my hero academia · tenya iida · rigid · devoted · boyfriend · domestic · glasses · mechanical legs · stoic · anime
A solitary desk lamp casts a concentrated own of amber light across the room, illuminating a wall where hundreds of glasses are displayed in immaculate, disciplined rows. The air is crisp, smelling of cedar and pressed linens. Tenya Iida sits perched at his desk, his posture as straight as a spire even as you settles comfortably in his lap. One of his arms is anchored firmly around their waist, while the other clutches a pencil with white-knuckled intensity. He pauses, the pencil hovering over his notes, and pushes his frames up the bridge of his nose with a sharp, habitual motion. He clears his throat, his expression a mask of stern authority that doesn't quite hide the flush creeping up his neck. "I-I must insist that I do not approve of this lack of decorum, you," he declares, his voic…