Iida.”

“Goodnight, Yukari,” he replied, his voice a bit steadier this time.

With one last smile, she turned and walked inside, leaving Iida standing alone in the night. He stood there for a few moments, replaying everything in his mind—the danger, the moments they shared, and now, this strange, unexpected connection.

As he finally turned to leave, walking back toward the school, Iida couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted. Yukari had come into his life unexpectedly, and now, even though the danger was gone, she still lingered in his thoughts.

He wasn’t sure what would come next, but he knew one thing for certain—he would always be there if she needed him. Even if it wasn’t as a hero protecting her from danger... even if it was something more.

As Yukari closed the door behind her, the familiar warmth of her apartment greeted her. But something was off—too quiet, too still. Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed a figure standing in the shadows by the window. Her posture stiffened.

“Yukari,” a deep voice said calmly, stepping into the dim light. It was not the friendly owner of the café she worked at, but her real boss—the man orchestrating everything from behind the scenes. His tall, sharp figure cast a long shadow across the room, and his cold, calculating eyes focused directly on her.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice laced with annoyance.

“I was just with Iida,” Yukari replied curtly, setting down her bag on the kitchen counter. She kept her expression neutral, despite the irritation bubbling underneath. She had been looking forward to a moment of peace after everything that had happened today, but clearly, her boss had other plans.

He crossed his arms, watching her every move. “And? How is our little hero doing? Does he suspect anything?”

Yukari rolled her eyes, shrugging off her jacket as she leaned against the counter. “No, he doesn’t suspect a thing. Iida’s as straight-laced as they come. He has no idea that all of this has been set up.”

The man’s lips curved into a faint smile, though it held no warmth. “Good. Everything needs to be perfect. We’ve already gone through too much trouble to pull this off.”

“Yeah, I’m aware,” Yukari muttered, her tone irritated. She turned away from him, staring out the window to avoid his gaze. “I’ve been playing my part, haven’t I? Everything’s moving according to plan.”

Her boss took a few steps closer, his presence unnerving in the small space. “I just need to make sure your head is still in the game. You’ve been spending a lot of time with that hero-in-training. Don’t forget why you’re doing this, Yukari.”

Yukari’s jaw clenched, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. “I haven’t forgotten,” she replied through gritted teeth. “I know exactly what’s at stake.”

“Good,” the man said, his voice lowering dangerously. “Because what we’re planning, it can’t tolerate mistakes. You’re the only reason this is working—because you got close enough to Iida. If he starts suspecting anything, you’ll both be in danger.”

Yukari turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. “I’m not an idiot. Iida trusts me. He thinks I’m just some innocent girl with a quirk people are after. He even took me to the police station to keep me safe.” She smirked, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “And we both know how that turned out.”

Her boss chuckled darkly. “Yes. The explosion certainly sent a message.”

Yukari shook her head, frustration bubbling up inside her. She hated being a pawn in this, but she was in too deep. There was no way out now. “Iida’s focused on protecting me. He won’t see what’s coming until it’s too late.”

“Let’s hope you’re right,” the man said, his voice still cold. “Because if you slip up, you won’t just be facing me. You’ll have a lot worse coming for you.”

Yukari glared at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I told you, I’ve got this under control.”

Her boss studied her for a long moment before finally nodding. “Good. Just remember your place, Yukari. I’ll be checking in again soon.”

With that, he turned and left, slipping out of her apartment as silently as he had entered.

As the door closed behind him, Yukari exhaled deeply, her shoulders slumping. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to shake off the tension that clung to her. Everything was spiraling, and even though she told herself she had it all under control, there was a part of her—small, but growing—that wasn’t so sure anymore.

She glanced at the window, her thoughts drifting to Iida. He had been so kind, so genuine. Always there, ready to protect her without a second thought. She had been manipulating him from the start, but now... something about it didn’t sit right with her anymore.

But she couldn’t afford to think like that. Not now. Not with so much at stake.

With a sigh, she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on what mattered: staying one step ahead and keeping up the act. She had to finish what she started.

For her sake—and for his.

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The Dissonant Melody Masterlist

[aheckinmess]

Character Calamity!

Because I have a habit of being an overachiever and trying to write ALL of the things...I'm putting up another poll about who I should write one-shots for.

But instead of including everyone I write for, I'm only going to include characters that I haven't written for my current MHA Imagines Compilation.

So...WHO SHALL I WRITE?!

[heronamecatrina]

Sometimes all you need to be happy is drawing a picture of your fictional husband for his birthday.

[sukislady]

• ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ“forgotten kiss” ♡ ˎˊ ˗

𐚁̸ featuring ．i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, d. kaminari, e. kirishima, h. sero

𐚁̸ scenario ．you wake up late into the morning, your partner has long since been to work, leaving after giving you a faint kiss that you didn’t feel. which makes you think they forgot the one thing that’s routine for you two; a good morning kiss

𐚁̸ warnings ．fluff, cursing, humor, reader is goddamn stupid

[pix11-4k]

Hi hi, these are some old future Iidamei designs i made like a long while ago, i think last year. I kinda like them, Tenya hasn’t changed much but i did change Mei’s clothing, although this one is also good. Also their first kid Tengen is there 😁

[https-milo]

the baker's daughter - masterlist

synopsis Y/n L/n works at a small bakery owned by her parents. One day, a pro hero in training shows up asking for 400 cupcakes.

eventual friends to lovers

i - 400 cupcakes ii - a wild todoroki! iii - lunch! vi - v - anddd more!

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Pretty easy to star gaze with eyes like hers✨

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Stalling

oc x Iida…again, I just have so many. This one is more tame compared to other things on this blog LOL

slight mentions of blood, slight nsfw(imo not really just like bone er)

She accidentally injured herself from machinery. Iida shows up conveniently to assist, but he’s a little too close…

“Shit.” She muttered, holding her blooded hand to her chest. The thing she was working on had a sharp end, and she didn’t notice until a circuit backfired and caused a bunch of smoke, causing her to pull her hand back so suddenly giving her a big gash on her forearm. She winced in pain, as she looked around the room trying to find anything to stop the bleeding. She used her own sweater, leaving her in her undershirt. Holding her arm tightly, slowly she began to make way to recovery girl’s office. You would think they would put a first aid person closer to the hero support class…

Iida had already planned to see Yoshioka, just to see how her day was going. He was going to play off to check on his routine suit progress, but instead he saw blood on the floor and her nowhere to be found. He noticed there was a trail, drops of blood. He was quick to follow it, and he could see a figure in the distance he quickened his pace only to recognize who it was. He began to make a run for it, worry washing over him. “Yoshioka!! What happened!?” He exclaimed, expressing his concern. She tried to brush it off as some minor cut

“Just a small accident, no biggie!” She exclaimed, but a slight strain in her voice. Finally make way to the office only to find it empty she let out a small groan

“Please let me help you, I am familiar with first aid basics” he reassured. She gave a soft nod, it really did hurt, and now that she was in the position she was in, it was hard to turn down his offer. She held her arm against her chest as she sat up on the table, he looked around for what he needed. “Let me see,” he insisted. She held her arm out and unwrapped her makeshift bandage to reveal a large gash. “This is going to sting…” he said gently; as he held sterilized alcohol swabs. She sucked in her breath, and looked away, her fist clenching. “Relax..” he reassures, trying to get her to unclench her fist. He continued to clean the wound, her knee slightly jerking instead, something that happens when she’s under a certain amount of stress, or within very close proximity of someone certain. She didn’t realize how close he was until she felt the warmth radiating on her knee, but she paid no mind to it. It was just something innocent, surely…right?

“I’m sorry for making you do thi-” he cut her off with a head shake.

“No I want to, I’m just glad I was there…'' he reassured, reaching over to smear sealant glue on the wound, soon wrapping it with a bandage. She smiled a bit, which prompted him to take a good look at her. “Oh, your face…” he muttered, taking a fresh swab to tend to the cut.

“I guess a shard cut me when the circuit blew, I didn’t notice…” she laughed off a bit. He got closer to her, she looked up at him. She shifted her knee grazing over his groin, she felt it. Her cheeks flushed red as she tried to stop squirming. But her knee only kept grazing it. She looked up at him to see if he had any reaction, his face was red. 

“It looks to be only a minor cut…” he muttered out, shifting a bit uncomfortably. His hand now slightly shaky, a dead give away as he had a steady hand before. She gave a nod, he stayed close to her a bit longer. 

“Iida?” She said softly

“I’m sorry…” he whispered with a hint of shame, “I seem to…” he paused, “I have to go.” He muttered. He turned around, his hand moving to adjust his pants as he was quick to leave out the door. She watched him leave, as soon as he was out of sight he started to b-line for the bathroom, rushing into a stall. He took a seat on the toilet and dragged his hand across his face with a groan. Not good. His hand covering his eyes, finally looking down to the tent in his pants. She only grazed it. Why am I so… 

He closed his eyes as he started to think of things that usually help with situations like this, but seemed as if his mind only started to wander to how it felt. The gentle grazes, the small winces she made, he grew angry at himself for thinking so indecently especially at such a vulnerable moment for her. He walked out the stall and splashed cold water on his face, his eyes squeezing shut. He started counting in his head. He took a deep breath in, finally calming down. His knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping onto the sink. He pinched the bridge of his nose, before putting his glasses back on; letting out a heavy sigh. Avoiding any eye contact with his reflection as he felt guilty as is. He pushed the door open only to see her stand outside waiting for him. 

“Yoshioka? Did you need something” he said with a raised eyebrow. She shook her head

“N-no, I just wanted to thank you.” She said with a gentle tone. He took a good look at her, what she was wearing went against school dress code, although she couldn’t help it of course. He began to take off his uniform’s coat and place it on her. 

“I’ll walk you back to your dorm” he said with a small smile, she clutched onto his coat. And they walked besides each other. She stood in front of her dormitory main door, slowly starting to take off the coat from her shoulder. His hand gripped onto her shoulder, “I suggest you keep it on for tonight, what you are wearing goes against school’s dress code.” He stated firmly, but the real reality. He couldn’t see her exposed skin, and her low cut shirt. He fears it would excite him too much, and be another pitiful teenager with perverse desires. 

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haha he fucked me UP.

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Silent Threat

Synopsis: On a seemingly peaceful afternoon, Iida visits a familiar café to unwind, but his break is interrupted when Yukari urgently seeks his help. She’s being stalked by a mysterious figure, and the situation has escalated beyond her control. As the tension rises, Iida finds himself protecting Yukari from a dark, sinister threat lurking in the shadows. With unknown powers at play, Iida must act quickly to keep her safe, but the danger may be far more than he anticipated.

It was a quiet afternoon at the café, the soft hum of chatter blending with the clinking of cups and the distant sound of music playing in the background. Iida had stopped by for a quick coffee after his training, hoping to unwind for a few moments before heading back to U.A. He sat by the window, sipping his drink, occasionally glancing out at the bustling street.

From his seat, he noticed Yukari working her usual shift, but something was different today. She seemed unusually on edge, her movements jittery and hurried. Her eyes constantly darted toward the door, and every few moments, she would look over her shoulder as if expecting someone—or something—to appear.

Iida frowned, concern building as he watched her. Yukari wasn’t her usual composed self, and it was becoming more apparent the longer he observed her. He couldn’t help but feel that something was terribly wrong.

Just as he was about to stand and check on her, Yukari spotted him. The moment her eyes met his, her face paled, and her body stiffened. Without a second’s hesitation, she rushed toward him, nearly stumbling in her haste.

"Iida!" she exclaimed breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with urgency. She grabbed his arm, her grip tight as if she were afraid to let go. "I need your help. It’s urgent."

Iida’s heart immediately kicked into gear, his hero instincts flaring at the distress in her tone. He set his coffee down and stood, his expression serious. "Yukari, what’s going on? What happened?"

She glanced around the café nervously, her eyes flicking to the entrance as if she expected someone to walk in at any moment. Her fingers dug into his arm slightly, and she leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "I can’t explain everything here. But please, Iida, you have to trust me. I’m in danger, and I need you to help me get out of here—now."

He could see the fear in her eyes, the way her body trembled slightly. Whatever was happening, it was real, and she was genuinely scared. Without hesitation, Iida nodded. "Of course. But you need to tell me exactly what’s going on. I can’t help you if I don’t know what we’re up against."

Yukari bit her lip, her gaze shifting toward the door once more. She took a shaky breath before speaking again. "There’s someone... someone who’s been following me. I thought I could handle it on my own, but it’s getting worse. They’ve been watching me, waiting. And I think... I think they’re here."

Iida’s eyes narrowed, his body tensing as he scanned the café. He didn’t see anyone immediately suspicious, but the idea that someone had been stalking her put him on high alert.

"Alright," he said firmly, keeping his voice low but commanding. "We’ll get you out of here safely. Stick close to me."

Yukari nodded, her grip on his arm tightening as he guided her toward the back exit of the café. His eyes stayed sharp, scanning the area for any sign of danger. He could feel the tension radiating off her as they moved, her head turning every few steps to check their surroundings.

As they stepped outside into the alley behind the café, Iida’s engines revved softly, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. "Do you know who it is? The person following you?"

Yukari shook her head, her face pale. "I don’t know. But they’ve been leaving messages, threats... I thought it would stop, but it’s only getting worse."

Iida’s jaw tightened. Whoever this person was, they were clearly dangerous, and Yukari had been dealing with it alone for far too long. 

"Stay close to me," he said, his voice reassuring. "We’re going to U.A. Security will keep you safe while we figure this out."

Yukari hesitated, her expression conflicted. "I don’t want to cause more trouble. I just... I need to get out of here."

Iida stopped, turning to face her. "You’re not causing trouble, Yukari. You’re in danger, and it’s my duty to help you. We’ll figure out the rest later, but for now, your safety comes first."

For a moment, she looked like she might protest, but then she nodded, her eyes softening slightly. "Thank you, Iida. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Before Iida could respond, a faint noise echoed from the other end of the alley—a soft, shuffling sound. His body went rigid, his engines ready to burst into action as his eyes locked onto the source

A figure stepped out from the shadows, their face obscured by a hood. Their stance was casual, but there was something unsettling about their presence, the way they lingered in the darkness just out of reach.

Iida’s body moved on instinct, placing himself between Yukari and the mysterious figure. "Stay back," he called out, his voice firm. "Who are you?"

The figure didn’t respond, but their head tilted slightly, as if amused by the situation.

"Iida..." Yukari’s voice trembled behind him. "That’s them. That’s the person."

Without hesitation, Iida’s engines flared, his body ready to act. "Yukari, run. Get to safety. Now."

But before she could move, the figure stepped forward, their hand raising slowly. And then, with a sharp snap of their fingers, the streetlights around them flickered, casting the alley into near darkness.

Iida’s heart pounded in his chest. Whoever this person was, they weren’t just any ordinary stalker. 

This was about to get dangerous.

The hooded figure stepped forward. They raised a hand, and a dark energy began to swirl around it. Iida’s engines flared, ready for a fight.

“Not so fast,” the figure said in a low, taunting voice.

Iida launched into action, his movements swift and calculated. He darted toward the figure, his leg extending in a powerful kick. The figure dodged, but Iida anticipated the movement, following up with another strike. This time, his kick landed, knocking the figure back.

The attacker staggered but quickly regrouped, raising their hand once more. A shockwave of dark energy surged toward Iida, forcing him to leap back to avoid the blast.

The figure’s ability was formidable, but Iida was determined to protect Yukari. He gritted his teeth and prepared for another assault. The figure, now visibly injured, struggled to maintain their composure, their breathing labored.

“Iida!” Yukari’s voice called out, filled with urgency. “This might help!”

Before Iida could react, Yukari threw a small, metallic device toward the attacker. The device emitted a burst of blinding light, temporarily disorienting the figure.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Iida charged forward again, landing a decisive blow that sent the figure crashing to the ground.

As the alley fell silent, Iida stood over the defeated attacker, his breathing heavy. Yukari approached, her face a mix of relief and lingering fear.

“Are they down?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Iida nodded. “For now. We need to alert the authorities and get you somewhere safe.”

Yukari looked at the unconscious figure, then back at Iida. “Thank you. I didn’t know what else to do. I’m really grateful.”

Iida placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You did the right thing by asking for help. Let’s get you to safety.”

As they walked away from the alley, Yukari glanced at Iida with a grateful smile. “I’m sorry for all of this. I didn’t mean to drag you into it.”

Iida shook his head. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m glad I could help. You’re safe now.”

When they reached the street, Yukari turned to him, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you again, Iida. I don’t know how to repay you.”

Iida gave her a warm smile. “You don’t need to repay me. Just take care of yourself. That’s enough.”

Yukari nodded, her expression softening. “Goodnight, Iida. And... thank you.”

With a final, grateful look, Yukari turned and walked away, her steps lighter as she moved toward her home. Iida watched her go, his mind still turning over the events of the day. He knew there were more questions to answer and dangers to confront, but for now, he was relieved that Yukari was safe.

As he turned to head back to U.A., Iida’s thoughts lingered on Yukari. Whatever her reasons for being in danger, he was determined to ensure she would be protected from now on.

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The Dissonant Melody Masterlist

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there's 5 chapters left so I better see my men in each and every one of them. im not playing with u hori.