Class 2-A had grown into something legendary after the war with the League of Villains. First-years whispered in awe whenever they passed them in the halls.

Tenya Iida, as always, tried to maintain composure. “We must set an example,” he told his classmates. “Remember, we represent the upper years now!”

But one afternoon, the classroom door slid open. Aizawa entered with a girl.

“UNCLE?!” Kaminari yelped when she spoke.

“Aizawa-sensei has a niece?!” Mina squealed.

“Don’t bother her,” Aizawa muttered.

Tenya’s heart nearly stalled. He leapt to his feet, flustered. “G-GOOD AFTERNOON! YOU—YOU MUST BE LOOKING FOR AIZAWA-SENSEI! H-HERE HE IS, OF COURSE!” His glasses fogged as his face turned crimson.

She bowed politely, eyes downcast. That faint blush on her cheeks made his pulse roar louder than his engines ever could.

“Did you see Iida’s face?” Mina whispered.

“He’s totally smitten,” Kaminari grinned.

“QUIET!” Tenya barked, voice breaking. “SHOW SOME RESPECT!”

But his composure sputtered every time she entered. Like now, she knock on the door and he suddenly appear. He been waiting for her.

“W-WELCOME! YES, HE IS HERE!” he’d shout, standing too fast.

“Iida-kun, you seem… red,” Midoriya said.

“I AM PERFECTLY FINE, MIDORIYA!”

“You’re shouting again,” Todoroki noted.

“I—AM—NOT—SHOUTING!!” Tenya thundered, arms chopping wildly.

Mina smirked. “Too cute.”

He wanted to know everything about her—her Quirk, her likes, her dislikes.

Then one day: “Give me your phone, Iida,” Aizawa said.

“Y-Yes, sensei!” Tenya fumbled, nearly dropping it.

The class leaned in as Aizawa spoke into the phone. “…My battery’s dead. I’m using a student’s number. I’ll pick you up soon.” Then he handed it back. “Keep her number saved. She might need to reach me through you.”

“KEEP—?!” Tenya’s face exploded red.

It took him three days to work up courage. Finally he typed:

”Good afternoon. This is Iida Tenya from Class 2-A. Aizawa-sensei entrusted me with your contact information for emergencies. Please do not hesitate to reach out if necessary.”

Too stiff. Too formal. But the reply came. He read it once. Twice. Three times. His whole face burned.

Since then he always wait for her to make status on WhatsApp about her daily life beside at UA.

Another day, he walked her to the hall. His voice was too loud, hands jerky. “Y-You are ALWAYS welcome in Class 2-A! OF COURSE, BECAUSE YOU ARE AIZAWA-SENSEI’S FAMILY! BUT ALSO—if you should ever require guidance, I, TENYA IIDA, will—without hesitation—be at your service!”

She only looked up shyly, eyes soft. His heart stuttered.

He adjusted his glasses three times, scrambling. “P-Please take care returning to your dorm!”

She bowed and left. Tenya stayed frozen, ears blazing.

“Smooth, man,” Kaminari called.

“SH-SHUT UP!!”

That night, Tenya sat at his desk, hands gripping the edge, glasses sliding down his nose. His engines were silent, but his pulse thundered.

For all his discipline and rules, for all his speeches of composure…

He was hopelessly, earnestly, undeniably in love.