BNHA | Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Tenya Iida x Specific Reader

Author's Note: Nova is her Hero name. Because it is easier to write this way. Makes it more personal. P.S. This is not my OC, I do not have OC, but giving her at least a Hero Name makes it much easier for me write and picture things.

Act 1

Tenya Iida had been mentally preparing for her arrival all week.

New recruits were not uncommon, but this one, Nova, was already a minor celebrity fresh out of U.A. Top combat scores. A wickedly fast quirk. Fought like a wildcat. And apparently, no understanding of protocol or restraint.

He had reviewed her file, highlighted it, annotated it. Twice. He even made a full itinerary for her first week, complete with training schedules, debrief simulations, and mandatory agency orientation. Because if there was one thing Team Idaten stood for under his leadership, it was order.

Then she blew in like a storm on Monday morning and tossed the entire plan, neatly stapled and paper-clipped, straight into metaphorical flames.

The elevator doors opened with a cheerful ding, and there she was. [Y/N] [Y/LN], aka Nova. Twenty years old, five foot something, combat boots, cropped jacket, the smuggest smile he'd ever seen, and sunglasses. Indoors.

"Yo," she greeted casually, tossing her duffel bag to the floor like she was walking into a locker room. "Which one of you is Captain Tightass?"

"Excuse me?" Iida blinked.

She pulled her glasses down just enough to glance at him. "That'd be you, huh? Kind of had a feeling."

There was a beat of silence in the room. His team frozen mid-task, waiting for him to explode. He didn't. Instead, he adjusted his glasses, squared his shoulders, and replied in the most clipped tone possible.

"I am Tenya Iida. Head of Team Idaten. You will refer to me as 'Captain Iida' or 'Sir.' Not..." He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing. "That."

"Sure thing, Captain." Her smile widened. "Sir."

God, she was going to be a problem.

***

The first day was a disaster.

She blew through his carefully structured tour in ten minutes, vanished during orientation to get a "snack," and then somehow managed to beat two of the team's senior members in a sparring match by lunch.

Not with strategy. Not with technique.

With speed and unapologetic feral energy.

"She fights like a damn alley cat," said his second-in-command, watching the security footage of Nova flipping over a concrete barrier and tackling a much larger opponent with a yell.

"She fights like she wants to win," Iida muttered, teeth clenched.

***

Later that evening, when most of the team had left, Nova lingered in the training hall, working through rapid-fire solo drills. Her movements were blinding, hard to track even with his enhanced perception. She moved like electricity...sharp, unpredictable, wild.

Iida stood at the edge of the room with a clipboard in hand, but truthfully, he wasn't writing anything.

"Nova," he called, stepping closer. "You're exceeding your training quota. You've already completed today's drills."

She didn't stop moving. "So? I'm not tired."

"It's not about exhaustion. It's about pacing. Recovery is part of discipline."