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A piano melody, accompanied by a flute and violin, drifted through the restaurant. The dim lighting and dark rooms, illuminated by candles and soft table lamps, added a romantic touch. Everyone at the table spoke quietly, as if caressing their words and not wanting to draw attention to themselves. Intimate, simple, yet perfect.
Iida looked ahead and couldn’t help but smile. Midoriya was just talking about how he had to call an ambulance after the kids in his third-grade teaching practicum made fun of him, saying that the biggest klutz had broken his leg, without realizing they’d just painted blood on him, and he was so embarrassed that he sent the paramedics who arrived a letter of apology along with a gift basket. Uraraka, sitting next to him, tried to cover her laughter with her hand and blushed slightly. She’d heard the story several times before, but Midoriya’s facial expressions and vocal inflections always made her laugh as he reenacted in detail what they’d said to him.
His eyes drifted a little lower. Midoriya was wearing a well-fitted dark blue jacket over a white shirt, the collar of which he had unbuttoned because he was starting to feel hot after his second glass of red wine. His hair was slicked back, but a few unruly strands had found their way through the gel and were sticking up. His eyes were misty from alcohol and laughter. Uraraka, sitting next to him, was wearing a red dress with a neckline so low that he had trouble looking her in the eyes. His gaze kept slipping to her breasts, which seemed even larger than before and glistened under the coconut body lotion she’d rubbed all over her body before coming to their date. Her hair was down, falling over her bare shoulders and framing her delicately made-up face.
They were pressed close together, their thighs pressed against each other, their palms resting on the table. Their fingers were intertwined, and they kept playing with them. Maybe they were doing it unconsciously. How long had they actually been together? Since high school? That was three years ago. They were planning a wedding. Or at least they’d mentioned it before he’d gotten to know them better. When exactly was Midoriya finishing school? In a year? Two?
“Iida?” The blue-haired boy flinched slightly. He wasn’t the type to get lost in his thoughts—and yet, here he was, sitting in front of the embodiment of his own desires in two forms, and all he could focus on was the choking sensation in his throat that made him frown and think of silly things. “Are you okay?” Uraraka grabbed his free hand, the one not holding a wine glass. He shivered. Her palm was so warm and soft!
“Y-Yes,” he stammered. He took a quick sip. The alcohol tingled pleasantly on his tongue and in his throat. Still, it didn’t dispel the feeling he was holding inside.
“You’re… pale,” Midoriya said with concern. He let go of Uraraka’s hand, pulled his chair closer to her, and brushed her lightly with his knee. For a moment, Iida forgot how to breathe. “Are you feeling sick?”
“It must be the alcohol.”
Uraraka tilted her head to the side. She looked like a cute kitten. Iida immediately wanted to run his fingers through her hair and stroke her until she began to moan with excitement. He took another sip. “Iida, if this makes you uncomfortable—”
“It doesn’t,” he said, perhaps a little too quickly. It caught them both off guard. Iida Tenya—perfect, confident, and always prepared—was now letting himself be caught off guard by the touches and glances of two college students. How pathetic. “I just…” He couldn’t describe the feeling.
“Are you nervous?”
“No.”
“Do you feel awkward?”
Iida looked at Midoriya in confusion. “Why would I feel awkward?”
Midoriya scratched his cheek. His gaze drifted to the floor. “Well, because you’re here with us?”
Iida blinked. “No. I’d never feel awkward about that. Have you seen yourselves?” He looked at Midoriya and Uraraka over again. “You’re gorgeous. I’d be proud if I met one of my clients and could brag that I spend my evenings in the company of these beautiful beings.”
“Stop it, you’re making me blush,” Uraraka giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. This revealed the gorgeous gold earrings he’d bought her a week ago. Along with that red dress he was now cursing. Because of it, he’d already had to loosen his belt several times so his pride wouldn’t keep pressing against him.
“A beautiful beings? Have you been watching The Lord of the Rings again?” Midoriya laughed and propped his chin on his right fist. He revealed a silver watch encrusted with diamonds—the one Iida had given him a month ago after he successfully passed another year of college. Midoriya didn’t want to accept them; they seemed too flashy and expensive to him, but Iida wouldn’t be dissuaded. While Midoriya stammered and tried to come up with another excuse, Iida had long since fastened them around his wrist and then kissed his palm. “Perfect,” was all he said, and Midoriya never wanted to take them off again.
Iida relaxed a little. He set his empty glass on the table and raised his hand to signal the waitress that he wanted a refill. In a moment, his glass was full again. He didn’t want to get drunk. But it seemed to him that it was the only thing that could calm his pounding heart and the loud thoughts trying to convince him that he shouldn’t be here today. “You both are so perfect, and I…” He laughed. He had to take another drink. “I feel like I don’t deserve this.”
Uraraka and Midoriya exchanged confused glances. Just six months ago, Iida had been nothing more than a man they passed on the subway. Every day, at the same time, in the same car. At first, they just looked at each other. Uraraka melted under his gaze, while Midoriya struggled to make sense of his confused heart. When they finally rode together and Iida looked them both over, he licked his lips and took a deep breath. An electric current ran through both of them, one they had to process that very night in their bedrooms, in their thoughts, with that gorgeous, unknown, bespectacled man who always wore a perfectly tailored suit and had a clean-shaven face.
Then came the days when they slowly grew closer. They were no longer separated by the space of the train car, just a few seats, until one day there was a collision, forcing the crowd to press them together. Iida towered over them both, looking down at them, his hands above them, while he held onto a support to keep from falling. Uraraka pressed herself against his chest, her face flushed, her gaze fixed on her hands, which held Midoriya tightly around the waist to keep her from falling. Midoriya looked at her, occasionally at Iida, who was glaring at him. Both of them were drunk from his wonderful scent, which enchanted them, and when they finally stepped out, hand in hand, they looked at the train car and couldn’t help but notice his enchanted gaze, which promised more than either of them wanted to admit.
A week later, in the same spot, on an empty train, they finally spoke to each other. A handkerchief fell out of Iida’s pocket. Or at least that’s how it was supposed to look. It was a test. They both fell for it like flies caught in a spider’s web. From that moment on, he couldn’t imagine a day going by without hearing their perfect voices.
It was strange. Iida lived alone. He was content. He had never longed for a relationship, even though his family tried to set him up with girls—and sometimes boys—from well-to-do law and medical families with whom they were in contact thanks to their family profession. But Iida never showed any interest in them. No one caught his attention. Work had always come first for him. Until he met that young couple, who captivated him with their eyes and vibrant energy.
“Silly boy,” Uraraka said, stroking his cheek. Iida hadn’t even noticed when she’d come close to him. He was so deeply immersed in his memories that he’d lost track of time.
“If we had any doubts, we wouldn’t be here,” Midoriya tried to reassure him, running his hand along his thigh. After a moment, he squeezed it gently, and Iida let out a soft moan. It was a soft, quiet sound, but they both heard it all too clearly. They shivered.
“It’s new for us, too,” Uraraka said, sliding her hand down to his neck. She could feel his heart pounding and the artery in his neck throbbing wildly. “Izuku was always the only one for me, and then…” She looked into his beautiful, red eyes. “This smart lawyer suddenly showed up.”
Midoriya leaned toward Iida’s ear and whispered, “I never believed anyone would turn me on as much as Ochaco.” Iida closed his eyes and pressed his lips together to stay quiet. But that caused his breath to catch in his throat, and what came out of his chest sounded almost animalistic.
“Please, Iida, can we go home now?” Uraraka asked, her eyes shining with passion, her cheeks flushed.
“We want to thank you for the clothes you got for us,” Midoriya said as he stepped away from him and pointed to the outfits he’d had his seamstress make for them a week ago. “And for dinner, too.”
“It was delicious, but Izuku and I would love some dessert.”
“One big, juicy dessert.” He licked his lips and bit them.
Iida finished his wine and set down his glass. “Let’s go,” he commanded. None of them could hide their excitement.