what about a scenario where I'd a has a fem/so that used to be a villain before they got whipped by a hero and was put into UA to help reform them, and Iida's always there to provide moral support and in general mom all over them whenever they accidentally start to fall back on old habits?
Honestly, this seems like one of the most Iida-esque things I have read in awhile. I got so excited to write it. He’s such a lovely little rule-bound baby and needs to be protected at all costs. It somehow ended up a little angsty.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hope this is okay.
Quick note: because this is a scenario, I skipped over the expository stuff. You can probably fill in the blanks yourself, but let me know if you want a prologue, I guess?
Iida x Ex-Villain!Reader
You awake to the sound of your dorm room being kicked open, creating a loud bang against the wall. “You will not be late to class again!” A voice yells out, heavy footsteps pounding toward you. You lazily roll over to be greeted by the face of your class president, Iida Tenya. He is standing far too close for your comfort.
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” you moan, kicking the covers toward your ankles. “Can you please, not crowd me?” You shove him away from your bed and swing your legs over the side, feet touching the floor.
“You must hurry, you only have 20 minutes until class starts and it is always best to be 10 minutes early!” He declares, arms flailing haphazardly. He fumbles around your room, pulling your uniform out of the wardrobe, your bag off a chair, and various other goods scattered around the room, offering them to you. You raise an eyebrow.
“You really shouldn’t snoop around a girl’s room so much,” you quip.
“This is an exception!” He declares, arms waving ridiculously again. “Now, seize the day!”
“Alright, alright,” you groan. “You have to get out though so I can change.” You point to the door that remains wide open. “Go.” Iida blushes and scurries out of the room, closing the door behind him gently. He remains just outside will you quickly get ready, occasionally knocking on the door for status updates. A few minutes later, you emerge from the room completely ready.
“Now, we need to run!” He yells to you. “We do not want to be late.”
You groan tiredly. Sprinting to class is one of the last things you wanted to do first thing in the morning. “Carry me?” You requested, large eyes looking up at him hopefully.
“No, a proper student arrives at class of their own volition!”
“But, you’re much faster than me and you don’t want one student making the class look bad by being late, do you..?” You whine, intentionally appealing to his teacher’s pet personality.
He scrunches his eyebrows before nodding vigorously. “Yes, climb on my back, we do not want anyone late to class!”
“Yay!” you pip happily, jumping up onto the president’s back. He grunts slightly but bursts off speedily without saying a word.
You sit in class, lazily twirling a strand of your hair while Aizawa-sensei drones on about the upcoming exam. You aren’t worried about the written part of the exam, as you tend to absorb any information easily, and there aren’t any curveballs they could through for the combat section. At least not any you aren’t prepared for. After a few minutes, he announces that the class may go back to the dorms and everyone anxiously chatters about the exam. You overhear conversations of meets up for tutoring, intense studying, and stress. Out of one ear, you hear Kaminari squeal “be careful with your words!” to Todoroki.
“Hey, if you want…” you mumble, wandering over to him. “I could help you study?” Kaminari perks up at the suggestion, a relieved smile on his face. However, before he can say anything, another voice cuts into the conversation.
“What could a shitty villain like you do?” Bakugo hisses, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t know jack-shit about being a hero.” The words cut you and you narrow your eyes bitterly.
“I know enough about heroes to recognize that you would be a terrible one,” you spit back, blood boiling. Your classmates eye you and Bakugo, worry painted across their faces.
“You wanna fight, you bitch?!” Bakugo screams, flinging himself upright, palms sparking.
“Hell yeah, I do,” you respond, your hair floating up around you, hardening into spikes. “I’ll bring you down a few pegs.”
The two of you face each other, geared and ready to fight, but before either of you has a chance to strike, a loud voice bursts in between you.
“Stop it! Stop!” Iida yells, throwing himself between you and Bakugo. He extends an arm toward each of you, attempting to calm the mood. “Proper heroes do not fight each other out of spite!” Bakugo narrows his eyes, uttering a loud “tch.” You, on the other hand, are not so easily moved.
“Who said I ever wanted to be a hero?” You blurt out, fuming. “These fucking rules are so frustrating!” The words are spilling out of your mouth, faster than you can contain them. “All they do is leave you heroes a step behind us!” You freeze. Oh no.
“Did you just align yourself with villains?” Yaoyorozu murmurs, eyes wide.
“I fucking knew this bitch was still a villain!” Bakugo screams. “Let me kill her!”
Your eyes burn, pupils dilated. “I-I-I,” you sputter, not sure how to get the words out. The entire class stares at you hesitantly. The heavy mood fills the air like a thick cloud of smoke. It’s too much for even you. You sprint out of the room.
As you run, your hair settles back to its natural texture, flowing behind you. Tears stream down your face and tiny sobs burst out of you occasionally. Finally, you end up outside the dorms, underneath your favorite maple tree. Your legs give way and you sink to the ground, shoulder wracked with grief. You don’t want to be a villain anymore and you hadn’t wanted to let your emotions take hold of you like that, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Old habits die hard.
As your sobs fade to meager sniffs, you notice someone shuffling toward you. You quickly wipe your eyes on your sleeve and choke down any remaining sadness. The person kneels down next to you and you look over to see a familiar four-eyed face. “Pres,” you choke out quietly. He places a gentle hand on your back. “I didn’t mean to- I don’t want to- I-” you struggle to find the right words, everything you say sounding like a useless excuse.
“I know,” he murmurs. “You’re not a villain anymore.” He strokes your shoulder softly. “You only said it because it’s become a habit. You didn’t mean anything by it.” His words come out soft and kind, unlike any other time he speaks to you. You nod weakly. “It’s going to take time to fully get you on the right track, but don’t worry,” he pauses to grin broadly at you. “I’m right here with you.”