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"𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀'𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓."
Sero whispers to Kirishima. Everyone slightly confused at their class reps current frozen state. She's beautiful but no one can make you freeze just by looks, right?
"Yeah I thought he'd instantly scold her on her outfit or something." Kirishima replies with his brows furrowed, theorizing the sudden change and what could've caused him to tense up.
Almost everyone besides Midoriya and Midnight are paying attention to the scene in front of them. Midoriya more preoccupied to updating his hero journal and asking (Y/n)'s sister a bunch of questions. Even Bakugo is keeping an eye on the bizarre event. The girls not jealous by the effect she has on boys thought Iida and Bakugo would be the exception to her charm. Bakugo getting sick of the murmurs decides to do what he does best: yell.
"OI FOUR EYES! STOP GAWKING WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" He yells finally catching the attention of Iida, his chin still in (Y/n)'s palm. Basically melting at the touch. He clears his throat and stands up, placing his hand out in front of her.
"Excuse my behavior, I am Tenya Iida, the class representative." He states firmly with a hue of pink on his upper cheek.
The flirtatious girl smiles from his personality switch from dazed and flustered to firm and serious. She internally giggled at his odd behavior but didn't mind it actually.
"Don't worry about it Tenya~" She couldn't help but do what she does best, fluster whoever she comes in contact with.
He blushes at the use of his name but decides to be professional and move past it. He needs to be able to handle her personality while at the same time upkeep his own, but damn is she giving him a run for his money. She grins softly as if she didn't just make his heart stop and restart. His ears turn a slight red, and she notices.
"Are you sure you're okay? You might have a fever." She states placing a hand against his head, the height difference between the two only kind of getting in the way. He stood six inches taller than her, she being 5'4 looking up to him. His cheeks flush at the skin contact, though just moments prior your soft hand was on his jawline. He stands quiet unable to comprehend what's going on.
