bnha scenarios

iida tenya | ☁

prompt: iida gets a little tongue-tied when it comes to asking out the sister of the most feral person in class and 1-A quickly has his back.
category: fluff
character: HE IS S P E E D
word count: 1628

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"LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT," Izuku's brows were furrowed, freckles scrunched as he squinted his green eyes, staring at nothing in particular as he put his hands in front of his face in a prayer position. "You're the class president," Ochaco watched him carefully, seeing Izuku go through the process of swallowing the truth.

"And you want to ask out Kacchan's sister?"

Despite Izuku looking up to the blond so much power-wise, he had to admit that there was a lot of fault when it came to how he treated people. . . or humanity in general. Iida grew flustered as he chewed on his bottom lip, nodding furiously after. "Don't get me wrong, she's nice, but Bakugo's sister?" His brows were raised in surprise.

Ochaco shrugged, "I'm not surprised. She's a little boisterous sometimes, but she's sweeter than her brother." Right now, there were five of them in class while the rest of 1-A was in the cafeteria. They had chosen to skip lunch and luckily, Aizawa wasn't in the classroom either. Yaomomo smiled warmly, "If you like her, I say you should go for it."

Tsuyu stuck her tongue out, "Although, none of us know what she likes. Ribbit."

"Does anyone in the class talk to her?" Ochaco mumbled.

"Aside from Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina, no." Midoriya replied, fixing his hair.

"I thought she was good friends with Oji—" Tsuyu started, being cut off as the doors to the classroom slowly slid open. Y/n revealed herself, her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail as she fixed her blazer, walking inside. She blinked, realizing the others were staring at her with wide eyes. "What's up?" 

She moved a blonde bang out of her eyes, red orbs staring at the group. "Ah, nothing, nothing!" Ochaco quickly covered for Iida as he turned away with a hand over his mouth, his face growing red as he grew embarrassed. "We were just talking about a test; we thought you were Aizawa-sensei for a second." Yaomomo lied, bluffing smoothly.

Y/n just nodded, smiling softly before moving over to her desk. She took out her bag, swiping a book from it before laying it flat against her desk, flipping through the pages. Not long after her arrival, her twin followed. "Oi, where'd you wander off to?!" He stomped over to her desk, leaning over.

She snorted, flicking his forehead. "Take a fuckin' guess, buddy. Where did you find me?"

He merely scowled, but didn't bother to retort with anything else. Bakugo may be a feral rat, but he'd rather put his energy against hating Deku than hating his sister. "Just shut up." Y/n rolled her eyes, not wanting to continue the argument. If she wanted to, she would've brought up how he had bothered to find her and talk to her in the first place.

"I think I have an idea," Midoriya suddenly said, snapping as he whispered to the others that looked at him in confusion. "Just leave her flowers and notes. Your desks are far so she can't see your handwriting. Plus, it's anonymous so that saves you from Bakugo." He smiled warmly, the others quickly agreeing to his plan.

"Sounds good," Iida said, swallowing harshly as he grew more nervous by the second.

And throughout the week, Iida did just that. Everyday, a new bouquet of flowers would show up on her desk. None of them were her favorite, but she cherished them nonetheless. At one point, Aizawa even seemed slightly intrigued, but it didn't take him long to figure out who was dropping them on her desk; that and he didn't care enough to launch a whole investigation over it.