m.h.a. x reader oneshots

perfect: tenya iida x reader

SLIGHT ANGST/FLUFF

WARNINGS: Insecurities about physical appearance are a huge topic in this one.

MORE INFORMATION: Basically (Y/N) doesn't like her physical appearance due, causing her to wear baggy clothes and makeup every day.

DISCLAIMER: In no way is this trying to hate on anyone who wears makeup! I wear it myself and I love it so so much! I just came up with this idea out of nowhere lol! Also I chose to write this one about Tenya because he was in my dream last night LOL! Enjoy!

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.:

I attend U.A., a school for students to learn how to become heroes. However, I was known by everyone as our school's "makeup artist." I wore it every single day, no matter the occasion. I had spent so many years learning all of the techniques and buying all of the proper tools to get to the level of expertise I was at now. It only made sense that they called me what they do.

But for some reason, it only made me feel worse about myself.

Funny how I felt that way, especially since I've never broken this routine, not allowing anyone to see my bare face. Funny how I felt bad about what they call me, but I could stop it anytime I wanted, yet I don't.

Why?

Why did I continue to torture myself by keeping up my routine?

Because I couldn't stop.

Behind this mask of powder, mascara, and lipstick, I'm ugly. My real face lacked color and had scars from acne or from childhood mistakes. I lacked beauty.

Therefore, I continue to put a mask on every day, so no one saw how I truly looked.

U.A.'s makeup artist.

I wished that maybe everyone else saw me for my quirk and accomplishments as opposed to the fact I wear makeup every day.

My thoughts continued to circle around my head as I finished off today's makeup look with some setting spray. Once I finished, I smiled at myself. In my eyes though, I was still that same, gross person.

I stood up from my vanity and turned to look at myself in my mirror. I made sure that my school uniform was baggy around my form so no one could see the hideous curves and edges of my body. Straightening out my skirt, I grabbed my book bag and exited my dorm.

I started my walk to U.A., my dark thoughts circling throughout my head. I soon felt a tap on my shoulder, breaking me from my train of thought. I stopped and turned to see Tenya Iida, my best friend and crush.

"Good morning, (L/N)! May I accompany you on your walk to school today?" He asked politely, using his over-dramatic arm gestures. I couldn't help but to giggle.

"Iida, you ask me the same question every day. You can skip the formalities and just join me." I responded. His arms shot down to his sides.

"Sorry, (L/N)." We then continued our walk to school, making small talk and cracking jokes. Of course, that's when the little voice in my head began to talk to me.

If he saw what you actually looked like without the makeup, he wouldn't want to be around you anymore.

I tried to shake the thought away, but it wouldn't leave my head.