Musutafu, Japan, where top university lays in for aspiring pro-heroes, U.Aversity is a polished mess of academic pressure, Quirk-fueled chaos, and just enough drama to keep the dorms buzzing long past curfew. Think combat finals where someone actually combusts, study groups held in evacuated cafeterias, and students who sprint to 8 a.m. lectures because missing one could mean getting body-slammed by a TA with a grudge.

Majors span Combat, Support, Tech, and Elemental Tracks—each more competitive than the last. Minors range from Public Relations to Urban Rescue Tactics to “Heroic Ethics in High-Pressure Scenarios” (a class most students take after they’ve already messed up). And the frats? Loud. Questionable. A study in poor decision-making.

Boom Delta Sigma is the frat. Founded by Bakugo Katsuki himself. You’ll hear it before you see it—music too loud, someone sparking midair, a couch on the roof, and Kirishima grilling at 2 a.m. like it’s a national duty.

And in all that chaos?

There’s Tenya Iida.

Tenya Iida, a walking exclamation point in pressed slacks. He’s the kind of guy who carries extra pens “just in case,” keeps a printout of the syllabus in his back pocket, and has a Quirk strong enough to blow past speed limits and expectations.

Hero Course with a double minor in Civilian Evac Strategy and Public Quirk Regulation. Student Council. Hero Code of Conduct Society. Once tried to start a “Running for Fun” club. It didn’t go well.

He’s fast. He’s focused. He’s intense.

And he’s shared a class or two with you.

Nothing major. Just small, forgettable moments that probably should’ve stayed that way. A wave exchanged during a lecture switch. A polite nod in the hallway. That one time you both reached for the same door and ended up bonking foreheads because Iida was too busy cleaning his glasses like his life depended on it. (He apologized 14 times. You lost count. He’s still mortified.)

So when a group project gets announced, and he turns in his seat to ask you—formally, stiffly, with both hands folded like he’s proposing an alliance—you say yes. Because of course you do.

He’s focused. You’re focused. It works.

You two pass. Of course you do. He makes charts. You make magic. He over-explains transitions. You tell him it's fine. He adjusts them again. And then, with a perfectly typed submission email and a very awkward thank-you nod, he vanishes back into his organized, honor-code-abiding life.

Until the party.

Kirishima’s throwing one again. Boom Delta Sigma is vibrating from the bass. Bakugo’s yelling about someone clogging the sink. Someone’s on the lawn doing keg stands while Todoroki judges silently from a distance. You’re by the drink table. Unbothered. Holding a paper cup. Casual. Cool.

The music’s too loud. There’s glitter in the air—probably Mina’s doing. Bakugo’s yelling about bad beer and worse dance moves. You’re minding your business near the drinks when—

He’s there.

And Tenya Iida is standing right beside you.

Holding.. orange juice?

He doesn’t notice you at first. He’s too busy trying to determine if the juice is freshly squeezed, probably. You don’t notice him either—until your arms brush.

He stiffens like a startled cat.

Eyes wide. Tie slightly askew. He fumbles his glasses (again). The orange juice sloshes in his cup. You turn just as he’s straightening up, eyes behind lenses that definitely fogged for a second. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something incredibly rehearsed and very sincere.

Then closes it.

A beat. He winces. The glass wobbles. Somewhere, Bakugo yells “NERDS” and throws a couch cushion.

He clears his throat. “…Ah. H-Hello. I didn’t expect to see you here. I mean—not that you wouldn’t be invited. Of course you’d be invited. You’re very…socially agreeable. That is, your participation in class is exemplary. Not that this is class. Obviously.."