A/N: Hey, Y'all! I'm back ya boys, girls, and assorted mad geniuses, and ready to rumble with good old Iida in a game of writer and character. Again, I wrote these as I watched the episode, so number four kind of got solved right away, but I don't want to change because he was still unsure in the moment. Anyway, have at it!
Spoilers for S1 of My Hero Academia. And don't forget to smile, because it's a beautiful day to be alive.
Episode: S1 Ep 9 - Yeah, Just Do Your Best, Iida!
Rating: K+
Warnings: CAUTION! You may not be able to contain all the awesomeness you experience by diving into Iida's psyche! Reader discretion is advised.
Summary: Iida is the ultimate lifeform, Iida the dictator's origin story, Izuku and Iida have a glistening eyes heart-to-heart anime moment, the corridor is experiencing severe student flooding, and Aizawa is wayyyyy to cool for school and thus receives the thug life drabble treatment. Seriously, I'm really proud of the last one.
Iida frowned. He didn't understand reporters, and he doubted he ever would. They asked a question with passion and vigor, pressing for every detail, but when he actually gave them all the details, they would appear to fall asleep!
Some people are merely rude, Iida thought to himself. Still, he was in a huff over this most recent case, seeing as how none had bothered to record his perfectly chosen description. He stopped, and reminded himself that he was honorable, beneath such petty behavior.
After all, Iida reasoned, I am me! Reinvigorated, he walked on, chest puffed out once more.
Iida - well, Iida had had a long day, that was it. He was stressed out, he'd been annoyed by reporters, and now, when he brought up the reasonable appointment system of democracy, he hadn't even won.
Why cruel world? Iida shouted inside his head, why must this transpire? Am I not destined for the greatness I had once taken solace in? But no. Others had been chosen, and he couldn't say that it wasn't his fault, voting for Izuku. He leaned down, rubbed his face, and came back up to breathe. It was going to be an even longer day.
When Izuku thought of Iida, he thought of a strong hero, an awesome quirk, and unnatural speaking patterns. However, as he sat listening to Iida support him and compliment him on his leading skills, Izuku was surprised. Iida was serious, quite, composed, and smooth. Though Izuku knew that Iida was his friend, this had been one of the first serious discussion they'd had.
Izuku gaped slightly at Iida, looking at him from a different perspective. Iida was still the same person - but his dedication had been harnessed and perfected, and it wasn't unsure anymore. Now, it was strong and encouraging.
"Midoriya!" Iida shouted as Izuku was carried away from Uraraka and himself, down the swarm of students rushing to evacuate. He had to think, had to know… wait, there they are, Iida thought to himself, the trespassers are merely the press!
"Iida!" Uraraka screamed, as she too was carried down the river of students. Should he shout for attention? Should he use his quirk? He could not lead, because he couldn't even decide what to do with himself in a crisis. When he was in the moment, there was no chance he could risk taking. He was ashamed of himself.
After the incident with the press, Aizawa had felt a small amount of worry. On the ride to the USJ, Aizawa had felt uneasy. As they began training, his suspicion was proven correct. This was a despicable attack, not on heroes, but on children.
If Aizawa was completely honest, he couldn't take that many villains. But Aizawa was seldom honest, and seldom cowardly. He would die a hero's death, a worthy cause for twenty continued futures. He told them to group up, hoping Thirteen would protect them. This was his fight alone to wager. And his fight alone to lose.
