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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Midoriya_Izuku/Uraraka_Ochako, Midoriya_Izuku_&_Everyone, Ashido_Mina/
      Hagakure_Tooru
  Character:
      Hagakure_Tooru, Ashido_Mina, Uraraka_Ochako, Yaoyorozu_Momo, Jirou
      Kyouka, Asui_Tsuyu, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Light_BDSM, Oral_Sex, acid_pussy_juice, Loss_of_Virginity, really_just_a
      cavalcade_of_uncomfortable_virgin_hookups, Nervousness, Group_Sex,
      Sleepovers, Tongues, Food_as_a_Metaphor_for_Love, Lesbian_Sex, Fix-It_of
      Sorts, Female_Ejaculation, Foot_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-01 Completed: 2017-07-01 Chapters: 32/32 Words: 34024
****** School's Gonna Be Weird After This ******
by yungdreams
Summary
     And so it came to pass that the six girls of the hero course of 1-
     A had a sleepover.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** A Big Sleep *****
Tooru stood outside the apartment, hesitating before she knocked.
She felt as though she looked like a ghost from afar, inhabiting a uniform that
some visible body had once worn, wholly out of place to the apartment block.
Behind her, the sun was dipping in the sky, and twilight would be gloaming
soon, shining in a crimson glare through the gaps where her skin would be
showing.
This whole affair had been Mina’s idea, but it was definitely borne from the
fact that she, Tooru, had confided in her that she’d never been to a sleepover
before. Mina’s reaction was appropriate.“WHAT?? Never? Okay, we’re fixing that
this weekend. I’ll get everybody else on board. The more the merrier, yeah?
Your first sleepover oughta be special!”
Which, of course, not for lack of trying—she was generally an outgoing person,
at least she thought—and she didn’t have any issues fitting in with people at
school. She wasn’t dreading it, obviously, but there didn’t seem a lot she
could DO at a sleepover. No painting of nails for her, given that it wasn’t
practical for school. She’d brought her favorite robe, which she adored, with
the swallow designs on the sides. Nobody was expecting PJs, right?
There was a twisting feeling in the pit of her stomach. Tooru always wanted to
be noticed. She craved people noticing her. But this all seemed a bit… fast.
Mina was almost too good at noticing her, and she was thankful for having a
friend who was so outgoing, even to a much greater degree than her.
“Mn! I’m overthinking this,” she whispered to herself.
Before she could rap her knuckles on the door, however, it swung open to reveal
Mina, scantily clad in a top and yoga pants, wreathed in light from the common
room, with pop music roaring out the doorway. She was like some kind of
lavender angel, bursting from the mouth of heaven, as she reached forward and
grasped Tooru’s wrist, to wrench her whole body, even if it were unseen, into
the foray of teenage girl interaction.
“You’re late, lady of the hour! Come on inside!”
Mina’s apartment was surprisingly spacious, and she lived alone, so she’d
pretty much immediately volunteered it for their stomping grounds.  By the time
the other five had arrived, she’d already put out futons in the living area and
mugs of hot cocoa, and their party was well underway before the sun was even
beginning to dip in the sky.
Somewhere into their conversation about their Quirks, which was pretty much the
ever-present topic of discussion with each other at school, Tooru felt it: the
shift from being nascent heroes to being just teenagers with superpowers.
“Man,” whined Mina, “all you guys have such cool Quirks! Mine’s just weird.”
“Oh, I love yours, Mina-chan! It’s so flashy,” Ochako mused. “It’s very suited
to being a combat hero.”
“Yeah, just sometimes I wish it were a little more toned down, like Tooru’s.”
“You really think this is toned down, Mina-chan?” asked Tooru, motioning to
herself with one seemingly empty sleeve.
“Well,” stumbled Mina, “not toned down, per se? Just, I guess, less
destructive.”
“I imagine your Quirk lends itself to mishaps quite readily,” said Momo.
“You wouldn’t believe how annoyed my dad got when I was growing up. I had to
wrap my bed in this, like, corrosion-resistant tarp because one time when I was
eight I had a nightmare, and I burned through it in the middle of the night.”
Mina’s eyes trailed upwards in thought.
“I’ve got so many good stories from when I was little, kyu~,” said Tsuyu.
“Pretty much every time I figured out something new I could do I would drive
everybody in my house nuts.”
“Like what?” asked Ochako.
“Ohh, you know, everything,” grinned Tsuyu. “Walking on the ceiling, changing
the channel on the TV with my tongue, taking my stomach out at the dinner
table. Everybody in my family has the same kind of Quirk I do, but my dad’s
pretty strict about not doing that kind of stuff around the house. I kept doing
it until they basically just got used to it. I was pretty much the worst child
ever.”
“One time, when I was little, these big dudes in black suits showed up to our
house, and they offered to teach me to become a spy and work for the Russian
government,” giggled Tooru.
“Whoa, really?” asked Tsuyu, incredulously. Tooru bounced furiously, her
version of a nod, which was a difficult motion to get across when you were
invisible. It had been a real thing that had happened, and it was oddly
frightening to think back on; their calm voices, speaking in lightly-accented
Japanese, and the ominous locked briefcase they had brought with, which Tooru
hadn’t seen the inside of.
“Man, I totally would take that deal! That sounds awesome,” said Kyouka. “I’ve
got like, one, maybe two practical applications for my Quirk. I have literally
never bought a pair of headphones in my life.”
“Yeah, I mean, Momo-chan has us all beat for practicality,” said Tsuyu.
Momo’s face turned pink, and she hid a little behind a big stuffed bear she had
brought along.
“Well,” she mumbled, “I can’t deny that. I can’t handle a lot of very fine
detail, but I can pretty much make anything you would normally need in a
house.”
Mina stuck out her bottom lip. “Ugh, see, Momo-chan has such a cool Quirk.
Actually, all you guys have super cool Quirks. Mine just causes tons of
problems.”
“You seem like you got a pretty good handle on it, though,” said Kyouka.
“Yeah, I haven’t, like, melted any more beds or anything.” Mina cracked a
mischievous smile. “Sometimes I burn little holes in my clothes and shoes and
stuff when I’m careless. I’ve gotten really good at controlling the acidity, so
like, usually the worst is a little tiny bleach spot here and there. Although,
there was this one time…” She trailed off.
“’This one time?’” needled Tsuyu.
Mina looked around at all of them, her eyes narrowed and a wide smile on her
face. “Oh my god, if I tell you guys, you gotta promise to not share it with
anybody.”
Ochako looked around everybody else. “We promise, Mina-chan.”
“Mmmmm, okay, but…”
Kyouka looked extra interested. “Just tell us.”
Mina took a deep breath, absentmindedly running a fingertip across the palm of
her hand. “Well, um, I have pretty good control how corrosive the goo on my
hands and feet gets, but, uhhh, I’ve had less success with my vaginal fluid.
Like, normally, it’s absolutely nothing, just like, regular levels, and then…
well, if I’m hooking up with somebody, it gets a little harder to control.”
Ochako and Momo looked aghast, but interested. Kyouka and Tsuyu looked like
they were about to burst with excitement.
“No way,” Kyouka breathed.
“There is absolutely a story here and you’re going to tell it,” said Tsuyu
impishly.
“Okay, it’s only happened once and like, this totally doesn’t leave this room.”
Tooru was entranced. “Absolutely.”
“So, like, last summer was kinda hectic and all with getting ready to apply to
U.A. and stuff, and my older sister’s boyfriend was staying with us because he
was starting this internship with a place in town… anyways, he was around a lot
and we hung out like every day and he was really cute and he had a nose ring
and really pretty horns and…” Mina shook her head. “Sorry, getting away from
myself. So one day we were both around and both had spent so much with each
other, and… well, it was my first time, and like, I think he just surprised me
is all?? Maybe with how big he was. It was going really good for like, three
minutes? Maybe four? And then he just like, yelps and pulls out and…”
Kyouka had a delighted expression on her face. “Yikes.”
Mina’s lavender face was ribboned with pink. “Yikes is totally right. I mean,
he didn’t lose his hardware, or anything. But, I ate through the condom, and
like, gave him the equivalent of a bad sunburn. God, I was so embarrassed. We
didn’t try anything for the rest of the summer. We didn’t even kiss!”
“I can’t wait to tell the whole class about this,” said Tsuyu.
“Tsuuuuuuuuuuu!”
“Joking, kyu~! Besides, I can’t mock you with anything more successful. I’ve
never had sex,” remarked Tsuyu, whilst playing with the tip of her tongue.
“Me neither,” said Ochako wondrously. “That’s so cool that you’ve gotten that
far, though! I’m a little jealous.”
“Yeah, I’m jealous too,” chimed Tooru. “I’ve never even kissed anybody.”
Everyone gaped at her.
Tooru’s voice was incredulous. “Really? Everybody but me? Even Momo-chan?”
“Hey! Do I really seem like that much of a prude?” asked Momo huffily. “Well, I
don’t r-recall liking it very much, but it was an experience for sure.”
Mina snatched Tooru around the midsection with both arms from behind and
lightly roused her back and forth. “Hee hee, it’s a good thing you’re at a
sleepover, where you can get in plenty of kissing practice.”
“Mina, this isn’t a low-budget American high school comedy movie,” said Kyouka
reproachfully. “Anyways, you’d better let go of her, I can literally feel Tooru
blushing from here.”
“Look, Tooru-chan, I just wanna let you know, if you want to kiss me, we can
kiss.”
“You should go for it, Tooru-chan,” Tsuyu goaded, her eyes wide with scandalous
personal investment.
Tooru looked back and forth from Mina to Kyouka to Tsuyu to Ochako to Momo.
“Um, this is what you all normally do at sleepovers?”
“I don’t think there’s, like, an official schedule for sleepovers,” said Tsuyu.
“I think it’s at least common,” said Ochako helpfully. Almost as if on cue,
Momo blushed harder.
“But I don’t think kissing girls really counts though, does it?” asked Ochako.
“Yeah, ‘if it’s between girls it doesn’t count,’” Mina added silkily. “Your
call, Tooru-chan.”
It felt like, in her mind, Tooru had already made the decision. She was
naturally impulsive, she just had trouble getting noticed. The mood in the room
was dreamlike, all splattered in bright colors and perfumed by their presence.
It was as if Tooru had taken a portal to a different realm, one that obeyed
different laws, and she closed her eyes to right herself, steeling her own
resolve. When she opened them, the colors were all melting into one another,
and her heart sounded like a fanfare in her ears, and Mina was face to face
with her like some kind of aposematic predator, dangerous and beautiful.
She was extremely beautiful, now that Tooru took a closer look.
***** Riled *****
“Yes. I wanna kiss you, Mina-chan,” Tooru blurted out, to a round of giggles
from Tsuyu and Kyouka.
“You sure made up your mind fast,” said Kyouka, drinking a protracted quaff of
cocoa.
“Oh, don’t tease her. Tooru’s never kissed anybody before, I think it makes
sense she’d be eager to.”
“Tooru-chan, seriously, you don’t HAVE to do it,” Ochako said conciliatorily.
“No! I’m all riled up now,” Tooru shot back. “C’mere and let’s do this.”
The other girls huddled around them as Mina faced Tooru at looked, more or
less, at where her face was.
“Um, uh, Tooru,” Mina giggled, “I don’t know where your lips are so, uh, you’re
gonna have to drive.”
Tooru faced Mina, took hold of her cheeks, summed up her courage, and placed a
kiss on her lips with a soft smek. Mina burst into giggles again.
“Oh, come on!”
“What? That was a kiss!”
“Tooru, that was, like, a peck.”
“Well, I don’t know how to… do anything more intense than that.”
“Look, just put your lips up to mine and I’ll show you how.”
The room was oddly electric, with the girls thronging around them. Mina started
slow, each roil of their lips ending with a wet smack, moving up to putting her
tongue into Tooru’s mouth. Tooru felt her energy and pushed back, wrapping her
arms around Mina while the two kissed.
Time seemed to pass in glassy slowness. Tooru was aware, suddenly, that there
were only two people making noise in the room, and the rest of the girls were
waiting with baited breath. Mina had a hungry look in her eyes when they pulled
apart, and she brought a finger up to trace the wet edge of her lips.
“Wow,” said Kyouka readily. “That sure was… something.”
“Wasn’t that fun, Tooru-chan?” asked Tsuyu.
She was still breathing heavily, and it seemed to take a while before Tooru had
the breath to speak. “Totally.”
“You, uhh…” Tsuyu’s lips curled into another smile. “You were moaning towards
the end.”
“What? I—I was?”
“You really were,” said Ochako, her face bright pink to match the others. “It
was like, heavy breathing plus you moaning. Plus lip sounds.”
“You were like a romance novel protagonist,” piped up Momo, and at this, Tooru
curled up under a blanket and sank from view, thankful that the others couldn’t
see the expression on her face.
“Ohhh, come back!” said Ochako.
Mina drummed her fingers on the lump in the blanket. “Look, sorry for teasing
you, Tooru-chan. That was really fun and you’re a really good kisser.”
“Really?”
Mina gave a big grin, showing two rows of pearly white teeth. “Totally! Guys
love it when you’re really loud and expressive, they eat that up.”
“Just remember, Tooru-chan,” said Kyouka, “despite all those good feelings,
’kissing girls doesn’t count,’ or something.”
“Oh.” Tooru faltered a little. It seemed like, for a few seconds, that she’d
embarrassed herself in front of her friends and ultimately didn’t solve
anything about her own experience.
“What? I definitely think that counted,” said Mina. She looked around at
everybody else. “I mean, right? Tooru, you definitely made that count.”
“Doesn’t stick unless you test it on a boyyyyy,” drawled Tsuyu, rolling around
on the floor and glancing, with eerie accuracy, right into Tooru’s eyes.
“Nah, Mina-chan’s right. If she did that to a boy, she’d knock him senseless. I
don’t think she needs to prove anything more,” Kyouka remarked. “Let’s just say
it counted and stop teasing the shit out of her.”
“No,” said Tooru, with a conviction that took everybody aback. A bit of a pause
followed.
“Tooru-chan,” Ochako began, diplomatically, “nobody’s gonna force you into—”
“No,” Tooru repeated. “Get me a boy, and I’ll kiss him in front of you guys.
Then we’ll all be on even terms. I mean, except for Mina-chan, who’s, you know,
actually had sex.”
“Gave a guy dick blisters, you mean,” Tsuyu said, through a wide, shit-eating
smirk, and Kyouka stifled a snicker with one hand. Mina shot daggers at both of
them.
“What do you mean, ‘get you a boy,’?” asked Ochako. “Like, any boy?”
“Uh, well…” Tooru thought for a second. “Probably not, like, any boy.”
“I think, if you were really serious, it’d be most feasible to do this with
somebody we already know,” Momo pointed out. Once again, a gravid pause. Mina
broke the silence, trying to keep a straight face.
“Soooooooo, who, out of the boys in our class, do you guys think is cute?”
***** Upon the Topic of Reasonability *****
Momo wrinkled her nose. “I’m not certain there are any boys in the class worth
kissing, to be honest. Well…” She trailed off in thought.
“What, were you gonna say Iida?” asked Kyouka.
“I wasn’t—I—look, I admire his passion.”
Mina and Tooru both burst out laughing.
“What? It’s not as bad as the crush Kyouka-chan has on Kaminari-kun,” Momo shot
back testily, to the intense and immediate recoil of Kyouka.
“I do NOT have a crush on Kaminari—”
“You absolutely do—”
“That guy is a pig and an idiot—”
“Well, you’re so abusive to him on a daily basis, but I think I remember a
certain day when you were very moody,” sneered Momo, “and it was the very same
day that Kaminari-kun started flirting with Ochako-chan.”
Ochako’s jaw dropped. “I just—I thought he was just being friendly,” said
Ochako hastily. “Did I end up leading him on??”
“I think he was just trying to get friendly with your pussy,” said Tsuyu
crudely. Momo nearly winced at the mention of ‘pussy.’
“I’ve kinda had a thing for Kirishima all year,” Mina said sheepishly. “But, to
be honest, it’s mostly because I think his Quirk at max hardness could stand up
to… whatever my vagina is pumping out.”
“I’d kiss Kirishima,” Kyouka conceded.
“Kirishima is totally cute,” added Tsuyu. “He’s also pretty dumb, so you’d have
to spell it out on a sign or something if you wanted to make out with him.”
“I think anybody is better than Mineta,” Ochako said, to a round of full,
vigorous nodding from everybody. “What about Todoroki?”
“Angst.” Kyouka listed off reasons with the fingers of one hand. “Arrogant.
Daddy issues.”
“Too brooding! But he is kinda cute,” Mina apprised.
“Okay, don’t tell anybody, but I think Tokoyami’s kinda cute,” Ochako admitted
with a smile. “I just think he’s kinda too intense for me.”
“Do you think you could make out with his beak?”
“Mm,” thought Ochako. “Maybe? Not like, right off the bat. I would need like, a
bit of prep time.”
“I think I agree with you on that,” said Momo.
“You guys are so unadventurous! Okay, if we’re at the ‘don’t tell anybody’’s
already, I think Bakugo’s kinda cute,” said Mina, clearly thinking out loud.
Kyouka spat out a short, barking laugh.
“What? Do you disagree, Kyouka-chan?”
“Honey, Bakugo is 100% gay. Have you seen that look in his eyes when he glares
at Midoriya? They’ve had that, like, blood feud since they were in grade
school, and I just know that Bakugo wants to get his hands all over him.”
“’The fated battle between men,’” Ochako breathed.
“The fated battle between dicks, probably,” murmured Kyouka. “Seriously,
imagine them kissing.”
“Actually, you know what?” Tooru piped up, having not contributed to the
discussion thus yet. “I think Midoriya’s super cute.” Most of Tooru’s inner
aesthetic opinions on boys from school were more or less within the realm of
reasonability, but she thought Midoriya Izuku was at least cute and seemed like
a genuine person. At this comment, however, everyone chimed in.
“Really?” said Kyouka.
“He’s so… plain,” Momo mused.
“Not to mention awkward,” giggled Mina. “He seems a little high-strung.”
“I think he’s kinda cool, though. He’s got that weird Quirk that he can’t
handle, and he freaks out any time somebody compares it to All Might,” Tsuyu
pointed out.
“I mean, yeah,” said Tooru. “All of those things are true, but, I dunno. I
don’t really know what he’s like outside school.”
“Occhan,” Mina said, turning to Ochako,”you guys are always together. What’s he
like?”
“Deku-kun? Well none of you guys have ever really hung out with him, right?”
asked Ochako.
Everybody else shook their heads.
“I think he’s super cool. We’ve hung out a bunch,” Ochako said, a finger posed
on her chin as she thought. “He’s a pretty… thoughtful and passionate person, I
think. Like, all things considered.”
“I do like his fluffy hair,” Mina tossed out as a consolation. “Occhan, would
you kiss Midoriya?”
Ochako snorted in laughter a little. “Um, probably not on, like, a whim? Maybe?
Mm, probably. I mean, I think he’s pretty cool, and like, pretty reasonably
cute? I think mostly because I don’t associate him with, you know,
‘kissability.’”
“Yeah, you know what? I’ll change my stance a little. I think he’s cute,” Mina
declared.
“I’ve definitely thought he was cute for a while,” said Tsuyu.
“You could do worse than Midoriya,” Kyouka acceded, cleaning her nails
absentmindedly.
The conversation about boys slowed to a grinding halt after discussing Izuku,
and a brief wave of quiet spread through the six girls in the plush bastion of
the common room. Again, it was Mina who spoke first.
“Hey Occhan,” asked Mina, “do you have Midoriya’s number?”
“Hm? Yeah, I do.”
A devilish smile slowly spread across Mina’s face, and her yellow eyes were
alight. “You, uh, think he’s free right now?”
“Probably? I don’t know what he gets up to on the weekends. Why?”
“I wanna get him to come over.”
***** Puerile and Conspiratorial *****
Ochako laughed. “Oh my god, no.”
“Why not? Tooru-chan thinks he’s cute.”
“I literally don’t think there’s any way for this situation not to be awkward,”
said Ochako, her smile crossed with uncertainty. “Besides, that’s super
embarrassing for Tooru-chan and Deku-kun both.”
“Who says it is for me?” Tooru asked. “I mean, now that I think about it, I do
walk around naked like 90% of the time.”
“Tooru-chan, you got embarrassed because we pointed out that you got really
into kissing, and you went and hid,” said Kyouka. “Like, this would be funny if
you got Midoriya to come over, but I’m inclined to agree with Occhan. Even if
you do work up the courage for this, Midoriya will probably die from
embarrassment.”
“I think, maybe, there’s a way we could make it not awkward for Midoriya-kun,”
Momo said, conciliatorily.
“Seriously, Momo-chan, you too?”
Momo blushed a little, and shrugged. “Look, I can’t deny that I’m not at least
a little invested.”
“Have you guys gone nuts? Jeez,” Ochako said, looking around at all of them.
“C’mon, Occhan, gimme your phone,” Mina said, with a bouncy girlishness.
“No.”
“C’monnnnnn,” Mina whined. “It’ll be funnnnn. It’ll be a bonding experience for
the girls of 1-A.”
“Oh, knock it off, Mina-chan.”
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Mina continued, pouting loudly, as she reached across the circle
for Ochako’s phone, a pink-and-white affair in a heavy-duty case.
“Oh my god, stop, Mina,” Ochako laughed, reaching her phone first. Mina pawed
at her hands as Ochako played keep-away. A chill went through the immediate
vicinity as Ochako used her Quirk, and lightly batted it away from Mina, to
float lazily toward the kitchen. Just as it seemed like Ochako had won,
however, Tsuyu’s pink tongue shot out of nowhere, and she retrieved it and
quickly gave it to Mina.
“Not you too, Tsu-chan!” wailed Ochako.
“Nice save, Tsuuuu,” Mina trilled.
“Kyu~! Of course I’m down for this,” Tsuyu said. She bore a look of intense,
focused anticipation, and she stared at Mina with her eyes wide.
“If you can convinced Midoriya to come to a house full of cackling girls and
kiss Tooru-chan without him spontaneously combusting, I will literally never
doubt you ever again, Mina-chan,” wagered Kyouka.
“What’s your passcode, Occhan?”
“Like hell I’d tell you!” Ochako tackled Mina, knocking her on her back. Mina
wriggled a little, to which Ochako responded by grabbing her wrists and holding
her in place.
“Please, Occhan?”
Mina went limp under Ochako’s grip. With Ochako towering over her, she looked a
little crestfallen. “Look… I’m not trying to piss you off, Occhan. I’m just
trying to make this night a little more fun. Like, not just for Tooru. For all
of us. And you said that like, Midoriya was super cool, and none of us have
hung out with him outside school, so… I kinda wanna get to know him better.”
Ochako paused. “Just… please promise me you’ll be gentle.”
“I promise. I’m the gentlest person you know,” Mina said, her voice syrupy.
Ochako surveyed the room, scanning her eyes across each girl, still posed above
Mina, holding her in place.
“Seriously, am I the only person who thinks this has the potential to get
weird?”
“Yeah, it totally does. But weird is good, right?” Giving her most innocent
smile, Mina stared up at Ochako with the same hungry look that she’d given
Tooru.
“Tooru-chan, are you really okay with this?” Ochako asked her, her voice
pleading.
“Yes,” said Tooru. “I mean, I trust you. And I trust Mina-chan and everybody
else.”
Ochako gave a long sigh, and her voice softened with a little “Fine.” She
dismounted and released the hold she held on Mina’s wrists.
“Awesome! Thank you, Occhan.”
Ochako held her arm out, palm up, and stared directly at Mina, her expression
set. “Mina, give me my phone back.”
“What? But you just said—”
“There is no way that you’re going to be able to make this not seem like a
joke. If anybody’s gonna convince Deku-kun to come over, it’ll be me.” Her brow
was furrowed, and Tooru could see that Ochako was determined.
“That’s fair.” Mina proffered Ochako’s phone back to her, which the latter
took, gingerly and stared at for a couple seconds.
“Whoa, Occhan, that was super cool,” said Kyouka. “You’re like a cowboy. You’ll
make a crazy cool hero someday.”
Ochako seemed to remember where she was, and the gravity of the situation. She
blushed. Turning to Tooru, she asked her, “Look, you’re cool with all this,
right? You’re gonna end up the main attraction, after all.”
Tooru thought back to the years of feeling lonely, her friends losing track of
her and playing without her. She thought about how a boy had never called her
cute, or ugly, for that matter. She wanted to be cute, or ugly, or anything and
everything in between. She was sick of being neutral. She was going to be
noticed, even if the night took a turn for the worse. She had already staked
her bets on Mina to help her out to begin with. She took a bracing breath.
“Yeah,” said Tooru. “This’ll be fun.”
Izuku, as it turns out, was free. Given that his Friday evenings were normally
spent in front of his computer, checking up on the reports from recent heroes,
scrobbling the threads on the bigger hero fandom websites, he was very free.
The sun was setting now, and he was lazily doing curls with his favorite
dumbbell while scrolling with his other hand. His phone ringing was a wholly
alien experience, and when he turned it over and saw Uraraka Ochako’s name,
emblazoned in bright white letters, he nearly dropped it. His heart was
pounding fast when he answered.
“H-hello? Uraraka-san?”
Ochako’s voice came through, loud and cheery on the other end.
“Deku-kun? Hey! What are you up to right now?”
“Uhh, n-nothing. What’s up with you?”
“Do you wanna come hang out?”
Izuku heard a smattering of giggles, nebulous background noise as Ochako
wrestled the phone back.
“Hang out? Like, now? With you?”
“Um, yeah!”
“Yeah, sure! Where are you right now?”
“We’re at Mina-chan’s apartment. It’s all the girls in 1-A,” Ochako said.
Izuku distinctly heard “Tell him to bring an overnight bag” from someone in the
background, probably Tsuyu.
“Are you guys having like, a party, or something?”
Another round of furious giggling. Ochako sounded like she was holding back a
laugh also. “Uh, no, we’re just… kinda hangin’ out. You should really come by!
It’ll be fun.”
“Okay! Yeah, I’ll come by! Um, should I really p-pack an overnight bag?”
Mina’s voice cut across Ochako’s. “Yeah, can’t hurt!”
Ochako was back. “I’ll text you the address for Mina-chan’s place. See you in a
bit.”
The call ended as strangely as it had begun, and Izuku was shaking a little
from excitement. He took a deep breath. Was he really going to get to hang out
with Ochako? He interrogated himself, and the situation at hand wildly in his
head as he packed a bag. In comic books, there was always, inevitably, an arc
that involved leading a male hero into some kind of trap by feminine wiles, and
Izuku thought to himself about the possibility of an ambush, but then dismissed
that possibility as both puerile and conspiratorial, given that there was no
reason that Ochako would end up being bait for him. He gave himself a smack
with both hands on his face as a simplistic preparatory measure, dismissing any
of his fanciful paranoia, and headed for the door.
“Bye, Mom.”
“Where are you going?”
“To hang out with a bunch of girls from school.”
“Oh! Of course you are, honey. Text me if you’re staying the night.”
***** Harpy Claws, Broker's Fees, and Staring Down the Barrel of a Fully Loaded
Mina *****
When Izuku arrived at Mina’s apartment, twenty or so minutes past, he found the
whole cadre of girls waiting for him outside.
“Hey, Midoriya-kun!” Mina greeted shrilly before he even got to the stairs.
“Hey,” he managed.
“There’s something we need to, uhh…” Momo looked around hesitantly. “…brief you
on, before you come inside.”
“Only if you feel up to it.”
“And if you wanna,” appended Ochako.
When they were finished explaining the situation, which, in even its shocking
brevity, took many little conversational twists and turns by its multiple
narrators, Izuku stood in brief, shocked repose.
“Okay, so l-lemme get this straight,” he said, immediately flustered. “So
Hagakure-san hasn’t k-kissed anybody before—”
“Never kissed a boy before,” corrected Kyouka.
“And you called me over here to f-fix that.”
“Only if you feel up to it,” said Mina, sweetly.
“And if you wanna,” appended Ochako.
Izuku looked around, spying no floating garments to indicate Tooru’s presence.
“Um, where is Hagakure-san, actually?”
“She’s waiting in Mina’s bedroom,” Tsuyu snorted.
“So, is this like a b-bet, or something?”
A chorus of “no”s came from the semicircle of Izuku’s classmates, with the
exception of a resounding “yes” from Kyouka. Mina eyed her dangerously.
Stepping out of the cadre of girls, Mina closed distance with Izuku
surprisingly fast and peered directly at him with her black-and-yellow eyes,
with the softest expression she could muster.
“Look, we just wanted to make sure that Tooru-chan had the best slumber party
experience she could hope for,” Mina said, her tone soft, smoothing the creases
on the sleeves of his shirt with her strangely dainty fingers, a gesture wholly
set apart from Izuku’s previous recollections of Mina’s fingers, which mostly
focused how fast she could melt through steel and concrete. “We’re not doing
this to embarrass her, or prank her, or anything gross like that. We just want
her to have a fun, nice experience. And what better way with a nice, cute boy?”
Izuku felt his face grow hot. Mina was close enough that her breasts were
pressing into his arm, and given that she was taller than him, her face, as
soft and cute as she was, gave off the quality of something vulturelike as she
looked at him.
“Also, we want Tooru to feel cute, and, yanno, liked. I mean, you like her,
right?”
“Oh. Okay, I understand,” said Izuku, who definitely didn’t understand. “Um,
but if she hasn’t kissed anybody before—”
“A boy,” Kyouka corrected, again.
“—does it really make sense to, like, p-push her into this decision?”
“She suggested it,” Kyouka snorted.
“She thinks you’re really cute. And you’re definitely the best choice out of
all the boys in the class,” said Tsuyu. “We checked and took a list, kyu~.”
“It’s just one kiss. You don’t have to do anything more than that.” Mina
squeezed his arm a little tighter, and her chest was peeking a little out of
her top.
There was a moment of extremely bizarre, liminal quiet as they all stared at
him. The sounds of dogs barking and chirping cicadas spread softly around the
surrounding roads, under the hum of fluorescent streetlamps. It was a
highschool summer, a lazy, balmy night that echoed back to every sweat-stained
evening that Izuku had spent alone before U.A., before All Might and One For
All. Finally, though, Izuku’s eyes fell on Ochako, who gave him a determined,
excited smile, which prompted another wave of blood to flow to his face.
“Um, uh, j-just like let me think about it for five minutes.”
Izuku was inside within three, almost before he knew it, being dragged along in
by both arms in a vicegrip from a giggling Mina and Tsuyu both.
“If you need anything, just call! We’ll be in the other room,” Mina said
brightly, immensely pleased with her own handiwork.
“Pay attention to her and don’t do anything she doesn’t want you to do,” said
Tsuyu, her voice husky with her own vicarious excitement.
“And above else, have fun!” said Mina, as she and Tsuyu parked him in front of
the doorway to her bedroom.
“Deku-kun,” asked Ochako from behind him, and he paused to look over his
shoulder. “Please be gentle with Tooru-chan.”
Izuku gave a small smile, the first since he’d gotten here. “I promise.” Ochako
smiled back, her expression soft.
Izuku took two or three deep breaths, and with one outstretched, shaking hand,
he opened the door to the bedroom and went inside, closing it behind him.
The whole common room sighed a collective sigh of accomplishment.
“That was really impressive, Mina-chan,” said Momo.
“Right? I didn’t think I had it in me,” Mina said, exasperatedly, as she
slumped on the sofa.
“Jeez, Mina-chan,” Kyouka said. “Alright, well, I can’t doubt you ever again.”
“I hope they both have fun,” said Ochako, her voice a little weary. “It seemed
like we really forced him into it.”
“So what now?” asked Tsuyu.
“Hm. I hadn’t really thought that far in advance,” Mina said, through a wave of
giggling.
“No, seriously,” said Kyouka. “What happens after he comes out?”
“He’s welcome to stay and hang out,” said Mina. Her attention was elsewhere as
she lay back on the sofa. “I dunno. We probably shouldn’t just kick him outta
here, that seems shitty.”
“Yeah, but do you really think he’ll want to stay and hang around with six
girls at a slumber party? He looks embarrassed enough for the relatively simple
task we put him up to doing.”
“If he’s not going, and he’s not staying, do you all have any ideas for what
you think we should do?” Momo, who had just been calm before, suddenly looked
stressed again.
Everyone looked at Mina, who was splayed across the sofa, texting idly on her
phone.
“Well,” she began, “Tooru’s not the only one who could have a slumber party to
remember.”
“…you CANNOT be fucking serious, Mina,” Kyouka said, her voice incredulous.
“Wait, what? What’s she saying?” asked Ochako.
“She’s suggesting that, as long as Izuku-chan’s here, we all should try to have
some fun with him,” said Tsuyu, through a wide smile. Ochako was absolutely
speechless.
“You did NOT implicitly sign us up for… a fucking seven-person makeout party
without our consent, Mina,” snarled Kyouka. She stood, her shoulders squared
and arms crossed as she bore down over Mina.
“Look, we don’t all have to go at once,” Mina retorted. “But hey, I’m sold! I
think Midoriya’s cute also, and before he ends up leaving, whenever that is, I
want to at least get in, yanno, like, a kiss! Probably nothing more! He looks
too nervous to go any further. Call it a broker’s fee,” she said, beaming over
the lip of her phone.
Momo was hiding behind the pink stuffed bear again, her arms wrapped around its
neck and her black bird-of-paradise hair wobbling overhead, giving the
impression of a large mohawk. “M-maybe it could be worth our time,” she mumbled
into the bear.
“God, you’re gonna give Momo-chan a fucking nosebleed,” Kyouka spat. “How could
you be so careless?”
“Maybe my problem wasn’t that I was careless,” said Mina, as she rolled around
to sit upright, then rose to her feet with uncanny quickness to come face-to-
face with Kyouka. “Maybe my problem is more that I’m opportunistic and somehow
I’ve been going along with the current ever since I got ahold of Occhan’s
phone. Seriously, Kyouka, when’s the last time you kissed somebody?”
Kyouka puffed her cheeks a little, and looked away. “I seriously don’t think
that’s at all relevant.”
“I just… I really hope that Deku-kun’s being gentle,” said Ochako.
“I don’t doubt that he is, Occhan. He seems like a considerate person,” said
Mina with immediate softness, without taking her eyes off of Kyouka.
“Mina, I just wanna say, from one girl to another, that you are a fucking
harpy.”
“Oh, thank you, sweetie.”
“God, I wanna punch you in the face.”
“What? Kyouka-chan, do you want to fight me over this? Like that’ll be any more
productive??”
“Hey,” said Tsuyu.
Mina’s lips were curling into a pugnacious smile. “Because, you know, if we
fought, I would absolutely win.”
“Heyyyyy,” said Tsuyu, more loudly.
“No, I just think that—”
“Hey!” Tsuyu interrupted.
“What, Tsu-chan?! What?!” snapped Mina.
Tsuyu looked extremely pleased. She was smiling widely again, with one finger
oriented lazily toward the wall, on which the other side lay Mina’s bedroom.
“Listen.”
Kyouka and Mina’s argument was cut short as a loud moan sliced through the air.
“Given that I think those two have already gotten started,” said Tsuyu, “we
should either listen in or put our efforts into figuring what to do, yeah?”
***** Spun-Sugar Air *****
When Izuku had stepped through the doorway, he was startled to see Tooru,
waiting in a thin robe, with its folds seemingly draped into thin air.
“H-hey, Hagakure-san.”
“Hey, Midoriya-kun.”
Izuku crossed to the bed clumsily and sat down next to Tooru’s figure. The
light coming in through the open windows flowed with a deep velvety-blue sheen
that permeated the dense blackness of the bedroom. Tooru’s robe shimmered in
the light as she sat up.
“So, I guess Mina-chan told you the score, right?”
“Yeah,” Izuku said. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “One kiss?”
“Mm-hm!” Tooru tried to keep her tone down from nervous excitability towards
more of a demure-maiden type of vibe, but it was difficult. She wondered,
momentarily, how Mina-chan managed to do it, appearing so interchangeably
reckless or shy at consecutive moments.
“She’s persuasive, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, jeez. I thought I was just going to come over and hang out with Uraraka
and you guys, and then… this got sprung on me.”
Tooru’s heart sank. “You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to. I
understand.”
“Oh no! I—I mean, I didn’t mean it that way. I think you’re cool, Hagakure-
san.”
“Thanks. I think you’re cool too, Midoriya-kun.”
“T-that robe looks good on you,” Izuku said. He meant it, too. Being in such
close quarters with Tooru, Izuku saw that she was extremely slender, with a
very thin waist, and relatively shorter than the other girls. She had a
surprisingly big chest, and it felt stranger to be seeing it in this context,
where the shape of her breasts were defined now, than in practical exercises at
school, when she was normally naked, just a pair of gloves and boots in mid-
air.
“I’m sorry I’m so awkward,” he apologized.
“It’s totally cool! You can’t see how much I’m blushing right now.”
Izuku took another deep breath.
“Is this your first time kissing somebody?” asked Tooru. Izuku nodded shakily.
One of Tooru’s sleeves lifted, and he was startled at the sudden touch on his
lips by her invisible finger. Tooru felt an immense wave of relief, as well as
some arcane satisfaction knowing, in some sense, at what kind of role she was
playing at the moment.
“It’s my first time too. Your lips are really soft,” Tooru said, marveling. “Do
you wanna feel mine?”
“Yeah,” Izuku said. His heart was racing in his ears. Tooru took his hand,
gingerly, and ran the tip of his index finger over her lips.
“Yours are really soft too.” As she leaned forward, one edge of the robe’s
inner collar fell, presumably over her shoulder, and Izuku could envision the
outline and curves of her body in the soft twilight. She would look at home on
the cover of a gravure magazine as an idol of some kind.
“Hagakure-san, you’re… you’re really cute.”
“Really?” Tooru slid a little closer to Izuku. She was so happy, she felt like
her chest would burst, her heart thrumming like an engine. “That’s the first
time a guy has said I was cute.” Izuku felt her hands on his shoulders, and he
could feel the heat of her breath as she moved dangerously close to him.
“Ready?”
“Hagakure-san…”
“You can call me Tooru,” she said, as she pressed her lips to his.
Electric was the only word to describe it, like energy was coursing through
Izuku’s brain, the rampant physicality of her body, which she had always
thought invisible, forgettable, pressed against his. As she moved her lips,
delicately at first, he moved his; as she used her tongue, he used his. The
smell of cocoa and marshmallows from her breath flooded his nostrils and mouth,
and she tasted like spun-sugar air, her body feeling unimaginably light against
his chest. Both of them were clumsy, fumbling this way and that, but they made
good dance partners. When her lips left his, Izuku was left in a spinning daze,
and it was certain to him that they were floating in space, like nothing
existed outside of Mina’s candy-colored bedroom.
“That was… one kiss?”
"Yeah,” Tooru breathed, close to his face still. She was slumped against his
chest, looking upwards into his eyes, and he matched her gaze, unsteadily.
“Could we do it again?”
When they kissed again, both of them went into their exchange with renewed
vigor, their awkwardness and youth cracking away like a shell as they felt one
another. This time, they kissed with their whole bodies, Tooru almost in
Izuku’s lap, the two of them swaying back and forth in desperate
experimentation. Their fervor trailed out on their lips and necks, as Izuku
gently steadied one side of her head with one hand and kissed her neck, feeling
the short brush of unseen hair atop her frame, and tracing around the
topography of her body with his lips, trying his hardest not to bump into her.
Reflexively, a loud moan escaped Tooru’s lips as she, likewise, ran her fingers
through his coarse hair, the vibrations of which ran through her neck,
thrumming under his mouth.
Impulsively, Tooru took the back of Izuku’s hand and guided it up to her chest
over her heart, letting him caress her through the thin robe. They continued to
kiss, her moans stifled and piteous as they echoed around in his mouth and down
his throat.
She ran one hand down his T-shirt and felt the jutting bulge through the rough
material of his shorts, and was immediately taken aback by its hardness in her
cupped palm. Tooru giggled a little. “Wow. You’re, uhh, you’re really hard.”
“Yeah,” Izuku admitted, somewhat sheepishly, and he couldn’t help but laugh a
little also.
Though she was nervous and unsteady, she felt courage in the unblinking
forwardness that she always showed in her progress towards becoming a hero,
like it was nothing more than conquering a self-imposed impediment. She was
here, now, with a boy who found her cute. Tooru needed not to interrogate
herself further to figure out what she truly wanted, the biggest takeaway from
her first sleepover.
“Do you—do you wanna have sex?”
“Um… here?”
“Well, yeah.”
“In Ashido-san’s room?”
“I think Mina-chan’ll be okay with it.”
“Okay.” Izuku nodded, his freshman unsteadiness returning in waves, his heart
resuming its heavy and slow tatoo through inside of his ribs.
“Here.” Tooru laid on her back on the bed. Izuku awkwardly disrobed for a bit,
stripping off his shorts and socks, and Tooru took sight of his tool, dangling
under a little shock of dark hair. Even from far off, it looked a little
imposing.
“Aw, c’mon, take off your shirt too,” Tooru teased. As Izuku did so, he noticed
one of Tooru’s sleeves migrating down toward her thighs, and realized that she
had one hand between her legs.
“I’ll lead you. Just, um… go slow, okay?” Tooru’s voice was shaky, a loose mix
of embarrassment and feverish anticipation. She reached out and put her hand on
his dick, attempting to assuage her own nervousness for a brief moment before
they started. Her grip was a little too fierce on Izuku to begin with, and he
winced, recoiling a bit.
"Sorry! Sorry.” She replaced her hand and felt him, keeping up a slow pumping
motion with her wrist. “I’m sorry! Does that feel okay?” She felt his original,
almost painful hardness return as she kept up a steady upkeep of strokes,
moving the head between her thighs. “Here. Can you move a little closer to me?”
“Is h-here good?”
“Put your hands on my thighs.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah. Right there.”
Tooru moved him around with her wayward hand, making the head of his dick kiss
her entrance, ever so slightly pushing her folds apart. She wriggled a little,
the motion tickling her, and she took a deep breath and stared right into the
eyes of the freckle-faced boy whom she’d chosen—no, summoned—as her first.
“Okay, go ahead and push it in. B-be gentle.”
Her silhouette, a shapely divot on the covers of Mina’s bed, seemed to almost
contort, little areas of pressure releasing and shifting as her back arched.
She let out a loud whimper, and Izuku stopped suddenly, halfway inside.
"Are you okay?”
“Yeah… go a little slower…”
Tooru’s insides were tight, an invisible gauntlet locked around Izuku, and with
every successive thrust, her tightness subsumed into the background of gyrating
stimuli; warm, slick, a thin layer of sweat forming where Izuku’s hands were
grasping her thighs. With every thrust, Izuku’s dick disappeared from view
inside invisible nothingness, their intercourse aetheric. Tooru laid her head
back, her eyes closed, letting herself be awash in the simplicity of the moment
and its constituent strata, the minutiae of every action that led her to this
point. She exhaled.
“Should, um, I should go faster now?”
“Yeah…” Her replies grew more breathy and soft-edged, more dynamically rising
and falling into moans and uncontrollable bursts of pleasure-veined squeaks.
When Izuku went faster, using all the muscles just in his hips, he saw little
balled mushrooms of bedcovers where Tooru’s fingers grasped into fists.
“Oh, Izuku…”
***** Small Blind *****
Outside of Mina’s bedroom, and concurrent with the events therein, the five
remaining girls of 1-A were posted outside of the wall, listening in on the
tryst between their friends.
“That, uhh… that absolutely sounds like sex,” said Kyouka.
“No way,” said Mina. “They could still just be, like, heavy petting or
something.”
“Wanna bet on that?” asked Kyouka, silkily. One of her earjacks extended and
wiggled in front of Mina’s face.
“You’re on.”
“You’re gonna loooooose,” said Tsuyu, her tone low and mocking, with one ear
clasped to the wall.
“Shut up. Loser runs down to the convenience store and grabs a bunch of snacks
for everybody,” Mina countered. “Now plug that shit in, and let’s find out.”
Kyouka felt the wall’s variable thickness in places, scanning with the edge of
the jack, finally finding a suitable spot and jamming into the drywall,
cracking it.
“You gonna fix that after you’re done walking to the store?” Mina sneered.
“I’ll get Momo-chan to spackle it. Now shush.”
All five of them were deathly quiet. Another muffled squeal from Tooru pierced
the calm air. Kyouka made a series of expressions with her face that could only
be indicative of deep and consternative thought.
“Hmmmm. Hmmmmmm. No, they’re having sex.”
“What? You’ve gotta be kidding me. Here, gimme your other jack to listen with.”
When Mina tuned in, holding the tip of Kyouka’s jack almost against her
eardrum, she could hear the inner workings of the bedroom with uncanny clarity;
from the shifting weight on the bedframe to the slow collision of bodies and
finally to the intermingled breathing of Izuku and Tooru’s moaning, it felt
almost as if she were inside the bedroom with the two of them, and her mouth
fell slowly agape into reticent offense. She handed Kyouka’s jack back to her,
and one by one, each of the rest of the girls listened in briefly.
“Um… Mina-chan? Are you okay?” Momo asked her, tiptoeing over each word. “I
mean, I think I got into this because of how… I don’t know, rebellious and
indecent it’s seemed, but you seem really upset.”
“She’s fine. She’s a little pissed because she had this scheme to bring Tooru-
chan up to speed with the rest of us, and now Tooru-chan’s officially gotten
farther than her with a guy,” asseverated Tsuyu, who was enjoying fanning the
flames a little too much. “Hey, Mina-chan, how’s it feel to have the student
become the master?”
Ochako was blushing furiously. “Guys, why are you fighting?”
Mina turned to fix her caustic gaze on Ochako.
“No, seriously, I mean… why are you all making each other so angry? I mean…
well, I kinda didn’t think that Deku-kun had it in him, but shouldn’t we just
be happy for Tooru-chan? It—it sounds like she got to spend a really fun moment
with him, so…”
Mina nodded, then stood up, her expression softening a little. “You know what?
That’s a really good point, Occhan. I didn’t really think of it that way.”
“Good. I’m glad—” Ochako sighed wearily, before Mina brazenly interrupted her,
mid-sentence.
“I also didn’t think that Midoriya had it in him. And I don’t even mind that I
lost, because I’m going to go down to the store for a second and clear my
head.”
“You sure?” asked Kyouka. “You don’t have to—”
“It’s literally a five minute walk from here. I’ll be back before they finish,
probably. Maybe I’ll bring something back that’ll up the stakes a little,
Kyouka-chan.”
And with that Parthian shot, Mina had her shoes and a sweater on, and was out
the door in a flash.
***** Way to Stick the Landing, Kid *****
“Tooru… I’m gonna…”
“What…?”
“I’m gonna come soon, d-do you want me to pull out?”
“Um, yeah, lemme just…”
Izuku extricated himself from Tooru’s insides as fast as he could, his dick
pulsating slightly, giving off the same feeling as a live grenade attached to
his hips.
“Where you do you wanna fin—”
As Tooru curled one hand around Izuku, he shuddered and came, laying two or
three contractions’ worth of cum across Tooru’s stomach in a staggering line, a
stippled spatter reaching nearly to her breasts, suspended and gleaming on her
invisible skin. It surprised Tooru enough to make her gasp. It was almost
spectacular.
Tooru gave a long exhale. “Wow.” She gathered up a fat, pearly droplet between
finger and thumb and brought it to her mouth. It tasted, much to her chagrin,
like pretty much nothing at all, more a globule of warmth with the bouquet of
thigh sweat and the texture of runny mucus.
“Yeah, jeez,” said Izuku, slumping, hanging his head as he lapsed
unceremoniously into refraction.
“Gosh, Izuku,” Tooru teased. “You had me going, and then you went and finished
before me, and I didn’t get to come.”
Izuku looked immediately apologetic. “Do you wanna keep going?”
“No, um… I think I actually might be too tender, right now.”
“Um, do you want me to go down on you?”
She took another deep breath. “No, just let me chill out… for a second, I’ll
finish myself off.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’ll just be easier if I do it by myself.”
“Um… okay.”
Tooru could see that Izuku looked like he’d wronged her in some way. “I—I mean,
it’s really hot how you like, painted me. That made for a memorable first
time.”
“Yeah. Um, I’m sorry if—”
“Izuku, it’s okay. I had fun. I’m… I’m glad you were the first person I got to
have sex with,” Tooru said, as meaningfully as she could. She meant every word,
speaking from the slow, smoldering center of happiness that she felt deep in
her chest. He couldn’t see the smile on her face, or the rudiments of little
tears forming in her eyes. Izuku felt the palm of her hand touch one side of
his face, and he put his hand over hers, finding her fingers and entwining them
with his.
“I’m glad too. I mean, it was my first time too.” He fumbled a little, but
kissed her hand lightly, and she giggled. They sat in the stillness of Mina’s
bedroom, now wreathed in nighttime. They sat in their moonlit repose, again,
transformed in the wake of their delicate waltz. Eventually, it was Tooru who
broke the silence again.
“Would you mind going and getting a towel, or something? I’m still… all messy.”
***** Six Demon Bag *****
When Izuku opened the door to the bedroom, he met face-to-face with Mina and
the others, beaming broadly, which making him flinch.
“So? How was it?”
“You guys sure sounded lively.”
“Tell us all the details, kyu~.”
“Was it romantic??”
“You were gentle, right, Deku-kun?”
“It was, uhh, it was r-really fun,” Izuku stammered through a wide, genuine
smile at the cavalcade of inquisitive faces blocking the doorway.
“How about you, Tooru-chan? Was it funnnn?” Mina asked, wearing an immensely
satisfied expression on her face.
Tooru hid her face in the sleeve of her robe, giggling softly. “It was so much
fun,” Tooru said happily.
Izuku accidentally made eye contact with Ochako, and blushed when she gave him
a smile. It was amazing, he thought to himself, that he could’ve forgotten that
Ochako had been outside the entire time, maybe even listening in. The whole
nature of his encounter with Tooru felt so constructed and alien, the fact that
he had managed to lose himself in the act and actually have a fun memorable
time seemed, in a sense, miraculous.
“Could I, um, could I get by? I need like, a towel or something for Ha— for
Tooru.”
“By all means,” Mina replied, allowing him passage through. She turned back to
Tooru. “Do you need anything, Tooru-chan?”
“I’m good, I think.”
Returning with a washcloth, Izuku gave it to Tooru, who mopped her stomach up.
“Thanks, Izuku.”
“You guys should come out and be in the common room for a bit. It’s cooler than
the bedroom. You want a glass of water?”
Not even one hundred and twenty seconds later were Izuku and Tooru clothed and
sitting awkwardly out in the common room, drinking ice water. Izuku had joined
the circle to make seven all sitting around the common table, flanked by Mina
and Tooru on either side. Mina smiled right into his gaze, her black and yellow
eyes drilling into him. She began, immediately in gear.
“So. Here’s the—admittedly tentative—battle plan for the time being, we’re
thinking. You,” Mina stated imperiously to Izuku, “go five more rounds, twenty
minutes apiece, with the rest of us.”
Izuku’s shock was more than immediate. The blush colored his face
cataclysmically fast, giving him time for only one real garbled interjection,
which didn’t serve to slow Mina down.
“Five…?!”
“More rounds. Yes. Five more rounds. Like, one for each of us?”
“Uhhh… this… Ashido-san—”
“You can just call me by my first name. In fact, just use everybody’s first
name if we’re gonna… yanno…” Mina motioned, mentally grasping for a suitable
term. “Gosh, there’s like, an English expression for this kind of situation,
right?”
“What, like ‘running a train?’” snorted Kyouka.
Mina wrinkled her nose. “Really?? Ugh. Nevermind, I hate how that sounds.
Anyways, I think we can stand to be a little more familiar.”
“M-Mina-ch-chan, this seems kinda exhausting.”
“It really does, if you phrase it how Mina-chan does,” said Momo.
“Just think of it as, like, a workout. We’re here to share you, if you’re so
willing.”
“This doesn’t feel real, to be honest.”
Mina moved closer to Izuku, which was clearly shown to be a favored tactics of
getting boys to agree with her. “It’s small fry compared to the boy who single-
handedly downed an Obstacle-Class training mech on the day of the entrance
exam, with just. One. Punch.” Her three latter words were accompanied by one
hand trailing up Izuku’s leg.
“Uh—”
“Because all of us have seen you in training and we all know what you’re
capable of.”
Izuku gulped.
“And Tooru-chan had so much fun with you… so I’m curious how much fun you’ll
be.”
Mina was so close, she was basically whispering in his ear. Izuku could feel
the soft susurrus of breath across his upper cheek.
“Occhan’s always telling us how cool you are, Midoriya-kun. How about you stay
the night and play with us for a while? You already brought over a bag, even
though Tsu-chan was messing with you. It’ll be funnnnn,” teased Mina, her
expression rapacious. She toyed with the shopping bag on the end of two
fingers, which she waggled playfully. “I even went out and got us some…
provisions.”
With Mina encroaching on his arm and so close to his person, Izuku eyed the bag
with intense wariness.
“Is everybody really in on this?”
There was a brief lull in the air of the common room, and, everyone nodded,
like a slow wave rolling through the group. Then, Ochako burst into a fit of
giggles, and then Momo, and then Tsuyu, Kyouka, and finishing with Mina’s
measured snicker.
“Oh gosh, I was gonna faint waiting for everybody else to nod,” Ochako
quavered. She took a self-congratulatory gulp of hot cocoa.
Kyouka fought back a chortle. “I mean, I think… okay, for me, it was the sound
of you and Tooru hooking up next door. I’ll admit, I’m curious.”
Tooru was blushing again, but she gave a little unseen smile toward Izuku, a
motion that went criminally underrepresented by her corporal persona.
He scanned the room nervously, for what seemed like the thousandth time. “If we
were g-gonna go through with this… what exactly does everybody w-want?”
Mina tittered, squeezing his arm capriciously, moving it to rest in her
cleavage. “Sex, obviously.”
“Sex.” Tsuyu had been quiet throughout Mina’s lengthy diatribe, but when the
esurient, somewhat mischievous word escaped her lips she sounded as tumultuous
and turned on as Mina.
Kyouka was engrossed in something on her phone. “Sex, mostly.”
Momo’s voice was soft, but she sounded set, pulled into the surreal fervor that
encapsulated the slumber party. “Um… sex-related things.”
Ochako was blushing, again, but she managed a shy look towards Izuku. “I
haven’t really made up my mind yet, so I’ll just go last.”
“Well, if it’s everybody else also, how come Mina-chan’s the only one trying to
convince me?”
“Probably because she managed to convince you to come here and fuck Tooru.
She’s the most persuasive one,” Kyouka said, her tone sagely.
“Wait,” said Tooru, “you wanted us to hook up the whole time?”
“Well, not like… whatever. It doesn’t matter,” Mina replied. “What matters is
you’re here now, Izuku-kun.”
“Jeez, this is really weird.”
“I think it feels a little weird for us too,” Momo pointed out.
“Well, I mean… um… a-as long as we’re all on the same page…” Izuku looked
around at all of them, all beaming onwards, fixated at him with intractable
attention, his mind churning out image after image of girls from his class
locked into poses both indecent and coy, and his teen brain struggling to make
sense of the situation before catastrophic meltdown. Eventually, he made an
executive, albeit spur-of-the-moment decision.
***** Standard Operating Procedure *****
A wave of exhales went through the group, and then a slow roll of affirmative
giggling surfaced briefly, before quieting back down. After that, Mina brought
her hands together for a short, sharp, self-congratulatory clap. “Well, now
that that’s all settled, why don’t we move on to logistics?”
Ochako looked bemused. “Um, what?”
“Yeah, logistics. Like, we don’t even really need the bedroom, do we? Why don’t
we have our fun out here?”
Kyouka rolled her eyes.
“I think if we’re going in a discrete order by partner, it makes more sense to
separate the bedroom and common room,” Momo said, an oddly operational facet
showing through her voice. “That way, people can use the common room to sleep
and do other, non-sex activities. Also, um, cleanup will be easier.”
“Totally!” Mina agreed. “That makes sense. Should we let other people listen in
on the people hooking up?”
“Um, well, I think Kyouka-chan has the most potential for um… intrusive
surveillance on the people in the bedroom, and there’s not a straightforward
way for the bedroom pair to enforce the people outside from listening, so I
would say that it should come down to the preference of the bedroom pair
whether or not they’re okay with… um… voyeurs,” Momo stammered, averting her
eyes to the ceiling. “A-as unreliable as it has p-proven in the past with other
exercises, I still advise we use, um, an honor system. We should be able to
rely on each other’s trust as classmates, I think.”
Mina was bubbly with excitement, fidgeting lightly and still glued to Izuku’s
arm. “Now that I like, really think about it, this whole thing feels kinda like
an exercise, yanno? We oughta treat it a little more like one if we wanna plan
it out.”
“Mina-chan, this whole thing has been unplanned from the start. Why don’t you
just charge in this and start this off already?” Tsuyu asked, in an oddly curt
fashion.
“Well, we’ve at least decided that there’s going to be, like, an order, right?
If this is like, a training exercise to bring us all up to speed, do we wanna
lay any ground rules? Any boundaries for the whole group not to cross?”
“Technically, that’s not logistics, Mina-chan. That’s protocol,” Momo
corrected.
“Whatever. Anybody?”
“Listen to Izuku-kun, don’t do anything that would make him uncomfortable,
first and foremost. Don’t listen in if people don’t want you to. Abide by your
time limit? Oh! Use condoms, how could I forget that,” stipulated Kyouka, as
she crossed to the kitchen. “Is anybody else, just like, fucking starving? I
think I might make some food.”
“Yeah, I’m hungry also,” Ochako chimed in. “You want help, Kyouka-chan?”
Izuku genuinely felt like he was losing his mind. He piped up for what felt
like the first time in forever. “Um, who’s going f-first?”
“Hm?” Kyouka turned back to him. “Well if I’m gonna get food started, I don’t
mind going last, or second-to-last. Momo-chan, you got a preference?”
“I also don’t mind going second-to-last. I think Ochako-chan wanted to be last,
though.”
“Hm. Okay. Conservative estimate says that I’ll want at least to have SOME food
done before going, so for now, I’ll plan on going third? Then Momo-chan, then
Occhan.”
“Mm-hm! That sounds reasonable,” Momo acceded happily. Ochako nodded, excited
to have lots of tasks to accomplish.
Kyouka smiled broadly. “Okay! Then that just leaves Mina-chan and Tsu-chan. You
guys duke it out over who gets Izuku-kun first. Oh, and Tooru! Did you want
another round?”
Tooru hopped to her feet. “I think I’ll be ok for the night! Maybe I’ll sleep
next to Izuku later, if he’s ok with it. Do you guys need me to run out and
grab groceries?”
“I’ll get started on a list. Let’s figure out what we wanna eat first. Occhan,
could you prep a full pot of rice? I think we’ll make more if we need it. Mina-
chan, where’s your apron?”
Mina pointed towards the balcony door. “The main one I use is the green one on
the clothesline! There’s a spare folded up in the drawer with the like, hot
pads and potholders.”
“Um, everybody?” It was Ochako who was speaking now. She looked at the floor,
and in her hands, she was worrying the frayed edge of Mina’s spare apron,
pleasant and beige-colored, grown reliably worn with years of use. The room was
struck dumb in a strange reverie that reflected the oddity of their
companionship.
“Can I suggest two more… um, ground rules?”
“Go for it,” said Tsuyu, at once without a smirk on her face.
“Um… I know this sounds kinda lame, but… could we not treat this like a
competition?” She wiped her eyes with the corner of the apron, and Izuku saw
she was tearing up. “I know you guys have seen me get really fired up for stuff
in the past, and I love competing, but it’s kinda hard to watch when it’s my
friends tearing each other apart over things we shouldn’t fight about. I really
hate seeing you guys fight each other over really dumb stuff. Let’s just have
fun and like, learn a little about ourselves, okay?”
Mina’s odd exterior, her devilish coquettishness, appeared more human and
vulnerable when her expression softened. She smiled, a toothy, bare,
heartwarming smile. “Yeah, of course, Occhan.”
“And the other one is… I love you guys a lot, and I love being friends with
you, so whatever happens, let’s still be friends, okay?” Ochako smiled at
Izuku, her eyes pink. Tooru bounded over and hugged her. Kyouka hugged her too,
the three of them cradling their heads together.
There was another brief moment, a repose of feminine solidarity in myriadous
form, a chorus of “aw”s and “I love you too”s and good will between friends,
teammates, eventual comrades. The six of them spun a diamondlike armistice and
agreed that if anything should cause them internecine strife, they would think
back on the night they all promised each other to be friends.
Midoriya Izuku felt a little disconnected from this show of good faith. Yet,
right as he smiled and consigned himself to being just a tool for interpersonal
growth, he was blindsided by a hug by Ochako, and then the rest of them, all
six girls of 1-A, together. They sat for a little while like that, nobody
moving, just a slow, rollicking breath moving through them seven, and the
smells of sweat and hair.
“We didn’t forget about you, Izuku-chan. You’re one of the girls now,
officially,” said Kyouka.
In a sense, it was the strangest development that he felt like he was party to.
He felt metamorphosed by the moment he had shared with Tooru, bore down on by
Mina and challenged, but in a night crystallized by tumult, this narcotic
slowness was the precursor to something stronger, and larger.
They broke apart after their productive respite.
“What were you gonna make, kyu~?”
“Probably some onigiri to start. You got a preference for fillings? I was gonna
do kombu, maybe kimchi? I like hamburger in mine, so I’ll do one or two of
those.”
“Hamburger? Really?”
“Yeah, the trick is to mix it with something spicy, and not overcook it.”
***** Freckle-Faced Boys' Parts *****
Tsuyu abdicated her spot to Mina, letting her go first; it was a
straightforward delegation, given that the whole thing had, in a sense, been
due to her machinations, and given that she was already four-fifths of the way
into having sex with Izuku in the common room, it was a neat choice.
Kyouka watched the pair of them disappearing, Izuku nearly being dragged by one
arm, into the bedroom, as the door closed with a resounding click. “I think
we’ve upgraded from a low-budget sleepover movie to a low-budget American
porno,” she commented to Ochako, whose thoughts were elsewhere on softening
potatoes and soybean paste and freckle-faced boys’ parts.
Tooru was all ebullient and mesmerizingly happy to have something to do, and
after peeling off her robe and putting on a random skirt and top she’d borrowed
from Mina’s dirty laundry, she was set on retrieving groceries for the grand
dinner Kyouka had wanted to make. Mina’s pantry was full of vegetables, and she
had tofu and most of a bag of rice left, but Kyouka and Ochako judged that they
needed far more supplies. Kyouka handed her the list she had formulated with
Ochako.
“I can’t ever remember what’s in season for summer, it’s like mackerel or
seabass? Get whatever’s cheaper in the frozen section and we’ll defrost it for
cheap sushi. Oh, prawns, too. They’re on there. Here’s all the cash we pooled
for dinner.” Kyouka tossed her the roll of sandy-colored notes.
“My bike’s out front! The basket’s pretty big and I do shopping in it
sometimes, so you shouldn’t have any troubles getting stuff back. Oh, and be
careful! Watch out for cars.” Ochako gave her a big smile, and handed her the
key to her bike lock.
Ochako and Kyouka stood, shoulder to shoulder in aproned regalia, looking
forcibly domestic against the backdrop of Mina’s apartment, which over the
course of the last hour had changed from just a domicile to some kind of
transformative sin den. As Tooru crossed to the door, putting on her shoes, a
canvas bag swinging haphazardly from her unseen shoulder, there was a
beautiful, simple caprice in how she carried herself. Kyouka smiled. “Hey,
Tooru-chan!”
Tooru turned back to face her. “What’s up?”
“You’re glowing.”
Ochako laughed warmly as Tooru, abashed but aflutter, hurried out the door.
Momo was reading, running a brush through her long black hair while Tsuyu was
parked by the listening wall, squatted down, her ear cleaved, her face screwed
up in concentration. Ochako stirred the pot full of root vegetables, checking
their consistency, while Kyouka leaned against the countertop, bored by the
slowness of the rice cooker. She looked over at Tsuyu. “How’s it going?”
“Hmph! She’s so quiet!”
Kyouka inattentively ate a spoonful of chili paste, chewing on the seeds.
“Maybe she’s embarrassed that we’re listening in and doesn’t want to spoil the
mood?”
“Maybe. She said it was okay for us to listen in, but maybe she’s rethinking it
and doesn’t wanna lose her façade. Maybe she’s using, what, eighty, ninety
percent of her willpower to not give Izuku-chan dick blisters.”
Her eyes widening, Kyouka was suddenly way more interested. “Aw, right! I’d
momentarily forgotten about that. Wanna take a bet on whether or not she melts
his dick?”
A grin cracked Tsuyu’s face. “You’re on, kyu~. What’s at stake?”
“Hmmmm. Loser has to act really overly slutty during their turn, loud enough
for the other to hear.”
“What does ‘overly slutty’ entail?”
“Yeah, that’s kinda vague… you have to at least act sluttier than Mina does
during HER turn.”
Tsuyu let out a husky rasp of a laugh, clearly tickled. “Deal. I vote she gets
it under control.”
“Well, if Mina-chan loses control and um, b-burns Deku-kun, won’t we end up
taking him to the hospital?” asked Ochako, suddenly looking dire.
Kyouka smacked her forehead. “Fuck, I’m dumb. Which means she’s definitely been
like, thinking about that all evening, like, either to avoid it or work through
it.”
“I don’t think she’ll get that far, kyu~. She definitely doesn’t want a repeat
of the last time a guy fucked her.”
“Well, yeah. She told me that she had a plan, although Mina-chan’s plans have
been less successful in the past,” Kyouka said.
“Nah, it’ll probably be okay in the long run. Maybe Mina won’t even go for it
and will just stick to doing stuff that doesn’t involve Izuku-chan’s dick. I
had originally suggested to Mina-chan that we do different days of the week for
each girl rather than one night, so she could get a little more time to prep,
but she was pretty set on this,” said Tsuyu.
“We could set up a contingency in case of injury,” said Momo. “That way your
bet can keep the same stakes.”
“Yeah, and then if she ever finds out that we bet on whether or not she was
gonna maim Izuku-kun, she will be seriously PISSED.”
Tsuyu cocked her head a little. “It’s also just, um, not nice for Izuku-chan.
He’s our friend.”
Momo thought for a second, looking up from her book and running the brush
through her hair with a placid expression. “A possible solution? You both could
bet on whether or not Izuku-kun and Mina-chan even try, um, penetrative sex, or
simply stay with something different.”
Both parties considered this with furrowed brows for a bit. Eventually, Kyouka
nodded.
“That’s totally a reasonable read, Momo-chan. So what’s your call, Tsu-chan?”
“She’s gonna play it safe. She has enough sense to know when to exercise
caution, it’s one of her strengths in class.”
“Totally. But, she has the tendency to like, totally try to tackle things head
on, because she knows she has the strength to do it. By that logic, whatever
plan she has, she’ll probably use.”
“This’ll be an interesting bet, hm?”
“Die’s cast, Tsu-chan!”
Her words were punctuated by the sound of Ochako using all of her arm strength
to hack her way through an especially woody parsnip, and shoveling its ragged
remains into the pot of boiling vegetables.
“They’ll be okay,” said Ochako, her face motivated and supported, as she
proceeded onto a radish, chopping it into chunky little semicircles. “Whatever
they end up trying, Deku-kun’s gentle, and he’ll probably do whatever he can to
help. I have faith in him.”
***** Aqua Regia *****
They were there, through the door. Mina’s lips were on Izuku before they were
even sitting on the bed, and she ran her fingers across his bare chest and
sucked on his lower lip, dragging her teeth softly on his shoulder. She was all
made up of looping flirtatiousness on the outside, concealing her
straightforwardness and her hungry sense of passion; unlike Tooru, who was one
soft, bright leap of faith from here to there, Izuku could feel her prior
experience coming through in her deep breaths and venturesome squeezes of her
hands. She lacked the air of exhibitionism that Izuku thought she would show,
blushing a little when he put his hand to her chest.
When she undressed, Izuku caught himself paying attention to every inch of her.
He felt a little more reluctant now, more awkward and vulgar for him to be
gazing at her naked in front of him, her thighs thick with muscle, her chest
broad, her nipples were the same soft purple-pink as the rest of her body.
“Don’t stare, you’re embarrassing me,” she whispered.
He sat upright on the bed, with her perched in his lap, her fingers wrapped
around and working his dick with one hand while they kissed. Izuku reached down
with one hand to touch her between her legs, and was taken aback when she
snatched his wrist. Mina looked like she was about to cry.
“What’s wrong?”
Without much warning, she broke down.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, Ash—Mina-chan,” he apologized, but she shook her head.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you before we started. Please don’t get
angry at me.”
And with that, through a spate of tears, Mina gave him the short version of
when she lost her virginity. Izuku was stunned.
“And I-I think it was just that he w-was rough and he was big and we went a
little fast and maybe I freaked out a bit. He didn’t force himself on me or
anything. Like I really don’t want to do that to you.”
“Hey, hey. It’s—it’s okay. If you’re too scared to try it again, we don’t have
to do it.”
“I should’ve told you from the start. I was so caught up in just… in trying
to…”
“W-well, I mean, it’s really good you told me,” he stammered. “Thank you for
that. I really wouldn’t want to be surprised, i-in that way.”
“I just don’t w-want to fall b-behind everybody else. I just want s-sex to work
for me. Earlier, I was jealous because you were fucking Tooru, and Kyouka and
Tsu were making fun of me, so I went and got a bunch of lube, so I thought,
maybe like, we could at least dilute it a lot if I lost control, but I really
don’t want to do that to you because you’re so nice to me…”
“Remember what Uraraka said? I don’t think anybody would judge you if you
didn’t, you know… make having s-sex work for you.”
“I know,” she cried. “I’m just selfish, is all.”
She sat, huddled against his shoulder, leaving a little wet spot where her face
had been resting.
“Um, Mina-chan?”
Still with her body pressed against his, she didn’t look at him when she
answered. “…yeah?”
“You say that y-you have pretty good control over it normally, y-yeah? If you
want to try, then, let’s try.”
“Are you kidding?”
He felt the little corona of pride for his friends, for wanting them to learn
and grow and change alongside him, and it steadied him into making his
decision. “I’m serious. We can go really slow to start.”
Sniffling, she looked at him, and Izuku caught a glimpse of her gleaming black
eyes, the irises sharp and yellow like lemon skin. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Promise me you won’t get angry if I can’t d-do it.”
Izuku picked up the washcloth he’d given Tooru, which was laying at the foot of
the bed, and dabbed at Mina’s cheeks. “I promise I won’t get angry.”
She sniffed, then burst into laughter. “Did you just wipe my face with the
cumrag?”
“Oh j-jeez, I’m sorry!”
“No, it’s fine. It’s actually kinda funny,” she giggled, some of the color
returned to her voice. The air of resolve around him melted away like a puff of
smoke in a gust of wind, as Izuku fumbled to apologize, but as Mina watched
him, stammering and flustered, she thought about what he’d said, and she was
glad by his companionship. She kissed him on the forehead affectionately, and
after a spell of light giggling, her smile and earlier manner returned, for the
most part. Mina wiped her eyes and looked at his.
“Izuku-kun… are you sure?”
“Yeah. Let’s try.”
Out of the grocery bag that she had brought with, she retrieved a condom and
relatively large bottle of water-based lube. Wearing the condom felt alien and
cloying, and it took a bit before he got used to the continual stimulus of
having it wrapped around a sensitive area of his body.
“Okay,” Mina said softly. “If you feel anything off, or bad, or like… whatever,
just pull out. You don’t have to say anything.”
Izuku took a concatenation of soothing, readying breaths, focusing himself.
“Okay.” Orienting herself with a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, Mina moved her hips
downward, and slid his cock inside her.
“You can start moving now,” she shuddered, her voice breathy.
When Izuku moved, he found himself staring right into her eyes as he rolled his
hips as slowly as he could manage. Her insides weren’t as crushingly tight as
Tooru’s had been before she had acclimated, and so their complete, glacial
movements felt a little less clumsy and more synchronized. Mina closed her eyes
and rolled her head back, letting the rhythm of the encounter guide her, in an
oblique fashion; the comfortable feeling of a long-awaited stretch in her
quadriceps as she rose and fell.
Mina smoothed his hair comfortably as he leaned forward, planting kisses on her
neck and upper chest. Their sex was dreamlike and nearly silent, both of them
pointing all their attention towards themselves, in a sense; almost feeling
precarious while at the same time soothing to both of them. When their rhythm
was perfect, it felt like trapeze, moving fluidly from partner to partner
through somersault, catch and release. Mina wrapped her arms around him for a
better grip. She was focusing so hard, but she wanted to whisper what she was
thinking into his ear.
Izuku, you’re amazing.
***** Upon the Topic of Anal *****
“Are they fucking yet?” asked Tsuyu. “Can you make anything out?”
“They’re still so quiet! I can hear the bed a little, though.”
“Momo-chan, would you come and watch this skillet and make sure the garlic
doesn’t burn?”
Momo crossed to the kitchen as Kyouka hurried over and got to her knees along
with Tsuyu and a blushing Ochako. Kyouka extended one of her earjacks and
plugged it into the previously-made hole for listening purposes, and at once,
she could hear the inner goings-on of the bedroom.
“Ummm... I think they’re having sex? Maybe not like, vaginal sex?”
Tsuyu’s eyes were wide with excitement. “Whoa, you think he’s in her butt??”
“God, no, Tsu-chan, I mean maybe Izuku doesn’t have his cock in her.”
“Could I get a jack?” Tsuyu listened in, the wheels of investigation turning
behind her bright black eyes. “No, I think they’re fucking. Like, vaginally.”
“I disagree? I think he’s maybe got his fingers in her or something.”
“Whoa, I feel like maybe that’s more dangerous, kyu~.”
“Why?”
“Running the risk of losing a finger while in training to be a pro hero?”
“Beats having your junk reduced to meat paste.”
Ochako snorted. “Mina-chan didn’t melt off anybody’s junk that we know of. I
think the worst case scenario is that he ends up with a bit of a burn. Besides,
Deku-kun nearly destroys his arm every time he uses his Quirk! Seems small
compared to, I dunno, helping out a friend.”
“Imagine if putting your fingers in a girl was an occupational hazard, then.”
“What’s the word for that, when somebody else is fingering you?”
“Um… ‘being fingered?’”
“No… like, ‘manual sex’?”
“I think you mean ‘digital sex,’” Momo replied from the kitchen. “Kyouka-chan,
I think your garlic is done.”
“Well, whatever,” Kyouka huffed, clearly disappointed with her listening
abilities. She unplugged her jack from the wall and went back to tending her
stir fry. “Although, Tsu-chan brings up a good point… if Mina has problems with
vaginal sex, maybe anal would work for her? I mean, I think you really have to
work up to doing that, but at least, if Mina’s really like, eager to be
penetrated—”
“That’s really not the issue,” said Momo. “I think it’s just that Mina has some
degree of trouble controlling her Quirk during sex. The problem isn’t in
getting around the danger. She laughs about it, but it’s plain to see that her
own lack of control bothers her, and she’s headstrong. I think all of that
combined poses a danger to her partner, basically no matter what they decided
on doing for their, um, ‘action.’”
“Hm. Well, that’s fair.”
“Speaking of being eager to find out just what they’re up to in there…” Momo
began, her cheeks pink and a little smile on her face. “…we’ll find out what
they’re up to soon enough. Their time’s basically up.”
***** A Baptism of Sorts *****
The two of them were going as fast as they felt they could without pushing
Mina. There was a thin sweat beading on Izuku’s forehead, and Mina still had
her eyes closed, her lips twitching, with the two of them connected at the
hips. At points they both moved, or else they traded off with one another,
moving forwards-backwards, up and down. Looking at her face, Izuku saw that
Mina was biting down on her lip, a glimpse of little white teeth peeking over
her purple flesh, her head cocked downward with her yellow horns showing
through her mess of pale pink hair.
When a sharp rap came from the door, it broke the still reverie inside the
bedroom like a stick of dynamite arcing through a bunker window. Mina instantly
gasped, jumping a little, and wrecking their complex duet. Izuku, likewise, had
kept going, and Mina’s trip caused him to push at an uncomfortable angle,
tweaking himself inside her. He came to halt also.
“Ah! Shit.”
Then it happened; like a glass lazily sliding off a table, and the perilous
silence as it falls toward the floor. Izuku felt the pressure of the condom
change, variably, ever so slightly, and then a snap as the latex gave way.
Then, a dangerous, chemically-laced tingle began. Mina saw his eyes widen in
fear.
“Shit!” He pulled out as fast as he could, and Mina was ready, snatching up the
lube and squeezing out a heavy dollop in her palm, splashing it on the bare
areas where the rubber had broken. Reaching down to try and prise the sections
of the condom off, Mina stopped him.
“No! I’ll do it.”
She slid the pieces off of his dick, the area where it had broken just visible
with a ragged, thinned edge. With a brusque quickness, she had them off,
gathered in her other hand, while she rubbed around the lube with her other
hand.
“Are you alright?”
“Y-yeah. Just, wow.” Izuku realized how winded he was.
“Where does it hurt?”
“It d-doesn’t hurt. I’m serious. I was just scared when I felt the condom
break.”
Mina closed one balled fist around the pieces of the broken prophylactic. She
immediately looked downtrodden and frightened, and Izuku saw her lip quiver.
“Mina-chan, it’s okay. You dealt with it just like you said you would.”
“I thought I could control it. I thought I was doing w-well,” Mina said, her
voice shaky.
“Um, you were doing really well! I think it just spiked when you got surprised.
And then you got it under control really fast!” Izuku reached out a hand and
touched her arm, squeezing it apologetically. “Did—did you have fun?”
Sniffling a little, she nodded. “Yeah. It felt really good. U-up until that.”
He smiled, and Mina thought, just in the way the moonlight caught his face, his
sincerity felt resolute and bolstering, like a person who truly does help
others. “That’s all that matters, okay? I had fun with you and it felt really
good.”
She wiped her eyes. “You’re too nice to me, Izuku.”
“Huh?”
“You’re too nice, and you’re patient and cute and you have great abs. You’re
too good for me,” Mina said, blinking away tears.
“I d-don’t think th—”
The rap at the door sounded again, and Momo’s voice came through muffled from
the other side. “Mina, your time’s up.”
“C-could you give us a minute?” Izuku responded. He looked at Mina. “I guess
our turn’s over.”
“We did last for a while, right?”
“Yeah.” Izuku smiled at her, and Mina gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
When she opened the door and stepped back out to rejoin the others, fist still
clenched around the broken condom, she had a little shining sense of
accomplishment; equal parts exploration, frustration, and vulnerability.
“How’d it go, Mina-chan?” asked Kyouka. Mina was still sniffling, a little bit.
So what if she’d melted another condom? She focused on the time that felt the
most wonderful of it all, that Izuku hadn’t been humoring her or deigning to
try something at his own expense. He’d just been a friend.
“I lasted longer than last time,” she said, half laughing. She looked up, eyes
still wet, wearing a little smile, brimming with pride. “I counted. Six
minutes, thirteen seconds.”
Kyouka’s expression faltered a little. “Whoa, is Izuku-kun okay?”
“I’m good,” Izuku’s voice called weakly around the corner.
“He’s fine, he didn’t get burned at all. He was really cool about it, too.”
Mina gave a toothy grin to the room. “Wanna see the rubber I melted?”
“Totally,” breathed Tsuyu.
While the five girls in the common room huddled around Mina to inspect that
damage that she’d wreaked, Izuku trudged past them toward the bathroom and
furiously washed off his member in the sink, internally screaming.
“Whoaaaa,” said Ochako. “That must’ve been really scary for Deku-kun!”
“That’s really brutal to look it,” Kyouka managed, after a pause.
Momo just blushed a little.
After they were done reconnoitering, Mina retrieved a soda from the fridge and
slumped on the sofa next to Momo, having exhausted herself emotionally.
“Tsu-chan’s next,” said Momo, peering over the edge of the book at Tsuyu, who
winked at her.
“Yeah. Her turn oughta be really fun to tune in on,” Kyouka smirked, tossing a
spatula-full of frying vegetables around the skillet and adding another dollop
of oil.
“I lost the bet,” remarked Tsuyu to Mina. Mina’s eyes widened.
“Did you guys seriously—“
“Oh, Tsu-chan voted for you to play it safe and just stick to kissing, Mina-
chan,” said Kyouka. “If you’re gonna get mad at anybody, get mad at her.”
Tsuyu shrugged, and Mina giggled a little, feeling back within her normal
senses. “So? What’s she gotta do?” Mina asked, most of her embarrassment
washing away in a deluge of piqued interest. As Kyouka opened her mouth to
answer her, Izuku walked out of the bathroom, still barely clothed, and headed
back in to the bedroom. He stuck his head through the doorway.
“Um, I’m just gonna chill out in here until Asui-san wants to start.”
“You can call me Tsu-chan, Izuku-chan,” said Tsuyu, beaming from the couch.
“Oh?” said Kyouka, leaning nonchalantly with her back to the counter. “You want
anything to drink, or something?”
“No, I’m f-fine. Um, Jiro—Kyouka-ch-chan, when did you say you were gonna have
food ready?”
“Tooru’s not even back from the store yet,” said Kyouka. “I’ll get started on
the onigiri as soon as the rice is finished. Aiming to have those done after
you finish up Tsu-chan,” she said, through a mischievous smile. “How you
feeling?”
“Good!” said Izuku, with a genuine look of bright, well-meaning contentedness
on his face. “I’m, um, s-starting to get the hang of it, I think.”
Ochako giggled loudly. “Deku-kun, you’re so cute.” Izuku’s ears turned red, and
Kyouka snickered a little.
“Well, um, whenever you’re ready, Ts-Tsuyu-chan,” he mumbled. At this, Tsuyu
rose to her feet and stretched on tiptoe.
“Kyu~! I’m ready now, Izuku-chan.” She strolled to the bedroom doorway and
pressed herself into his trunk, pushing the two of them into the bedroom, and
pushing the door closed behind her with a rapt slam.
***** Weirdo *****
The whole room felt electric and spasmodic. Everybody was expressing some kind
of inner enthusiasm for Tsuyu’s turn, and simultaneously hiding it. Ochako took
the tofu she was frying out of her skillet and beamed at her handiwork, a mound
of impressive little golden brown prisms.
“Tofu’s done. Ahh, they turned out so good!”
“Thank you,” said Kyouka. “Wanna take a break for a second?”
“Mm-hm!” Disaproning, she fetched a soda from the fridge and leaned against the
counter, pulling the tab on the top and letting it open with a satisfying
crackle.
She let out a deep, contented sigh. “Gosh, this is all so exciting,” she said,
her face in her hands, beaming like a maiden.
Mina laid on the sofa lazily, slumped partway between the cushioned back and
Momo’s tall frame. She ran one hand through her unruly pink hair, and looked
over at Kyouka, who was already looking back at her.
“I’m like, kinda impressed with all of us. I mean, I think that’s maybe a
little early to be saying, but like, this feels like something that could’ve
been just… totally outta hand?” said Ochako cheerily, halfway drinking a gulp
of soda.
Kyouka cut the gas to the stovetop and waved a cloud of billowing white steam
off her stir-fry.
“What about it could’ve gotten outta hand?” Mina asked.
“Like, I mean, it definitely could’ve ended up way more awkward than this.”
“I think you’ll agree, awkwardness is something we like, can’t really avoid
when trying to talk somebody into something as wild as this,” said Kyouka,
stretching her shoulders.
“Operational and tactical hazards,” Momo rephrased, a kind of sagelike
detachment in her voice, without looking up. She turned a page of her book.
“’Operational and tactical hazards’ imply that I had something strategic that I
was working toward,” Mina said, checking her fingernails idly.
Kyouka issued a look of confusion. “Well, I mean, wasn’t your whole plan to,
like, hook up with Izuku?”
Mina laughed. “What ‘whole plan’? Kyouka, have you ever seen me make a real,
actual ‘plan?’ I ‘scheme,’ like, at best.”
The byzantium-haired girl at the kitchen counter, the one who was Mina’s
perennial foil, gesticulated with both hands, as if to indicate a holism that
encompassed themselves, the environment, and the social situation at hand. “Oh
c’mon… the sleepover, Mina-chan?”
“What about it? The sleepover’s a sleepover.”
Momo looked down at Mina, her head resting against her shoulder. “You did
pounce on the opportunity to make this whole night, um, risqué, though.”
“Oh, no. It wasn’t to like, ‘get into this whole thing and get a boy to come
over so I could make out with him.’ It was a lot simpler than that, to begin,”
Mina said. She turned away, casting a wistful looking glance towards the door
to the apartment. “I guess maybe, it was still, like, to spend the night with
somebody. Not even close to sex. Maybe just a kiss.”
Kyouka opened her mouth to posit yet another query, but almost as if on cue,
the door opened, and Tooru squeezed through, dressed loosely in Mina’s clothes,
her arms laden with groceries.
“Tooru-chan!”
“Hey!” Tooru was bubbly cuteness as she moved to the kitchen and set down her
haul.
“Back to it, Occhan,” said Kyouka, cracking her knuckles, as she unpacked a bag
of frozen chuck and filled a bowl with hot water to defrost it. “Thanks, Tooru-
chan.”
“No problem! I locked up your bike on the railing out front. Where should I put
your bike key, Occhan?”
“Just tuck it into the outer pocket of my bag!”
Tooru went and plopped down next to Mina and Momo.
“Gosh, those clothes so cute on you. All soft and boyish! That shirt fits you
pretty well.” Mina ran one hand across the stomach of the thin black v-neck
that Tooru had donned, and Tooru giggled.
“Aw thanks! I didn’t wanna wear my school uniform out so late. Sorry I borrowed
them without asking.”
“No, it’s totally fine! If I trust anybody with my clothes, it’s you.
Although,” Mina said, peeking through Tooru’s midriff at the back of the skirt,
“can’t help but notice you’re not wearing panties, you weirdo.”
“You’re the weirdo for noticing, Mina-chan! I was trying to get out the door
quickly!” Tooru said, making a wriggling motion out of embarrassment, and
pulling the shirt down to cover the view. “But c'mon, how was your turn with
Izuku-kun?? I was gone for the whole thing and I couldn’t tune in!”
“Um,” Mina thought momentarily, attempting to pick out a word, “it was, like, a
learning experience, to be fair, but I had a lot of fun. He’s nice.”
“Yeah! Izuku’s really awkward, and like, I don’t think I would try anything,
like, too crazy with him, but he has really good rhythm!”
“Right? He’s got, like, weirdly good muscle control. And he’s way more like,
shredded than I thought he’d be. Well, I mean, I guess he DID get into U.A.,
but you know what I mean.”
Momo mumbled something inquisitive, but a little too softly for Mina to make it
out.
“What’d you say, Momo-chan?”
“Uhh… i-is he… ‘w-well endowed?’” Momo stammered out, hiding behind the lip of
her book.
“Not really,” said Tooru. “It looks way bigger close up. Although, he was a
little, um, thicker than I thought, and we were going pretty fast by the end,
so I was kinda sore right after.”
Mina’s eyes were twinkling, in a manner characteristically gossipy. “Did you
guys do anything other than like, vaginal? Did he go down on you?”
“He didn’t get me off! Close, though. He offered to but I figured he was just
gonna be fumbling around for like ten minutes and not get anything done, so I
just opted to get myself off after.”
“Aw!”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Tooru said, laughing. “Just one of the drawbacks of the Quirk.
I didn’t actually get any time to finish, because you guys burst in like you
did. Did he manage to get you off?”
“We ended kinda fast because of, yanno, the whole condom melting thing. He’s
totally fine, by the way,” she added, seeing Tooru’s silhouette visibly tense
up. “Kinda a shame, he got me like 90% there. What a loser, right?” Her tone
was overly girlish and clearly in jest. “Maybe you’ll have better luck, Momo-
chan.”
Momo smiled broadly. “I’m still… trying to decide if I want to.”
“Well, nobody will hold anything against you if you decide you’re not ready.”
“Oh, it’s not that. I’m absolutely ready. It’s just…” She thought for a moment.
“I think that maybe this whole situation’s moving too fast for me.”
Tooru bounced a little in place, her version of a nod. “Well, maybe you’ll do
some kissing or something, if you feel like it! You should do what you feel!”
“Even if you don’t, Izuku-kun’s a really good listener and he’ll just talk if
you want,” Mina added, and at this, Momo blushed a little, an expression half
in self-uncertainty  and crimson thought.
“Just listening would mean the world.”
There was a sudden, amorphous thump from the bedroom, and it was as if a siren
was blaring in the apartment. Everyone immediately turned their attention
towards the wall.
***** "This is Just Like One of My Japanese Animes!" *****
Tsuyu was the shortest of the girls. When she stretched on tiptoe, you could
see her body proportions, evidence of her heteromorphic Quirk; a limber, long-
legged look, with a slightly shorter torso, ending in big hands and feet. She’d
tied her green-black hair up in a loopy bow right up to the back of her head,
complementing her soft, oversized sweater-dress. She looked playful and rakish,
the tip of her tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth, as she moved toward
Izuku. The two of them took their place on Mina’s bed.
After a pause, a section of uneasy stillness, Izuku made the move to speak, but
was immediately cut off by Tsuyu.
“I think you’re really cool, Izuku-chan.” Izuku noticed how she held her hands,
cocked at the end of her wrists. She had shiny black eyes, perpetually wide,
and there was a touch of pink in her cheeks, and there was something oddly
feline about her movements on all fours. Izuku genuinely couldn't tell if she
was nervous, which, in reciprocity, made him slightly more nervous. 
“Um, thanks. I think y-you’re really cool too, Tsuyu-chan.” Himself in ever-
present, indispellable sheepishness, he didn’t know how to move the
conversation forward much more productively. Like Mina, there was a
vulnerability in the room between the two of them, where seeing Tsuyu in this
context, without her uniform, clad in soft fabric, made him more embarrassed
than the fact of having had sex with two girls prior. Furthermore, he was still
a little worked up from his time with Mina, which returned as a steady trickle
of blood back towards his nether regions.
“Can we kiss?” asked Tsuyu, leaning forward a little.
When they kissed, the pacing for their encounter sped up, faster and faster.
Tsuyu was moving, pushing into him, kissing harder and breathing harder with
each exchange, and letting him catch up. Each breath felt like an acceleration.
Tsuyu’s tongue, or at least, the first dozen or so centimeters of it, was in
his mouth, rolling around his own and probing every inch of its insides, over
teeth and gums, until it was basically penetrating his throat, and he was
sucking it, with drool running down his chin.
“Wow,” he said, feeling the drool on his lips. “Tsuyu-chan, you’re really
lewd.”
She giggled a little, her intense satisfaction with him brimming the surface.
She ran a finger across his shirt. “Can I see you naked?” she asked, her tone
happy and greedy-sounding. Izuku obliged her, pulling his shirt up over his
head, and she undid the buttons on his shorts and slid them, boxers included,
off of him with impressive speed. She towered over him, drinking in the sight
of his chest and trunk and crotch before laying atop him and kissing him again,
traveling down his neck to his chest and nipples, the soft fabric of her
sweater against his bare skin. Izuku let out a moan as she caressed across
almost his whole upper body, and she giggled, showing her tongue. With her hips
in the air and her mouth to his chest, her sweater bunched up and fell lazily
around her as she licked at him, revealing a pair of black panties and her
wriggling hindquarters. Eventually, she peeled the sweater off, showing off her
teardrop breasts, with tiny, dark nipples.
“Izuku-chan, could you stand up?”
“Y-yeah.”
She met him with another deep, throat-tickling kiss, and pushed him backwards
until his back struck the wall with a soft thud. He felt her chest with one
hand while she moaned, grinding her crotch up and down the knee he was using to
steady himself, leaving a damp smear. Tsuyu reached down with one hand and felt
how hard he was with a cursory, loose squeeze.
“Can I blow you? I’ll probably be good at it,” she smirked, spooling out a
length of pink tongue and waggling it in front of him. Izuku gave a fast nod,
more or less the first time he’d shown real, outward excitement toward a
partner tonight.
She dropped to her knees and put his cock in her mouth. The first several
strokes were mostly all the inside of her mouth, but slowly, surely, her tongue
furled around him, snaking down the shaft and coming to rest under his balls.
The sensation was warm, slick, squeezing from all angles, and as much as he
attempted to stifle his moaning, she coaxed it, swaggeringly, from deep in his
chest, and gave a little raspy giggle when he gave a full-body shudder, or let
his eyes roll back.
“Jeez, Tsuyu-chan,” he laughed, abashed at how forward and intense she was, her
technique oddly astounding him. “You’re really g-good at this… is it really
your first time?”
“Is it really yours?” she riposted, before going back down on him.
The feeling went rollicking over him as she kept going, her intensity unabated.
“Tsuyu-chan…”
He had surfaced so fast, the stimulus was crazing his senses. It was as if his
climax was ripped from him, the orgasm white-hot and wracking his body with
aftershocks, both of his hands dug deep into Tsuyu’s hair as he exploded in her
mouth. His organ rippled softly, pumping against Tsuyu’s tongue, which wrapped
around him like a morning glory on a streetlamp. The cum dribbling from the tip
of his dick slowed to a runny trickle, and Tsuyu swallowed the considerable
amount in her mouth with an audible gulp. An expression of grading its taste
went flitting across her expression, although she opted not to add any verbal
commentary.
Izuku physically felt his vision blur slightly, and he swayed, and in response
to this, Tsuyu hopped up and steadied him.
“Are you okay, Izuku?”
“…holy shit, Tsuyu.”
***** Upon the Topics of Slaking Thirst, Technique, and Efficiency *****
Kyouka was breathing heavily as she listened. Ochako was too, her face red from
ear to ear.
“I think they’re slowed down for now,” said Kyouka. “Wow, though.”
“That was really graphic. Um, well, really graphic sounding,” said Ochako,
removing Kyouka’s jack from her ear.
“Yeah,” said Mina, who was still sitting on the couch with Momo. “We like,
didn’t even need the jacks to hear what was going on.”
“Gosh, I could hear them from over here,” said Tooru, who was minding the
stovetop.
They were in rapt attendance towards the wall, where behind lay intercourse
that Momo would later describe, her face beet red, as ‘combative.’ In the
silence that they had cultivated within the common room and kitchen, the only
sounds to be heard were the steady, murmuring bubble of the rice cooker and the
sounds of soft frying from the skillet, the air thick with the smell of cooking
beef, curry powder, and the sugary tang of open soda cans. Checking the clock
on her phone, Kyouka realized they had nearly nine minutes left.
Mina shifted a little. She was worrying at her lip with her teeth, and felt
increasingly more and more worked up from her turn with Izuku, where it ached
like she could still feel him, materializing between her legs. She sighed, and
moved to the kitchen area where Tooru, a green apron floating over a shirt and
skirt, was standing, helpfully scooping and moving piles of beef and vegetables
in the skillet around.
“Tsu-chan’s good, isn’t she?” asked Tooru, her voice wondrous.
“Yeah, she sounds… energetic,” Mina said, trying to keep a note of jealousy
from dripping out in her voice.
“I kinda wish I could… um… see what’s going on,” Tooru said, her tone
softening. “Just to, you know, see her technique. Although, I know there’s not
a lot of really intense stuff you can do if you can’t see your partner. I
dunno. It just sounds so impressive.” Her last word was tinged with a mixture
of adoration and envy.
“I kinda do too,” Mina said. “But, I mean, it doesn’t really feel like it’ll do
too much to change my technique, or anything. I don’t think there’s a lot I
could really, like, accomplish with somebody who’s not paying really good
attention to me. Like, I might have to rethink… just how I have sex, for
safety’s sake.” She smiled at Tooru, weakly.
“We’re dangerous girls, the two of us,” Tooru said, a little uptick of caprice
in her voice. Mina felt Tooru’s fingers entwine with hers, and she squeezed her
hand softly.
“So, um…” Mina began, not knowing how to phrase the question. “…when this
night’s like, all over, do you think you’ll ever hook up with Izuku-kun again?”
“I’d definitely try,” Tooru affirmed. “He’s a sweetie. Not too fast, not too
slow. I still would probably get annoyed with how much I have to lead a guy
around, like, physically, during sex. How about you?”
“Oh, still thinkin’ on it! I think, like, he’s absolutely got the potential to
be the kind of attentive guy that would keep helping me figure out like, the
weird ins and outs of my Quirk.”
“Kyouka-chan asked if I was gonna want another turn with Izuku, and I kinda
do.”
“Same. But, if we go again, then everybody else’ll wanna go again. Then what?”
“Then we juggle him until we all fall asleep, or something,” Tooru said,
through a conspiratorial laugh. “Or we figure out something more… I don’t know.
Efficient?”
“Guys!” It was Kyouka, her face alight again. “They’ve started up again,” she
said greedily, in a stage whisper. Ochako took a deep breath and replaced
Kyouka’s other jack in her ear.
And just beyond the wall, Tsuyu kept at it, the bed thumping like the heartbeat
of the apartment itself.
The rice cooker beeped, almost in accordance with all of them.
***** Rode Hard, Put Away Wet *****
Tsuyu was on top of him, naturally. Her panties lay discarded to one side of
Izuku, black with a sizable wet patch on them. She had been extremely timid
when she had rolled the condom on with her fingers, and even more when she’d
clambered on top to start and lowering herself onto him, her cheeks accented by
little pink circles of blush. She had uttered a squeak when it was inside for
the first time, but when she had settled into a squat and begun moving her
hips, she had taken off with overwhelming ferocity, far outstripping the
pushback that Izuku had been contributing to their intercorporeal conversation.
Eventually their conversation reached a fever pitch, where the other
discernable sounds of the shifting, rocking bedframe and their panting and
moaning all melted slickly into the background. Tsuyu ran her fingers up his
bare chest while keeping up the same rhythm, her hips striking the same place
over and over again. There was something about her, about how powerful she
felt, on top of him, visibly dripping sweat, her taut, ropelike muscles showing
like bunches of paracord through her velvety skin.
“Izuku-channnn,” her voice frying to a desperate croak, the strength between
her squeezing thighs making him feel like he was going to burst. “I’m… coming…”
She halted, a spasm coursing through her, visible on her shivering skin and in
her hardened, dark nipples, her large, flat toes undulating and squeezing the
flesh around his legs. She stayed upright as it went rippling through her,
satisfying and alien as the touch of a peregrine ghost, the movement of a
disembodied heart clenching and unclenching, tightening around him, which
became too much for him as well, and he wordlessly climaxed, either by sheer
exhaustion or resigned admiration. It was oddly enough, in a sense, at this
sticky, grinding, striating, sweat-soaked toe-curling moment, that Izuku knew
that Tsuyu would become an amazing hero someday.
Her voice was still shivery, and she had managed to shake loose a handful of
stray strands from the looping bun at the back of her head. “Did… did you
come?”
“Yeah.” Izuku managed a single affirmative before passing out from sheer
exhaustion.
Outside the room, Momo was posed, about to knock on the door to signal the end
of Tsuyu’s turn, when the door opened suddenly. The sudden rush of air from the
common room whipped through, carrying with the smells of cooking food and the
conversations outside of the bedroom.
The rest of the cadre stared at Tsuyu in her oversized sweater and still
glistening with sweat, impressed at her punctuality.
“Tsu-chan? Wow, you’re right on time,” said Momo. “Are you two done?”
“I think I broke Izuku,” she said, frantically.
“What?”
“Could I get some water for him, or something?”
Sure enough, everybody came to investigate. Momo held a glass of ice water
while Kyouka attended to the husk of a boy on Mina’s bed.
Kyouka roused him with one hand. “Jeez, Tsu-chan, what’d you do to him?”
“Is he dead?” asked Mina. “He’s limp all over.”
“Um, maybe I was a little overenthusiastic?”
“Did you suck out his fucking soul?” asked Kyouka, her voice incredulous.
“I got two shots out of him,” Tsuyu said, trying to crack a weak smile, as she
redid the bun at the top of her head. “I was really proud of myself up until
when he fainted.”
“He came twice? In twenty minutes? Are you some kind of succubus??”
“Deku-kun looks so drained,” Ochako whispered, trying to avert her eyes from
his junk.
Kyouka gathered up a small handful of ice water and tossed it on Izuku, which
resuscitated him quickly. He awoke to find himself surrounded by the girls of
1-A, who looked amazed, like coroners who have successfully resurrected a
corpse. “Huh!? What?!” Realizing he was naked, and fumbling to cover himself,
Izuku rose groggily.
Mina giggled. “Hey, Deku-kun. Tsu really did a number on you, huh?”
“How long was I out?”
“A couple minutes,” Kyouka proffered, pushing the glass of water on him.
“C’mon, rehydrate a little.”
Izuku drank the water thirstily, then blushed when he realized that Kyouka was
letting him drink from it like a tired horse.
“Okay, maybe another ground rule? Max of one load, per person,” Kyouka
promulgated, laughing a little. “Tooru, could you grab the rag and like, wipe
him down?”
“Sure!” Tooru issued cheerily, and she went to work peeling off the condom as
gently as she could.
There was a brief moment wherein the two girls, nursing him while four watched,
was far and beyond the weirdest thing that happened that night. Tooru giggled a
little.
“Sorry,” Izuku mumbled, his voice shot through with fatigue.
“Nah, it’s fine. Why don’t you take a bit of a break? Like, a short nap and
regain some of your strength, then we’ll see how you’re doing. The rice is done
and we’ll have food ready in a bit. You got a preference for onigiri?”
“Curry potato,” Izuku said, his own voice far away and spiritlike.
“I’ll save you a couple. Maybe some protein?”
“Sounds great,” Izuku said before greedily dunking his face back into the water
glass. One by one, the girls departed the room, as Izuku set the glass aside
and pulled the covers over himself to sleep for a spell.
Kyouka sighed, outside the room. “We gotta be careful not to kill that boy.”
“I’m so sorry,” Tsuyu apologized, on the verge of tears. “We just kept going
and going. I swear he was fine up until the end.”
“It’s okay, Tsu-chan,” Momo said. “I think, maybe with a little reprieve and
some nourishment, he’ll be back to normal.”
“Occhan, let’s get back to making food,” Kyouka said, beckoning her over. “Can
you prep the fillings?”
“How long should we, like, let him sleep? He really just passed out again,”
Mina asked, looking over at the bedroom door.
“I don’t know. Let him go for like, an hour, then we’ll wake him up for food.”
“Gosh, Kyouka, didn’t realize you were such a mom,” Mina teased. “I was the one
who started this, but you’ve really taken control of it, huh?”
“Mina-chan, sweetie, you never had control of it,” Kyouka remarked brusquely,
with a smile. She moved to the stove where Ochako was already working and began
washing her hands in the sink.
Mina sat down next to Tooru on the sofa. “Doesn’t look like we’ll get second
turns.”
Tooru sighed, leaning her head against Mina’s shoulder. “I was just thinking
that.”
***** Racehorse Pee *****
After about an hour of extremely productive sleep, Izuku awoke, a modicum of
his strength returned, and roused himself to stretch. It was well into
nighttime, and the kind of magical stillness that had begun in the bedroom
seemed to have contaminated the outside. The temperature had dropped
considerably, and a cool breeze wafted in from the window. The lively sounds of
conversation thrummed from the common room, and Izuku went to join them.
Opening the door felt like traveling through a portal to another world. Six
pairs of eyes, one invisible, gazed back at him as he entered the common room.
“Hey, cutie,” Mina said teasingly. “Rested up?”
“Y-yeah, for now,” Izuku said. He took a seat at the little recess between
Kyouka and Tooru. Kyouka handed him a plate filled with stir-fry, onigiri, and
several nigirizushi rolls of varying crustacean and fish.
“Wow, these look great, Kyouka-chan.” Izuku bit into one of the onigiri,
exposing the bright yellow of the curry center. He sighed with contentment as
he chewed readily. “This is the best thing I have ever eaten.”
“Thanks. I snack a lot and I can make basic foods. I’m not a chef,” Kyouka
said, picking up a roll with a fat slice of seabass and popping it into her
mouth. She grinned at Izuku, her eyes piercing. “Tsu-chan was just telling us
about how she cut a path right through you, Izuku-chan.”
A loose, looping string of titters went through the group. Tsuyu blushed a
little, but mostly looked proud of herself.
Their conversation was totally normal, for the most part. The food that Kyouka
and Ochako had prepped was fantastic; the girls conversed about anything and
everything, happily, and while Izuku barely got a chance to speak, he didn’t
feel like he needed to. It felt nice to be locked into the circle of laughing
schoolmates on a Friday night, disregarding the weird circumstances of their
ingrouping.
“Izuku-kun, you really think you’ll last through all six of us?” Kyouka asked
him concernedly.
Izuku nodded, his mouth full of rice. “Yeah. I mean, I th-think so.”
“Maybe I’ll go retrieve my secret weapon,” Mina said, her voice full of
scheming and silky tone.
“What’s that? Another boy to relieve Izuku-kun?”
“Okay, look,” Mina giggled. She got up, traipsed over the refrigerator, and dug
around in it, finally retrieving a black can with a bright blue logo, labeled
‘Canned Lightning.’ “I went and bought this along when I was pissed with
Kyouka-chan and went out to get condoms, and it was like, 1300 yen, so it was
totally a spur-of-the-moment thing. I was uh, saving it for when you were
halfway? But it seems like you might need it now.”
“Thanks, Mina-chan.”
“It totally brings back your stamina and gives you a little burst of energy? I
assume it was adapted from some random guy’s Quirk. Anyways, they actually do
kinda work and I used one for pulling an all-nighter once. You’re not supposed
to drink more than one in a certain span of time, and you do kinda crash really
hard after a bit, so like, if you do drink that, make it count!”
“Mina, let him put actual food in his body before giving him an energy drink,
or a steroid, or whatever the hell that is.”
“Oh my god, Kyouka, quit babying him and let him make his own decision.”
“Y-yeah, give it here. I’ll drink it.”
“Ugh, have some water also.” Kyouka looked him up and down. “In case you
forgot, I’m next, and I don’t want you dying during my turn.”
“Deku-kun’s so strong and capable,” Ochako said admiringly. “He won’t die.”
“This was endorsed by Supercollider!” Izuku remarked, getting that bright and
invested look in his eyes whenever his superhero knowledge came to tow. “That’s
cool.”
“Whoa, really?” Ochako got up and sat next to Izuku, and the two of them became
embroiled in an intense discussion of superhero endorsements and Quirk-created
commercial products. It was so sudden that Izuku forgot to be embarrassed.
“Well, c’mon,” Mina prodded him. “Drink itttttt.” She began a mock chant of
“Drink it, drink it” which Tsuyu and Tooru joined in on until Izuku stopped
perusing the label. He popped the tab, and downed half of it in one gulp. “Ugh.
That’s really bad.”
“Oh my god, right? Like racehorse pee.”
Kyouka sniffed gingerly at the can’s top. “Jeez, that smells like train fuel.”
Nevertheless, as Izuku drained the rest of the can, he felt an immediate buzz,
and much of the strength returning to his hands and hips. Mina had a look of
such pure, unadulterated excitement at the newly recharged Izuku that it was
almost cute, if a little alchemical.
“You sure look pleased with yourself, Mina-chan.” Kyouka snatched a fat red
prawn roll off Mina’s plate and chewed it down with the kind of grin only
rivals have for one another. Mina returned her grin with one more gladiatorial,
looking feral and delighted.
“He is going to wreck you, and I am going to listen to every second of it,”
Mina said to Kyouka, through a venomous smile.
Dinner slowed to a crawl after everybody was full, and Ochako and Mina began
clearing plates, with Tooru wrapping up the remaining food in plastic and
stowing it in the fridge. Kyouka downed the rest of a glass of water and popped
to her feet.
“Wanna chill out for like, another ten minutes? Then we can get started?”
“Y-yeah,” said Izuku, a little taken aback by how businesslike Kyouka seemed.
She had vacillated wildly from joker to motherly and ended up oddly set on her
turn with Izuku. Kyouka headed in the direction of the bathroom and disappeared
inside. Izuku felt a light, anxious tap at his shoulder, and turned around to
come face to face with Momo.
“Hey,” said Momo.
“Hey,” Izuku repeated.
“Um… Kyouka-chan doesn’t show it, but she’s really excited. I think she’s
really impressed by you.”
“Huh. Really?”
“Mm-hm!”
“Do you, uhh, h-have any pointers?” Izuku asked, mostly jokingly.
“Hmm,” said Momo, her tone pensive. “She looks cool and composed, but she can
get timid and flustered at times, and she’s clearly a little nervous for her
turn with you. I think she’s practicing what to say in front of the mirror
right now. At any rate, I think just listening to you, um, being with three
other girls has won her over.”
“Wow. I think Kyouka-chan’s really cool.”
“She is very cool, and she’s so harsh all the time, but she’s, um, a little
self-conscious about herself. Just make sure she has fun, okay? And don’t tell
anybody what she’s like when she’s flustered, because she’ll actually punch
you.”
“Thanks, Momo-chan.”
“You use my first name so easily! And to think, before tonight, you were just a
boy from school.” Momo blushed. “Good luck, I-Izuku-kun.”
***** Girl Boy Tom *****
Kyouka was skinny, the least curvy of the girls, with little handfuls for
breasts. She discarded the ragged tank top and boyshorts she’d been wearing,
running a hand through her purple-black hair and steadying herself mentally. In
the moonlight, her muscles showed when her grip tensed on the edge of the bed.
Izuku couldn’t help but smile when he saw that she was wearing aquamarine-
colored panties, and Kyouka spotted him.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“N-nothing, I just… didn’t expect that color of underwear from you.”
“And I didn’t expect you to still be going strong after fucking three girls.
It’s a night to be surprised, I think,” Kyouka retorted acidly.
“S-sorry. Are you n-nervous?”
Kyouka snorted. “No.” She sat on the bed and looked up at Izuku, her piercing
gaze coming up from under her sharply-cut bangs. After a minute, she shifted a
little, visibly tense.
“Okay, maybe a little. Who isn’t, with their first time?”
“Look, w-we don’t have to do anything if you don’t w-want to—”
“No, I’m cool. I want to.”
“You’re, um, you’re not, like, doing this just to be competing with Mina-chan,
right? I mean, you guys have been taunting each other all night.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I kinda am. Maybe I’m nervous because Mina and I have been
at this thing all night, maybe I’m competing with her because I’m nervous, I
don’t know. Part of me really really wants to, like, share a nice moment with
you, Izuku-kun. And part of me really wants to lose my virginity, even though
virginity is made up and a meaningless thing that I shouldn’t be worried about.
But all jumbled together like this is just making me a little anxious, y’know?”
“Yeah. That sounds like a lot.”
She fidgeted, almost imperceptibly. “God, I want a cigarette.”
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“Well, you don’t hang out with me, do you?”
“Kyouka-chan, we’re hanging out right now,” Izuku said, a weak grin on his
face.
Kyouka smiled warmly. “Fine, be a smartass. It’s not like a daily thing, or
anything, just the few that I can pinch off my mom, but I quit, given that I’m
in training, and it sucks. I mean, it was just time to start taking being a
hero seriously.”
“Why do you wanna become a hero, Kyouka-chan?”
“I don’t know you well enough to tell you that, to be honest.” She gave him as
inoffensive a look as she could muster. “But maybe, one day I will.”
They sat there, the air slightly chilly, and she leaned against his chest and
exhaled briefly.
“Are you gonna… tell the other guys about tonight?”
He laughed, a miserable ragged edge in his voice. “Who would I tell? Iida-san?
Kacchan??”
“Right, dumb question. Can I ask you something kinda weird?”
“Um, okay.”
“Why’d you agree to do this if you have such a big crush on Occhan?”
He was quiet for a bit.
“I don’t know. I felt a little roped into kissing Tooru-chan, to be honest.
That was sprung on me super fast, and I figured it would be over without like,
anything really bad happening. But when she and I were there, and we started
having sex, it was just…” Izuku was grasping for the right words to elucidate.
“It felt so g-good and nice, and normal? I guess I’m a little s-selfish for
wanting to feel like that over and over again.”
“I think you’re just a teen boy and you’re kinda ruled by hormones.”
“Right. But also, I felt like I got to know Tooru-chan better. And I wanted to
get to know everybody else better. I mean, not if they didn’t want to do
anything with me, but… and then, Ura—I mean, Occhan’s here too…”
“So is Occhan like the grand prize at the end of this race, or something?”
He tried to shake his head, but it came out unsteady, his nervousness apparent
like a badge on his skin. “I’m doing this for myself because it feels good and
I feel like it’s helping me be a little less timid with people, and especially
with people I want to be friends with, and also for Occhan, and then also for
everybody else, because I’m here, and this all just sorta fell into place. Not
perfectly, but… kinda perfectly. So I understand how you feel anxious about
this, because I feel that too. And I’m s-still a little nervous, to be totally
honest.”
“School’s gonna be weird after this.”
“You can say that again.”
It was the strangest context for Kyouka, to be alongside a boy she'd seen
undergoing excruciating bouts of pain, staring down adversaries with a savage
expression; to hear the way he sputtered out every sentence, wracked by minor
tides of anxiety every time he opened his mouth, was honest and comforting. She
could feel his breath through his chest as she leaned against him and said
nothing for a bit.
Eventually, Kyouka sat up and looked him right in the eyes. “Thanks. For
talking with me a little bit. It helped take the edge off. Birds of a feather,
you and I.” She booped the end of his nose with one finger, such a
characteristically un-Kyouka gesture that it took Izuku by surprise.
“Nah, I’m not as cool as you, Kyouka-chan.”
“Bullshit,” she said, and she leaned in and kissed him.
Kissing Kyouka was stiff and unyielding. She didn’t overflow him like Tooru
did, or attack him with a hungry sultriness like Mina, or have the strange and
mutative quality of Tsuyu. It felt grounding, to a certain degree. She put one
hand over his while their lips were together.
When they broke apart, she smiled at him. “I think I do wanna have sex with
you, Izuku.”
“I’ll be gentle, if you’re still nervous.”
“I’m still really nervous. But gentle’s not really my thing. Just pick a speed
and I’ll catch up.”
***** Antediluvian *****
The room outside wasn’t exactly bustling with activity. Tsuyu had joined Momo
on the couch, playing her DS beside Momo, who was still quietly reading. Ochako
was dozing comfortably out on a chair on the balcony. Mina eventually gave up
listening at the wall after several minutes and laid alongside Tooru on her
futon.
“Ugh, I can’t stand this. I’m still so worked up,” she whispered to Tooru.
“Me too,” Tooru agreed. “I think if we’re lucky, we’ll get a turn with Izuku-
kun in the morning?”
“Mmmmm,” whined Mina. “It’s not a huge deal if I have to hold out for that
long, but that kinda sucks.”
“It’s kinda masochistic for us to be sitting out here and be like, whining
about how horny we are while at the same time wanting to listen to people
having sex, right?”
“Yeah, it is.” Mina sighed. “Maybe I’ll go jerk off in the bathroom or
something,” she said, her tone facetious.
“Whoa,” Tooru said. “R-really?”
“Uh, I mean, probably not. I was joking. It seems kinda weird to do that.”
“Why? Have you forgotten you’re hosting an orgy at your apartment?”
“It’s not really, like, an orgy though, if you think about it.”
“Segmented, group-sex-round-robin thing,” needled Tooru.
“Are you seriously suggesting this, as like, a real, plausible solution to a
problem that neither of us ever imagined we’d have?”
“Well, I guess I am now.”
“How fast do you think you could finish?”
“Probably like, between five and ten minutes.”
“So, between the two of us consecutively, occupying the bathroom for like, half
an hour?”
“Do you seriously need twenty minutes to jerk off?”
“Kinda, yeah.”
“Well, we could break it up,” Tooru suggested. “You go first, because you’ll
take longer, and I’ll just hold out until a later point and finish then.”
“No,” said Mina. “You oughta go first. You’ve been waiting longer than me.”
The soft sound of bed sounds and hushed voices started up next door. Tsuyu
cocked her head, bearing a furrowed expression, one ear nearly stuck to the
wall.
“What’re they doing? Can you make any of it out?” Momo asked.
“I hear the bedframe, and the two of them, and what sounds like a vibrator low
on batteries,” Tsuyu said, puzzled.
“A vibrator low on—oh!” Momo blushed. “I know what Kyouka-chan’s doing.”
“Well, um,” Tooru started up, lowering her voice a little more. “I know a way
we could shave off ten minutes, easy.”
“How?”
“Um, we go at the same time, and umm, k-keep each other company.”
Mina was taken aback, and her heart was fluttering, knocking against her ribs
and loud in her head. “Wh-what?”
“I mean, we ARE both girls.”
“G-girls don’t go into a single toilet bathroom together at an apartment. And
even then, what do we do when we’re there?”
“We could, um, go back to back while we’re both doing it.”
Mina’s errant anxiety was cut, and she laughed softly. “That's something, like,
frat boys would do.”
Tooru shifted a little. “Well… what if we took a shower together?”
“That, um…” Mina, wide-eyed, had no answer to this, a question sprung on her by
Tooru, her silly, outgoing, and yet still-so-shy-about-sex friend. Mina bit her
lip a little, quiet for a brief moment, blindsided, scared, but wanting her to
continue. 
 “I just,” Tooru began, a little abashed, “I just think that it’s no weirder
than like, everything else that’s happening tonight. I mean… we’re all…
‘experimenting,’ aren’t we?”
Mina closed her eyes, swallowing to realign her thoughts and senses, fighting
to calm the ringing spell in her chest. There was some feeling that was
twisting in Mina’s throat, digging around deeper and deeper, that told her to
refuse Tooru, even though she desperately wanted to go with her, the feeling
present between her legs and spiraling on the tip of her tongue, her brain
feeling like a battlefield of emotional turmoil and sexual frustration.
With her voice quavering and nervous, Tooru asked her. “Would you come and take
a shower with me, and, um… and b-be with me?”
“Tooru-chan. For the sake of the sleepover. What’s gonna happen at school
afterwards?”
It was Tooru's turn to laugh softly. “I don’t know. But, I feel like I’m asking
you because I know I feel comfortable around you, and I like you, and no matter
what, you’re my best friend.”
“Really? You’re my best friend too, Tooru.”
Mina felt a soft peck on her forehead from Tooru’s wet lips. It was calming,
driving her towards her decision.
“L-let’s go for it.”
“Okay.”
Mina slowly got up, shakily. Luckily for her, Tsuyu and Momo’s attentions were
both held by the wall, and the cryptic activities within that Kyouka was
undertaking with Izuku. Ochako was still on a chair out on the balcony.
The two of them held hands as they crossed to the bathroom as inconspicuously
as they could, knowing that they would be noticed afterwards. Even if the two
of them had kissed earlier, in front of everyone, it had felt playful and
unserious, like some kind of girlish in-joke; they were in uncharted territory
now, more grave and intimate. They cast their clothes off on the bathroom
floor, and when they were naked, Tooru held Mina’s hand again, just to let her
know she was right beside her.
When they were through the doors, their caution felt like it was evaporating by
the second, being replaced, bit by bit. Tooru was immediately in her arms, and
Mina could feel her breath across her neck. The shower was little, and the two
of them could barely fit standing upright. The words were icepick-sharp with
longing when they came out of Tooru’s mouth.
“C’mon, Mina, you were my first kiss. How about you finish what you started?”
***** Screamin' Eagle *****
Their hands were thrust between the other’s legs when Kyouka, breathing heavily
and with a smile on her face, asked him, “Wanna try something kinda weird?” And
given that it was a night heavily fraught with experimentation, Izuku did not
tarry in delivering an affirmative answer.
Spooling out one of her jacks, she tucked it between her middle and ring
finger, and with a loose hand on Izuku, sent the thumping vibrations of her
heartbeat into her palm, stroking him slowly. Izuku steadied himself with a
hand on her shoulder. “W-wow.”
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve been doing this to jerk off for like, ages. I know it’s kinda
narcissistic, but…” She spooled out her other jack and tucked it between the
fingers Izuku was rubbing her with, instantly shuddering, making her heartbeat
go faster, making her shudder again.
She leaned a little, and let both of his fingers slide in her. The two of them
shared with back-and-forth motion of separate hands and wrists and thumping
heartbeats.
“Ahh… Izuku…” The vibrations coursed through her hands and hips and rattled her
lower body. “I think… I think I’m warmed up. Do you wanna fuck me?”
“Yeah.”
She grinned and laid back while he fished out a condom and slid it on. From her
view, he was just a dark shadow in the light of the moon around him. She didn’t
gasp when he put it in; she simply closed her eyes.
Izuku started slow, soon swelling to a brisk pace, rolling his hips to complete
revolutions like a mechanical piston. Kyouka tucked her legs to her chest and
locked her arms under her knees, moaning softly. She looked down him, working
away inside her, and stifled a little giggle.
“What’s up?”
“…I dunno… I was so psyched out to have a dick inside me… but this is, like,
easy.”
Izuku couldn’t help it. He laughed also. “Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah! I’m proud of myself.”
They kept up the same position and pace for a bit. Kyouka gave one of his
wrists a little squeeze, a nonverbal motion to slow down. “Mm! Sorry, my leg’s
cramping a little bit holding this position. Can I flip over?”
She turned over, laying flat on her stomach with her legs knitted together, and
looked over her shoulder at him. He was immediately enamored with her heart-
shaped butt, with the little line of dark hair running from her crotch up to
her asshole, spreading her cheeks and seeing her fat-lipped vulva.
“Can you grab me the lube?” He gave her the bottle, and she smeared a generous
portion with two fingers inside her entrance, applying it up to her knuckles.
“Kyouka, I’m gonna put it in now.”
“Go for it.”
He reached a little deeper inside her now in this position, with his hands on
his hips, the front of his hips running up against her butt with each stroke.
Kyouka turned her head to one side, her eyes closed. She murmured something
soft under her breath, in the middle of a thick exhale.
“Harder…”
Izuku sped up, thumping against her, the sounds of skin on skin pattering away.
He leaned forward, supporting himself on his arms, planted around her
shoulders. She let out a long, low moan, pushing back on him.
“Harder.”
Her breathing was louder now, intermixed with moans and the sounds of the bed
around them. With one hand, she was reaching between her legs, the jack between
her fingers. Izuku felt the vibration, almost intrusively, of her heartbeat
through her as she sawed away at her clitoris. She curled her other hand around
Izuku’s neck and held him as close to her as she could, her back curving a
spectacular arch.
“Harder!”
Kyouka came like shattering glass, sharp, like her whole body breaking and
reforming underneath him, her mouth open and fixed in a heady snarl. It was a
supreme fulmination that left her limp and panting, and Izuku felt her skinny,
boyish body with an intense clarity as it set off his own orgasm as well.
Instantly, there was a crackle at his arms, and he nearly collapsed on top of
her, breathing heavily, his muscles feeling pliable as rubber. Kyouka twitched
a little as he pulled out, sweat from his forehead dripping on the small of her
back.
Izuku saw it, within a little flash that went sparking across Kyouka’s
expression as she rolled over; a bright, curious shock, vulnerable, almost
timid, where her brow loosened and her fierce-looking eyes grew watery and
wide.
“Whoa, what the fuck? Did I…”
She felt between her legs, and Izuku was suddenly aware of a nebula of wetness
covering his crotch, running down to a damp spot on the bed. Kyouka’s eyes
trained from Izuku and back to the bed, and she felt it with an investigatory
hand.
“…did I squirt?” She looked at him with an expression of wondrous exhilaration
as he was trying to catch his breath. “I’ve never done that before. That’s…
kinda cool.” But, before long, a weird paranoia crossed her face against her
naked feelings of flustered amazement.
“You cannot tell Mina about this.”
“I w-won’t, I promise.”
A wave of exhaustion suddenly spread through her as the adrenaline eked out of
her system, and she toppled sideways onto the bed with a soft fwump.
“Man, I’m so glad you’re not an asshole, Izuku.”
***** Upon the Topic of Unmemorability *****
Kyouka emerged from the bedroom leading Izuku by the hand, having toweled off
the sweat and girlcum from her legs. The common room’s communal feeling was
quiet now, having loosened from a spun-tight, libidinous carnival into a
simple, quiet confederation; Momo, studying on the couch along with Tsuyu,
laying upside down and playing video games, the sounds of burbling water coming
from the bathroom. Kyouka sat down on Momo’s opposite side, and the latter
turned to face her with her characteristic glance, somewhere between passive
and quizzical.
“So? How was it?” Momo asked, the tinge of excitement showing through on the
edges of her words. “You were lively towards the end.”
Looking over at Izuku, who was drinking a glass of water by the fridge and
remedying a kink in his neck, Kyouka struck an appraising face. “He’s really
grounding. It was fun. He listens to you, I think that was the most valuable
part. Oh, and he’s surprisingly strong when it counts,” she finished, breaking
a smile while still feeling the residual quivers in her hips, and the weight of
most of his body on top of her.
Momo was also looking over at him. From a distance, Izuku really didn’t look
like much, being short, skinny, befreckled, and as painfully shy as he was,
even when attempting to look natural while drinking a glass of water. The
longer Kyouka gazed over him, the more she came to associate all the aspects of
Izuku’s person with him just as another member of her friend group, the same
way Tooru was upbeat, or Mina was impulsive.
“I advised him not to share with Mina how flustered you can get sometimes,”
Momo said, looking benign. “I hope he got to see it at least once.”
“No comment. More importantly, you made up your mind yet?”
Momo sighed a little, and turned a page, her attention bouncing elsewhere in
the room. “I think I’ll go through with it. I’m here, I’m curious… I should.”
“I know you’re stressed out because you’re comparing yourself to everybody
else, but just think about what Occhan said.”
“Yeah.” Momo closed her book, in a capitulating way. “It’s just… it doesn’t
feel as simple as that.”
“You don’t have to be good at sex to like, just have fun. You should be
thinking more about yourself and figuring out how you tick.”
“You have to be good at sex to not be forgettable,” Momo said, an ominous,
anxious tone behind her voice.
Kyouka scooted a little closer to Momo and hugged her around the midsection.
“Hey. Izuku-kun’s not gonna forget about this night, and that’s something I
could probably bet money on. And, I mean, I’m not gonna forget that you were
here, outside, probably listening to me fuck.”
Momo smiled warmly. Kyouka continued.
“I think everybody who came over for the sleepover contributed in making this
night unforgettable. I have faith in you. You’re like, my best friend.”
“Thank you,” Momo said softly, feeling Kyouka’s arm locked around her and
squeezing affectionately. She took a gamut of soothing breaths, feeling the
soft warmth of Kyouka’s arms seeping into her skin.
“H-hey, M-Momo-chan?” It was Izuku, attempting to get her attention as casually
as he could.
Momo put her book aside and rose to her feet, her nightgown fluttering at the
hem. “Shall we?”
It was Izuku who offered out a hand to Momo, to guide her softly through the
bedroom door. Before she disappeared from view, she turned to Kyouka.
“Kyouka-chan?”
“Yeah?”
“Since I listened to you, could you… um… could you l-listen to me?”
Kyouka had that look, somewhere between exhaustion and simple surprise. “Sure,
Momo-chan.”
The door to the bedroom closed softly. With it, the netherworld inside that
room was sealed off. Inside that room, where Kyouka had let that cute, short,
freckle-faced boy feel her inside and out, she had emerged feeling more close
to her friends than she ever had. If she never slept, the night would never
end.
“Hey Tsu-chan, whatcha up to?”
“Playin’ Spirit Clash III. How about you?”
“Wiped. Can I cuddle you for a bit?”
“Please do.”
***** Purple + Clear *****
Mina could see the outline of Tooru’s body in the steady wash of water, ghostly
and ethereal, and they came together without words at all, tasting every inch
of the other’s body within the constant, cleansing deluge of warmth. They were
kissing, with locked tongues, squeezing each other’s shoulders, breasts, and
hips. Tooru led Mina gently to her chest, letting her teeth drag across her
nipples, on the cusp of constant moaning as Mina sank lower and lower,
navigating the topography of her body with her nose and tongue, burying her
face between her thighs and sliding her tongue inside her. With her fingers in
Mina’s tousled hair, stuck wet around her face, Tooru was stuck up against the
wall, one hand over her mouth, trying not to scream in ecstasy.
When Tooru came, it was white-hot wires, a slow, rolling tide saturated in
energy that made her feel for a moment as if she were swimming.
They traded places when Tooru regained her senses. Mina was bent over and Tooru
was licking her from behind, both hands on her ass, lapping with long strokes,
all the while as water ran down and around the curves of Mina’s body, dribbling
and running into Tooru’s eyes. Tooru drank from Mina’s body as if she were
drinking dew from a cupped leaf, and not once was there any moment where Mina
was surprised or taken off guard.
When Mina came, it was a riptide from her toes up that turned her legs inward,
letting the water stream off of her face, dripping from her nose and cheeks.
When she leaned her head back in simple nubilous afterglow, letting her
indistinct bliss ring in her ears, Tooru was holding her, hands trussing her
from falling. Tooru bore no burns. It was like Mina had been baptized in the
breath of a storm.
Fingers between each other’s legs, pressing one another’s buttons, they kept
going even after their orgasms had subsided to a dull roar in their eardrums
until slowing to a drip, holding each other’s bodies under the stream. Tooru
pressed her lips to Mina’s forehead and left a kiss there, and they sat in a
stupefied, dreamlike haze before moving, or doing anything further. Eventually,
they transitioned, cleanly, into washing themselves and each other, lathering
soap onto each other’s backs, paying attention to each other’s legs and
breasts. The thick steam of the shower was perfumed by the smell of shampoo and
conditioner and body wash, and when they emerged from the shower, almost
fifteen minutes into Momo’s turn, they had been bathed and turned inside out by
steam augury, having seen and felt it within each other’s chests.
It was simple ecstasy through and though. Tooru nuzzled the back of Mina’s neck
and hummed a little orison to herself, as Mina paused with her hand gripping
the knob.
***** A Start and a Finish *****
All of the girls in 1-A were cute, Izuku thought. That was a given. But Momo
was beautiful. Tall, buxom, with a curtain of glossy black hair done in a loose
ponytail and slung over one shoulder, she was so pretty it was almost
intimidating. He felt like he was going to burst into a cold sweat just being
too near to her, forcing himself into a kind of rigorlike stillness when she
walked over and set herself down next to him. She looked demure and soft in her
midnight-blue nightgown, and her face was so pink he could clearly see it, even
in the tinted blue of the moonlight coming through the window.
“H-hey.” It was all she managed before turning away in embarrassment.
“Hey,” Izuku responded. For the first time tonight, he felt like his
nervousness was outstripped in strides by his partner, who looked fidgety and
fit to burst.
“D-do you wanna kiss, or something?” Izuku wanted to die, not knowing what to
say, or how to alleviate any of her anxiety. She turned back toward him, but
kept her eyes angled away, toward the floor.
“Could—could you close your eyes?”
He obliged her, and felt a light kiss on his lips. When he opened them, she was
looking at his face, so closely. Her face, her eyes, they all came together for
a picture of oddly fierce features, stunning and otherworldly beautiful.
“Momo-chan, you’re really pretty.” The words came out almost without him
thinking, and at this, Momo turned away, her lip curling a little.
“I know.”
“H-huh?”
Her voice was resentful. “I’m just pretty. I can’t really do anything. Tooru-
chan and Mina-chan both, they’re so outgoing and happy. Kyouka-chan’s so witty
and composed. Ochako-chan is so sweet to be around. Tsuyu-chan’s so intense,
and just so… herself. I’m not really anybody. I feel like the only thing I can
be is pretty.”
She was looking away, staring furiously at the floor. Izuku shifted a little
closer to her and put a hand lightly on her shoulder.
“That’s not true. You have a really awesome Quirk, and you’re super
intelligent. I think everybody in class is pretty much in awe of you and your
abilities.”
“I wish I could believe that. I wish Kaminari-kun and Mineta-kun would treat me
like a normal person.”
“Kaminari’s kind of an idiot, and… Mineta is just a garbage person. But c'mon,
I think Kyouka-chan thinks really highly of you, though.”
“Kyouka-chan’s so wonderful. She’s my best friend. She basically dragged me to
this sleepover. I don’t know what I would do without her.”
“Momo-chan, you look r-really uncomfortable. We don’t have to do anything,
honest.”
She shook her head a little. “Well, I was excited, in a sense, for just all
the… rebelliousness of the night, b-but I can’t say I haven’t been dreading my
turn with you. It’s, um, not your f-fault, just, Mina-chan kept talking about
how this was an ‘exercise’ and in my mind, I can’t associate that with anything
other than, um, an exam. B-but it’s not really an exam I can s-study for. I
can’t feel anything other than, I don’t know, useless. Just a pretty face…”
“It’s not an exam. I mean, it’s not something you can get graded on. It’s more
important, um, just to like have fun.” Izuku chuckled a little, softly, mostly
to himself, but stopped when he glimpsed Momo’s aghast expression.“I-I’m sorry,
Momo-chan. Um, it’s just, Kyouka-chan and I, w-we had a similar conversation
because she was so nervous. I think, you guys are r-really alike and it makes
sense why you’re such good friends.”
At the mention of this, Momo looked up, her eyes a little watery. She seemed
halted, almost on the verge of tears.
“I think, um, and this is j-just a thought,” Izuku stumbled, “that m-maybe when
you’re having moments when you feel like, you’re not good enough, you should
think about Kyouka-chan and how wonderful and cool you think she is. B-because,
um, you’re just as cool as her. I promise you that you are.”
“Really?” Momo’s eyes lightened. “I might disagree with you on that last part,
but that means a lot to me.”
“Besides, I think the way you act in exercises is really really cool, M-Momo-
chan. I think you’re a born leader, even if you doubt yourself a little.”
Something in Momo’s chest gave a little start at Izuku’s comment, and she felt
herself glowing golden at his compliment. Her eyes flitted away, their gaze
bouncing around the room. “Um, w-w-well, exercises are clear-cut and have
objectives, parameters, a start and a finish. Nothing that I’ve ever heard
about s-sex ever talked about it like that.”
“Why not?” Izuku said, and after a deep, exhaling breath, he continued, “you
could just tell me what you want from me.”
“B-but is that… what you want?”
He repeated his deep breath, filling up and emptying his chest, letting the
blood flow around his face. He leaned in, looking right into her eyes, feeling
steadfast in his conversation with her. “Momo-chan, I want you to t-take charge
of me and tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
“Take… charge…?” Momo looked down at him, her look a mix of frenzied excitement
and catastrophic embarassment. “G-give orders?”
“Yeah, exactly. I just wanna show you how cool I think you are.” Izuku gave her
a little smile, and Momo felt like she might burst into tears. “I mean, I
really don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel like doing, so you, um,
should call the shots. And I trust you to not put me in any situation that I
can’t do.”
“Okay,” Momo said through several deep breaths and a steely expression. “I
don’t know if I want you to f-f-fuck me, but…” She had to say the word ‘fuck’
with closed eyes and a red-ribboned face. “…I do think I w-want to have f-fun
with you, Izuku-kun.” She closed her eyes. There was a little bluish-pink flash
as she used her Quirk to materialize a length of rope, winding out of the palm
of her hand.
“Um, you s-said to make this cl-clear-cut. So, I thought maybe I’d add some
parameters?”
***** Godspeed You! Purple Emperor *****
Mina and Tooru emerged from the bathroom, both enrobed, and holding hands.
Tsuyu and Kyouka were still cuddling on the sofa, a jack running from Kyouka’s
ear and plugged into the wall. Kyouka looked up, a little groggy, and saw
Mina’s outstretched arm grasping what she could only conceive was Tooru’s.
“Momo and Izuku are still going, but their turn’ll be over soon if you need to
get into the bedroom.”
Mina nodded, absentmindedly.
Kyouka detached herself from the wall, and extricated herself from around the
soft sofa and Tsuyu’s frame, coming to her feet. “I had kind of a revelation
with Izuku. I just wanna say,” Kyouka came face to face with Mina, and hugged
her with both arms, squeezing her tight, taking care not to undo the towel
covering her. “I’m really glad I’m friends with you. Sorry I’m so difficult all
the time.”
“You’re not difficult,” said Mina, squeezing back. “You’re just Kyouka-chan,
and you’re wonderful.”
“I love you a bunch. I really admire just like, everything about you.”
“I love you too. You’re so cool, and punk, and smart, and funny.”
Kyouka laughed. “Thanks.” When she withdrew from her embrace, she saw Mina’s
eyes were a little wet. She took her seat, next to Tsuyu again. “So? You guys
were in there for a while.”
Mina’s lip quivered a little. “Um, yeah.” A million questions were swirling in
her head, asking if Kyouka would judge her, if Tsuyu would judge her, but she
couldn’t fit word to word enough to make a sentence, and they stood there for a
bit. She was grounded a little by Tooru’s remarking squeeze around the edges of
her hand, wonderful, warm and trusting.
“You looked really happy. Like, when you came out of the bathroom.”
“So, you guys gonna tell us how it was?” Tsuyu prodded, her tone exploratory.
Mina bit her lip in expectation of stress. “It was… really amazing.”
Tooru was wiggling, squeezing onto one of Mina’s arms. “It was, like, magical.
Mina’s so hot.”
The purple-skinned girl managed a flushed little smile, but her stress was
tenebrous, overpowering. “Look, um, you guys won’t tell anybody about us,
right?” Mina asked. Tsuyu looked up from her DS, meeting Mina’s gaze.
“Of course not,” Kyouka said.
“No way,” said Tsuyu. “No more than I’d tell anybody about anything else that’s
happened here tonight.”
“Um… do you guys, like, swear you won’t tell anybody?”
“If you want, I can tell you about something really embarrassing that happened
to me when I was with Izuku,” offered Kyouka. “Then we’ll be on even terms.”
The stressful, scared factor apparent in Mina’s eyes flashed away a little,
replaced by her characteristic gossipy nature. “I think that sounds like a fair
trade.”
Kyouka exhaled to calm herself a little. “Um, so when Izuku was fucking me, he
was going really hard towards the end—”
“That’s an understatement,” Tsuyu added. “You were like, screaming. The whole
bed was shaking.”
“Okay, fine. So towards the end, when Izuku was, like, railing me, I had my
hand on my clit, and um, I kinda came so hard I squirted.”
A feeling of simple, snickering embarrassment ran through Kyouka, who was
shaking ever so slightly. For Tsuyu, Tooru, and Mina, the feeling was
enrapturing, less a tool by which to deal social damage and more something to
deepen their sisterly wonder at the goings-on of the night. It felt like a
first. There was a moment of odd silence, strange given that everyone's face
immediately unfurled into the same wondrous expression.
“Whoa,” Tooru marveled. “Did you leave a puddle?”
“That’s actually really hot, kyu~,” Tsuyu said, her face alight.
Mina burst out laughing, almost doubled over. She gave a wide grin, clearly
delighted with that information. “Okay, that’s pretty good. Deal. I trust you.”
“Sooooooo, who’s gonna end up spilling the beans to the rest of the class?”
Tsuyu asked. “For maximum dramatic effect, it should probably be Kyouka-chan
who turns on us.”
“Yeah, lemme just grab my phone and text Kaminari-kun about the orgy that’s
been happening at Mina’s place.” Kyouka got back on the sofa and resumed her
cuddle with Tsuyu.
“That joke falls a little short when you consider that Kyouka-chan’s actually
been texting Kaminari-chan all evening,” said Tsuyu, not looking away from her
DS.
“Ugh, yeah, against my better judgment, I’ve been doing that.”
“Really?” asked Mina. “So, whatcha guys been talking about? Anything fun?”
“Nah, just like… I dunno, mostly music.” Kyouka gave a little shrug. “It’s
kinda what we do on the weekends. He asked me for recommendations one Friday,
and we’ve been talking ever since. He keeps trying to get me to go out and get
coffee with him, and I keep deflecting. I can’t tell if he has a thing for me,
or what.”
“Oh my god, Kyouka. Seriously?”
“He and I like a lot of the same bands,” said Kyouka defensively. “Besides, I
have this weird theory that he’s like, actually a nice, compassionate person
behind all the…”
“'Poonhounding?'”
“Yeah, Tsu-chan, wasn’t gonna use that word, but sure.”
“At least we confirmed that there’s one nice boy who can be rough if you want.
And speaking of which, sucks you didn’t get to hear Izuku-chan just, like,
taking Kyouka-chan to church,” Tsuyu giggled.
Kyouka cuddled Tsuyu a little harder, her skinny arms fitting snugly under her
breasts. “That expression, Tsu-chan, is fucking sinister, as someone who went
to church as a child.”
“I didn’t! I missed it,” whined Mina. “I was like, teasing you so much about it
over dinner. How rough was he?”
“Totally as rough as I needed. I might go sit on an icepack for like, five
minutes.”
“Man, this place really turned into a circus over the last like, half hour,”
said Tsuyu. “Kyouka-chan was getting pounded in the bedroom, you and Tooru-chan
fucking in the shower… I half expect to find that Occhan’s been touching
herself on the balcony.”
“So, since I missed your show with Izuku, should we get Kaminari-kun to come
over next?” Mina taunted. “I didn’t realize you’d been giving him blue balls
this whole time! He probably, like, desperately wants to fuck you. He’d
probably do literally anything you wanted.”
Kyouka sat up and stretched, yawning softly. “Let’s finish up the debacle with
Izuku first, Mina-chan. And speaking of which…” Kyouka proffered, delicately
enough, plugging into the wall again and spooling out her other jack to wriggle
in front of Mina’s face. And, naturally enough, Mina took it.
***** "If I Need Something, I'll Just Invent It!" *****
Izuku was kneeling on the floor, naked, with both hands tied behind his back.
With Momo’s considerable height, she was towering over him even when sitting
down on the edge of the bed. When she crossed her legs, the light caught the
gloss on the black nylon stockings she had created for herself. Momo had
happily elucidated that one of her favorite romance novels involved some
combination of black stockings and a man being given orders in between shivers
of excitement.
“Should we get started?”
“Oh, wait,” Izuku said. “Um, if I ask you to stop, would you stop?”
“Oh! You’re right. Yes, of course I’ll stop.”
Izuku nodded, glad to have convinced her to take the initiative. “Then let’s
get started.”
“Um…I think you should kiss my feet,” Momo said, softly and without much
presence to begin.
Izuku bent over and did so. Momo moved her foot around, giggling, while Izuku
ran his face over and around the topography of her feet, which seemed so
elegant and stately in the soft moonlight and with Momo’s continued, almost
statuesque beauty.
“Mm… that tickles. Kiss my thighs next,” Momo purred. Izuku moved up, tracing
with his nose and lips, each kiss ending with a silver-tinged smack of his
lips, Momo mockingly gasping at Izuku’s forwardness.
“Mm! You’re so cute, Izuku-kun. Kiss me through my nightgown next.”
With his face mushed into her stomach, the soft nightgown filling his nostrils
and mouth, and his nose filled with the smell of her sweat. They played simon-
says like this for a while, Izuku groveling at her stockinged feet, running his
tongue along the seams, along the inside of her thighs, and she quivered, but
kept up her passionate stare. Momo had his bound presence in the palm of her
hand, teasing him incessantly with fingertips on his neck and sternum, stopping
her strokes below his bellybutton with a measure of cold-blooded control.
“You’ve been such a good toy, Izuku-kun. As a reward, you get to kiss me on the
lips.”
“Th-thank you, Momo-ch—Momo-sama,” Izuku improvised at the last moment, which
brought a smile to Momo’s lips.
“So polite! Come here and take what you’re owed.”
When their lips met, it wasn’t like before, where Momo had been too shy to open
her mouth. There was full contact, her breath hot in his mouth, her tongue
moving softly and gently around his. It was something indelible and erotic in
the way she moved, one hand guiding his chin, posing it in place. She was
breathing heavily, the fierceness having left her eyes and instead relocated to
her actions, the movements of her hands and how she held her shoulders, and she
removed her hand from his chin to pull her nightgown off the top of her head,
her magnificent hair brought up in a whirl and falling back down, majestic as a
regal crown. Izuku stared at her chest, somewhat taken aback by how intensely
beautiful she was.
“Izuku… suck on my breasts.”
Her nipples were small and pink, and her breasts somewhat firm for their size.
Momo immediately responded, tensing a little. She shifted her legs, and Izuku
felt a sensation on his cock. He stopped, abruptly, and looked down to see one
foot petting him, moving up and down the shaft slowly. It was Momo’s voice that
brought him back to the task at hand.
“Don’t stop.”
She was working his cock between her toes, the soft nylon pressing and sticking
to the bare skin, her movements controlled and calculated, each stroke yielding
him harder and harder. The slow trickle of stimulus, to Izuku, was oddly
heavenly as he kept away, manipulating her nipple between his teeth and tongue,
sucking it into his mouth, drool running down his chin. Momo was quivering, her
breath heavy, and she ran her fingers through his hair, gathering a loose
handful on a grip on his head. With her other hand, she felt her other breast,
running her nails over her nipple, squeezing with a full hand.
“Mm… ah! Izukuuuu!” There was a sudden, tensing wave going through her body,
bouncing off of her curves and reverberating through her muscles, and she gave
a slight shudder that seemed to emanate softly in the tips of her fingers and
breasts, then a pleasure-laced breath. She stroked his head, running her nails
across his scalp.
“J-jeez.”
“Did you just come?”
“Y-yeah. I’m, um, pretty sensitive.”
"Oh."
Momo looked a little embarrassed, her face pink again. It took a bit for her to
regain her proper dominatrix attitude, and she shook her head, grasping her
leaderlike fortitude after a sharp spell, and started up again.
“Stay still. You don’t get to make a sound.”
She was behind him, crouched down around him, feeling and ruffling his hair
capriciously. Izuku felt her lips on the back of his neck, leaving slow, soft
kisses, gradually progressing into little nips by the sharp edges of her teeth.
Her breasts pressed into his back while she ran her nails down the front of his
pecs. Izuku felt a moan slip out of his mouth as she sucked on his neck,
feeling the flat, nebulous laps of her wet tongue within the recesses of her
bite. She spoke into his ear, her tone low and dangerous.
“No moaning. Only speak when you’re spoken to.”
She had one hand around his cock, pumping with her wrist.
“Did I make you this hard?”
“Y-yes.”
“Should I let you come?”
“Yes,” he said, pleadingly. It was maddening to not be able to moan.
“Yes what?”
“Yes p-please.” The sensation was almost painful for how hard he was, and she
was speeding up, bit by bit, twisting her hand on his shaft lightly. He was
screaming inside his head. Everything she was doing was pushing him farther and
farther toward the edge, and Izuku could tell she was enjoying herself,
savoring every moment.
“Yes please what? What’s my name?”
“Yes please, Momo-sama,” Izuku was moving his hips now, as she was stroking
him.
There was a soft knock at the door. “Momo-chan! Your time’s up,” came Tsuyu’s
voice, low and raspy, through from the other side. Momo stopped in response,
lightly removing her hand and replacing it on the floor to steady herself, the
magic of the moment dispelled somewhat. Her reflex was as mechanical as if a
teacher had called for pencils down after a quiz.
“Oh.” She looked down at Izuku, whose dick was twitching in silent protest.
Izuku was panting. “Um, it’s okay, Momo-chan. I’ve kinda come enough for today.
I’m starting to feel a little deadened, to be honest.”
“Oh, well, alright.” The room was back to the same awkward liminality that they
had managed to circumvent. In a sense, the feeling that they were classmates
bled back into the bedroom, making it more stilted. Momo, with a flushed face,
put her nightgown back on, and, barely looking at Izuku, asked him the oddest
possible question.
“Izuku-kun, do you mind if I… um… take a souvenir?”
“A what?”
“Um, something to remember you by.”
“I’m, um, n-not sure I understand, b-but okay.”
Momo knelt down with her face almost touching and put one hand around his dick,
which was still engorged, and felt it from multiple angles, looking over it and
analyzing it. Withdrawing her hand, she touched a finger to her forearm, and
the same familiar bluish-pink zap of her Quirk occurred. After the flash, and
his vision corrected, he saw she was holding a glass replica of his penis,
complete with a complement of veins and texture along the shaft, a simulacrum
of intense detail. Momo kissed him on the cheek, and Izuku was speechless.
“You were my first toy.”
She got to her feet and bounded out the bedroom, before Izuku could come to his
senses, or say anything.
***** I Hereby Award You the Title of Big Boss *****
It wasn’t long after Tsuyu knocked on the door that Momo burst out of the room,
clearly ringing with external and internal excitement.
“Momo-chan,” said Kyouka breathlessly, still crouched by the wall, having just
unplugged. Momo looked elated in body and spirit, her manner almost
aggressively girlish, and she beamed widely.
“Izuku-kun is so cute,” she said, in a singsong voice, beaming. “I had so much
fun.”
“You sounded so confident!” Mina said. She looked her up and down. “Wait, have
you been wearing nylons all night?”
“What are you holding?” asked Tsuyu.
“Um,” said Momo, and she proffered it to Tsuyu, whose wide eyes grew wider with
delight. “Momo-chan,” said Tsuyu, “you should ask Mina-chan and Tooru-chan what
they did in the shower together.” Momo’s face turned pink, and she immediately
launched into an inquisitorial barrage of questions for Mina and Tooru, mostly
centered on and around the content of “forbidden love” she’d gleaned from
forays in and out of pornographic novels, and Tooru happily sharing every
detail, hanging on Mina’s side doting, while Mina blushed and smiled.
Meanwhile, and wholly unforgotten, Ochako had wandered back into the common
room sleepily, just in time to catch the scintillating conversation between
Momo and Mina and Tooru, with the latter two still draped in pink towels and
holding hands and the former brandishing a glass dildo, and Tsuyu talking with
Kyouka about squirting, and the mechanics of such. The icing on the cake, so to
speak, was Izuku’s weak, unheeded voice coming from the open bedroom.“Momo-
chan? Can you come untie me?”
“How long was I asleep?” asked Ochako, more to herself than anyone else. The
recharged and bizarrely interlocking dialogue occurring in the common room
tugged at her, but she made a beeline into the bedroom to find a naked Izuku,
bound with his wrists behind his back.
“Ur-Uraraka-san!” He struggled to hide his still-halfmasted erection while she
worked at the knot behind his back, blushing wildly. Ochako picked away at the
tightly-woven material, her brain still groggy, tracing a little mental
constellation between the tiny moles on Izuku’s back while she worked.
“Hey Deku-kun. Did Kyouka tie you up?”
“No, it was Momo-chan.”
“Oh?” She managed to pull the rope through, and he freed his wrists, snatching
his pair of boxers to put on. “So that means I’m supposed to be next, huh?” She
yawned, her face a little pink.
“Y-yeah.”
He rushed unceremoniously off to the bathroom, half embarrassed at being
rescued by Ochako and half terrified about his turn with her. Ochako set down
on the bed, testing it with her hand, still in a kind of fugue state, fumbling
around and feeling, almost as if she’d drop off again into the vast ocean of
textures and smells beaten into the fabric and stuffing. The bed smelled like
six different flavors of sweat coiled around one another, combined with the
watery effervescence of lube and the dark notes of condom latex, forming a
coarse rope of fragrance that stung at her nostrils. Her foot touched the
ominous wet spot that Kyouka had left behind.
Outside the bedroom, Kyouka had made another round of hot cocoa for everybody,
and they were gathered around the table, talking with renewed vigor. Mina and
Tooru had simply resigned to remaining naked in the common room, and no one
else was objecting to it. When Izuku went zipping by in his drawers, everyone
giggled.
“So what do you think Occhan’s turn will be like?” asked Mina.
Tooru squeezed her close. “Hmmm! Probably difficult to say.”
“She’s the final boss,” said Momo, over a bright smile.
“Just like, the toughest girl?” Tooru looked over at her. Momo perked up, her
nightgown fluttering around her shoulders.
“Oh, well, um, so, in reasoning, I’ve approached this whole night like an
MMORPG,” Momo appended, taking a sip of cocoa. Everyone stared at her.
“What?” Kyouka asked, quizzically.
“You play MMOs?” Tsuyu asked, her tone enjoining and incredulous.
“Um, well, I, um, I don't anymore, but I did in middle school!”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah! They’re really good for learning how to direct others, and form tactics,
and—”
“What kind of virgin bullshi—” Kyouka snorted, to an argumentative
gesticulation by Momo.
“If you take this in the vein of MMORPG logic, which I feel is germane—”
“What, we’re all like, different classes, or something?” asked Mina, trying to
keep a straight face.
“No, like, bosses. In, um, a raid.” Momo looked around, awaiting any disputing
comments, before launching into an explanation.
“So, raids are generally set up to get more difficult as you keep going, which,
I feel is pretty adequately represented through, um, us, the gauntlet of girls
that we entrusted Izuku-kun with. Right?”
Everybody nodded, at different odd intervals, all following her, as Kyouka
rolled her eyes, dramatically.
“Well, Tooru was the gear check. Nothing too stressful, but still extremely
important for making sure you’re at least up to the task of running. In a
sense, making sure that Izuku-kun had what it took and wouldn’t, oh, collapse
dead. Mina was ‘threat management.’ Tsuyu-chan is the DPS race, where you have
to race to beat the boss before you get overwhelmed—“
“Um, what’s ‘DPS’?” asked Tooru.
“’Damage-per-second,’” Tsuyu piped up, before Momo could respond. “Which he
barely squeaked through, kyu~.”
“Oh! Oh! Me next! What’s ‘threat’?” Mina had one hand thrust in the air,
fidgeting so much her chest was bouncing.
“What’s it sound like, Mina?” snickered Kyouka.
“Kyouka was… the gimmick boss? I’m probably the, um, ‘nontraditional mechanics’
encounter.”
“Fine, I’ll agree with that. My sex was gimmicky. But isn’t all sex gimmicky?”
“Kyouka-chan, it’s not a judgment for how good you are at sex, it doesn’t
matter. Momo-chan?” Tsuyu replied, squeaking the conversation along.
“Continuing that thread of logic… Ochako-chan’s the final boss. Generally,
final bosses are multi-stage encounters, a diverse combination of everything
that comes before.”
“See, you say this like you know exactly what’s in store for Izuku,” Kyouka
said, a disbelieving smile on her face. “But c’mon, Momo-chan, we’re all real
human beings with like, real thoughts and wants and desire and priorities. You
can’t really reduce people like that, especially not involving an action that’s
like, as emotional and physical as sex.”
“Mm! You’re correct. The model is, like all models, imperfect on some level,”
Momo said perfunctorily, blowing a waft of steam off of her cocoa. “But, you’re
forgetting the most important element of Izuku-kun and Ochako-chan’s encounter,
and with it, arguably the biggest obstacle to passing off their tryst as
nothing more than something casual.” Momo’s words, as mechanical as they
sounded, were oddly sagelike, curling and rousing like temple incense beyond
her prophetic smile, amidst the attentive stares of the common room.
“Which is? What is it??” Mina asked, wholly invested in her analogy.
“He loves her,” Tsuyu replied simply.
“Tsuyu-chan’s correct. But, that’s not the thing that makes their encounter
difficult. It’s not that he loves her. It’s that he’s too scared to tell her.”
Momo turned her cold, beautiful expression on the bathroom, and Izuku within.
***** The Great Tether, Pt. I & II *****
When Izuku emerged from the bathroom, having splashed his face with cold water
and toweled himself dry, the common room was utterly quiet when five pairs of
eyes, one invisible, tracked him across to the bedroom. Izuku paused with his
hand on the knob, almost imperceptibly.
“Izuku.” It was Tooru.
“Yeah?”
“Good luck.”
Everybody else shared in the same look, a warm and soft smile, yet confident,
all wishing him the courage on the same thing. The skinny, freckle-faced boy
nodded shakily.
Inside, Ochako was dozy again, still in her pink PJs. She sat up when the door
opened, sleepily, and stretched her arms, letting her pajamas ride up, and
exposing her stomach.
“Hey, Deku-kun.”
“Hey, Uraraka.”
He sat down awkwardly beside her, and they had a little interim of not knowing
what to say to one another. Ochako tugged at his arm. “Lay down with me?”
Izuku obliged her. The two were sideways on the bed, and Ochako was staring
into his eyes, which seemed watery and skittish. His heart was pounding in his
ears, and he closed his eyes and swallowed forcefully to try and reset his
brain.
There was a little wet feeling on the end of his nose, and Izuku opened his
eyes to find that Ochako had kissed him there. She cracked a wide smile.
“Are you nervous, Deku-kun?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Tell me what you’re nervous about.”
“Oh, um… e-everything.”
She laughed softly. “That’s a lot to be nervous about, for sure.”
“Are you nervous, Uraraka?”
“No,” she said, the single syllable soft as a murmur.
“R-really?”
“Well, I think there’s a lot to be shy and embarrassed about. But I’m not
nervous, because I trust you.”
Izuku smiled, still in a haze of self-uncertainty, and nodded. “I trust you
too, Uraraka.”
“You can call me Occhan, if you want. Otherwise it feels like we’re in school.”
“R-right. Okay.”
“Wanna see something fun that I used to do as a kid?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. You’re gonna have to hold me for it to work.”
Izuku put his arms out unsteadily, and let Ochako worm her way into his
embrace. He closed his arms, feeling the warmth of her skin through her
pajamas, and the smell of her hair filling his nostrils. There was a warm,
comforting presence to her, pressed against him.
“Here. I can’t do it for very long, so hold me tight.”
She put one hand on her chest and one hand on his, the backs of her hands
almost touching with how close they were, and Izuku could feel the five little
rubbery pads of her fingertips making contact with his skin. A chill went
through his chest as she used her Quirk, and the two of them rose, weightless,
off of the bed. They seemed to be rising, maybe a millimeter a second. Ochako
tucked her head to his chest.
"When I was little I'd just float myself above my bed for a bit when I was
tired. If I do it too long I get queasy, but maybe a minute or two always
helped me get my bearings. I never thought I'd get to share it with another
person."
“I’m so glad I’m here with you,” Izuku said impulsively, his voice almost
without its quaver.
"Me too," Ochaco giggled softly. "It's been a fun night."
“It’s weird to think that, at around this time, if you hadn’t called me, I’d be
reading forum posts and masturbating and falling asleep.” He held her close as
they floated.
“That doesn’t seem like a bad deal on its own, though,” mused Ochako. “I
wouldn’t be up to much more. Watching action movies and eating ice cream and
reading hero reports.”
"Deku-kun?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't have to if you don't want, but can I kiss you, just once? Everybody
else got to."
Her eyes were galactic, sparkling with a thousand points of light, her hair
floating on all ends, spread out around her head as if they were suspended in
water. Their faces were so close, and moving ever closer, and when it seemed
like they could come no closer, their noses nuzzling one another’s cheeks,
their lips touched, and they shared their first kiss, floating, swirling in the
night air, with a soft susurrus of energy traveling between their lips.
When they separated, Ochako brought her hands together, and they fell back to
the bed, the mattress issuing a soft thump. They shared a soft moment of
tinkling laughter together, still close enough to feel one another's hands,
their foreheads touching.
She was a clumsy kisser, and the two kept going even under the yoke of gravity,
slow and soporific, their bodies entwined, her tongue wet and probing in his
mouth, moving and tracing along his teeth, tickling the underside of his
tongue. Izuku could feel her pillowy breasts pressing into his chest, her
pajamas soft and thin. Her grip around him softened and softened and they
slowed, kissing more and more lightly, eventually slowing to a stop, just
sharing the same space to breathe in.
Izuku opened his eyes to see that Ochako had fallen asleep in his arms.
He watched her, rosy-cheeked and slumbering, her shoulder rising and falling
gracefully with the rhythm of her breath, until he felt the contagion of sleep
creeping up on him, suddenly aware of how tired he was in his muscles and hips
and fingers, the burst of energy from the drink Mina had given him long since
depleted. He smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face, and
carefully extricated himself from her slumbering embrace. Yawning a little, he
rose to his feet and tiptoed to the door, opening it as softly as he could, and
left the bedroom.
*
Izuku moved through the doorway backwards, closing it as softly as possible.
When he turned, he came face to face with the rest of the cadre of girls. They
stared at him, silent, until Kyouka started up. “So?”
“Oh, um, she fell asleep,” Izuku said sheepishly. “I can’t really blame her,
I’m tired too.”
“Wow, Izuku, I didn’t think you were THAT bad,” Mina said, and Tsuyu snickered.
“Did you get to say it to her?”
“What?”
“Um, that you love her?” Kyouka snarled through gritted teeth, her arms
crossed.
He shrugged happily. “Oh! Nope. Some other time.”
“You sure are blasé about this, Izuku-chan,” said Tsuyu. “You were so nervous
going in.”
“Um, y-yeah. But we kissed and it was really nice and to be honest, it was all
I really needed,” Izuku said. “I’ll get to tell her when I’m ready. There’s not
really anything more to do, with her, being asleep. I’m too tired to be nervous
anymore. Um, can I borrow a futon out here and sleep with you guys?”
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Kyouka said slowly, her face in utter
disbelief.
“Oh my god, Izuku,” Mina said. “Get back in there.”
“You should sleep with her!” suggested Tooru, forcefully.
“You should fall asleep next to your beloved,” Momo said, her hands grasping
her pink cheeks vivaciously. “Tsuyu-chan, tell him.”
Tsuyu, at the head of the group, looked right into Izuku’s eyes. “Izuku-chan,
you’ve had a long night with all of us, and it’s definitely been exhausting,
and you can do whatever you want. But, I, and the rest of the girls, as your
friends, would strongly advise sleeping in the same bed with Occhan. She
deserves it, kyu~.”
Momo chimed in. “Yes, she deserves it. I think you demonstrated that you were a
trustworthy, patient, wonderful person to everybody in this apartment.”
“Maybe a little awkward, but like, nothing that can’t be worked on,” Tooru
added.
“There’s definitely something between you two. If she deserves to sleep next to
anybody, it’s you.” Tsuyu planted one flat, thick finger on Izuku’s chest with
a light flourish. “Get back in there, for your sake.”
Izuku made a nebulous motion past Tsuyu, and started to push his way through
his welcoming party. “Look, I should—”
“Mina-chan,” Momo ordered, imperiously.
Mina cracked her knuckles. “Gotcha.” She grabbed Izuku by one arm, taking him
by surprise, and yanked him back with considerable strength, as Tsuyu opened
the door, and thrust him through the open doorway.
“No, wait, I need to brush my teeth—”
The door closed with a click, not loud enough to wake a mouse. Izuku stood
there, stunned at how fast they had foisted him back, but quickly reconnoitered
how tired he was again, and decided that he could stress about revealing his
love for Ochako at a different time.
When he climbed into Mina’s bed, he managed not to wake her. Ochako shifted in
her sleep, a little smile on her face. She snuggled close to him, into his
arms, and breathed out a little “De…ku…kun.” Izuku drifted off, her soft weight
against him, content after a full night.
It was the cold, still time of night, past the witching hour. He had dreams of
weightlessness.
***** Serendipity *****
It was the wee hours of the morning, where the first light of the morning was
piercing its way through the clouds and washing away the darkness bit by bit,
when Ochako woke up. Outside, the crows were starting to sound off, their calls
ringing in the air from up the road. It was ominous, even cacophonous, but it
signaled the start of a new day, hailing in the cool, dewy air of the morning.
She snuggled a little closer to Izuku’s chest, taking in the smell of his skin,
still stuck with the sweat from physical exhaustion of the night past.
He awoke soon after, rubbing his eyes and stretching, yawning loudly, his eyes
coming to rest on Ochako, slowly to the point of serendipity.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, Occhan.”
She smiled and kissed his chest where her face was laying, beaming up at him.
Her eyes continued to catch and scatter the light in brilliant ways, and her
chestnut-brown hair was in full view of the sunlight, casting a brilliant and
sun-dappled glow on her face.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Good,” he said, unoriginally, planting a kiss on her forehead, still somewhat
wreathed in sleep. She giggled.
“Um, Deku-kun?”
“What’s up?”
“You’re, um, poking me.”
“Oh god, I’m s-sorry.” He made an effort to wrest himself away from being so
close to Ochako, his morning wood uncomfortably swinging in his boxers. She
kept her eyes on it the whole time, laughing as he pulled away.
“Have a fun dream?”
“No. I-I mean, I c-can’t remember. I mean, no, th-this is just how guys get in
the m-morning.”
“Relax, I’m just teasing.”
They laid for a moment, and Izuku still was wrestling with his sleepiness,
willing himself awake, but he could tell she was breathing a little faster than
normal, one of her hands fidgeting on his abdomen, the kind of nervous
reluctance bursting forth from curiosity and abashed shyness. It was less
unrestrained and hormonal; just to explore.
“Hey.” She tapped his chest lightly with a finger. “Can I, um, see it?”
She had, of course, seen it several times over the course of the night
previous, but each encounter was like seeing some wild specimen of animal
cloistered away in zoo cages, to where she had a picture of what it looked
like, a kind of theoretical example; when she pulled his boxers down, it was
literally coming face to face with it.
“It’s kinda cute looking,” she said, which, aside from its almost aggressive-
looking hardness and comminatory twitching, was putting truth to words. She
studied it from every angle before touching it, gingerly, putting an
expeditious hand around it and stroking it slowly, eliciting an immediate
response from Izuku.
“Ah! Jeez, Occhan.”
“Oh!” She took her hand off it. “Sorry! I should’ve asked before I did that.”
“No, y-you’re okay. I trust you.” Izuku gave her a little smile. Ochako kept an
eye on his face as she replaced her hand apprehensively, moving just the tips
of her fingers around it. Slowly, she closed her fingers as softly as she could
around it, and started to move her hand.
“Um, does that feel nice?”
“Yeah…”
Ochako pumped her hand slowly, feeling the skin of the shaft, and looking up at
Izuku’s face, taking in the plethora of expressions he pulled, with his mouth
and tongue and eyes half-lidded. There was a thick, burning longing emanating
from between her legs, her crotch almost instantly wet, her curiosity
overpowering any and all residual anxiety she had been carrying. Bringing her
face closer and closer to it, still keeping up the same pattern with her wrist,
she suddenly gave it a prefatory lick across the head, causing Izuku to shudder
visibly. When she had determined that it wasn’t poisonous, she put it in her
mouth.
The inside of her mouth was warm and wet, rubbing the head of his cock with the
back of her tongue. Granted, it was basically already at maximum hardness and
wasn’t going down, so Ochako was mostly just playing with it, for her own sake.
Her technique sieved out into a slow, lengthy slurp with her lips and tongue,
which she kept up for several minutes. She was still clumsy and the most
virginal of the girls, genuine and vulnerable feeling, and none of it troubled
Izuku. He was as happy as when he’d first met All Might, and since before his
dreams had begun to spring into reality.
He sat up. “Ochako, can I um, s-see you too?” She nodded shyly.
Her striped black-and-white panties were hugging the curves of her butt when
she removed her pajamas, slowly. They suited her, Izuku felt, the curves
deflecting around her wide hips, showcasing how hourglass-shaped she was. He
was kneeling on the floor just off the edge of the bed, with her sitting on the
edge perpendicular. His hands were shaking a little when he took the edges of
her underwear and pulled them off, Ochako assisting him by lifting her hips,
revealing a triangle of brown hair, which she immediately covered with her
hands.
“Sorry—I’m not shaved,” she said, her face a little pink.
“It’s okay, it doesn’t bother me,” he said, and slowly she removed her hands.
He moved his face closer, close enough for the tip of his nose to touch the
lips. Her smell was alight in his nose.
She giggled a little. “Don’t stare, you’re embarrassing me.” He laughed softly
too. Looking up at her, he asked, “Can I… um…”
“Oh my god, Deku-kun, you’re already right there, you don’t have to ask.”
He ran his lips over her labia, feeling her pubic hair tickling against his
nose, breathing against her entrance, which was weeping a slow dribble of
pearlescent wetness. Instinctively, he ran his tongue up and down her lips. She
tasted ever so slightly sour, honeyed, her fragrance flooding his nostrils.
“Ah! That feels really good…” She gasped when he pushed the tip of his tongue
up and around, touching her clitoris, which, after last night’s crash course,
he had cursory knowledge of locating. Her breathing heavy, she took off her
shirt and ran her fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp softly as he
went down on her. She leaned back, awkwardly, across the bed width-wise, her
head nearly lolling off the other side, as he propped her thighs up on his
shoulders and moved his tongue faster. She was moaning, looking at him
affectionately, as he came up, looking at her, her chest rising and falling,
her breasts large and soft, with puffy pink nipples. She put one hand on his
face, her expression angelic and blissful.
“Deku-kun, I think I'm rea—when did you come in!?” Her eyes were suddenly wide,
looking past Izuku, and she suddenly shrieked in surprise and curled up,
attempting to cover her breasts and crotch.
Mina’s voice sliced through the air like a thrown hatchet. “Kyouka-chan wants
to know if you guys want one or two eggs.”
Izuku attempted to do so as well, unsuccessfully, and yanked up the covers
after clambering onto the bed. Mina was standing, naked, in the doorway. She
watched this double act for about thirty seconds, her black and yellow eyes
still cracked with sleep. She yawned a little, rubbing her eyes.
“What? M-Mina-chan??”
Mina repeated her query, like a tired secretary.
“For breakfast. Kyouka-chan’s making breakfast. She wants to know—”
“Oh my god, Mina, get out!” Ochako said sharply.
“It’s my bedroom,” Mina huffed. She crossed to the dresser and retrieved a pile
of clean clothes, and got dressed in front of them, checking her face in the
mirror, while Izuku and Ochako sat naked on the bed, awkwardly.
“You c-could’ve kn-knocked first,” asked Ochako, her face pink and her eyes
closed, her heart fluttering.
“The door was literally open. Tooru opened it last night to get a crossbreeze.
Did you guys not notice?” said Mina, hopping one leg, then the other through a
fresh pair of panties. “We’ve been hearing you guys fuck for like, the past
twenty minutes. Like, not even needing Kyouka to listen in.”
A raspy “Hey, Occhan!” and a crass-sounding wolf whistle heralded Tsuyu’s and
Kyouka’s voices through the open portal.
Mina continued. “We assumed you guys were, like, just going with it, which,
honestly? Total power move, Occhan.” She issued a breathy imitation of Ochako’s
moaning voice, giggling a little. “’Ohh, Deku-kun…’”
Ochako buried her face in the comforter, the tips of her ears pink.
“Should I clear out and let you two finish? Because you guys were going, like,
soooo slow. I was just trying to let you guys know that breakfast’ll probably
be done soon. Cold eggs are just like, gross.”
The couple on the bed looked at each other awkwardly. “It’s gonna be difficult
to finish now, I think,” said Izuku.
“Even better! You can come help clean up my apartment,” Mina said, animatedly,
as she pulled on an ostentatious-looking yellow croptop, draping an extra set
of clothes over her arm. “Oh, Tooru and I were gonna head down to Ikebukuro
later today and do some shopping, there’s a thrift store she wants to check out
there. You guys are welcome to, yanno, tag along.”
Mina left as abruptly as she had come, and Ochako started giggling, almost out
of maddened desperation. She calmed down quickly, though. Izuku squeezed her
hand lovingly.
“Maybe next time?” Izuku asked her.
Ochako nodded vigorously, and kissed him on the cheek. The two sat next to one
another for a bit, savoring each other's warmth, before pulling on something to
cover themselves, and departing from the bedroom to rejoin the others.
***** Spit Sisters *****
To Ochako’s intense chagrin, Kyouka, Tooru and Tsuyu began clapping when she
exited the bedroom, sufficiently clothed, to retrieve her bag. The common room
had taken on a negative-space kind of feel, like the polar opposite of the
sedate nature of the sleepover, where with the sunlight and breeze streaming in
through the windows and the quietude of the girls, cleaning, amongst the sounds
of the vacuum that Tsuyu was pushing, the orgy had bled away from the space
itself, slipping into the cracks and escaping to find another hovel to inhabit.
Izuku pulled on the clean shirt he’d packed, brushed his teeth, futzing with
his hair the whole time.
“So, uhh, Izu-kyun,” said Kyouka, bending over the stove and tossing whatever
leftover vegetables into a mound of fluffy, yellow-white egg, “you good for
this next weekend?”
Everyone giggled.
“We should really look into doing this in a love hotel,” Mina said. “If we keep
doing this here, I bet my neighbors will think that I like, started a cult or
something.”
“That’s a pretty good idea,” Tooru added. “How much do love hotels cost?”
“The cheap ones are what, six thousand to stay the night? Each of us can chip
in a thousand, and like, Izuku wouldn’t have to pay anything, because he’s
doing most of the work.”
“Where would we sleep? I don’t think love hotel beds are that big.”
“We can bring bedrolls. It’ll be like camping,” laughed Tsuyu.
“Kyouka brings up a good point. We should get another boy,” said Mina. “I mean,
if Izuku’s cool with giving up half the labor.”
“I’ll probably get better at pacing myself with time,” said Izuku.
“Yeah, that’s the spirit!” said Tooru. She squeezed his shoulder briskly as she
went past.
“While I think that it’d be nice to have a second body around,” said Momo, “I
think it’ll be difficult to find another boy who’s as obedi—um, as good as
Izuku.” She smiled at Izuku, her face a little pink.
“Yeah, we need somebody who’s not gonna just brag to every other boy in the
class. Is dating against the code of conduct for U.A. students?” Kyouka asked
Momo.
“Not officially, but it's frowned upon.  I think the reasoning is that it
causes issues with practical exercises. Better to err on the side of caution.”
“Right, so, let’s like, keep all this under wraps at school,” Mina proclaimed,
as if that wasn’t the default attitude of the group to begin with.
“Oh, Ochako-chan,” Momo said softly, “to be honest, you have way more claim to
stop this… arrangement… than I think anyone else does. Except, of course, for
Izuku-kun himself.”
Ochako smiled weakly, too shaken from being surprised earlier to actually
blush. “Um, why do I…? No, I have siblings, and I’m used to sharing.”
“Perfect,” said Mina. “Izuku, could you grab the comforter off my bed? I need
to like, wash it pretty thoroughly today.”
“Sure,” said Izuku, glad to be of some use.
“School’s an interesting topic,” Tsuyu apprised. “Each of us could get him for
a different day, and we would keep this going without needing to crowd up Mina-
chan’s apartment.”
“And on the seventh day, Deku-kun should rest,” said Ochako.
Mina tapped her chin thoughtfully. “What, like everybody gets designated a day?
That could work, I guess.”
“Oh, but that’s not fair! Then one girl gets him for Saturdays every week,”
said Tooru.
“What if we did a rolling schedule? You may be Saturday some week, then the
next you’re Friday, then Thursday, et cetera,” Momo offered.
“I think, really, the main issue is we run the risk of killing him if this goes
on for a full week. Besides, he has like, his own stuff to do most of the time.
Right, Izuku?” Kyouka said.
Izuku almost answered “no,” given that he did somewhat waste a lot of his
quotidian time on comics and hero worship, but restrained himself. “Y-yeah.
Where do you want me to put the comforter, Mina-chan?” he asked her, both arms
clasped around the puffy bed topper.
“If you could stuff it in the hamper that’d be wonderful! Thanks.”
“Come to think of it, we should all be on birth control if we’re going to
commit to this,” said Tsuyu.
“Oh gosh, I need to head to the pharmacy today and get morning-afters,” Tooru
fretted. “Izuku and I didn’t use a condom.”
“Don’t worry, Tooru. We’ll get to it today, I’ll go with you,” said Mina,
comfortingly.
“Are you two dating now?” asked Momo. Mina opened her mouth to retort, then
closed it, visibly deep in thought.
“Probably!” Tooru answered, brightly.
Tsuyu poked Momo in the side, playfully. “Does it matter? We’re all spit
sisters anyways,”
“Hey, food’s ready. Who all wants coffee?”
They took a break from cleaning, most of it basically finished, to eat
breakfast, crowded around the table in the common room. Over the warm smells of
coffee, warmed-up rice, cream, and eggs, they had a mostly quiet meal.
“Do you guys wanna figure out like, a group activity that we can do when we’re
together?” asked Ochako.
“Didn’t we spend all night doing Izuku?”
“God, Tsu-chan, I think she means like, something to do when we’re not having
sex,” said Kyouka.
“We could watch a movie or something?” suggested Ochako.
“That seems kinda awkward to do with people flitting in and out, kyu~.”
“We could start running, or do extra exercise. Wait, the sex itself is like,
pretty good exercise. Scratch that,” said Tooru.
“You all could join my guild in Phantasm Wars Online,” Momo piped up, which was
more or less immediately vetoed. “Barring that, we could study when we’re all
together,” Momo tried, a little flaccidly.
“Momo-chan, are you serious?” Mina laughed, doubled over.
Momo sniffed haughtily. “Well, if you didn’t like my suggestion, you could’ve
just said no.”
Mina picked rice out of her teeth. “How about playing dress-up? Make a list of
cute outfits, then fuck in them?”
“For Izuku, or for us?” asked Tsuyu.
“For, like, whoever.”
“Maybe a little too expensive as a hobby, but I’m all for sharing clothes.
Unless we get Momo to make everything, which seems a little tiring for her,”
said Ochako.
“You guys wanna start a band?” Kyouka inquired, facetiously. “Or at least just
listen to music.”
They were all silent in thought for a minute or so, racking their brains for
options.
“I think we should just do whatever we normally do by ourselves to pass time.
We get along pretty well on our own,” Ochako finally concluded, a little
unsteadily.
“So, just, hang out,” Tsuyu appended.
“Yeah.”
It was amazing to watch this conversation eddy around Izuku, who was laying on
the floor, daydreaming, that he could say nothing and still feel as immutable a
pillar of this friend group, to which he had no ingress twenty-four hours
prior. It was a testament to the girls of 1-A. After a while, their
conversation stopped and they joined him in a pile on the floor, staring at the
ceiling, lazing, dozing, breathing together. Ochako gave him a kiss on the
cheek and whispered something in his ear. The sunbeam coming in the balcony
door struck him like a spotlight, pouring a steady dripping of light into his
chest and spreading out to engulf all them seven.
Tooru touched Mina’s lips with one outstretched finger. It had felt less like a
sleepover and more like the start of the rest of her life.
It was summer. The nights would get warmer soon.
***** Epilogue *****
Over the succeeding weeks, the first-year boys of the hero class of U.A. began
to notice a marked difference in the actions and behaviors of the six girls of
their class. It started small, as these things did, and became gradually more
and more recognizable, like Hagakure Tooru’s omnipresent peppiness culminating
in a willingness to physically cling to those classmates in her general
vicinity, especially Ashido Mina, whose presence became even more fierce and
formidable during practical exercises, a kind of goofy haphazard nature
overtaking her interactions with those around her. Jirou Kyouka, who normally
didn’t have a great deal to do with many of the boys, openly started a
conversation with Midoriya Izuku which contained such cryptic fragments and
half-truths as concerning the nature of “the weekend,” or “this weekend,” or
“next weekend.” And to speak of Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu had assumed a
tendency to grab Midoriya and disappear during the lunch hour or before school
for little spates of time peppering the week, returning him to his earlier
junction looking flush-faced and noticeably ruffled.
Past this, there seemed to be some kind of grand collusion between all six of
the girls, who had become much closer; many walled-off, somewhat isolationist
conversations occurring girls-only. There was an across-the-board increase in
huddled dialogues and whisperings in ears. Some of Yaoyorozu’s reflective
haughtiness had crumbled away; she was a lot more talkative and giggly
alongside Jirou, and this behavior didn’t seem to totally transfer to the boys.
And then, of course, there were the unexplained events that none of the boys
could touch upon with any degree of explanation. Mineta swore up and down, on
every gravestone of every extended family member he could cerebrally check off,
that he thought he saw Hagakure and Ashido ‘totally making out in the girl’s
bathroom’ one Wednesday nigh on fifth period, refusing to answer as to why or
how he managed to be in said bathroom at said time on said date, and, even
given that everybody knew Mineta had a tendency to spread lurid rumors for
basically no reason anyways, the phantasmal image of that mythical excursion
was kept floating below the surface of several boys’ minds for days at a time,
yet it made no waves in the grand scheme of goings-on at U.A.
This existed in opposition to the day when Midoriya came to class one morning
to find an enigmatic green gift wrapped with a soft white ribbon stuffed in his
shoes locker, which Bakugo had noticed and immediately in rash anger snatched
away, and after disemboweling the package in front of the entirety of 1-A, was
flummoxed to be holding what appeared to be a black leather collar with a
matching leash. Even more odd were the shiny, monogrammed green letters on the
collar, which spelled TOY in looping curlicue English. Bakugo had been too
taken aback to even destroy the incomprehensible object with his Quirk, instead
just handing it back to Midoriya and walking back to his desk, pissed off for
no real reason, in silence.
Arguably the strangest development, all the boys could naturally agree upon,
and which Iida could attest to personally, was the complete split between
Midoriya Izuku and Uraraka Ochako, who had normally done almost everything
together, now avoiding one another like the plague, exiting the classroom at
different times and eating at different ends of the cafeteria. This was bizarre
because the two of them, separately, denied having had a fight, a falling out,
a breakup, or anything bad to say about the other; to dispel any credence to
the rumors that they harbored any feelings for one another. On the contrary,
Midoriya and Uraraka both seemed to be all-around much more friendly with all
of the girls, and by proxy, more friendly with the subject of each other. When
Hanta spotted the two outside school at a ramen place downtown, talking
excitedly with one another, the jig was up, in a sense; Uraraka and Midoriya
resurfaced and resumed friendship at school, falling back into their normal
routine with one another, as if none of this inexplicable charade even
happened. Nobody could figure out what the hell was going on.
Some of the boys took notice, and aggressively pulled their attention away
(Bakugo), some took notice and attempted to intervene on levels professional
and social (Iida, Kirishima), some took notice and opted not to interfere
(Todoroki, Tokoyami), some found it intriguing for personal reasons (Hanta,
Kaminari), and some were merely perplexed (Mineta). Some experienced some
combination of the above listed. At any rate, they were only able to pry one
single, unsatisfying answer, kicking and screaming, from Midoriya: “I honestly
don’t know what girls are thinking.”
*
“Gimme your phone, Kyouka. You’re just gonna stare at it all night,” said Mina,
snapping her fingers in front of Kyouka’s face.
It was a seasonably warm night, and a tumultuous one at that.
They were back in Mina’s apartment again. Momo and Tsuyu were chatting on the
couch, Tooru cuddling Mina from behind as the latter was haranguing Kyouka,
running her fingers through her hair and feeling her gnarled horns. It seemed
no different from the other nights they had spent here, except they were all
naked, given how hot it was, and that was the easiest way to cool off.
It was a slower night than most.
 
Izuku and Ochako were sleeping in each other’s arms on the balcony, as they had
taken to doing. The night was still fresh on their tongues, all wet air and
peeling heat. Tooru stared out the balcony window, letting Kyouka’s stammering
voice fade into the background behind the constant hum of a running boxfan,
letting her mind fall back into the feelings of frenzy and saturnalia she had
experienced between these sets of walls. Tongues and lips and teeth and soft
skin, and abstract, formless sex in piles of flesh, ringed with eternal torpor,
moving from partner to partner in abstruse, undrawn orders. There are many ways
to understand your friends, and this was how Tooru felt understood hers, in a
myriad of sleepovers, all tied together by the proximity of bodies. She was
formless, unseen, a pleasure-wraith of indivisible air, the paradox beauty.
This was how they understood her. Would any other way have been as perfect?
She was uncertain of so much. But, for once, Tooru loved being invisible.
End Notes
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxNdSDraYOU
     it's finally done. possibly an underwhelming sendoff. huge props to
     everybody who kept up with it over the course of me uploading. sorry
     2 have spammed the tags for so long.
     i'm oddly proud of how this one turned out, it's so goofy in parts
     and you can see my annoying writing style constantly peeking through,
     but the feeling that people enjoy my writing is honestly so wonderful
     and validating on a personal level. i'm starting another bnha project
     sometime soon, maybe not as long but who can tell? stay tune't
     i luv you all. you are all great <3
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