9: Aftermath
Shinsō had to help Izuku back to the observation room. All of his ribs were bruised, half of them being broken, and were mending very slowly. All Might ordered him straight to Recovery Girl immediately. When the nurse removed his Costume, Shinsō was horrified upon seeing the damage done to him. His back, chest, and face were all bruised nearly beyond recognition.
Recovery Girl commented that he was healing slower because of the extensive damage done to his body, and that it was a good thing that Izuku's Quirk offered a Regenerative Healing Factor, or else the damage could have been life-threatening. And then Bakugō was brought in, looking almost as bad as Izuku. His arms were fractured all the way up to the shoulders, his nose, of course, was broken and he seemed to have a few internal injuries.
"Man, you two really did a number on each other," the Brainwashing teen commented as he offered his help to the nurse in bandaging the pair of them up.
Recovery Girl had snorted angrily, "I have half a mind to let you two hooligans heal naturally," she huffed, "Though that wouldn't do very much in Mr. Midoriya's case, as he should heal on his own within a day and a half."
"What the hell," Bakugō groaned petulantly as he turned his head toward him, "The hell kinda Quirk do you have, anyway?"
Izuku snorted, "So you admit that I actually have one, now," the boy said before he groaned in pain while the blond just growled at him from his bed.
"Cut it out you two!" Shinsō put himself between them, "The match is over, so no more fighting!"
Bakugō snarled at him, "Don't tell me what to - "
"Sleep." Shinsō said, using his Quirk on the boy who fell back into his bed and started snoring.
Izuku chuckled as his teammate turned to him, "He's not gonna be happy about that." He said while Shinsō shrugged.
"What can I say?" Shinsō asked, smirking, "The guy needed a nap."
The boy grinned at him, "Good poi - "
"Sleep." Izuku's eyes glazed over and the boy fell back against the bed, fast asleep. Shinsō then turned to Recovery Girl, "That should make your job a little easier." He grinned at her.
Recovery Girl chuckled, "I should hire you on as an assistant," she said jokingly just as the door to the infirmary flew open, and another patient was brought in. The elderly nurse rolled her eyes, "Oh, here we go again." She sighed as she turned to the young man, "Mind staying a bit longer?"
Shinso shrugged, "I'm here, so I might as well help."
By the time that Izuku woke up again, the infirmary was filled with a third of his class. No one was quite as badly injured as he and Bakugō had been, but it was bad enough that any of them were hurt in Recovery Girl's opinion.
After Izuku was cleared he and Shinsō, Bakugō was still out cold, were allowed to return to class. They were just in time to catch sight of the next match as it was Shōto Todoroki and Mezō Shōji acting as the Hero Team while Ojiro and Hagakure were acting as the Villain Team.
"Daddy!" Eri squealed as soon as she saw him while Kyōka had allowed Mina to hold her.
Of course he was beside them in a moment as the little girl reached out to him. Mina gave a disappointed "Aw" as Eri was taken from her, though she wore a smile on her face, "That was some match, Midoriya," the pink-skinned girl said while Eri clung to him.
"I'll say it was," Kyōka said with a small glare at the boy, "Didn't I say not to do anything stupid?"
Izuku, of all things, had the audacity to hide behind his daughter, "In my defense, I had everything under control," he said, though the tremor in his voice did nothing to help his case.
Kyōka rolled her eyes at him before she stepped forward, arms akimbo, and wagged a finger under his nose, "You have a little girl to think about, Broccoli-brain: you don't get to make stupid choices like baiting a guy that's a walking stick of dynamite into a fight like that."
All Might signaled the start of the next match, and suddenly all eyes were on the competitors. Todoroki stepped forward...and the building was completely encased in ice so cold that they all felt it in the observation room. "Isn't that a little much?!" Ochako asked as she shivered, wishing her Costume wasn't so form-fitting, or that she had thought to make it insulated against the cold.
Kyōka rubbed her shoulders as Izuku came forward and wrapped his free arm around her, bringing her closer to share the warmth that his bio-electricity provided. She blushed, but accepted the warm he provided while All Might announced the winners of the match.
As the teams came back into the observation room, no one was surprised that Todoroki was named as the match's MVP. Momo came forward and offered poor Ojiro and Tōru some blankets she created. Shōji turned the offer down, having not been as close to the ice when it was formed.
The Invisible Girl was hopping up and down in place to warm herself up while wrapping the blanket around her. "Man, that was totally a cheat!" The girl whined while her teeth chattered. "It's not fair to just freeze everything without even letting us defend ourselves!" Her bare feet were slapping against the floor as she glared(?) at the ice-covered teen, "What if I get frostbite from this!?"
"Then you should wear more clothes." Shōto muttered bluntly while the girl just gave a frustrated yell.
"Now, now, Young Hagakure," All Might chuckled, "While a bit excessive, Young Todoroki acted within the parameters of the exercise." He said before turning to the boy himself, "However, Young Todoroki, next time you work with a partner, it may be beneficial to actually formulate a plan with said partner." Shōto merely grunted in answer.
Eri blinked at him, "He sounds like Uncle Baku." Leave it to a child to break every bit of tension in the room because as soon as the words left her mouth, even All Might started laughing.
Tōru giggled her way up to Izuku then, "Hey, Midoriya, I wanted to ask you something about your fight," the Invisible Girl said, "I saw you use something on Bakugō that I think made his Quirk unusable. What was that?"
All Might was the one to answer, "Ah, that must have been the new Power Cuffs that I've heard so much about," the giant of a man said while the students turned to him, "From what Mr. Yagi's told me, Young Midoriya designed a device that can completely nullify a person's Quirk when worn." He pointed to Eri's wrist, "If I'm not mistaken, Little Eri is wearing one right now."
Eri looked down at the band on her wrist, "Daddy gave this to me," she said proudly, showing the device to everyone, "Isn't it pretty?"
Tōru bounced in place eagerly, "Do you have one I could wear?" She asked: her voice sounding both excited and desperate, "Please? I could pay you back if - " Before she could finish, Izuku reached into his utility belt and pulled out one of the bands.
"There's a thumb print pad on it," he explained as she took it from him, "Let it scan yours so you can take it off anytime you want before slapping it on."
She did just that. The red lights on the band turned from red to blue, then she slapped the band on her wrist. The blue light blinked on and off for a moment before turning green. From the point of contact, a slim, alabaster wrist appeared. Followed by her forearm and shoulder. Tōru squeaked in shock as more of herself came into visibility.
"Oh, wow," Ojiro breathed out as the girl was looking down at her hands.
The girl reached up to her face where tears were forming in her eyes, "Um...does anyone have a mirror?" She asked with a trembling voice. Momo stepped forward while pulling a hand mirror from her arm. She smiled as she handed it to the girl. She held the mirror up to herself and saw long waves of messy chartreuse-colored hair. Bushy lashes above big round teal/yellow-colored eyes. "Oh..." she breathed out, "I'm...actually kinda...pretty?"
"Not just kinda," Denki grinned at her, "You're a total knockout!"
Tōru suddenly squealed and lunged at Izuku, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Thank you thank you thank you!" She squealed happily as Eri giggled while Izuku stammered and tried to juggle the child and not fall over from Tōru's enthusiasm. Kyōka just grinned at the sight, a miniscule spike of jealousy finding its way into her heart...but all that went flying out the window as the blanket around the formerly invisible girl came loose.
The observation room was suddenly filled with shrieks, wolf whistles, embarrassed squawks, and booming laughter in All Might's case.
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The rest of the class passed by without incident, even with Tōru's unintentional striptease. Izuku was glad that he got to watch Kyōka's match and was unsurprised when the girl pinpointed the other team without much effort, and knocked them out with a sonic attack within seconds.
Needless to say that she was named MVP for her match.
Each of the students had been given footage from their respective battles to review so that they could see where they needed to improve. Now, All Might was in the staff office with both Aizawa and the homeroom teacher for Class 1-B, Sekijiro Kan, better known as Vlad King.
They were each going over the footage from the battle trials, "I've got to say that you have some talent in this class, Aizawa," the blood user said begrudgingly, "The son of Endeavor, the heiress of the Yaoyorozu family that has a unique creation Quirk, and the next speedster in the Īda family." He leveled a halfhearted glare at the shabby teacher, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that the principal was playing favorites."
Aizawa shook his head, "Believe me, I have plenty of students that would do better under your teaching," he said pausing a scene during the first match, between Bakugō and Midoriya, "These two in particular."
The Blood Hero chuckled, "Ah, I remember these boys," Kan said, "One broke the Combat Point record at just over seventy, while the other scored well over fifty Rescue Points, but barely had any Combat Points, though not for lack of effort."
"Katsuki Bakugō and Izuku Midoriya," Toshinori said tiredly, "Former childhood friends until the latter was diagnosed as Quirkless, while the former developed a powerful Quirk, and was praised to the point that his ego became bigger than Might Towers."
For once Aizawa was in total agreement with the shrunken Hero, "It would have been safer for both of them if they'd been placed in different classes," he said before letting the footage play out, all three of them wincing with every blow traded by the two teens, "These two have something to prove to each other, one wanting to be the very best, and the other just wanting to live out his dream, and prove that he belongs here."
"And one of them turned into an incredibly vicious bully," Kan said with a nod of his head, "I understand why you think he'd do better in my class." He looked at the two of them, "Our classes may be competitive with each other, but I know how to curb such an attitude. And you honestly are the best to teach Midoriya if what I've heard about his lack of confidence is all true?"
Toshinori let out a bloody bark of laughter, "Kan, when this kid doesn't have his mask on, he's a stuttering, muttering mess of a boy!" He chuckled while he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood he sputtered up. "But!" He smiled, "That boy has one of the kindest hearts I've ever come across, plus he's got a...decent head on his shoulders, although he seems to have a lack of restraint that rivals even Bakugo's."
"Lack of restraint?" Aizawa frowned at the man, "He's been pretty subdued unless that little girl of his is concerned."
Both teachers turned to the blond man for an explanation, "Let me put it to you another way," Toshinori began, "When it comes to...tenacity, that boy does not quit, even if he knows that he could lose, and quite badly I might add." He sighed, "When he fought with Rappa, he was clearly out matched, and in a big way, but he just kept getting back up."
"I saw that in the papers," Kan said, nodding, "I honestly felt a little impressed that he held his own for so long."
Aizawa nodded, "I've seen some of the tech he's designed," he said, reaching into his pocket to produce one of the Power Cuffs, "These in particular are quite ingenious for a student of his age." He passed it to Kan, "Not only does it work as a Quirk dampener, but it completely blocks the Quirk off from being used. And it's safe for long term use. The battery is charged from the wearer's body heat, which allows some of the prisoners that are wearing them to be held in normal cells for low-level thugs."
Toshinori chuckled, "And they won't come off unless a designated person removes them with a thumb print," he said, remembering how Bakugō had come charging back into the classroom, demanding to have the one Izuku had used on him removed, "We actually had a bit of a snafu over them."
"How so?" Aizawa asked.
"Well, as you know, one of our students, Young Hagakure, has a permanently active Invisibility Quirk," Toshinori explained, "And when she found out about the cuffs, and what they could do, she practically begged Young Midoriya to let her have one," he chuckled, "Young Midoriya handed one to her, and allowed her to slap it on without a second though." He took a sip from his coffee, "Unfortunately, he didn't know that her costume only consisted of a pair of gloves and a pair of shoes."
Kan's eyes widened, "You mean she was - ?"
"Naked as a newborn baby." Toshinori nodded. "Luckily she had a blanket provided by Young Yaoyorozu to cover up with before too much was seen." He chuckled, "You should've seen their faces: poor Midoriya nearly fainted while Hagakure was terrified that Young Jirō was going to strangle her with her earphone jacks."
Even Aizawa gave out a small snort over that, "And Bakugō?"
Toshinori gave out a deep sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, you've both gotten your reports from Nezu, right?" Both of them nodded in confirmation. "Then you already know what he's like."
"He's been taking therapy sessions with Hound Dog because he's overly aggressive, right?" Kan asked while Aizawa nodded, "Beyond that I wasn't made aware of his reasons since he was placed in 1-A."
Aizawa frowned, "Basically, that bullying we mentioned was beyond what normal bullying is," he said, "I had to stop him from outright attacking Midoriya when I gave them their Quirk Apprehension tests."
"What caused that?" Toshinori asked, having not witnessed the incident.
Aizawa frowned, "Basically he thought the boy was Quirkless until he saw it with his own eyes, which made him angry...well, angrier." He corrected himself, "Plus, he hated whenever someone got a better score than he did. Yaoyorozu, Uraraka and Midoriya beat his score by leaps and bounds in the Ball Throw. But the minute he saw Midoriya's score, he lost it." He sighed as he thought back to two days ago, "He went into full attack mode, and would have done some serious damage if Jirō hadn't jumped in and hit him with that sonic attack of hers," he said, "It also caused Midoriya to activate ternary Quirk, which made him invisible to the naked eye, and allowed me to find out that his is a complex Mutation-type Quirk." He frowned, "Still, if I hadn't restrained him, and used my Quirk on Bakugō, he was ready to an all out war against both Midoriya and Jirō."
Toshinori frowned, and leaned on his knees, "Young Tokoyami mentioned that Young Midoriya has plentiful and heavy scarring across his upper body," the two men looked at the blond with shock, "And he wasn't exactly subtle about who he thought was responsible."
Aizawa gestured to the footage they were watching, "And we have hard evidence that he's done worse."
Kan palmed his face in exasperation, "So not only is the boy naturally violent, but he also has a massive superiority complex and is highly disrespectful to anyone that he thinks is weaker than he is, which includes teachers," he gave his two companions a hard look, "Remind me why this boy hasn't been expelled, yet?"
Aizawa shrugged, "Nezu thinks that we can break him of this behavior," he said while Toshinori nodded, "And if we kick him out, then there's no Hero School out there that would accept him. So there's a huge possibility that he could become a Vigilante, or worse, a Villain." He shook his head, "I'd hate to imagine the damage he could do if he went rogue on us." Kan nodded in agreement with him.
"Besides," Toshinori muttered, "It's not like he's openlyhostile with all of the students...not physically, anyway."
"Just Midoriya," Kan said, "That should be enough."
"He's also hostile towards Jirō," Aizawa reminded the two of them, "But I will say that that girl gives as good as she gets because she does not put up with his bullying at all." He then shook his head, "But it's not enough for others to stand up to him," the man went on, "He needs to be taken down a few more pegs. Not just by any student, either." He looked at the other two, "It has to be Midoriya."
"Why does it have to be him?" Kan demanded with a grumble, "The boy's good, but he has enough on his plate without us planning to throw him to the wolves." He recalled seeing the boy walking through the halls with his daughter sitting on his shoulders. "And then there's the trauma we could cause to his little girl!"
Aizawa turned his attention back to the video footage, "It has to be Midoriya because Bakugō is fixated on him: that's why." He gave Kan a look, "You said it yourself, didn't you? This kid has a superiority complex on a massive scale, and Midoriya when unmasked has a severe inferiority complex: he's just as bad as Bakugō in the reverse sense." He said, "We may not be able to reverse all of the damage done to these two, but we may be able to level it out."
The blond man sighed, "I don't know, Aizawa," Toshinori asked. "Pitting them against each other was nearly a fatalmistake on my part, and that was just by chance!"
Kan gave Aizawa a frown, "He's right, Aizawa: Bakugō used unnecessary force against Midoriya in an enclosed space that could have resulted in not only a death, but severe injury to the other students present at the time." Kan said, but frowned a moment later, "But I can't say that I don't see the reason. Put two tigers in the same area, and both of them will try to either take the other out, or, in the best case scenario, duke it out until they find out that they can live in harmony."
Toshinori thought for a moment, seeing some logic in what they were talking about, "Alright, but how do we do it?"
"Off the books," Aizawa said, catching both of their attentions, "If we do this in front of a class, that'll only make a spectacle out of the whole thing," he continued, "And all it would take is one student with a phone to post it on the web, then we have a newscaster catastrophe on our hands."
Kan nodded, "So we offer them a chance to clear the air?"
"Or duke it out like a pair of alphas," Toshinori frowned, then palmed his face, "This is going to get messy...but it might be our best shot..." He then looked at Aizawa, "After the Sports Festival, Training Ground Omega, and, provided that the festival doesn't solve the problem for us, the families will witness it."
Kan looked at him with surprise, "That's going a little far, isn't it?" He asked, "Their parents surely wouldn't - ?"
"You haven't met the Bakugōs," Toshinori said, "I've only spoken with them at length, but the boy's mother sounds like a female version of him, minus the explosions."
"I can agree with part of that," Aizawa said, "But still, allowing the parents to watch the boys potentially beat each other bloody?" He shook his head, "They may not like that much."
Toshinori frowned, thinking of how Inko had suffered because of Katsuki Bakugō's treatment of her son, and the absence of her husband. This was going to be a way of giving her justice.
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Meanwhile, as the teachers were devising their plan, the household of one Izuku Midoriya was in an uproar.
Izuku covered his face in embarrassment, "I can't believe the cameras caught that!" He groaned as he, his parents and the Jirō watched his battle trial against Bakugō, and his little dance scene at the end.
Kyōka was sitting next to him with Eri sandwiched between them, grinning widely, "I am so never letting you live this down, Green Bean, you know that, right?" She giggled. "The only thing better than seeing your Happy Dance was seeing that puffed up firecracker get what was coming to him!"
Inko nodded firmly, "I have to agree with Kyōka, Sweetie," she said as the two looked at her, "Katsuki had a lot of that coming." She crossed her arms with a slight angry look on her face, "Especially considering how long this has been going on."
Izuku sat back with a sigh, "Yeah, but I don't think I was able to get through to him," he frowned, "He still thinks I was...looking down on him this entire time."
Kyōka shook her head, "I wouldn't worry about it." She told him, "He's not someone I'd want as a friend, or even near me."
"You don't know him like I used to," Izuku sighed, "He was good back then, but all that praise the teachers loaded on him just turned him into...into that." He pointed at the screen as Bakugō was about to pull the pin on his gauntlet.
Kyōka winced, "You scared me half to death when that happened," she said with a look on her face that he couldn't read, "After you warned me about him being able to bring down a building with one of those things, I almost lost my mind." She said with a small blush rising to her cheeks
Izuku's own blush could have brightened up the night, "I...I know, and I'm sorry..."
"That reminds me," Inko said, "Mister Toshinori came by not long ago, and gave us a contract for you to look over."
The boy looked at his mother, "Contract?"
"For those Power Cuffs of yours," Hisashi said, "Apparently he wants them freely available to the police, and for public use." He said with a small amount of pride in his voice, "I let your mother make the decisions over the contents, so everything should be to your benefit."
"I left it on your desk, Sweetie." His mother said.
Kyotoku chuckled, "Not even a licensed Hero, and he's already rolling in dough," he said, smiling over at his daughter, "I could almost approve!"
"Almost?" Mika smirked at him while their daughter just glared.
Izuku frowned, "Approve of what?"
"Nothing," the girl huffed before she noticed that Eri was beginning to nod off, and smiled, "Come on, Munchkin, time for bed." She got up from the couch and picked the little girl up. Izuku got up to join her.
The parents watched as their children took the little girl upstairs to be put to bed, Mika and Inko smiling at each other knowingly. Kyotoku smiled as he picked up the remote, "Mind if I skip back a few scenes? That crotch move was classic: the look on the other kid's face!"
"Go ahead," Hisashi grinned, "I wanna see that myself!"
Upstairs, Kyōka was just tucking Eri into bed while Izuku pulled the covers over her. She was already fast asleep before her head hit the pillow, "I thought she would've been scared to death today." Izuku said quietly, "But she handled it way better than I ever thought possible."
"She's stronger than you think," Kyōka stepped back and smiled at the doting look on Izuku's face as he looked down at his daughter. "You should've seen her cheering you on in the observation room," she told the boy, "It was adorable! I don't think anyone was rooting for you as much as she was."
Izuku looked at her with that same smile on his face, making her heart flutter against her ribs, "W-What about you?"
Kyōka blushed slightly, "What about me?"
Izuku turned to her fully, "Please, don't play games with me, now." He said in a pleading voice, "We've known each other for months and by now, even I can tell that there's something between us." He took a step closer to her, "A-And...that kiss was - "
Kyōka stepped back, "Yeah...I know..." she frowned and began twirling one of her jacks around her fingers, "Listen...Izuku...I..." Quicker than she could blink, Izuku closed the distance between them, his left hand rising to her face.
When it came to kissing, neither teen had much experience. Kyōka had only ever kissed her parents, and that was always on the cheeks. Izuku was the very first boy she had ever kissed...the only boy that she had ever wanted to kiss.
What Izuku was doing to her was a simple touch of their lips, nothing fancy like what she had read in the romance novels she secretly kept in her closet. But the famous spark was definitely there. Literally.
"Ouch!" Kyōka yelped, barely managing to keep her voice down as she felt the electrical charge pass between their lips.
Izuku, true to fashion, all but freaked out, "Oh god, I'm so, so sorry!" He yelped, his face flaming red. "Are you okay?!"
Kyōka looked at him, her cheeks as red as his own, one hand raised up to her still tingling lips...then she burst into quiet giggles. "Wow, I never thought you were supposed to feel an actual spark when you kissed someone you liked."
Izuku felt a small smile tug at his lips, "So then - ?"
She raised a finger to his lips, quieting him down for the moment before she took hold of his hands and led him out into the hallway. The door to Eri's room closed with a soft click. She then smiled up at him, "You really should've known better than that." She said in a mock scolding tone, "What if Eri had woken up and seen us?"
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, "I, uh, I claim momentary insanity?" He muttered, making the girl giggle again, "Well, it's true! It's been hard to think straight because of you lately."
Kyōka gave him a small, tender look before she stepped up and wrapped her arms around his chest, "Then you need more practice," she sighed against his chest, "And...to answer your...sorta question..." her face darkened in color again. "Yeah...I do like you...like a lot." She heard the pace of his heart increase in speed. Her jacks curled in delight. "I try not to show it, but I...kinda get crazy jealous when the other girls get too close, or flirt with you."
Izuku chuckled at that, "I'm honestly flattered," he told her as he brought his arms up around her, "But you don't need to be jealous."
"Are you kidding me?" She looked up at him with annoyance, "I'm the only girl in class that has an AA-Cup, and a stick figure!" She attempted to step away, but he held her tighter.
"I don't care about any of that," he said in a hushed tone, "Yes, I find the rest of the girls in our class attractive," she huffed and looked away from him only for him to lean down to her exposed ear, "But I'm not attracted to them." She shivered. How did this stuttering nerdy mess of a teenage boy turn into this husky-voiced Casanova-wanna-be?
She bit her lip, refusing to look at him, "Give it time." She muttered, "You'll want someone else with a better body than me soon enough."
Izuku frowned at her, "But...I-I like your b-body." She finally turned back to him with wide eyes. "S-s-sure, you're slim, b-but you have curves," to prove his point his hands ghosted down her sides, tracing her figure. Her skin prickled with goose bumps under his touch as his hands skimmed just below the edge of her shirt. "A-and...yo-your ch-chest...it-it's perfect."
She scoffed, "You say that when Yaomomo has a C-Cup?" She muttered. She half expected him to start muttering about proper proportions, but she was not expecting one of those hands on her waist to rise up, and, very slowly, make its way up her body. She looked at him in surprise as he paused a moment, his hand against her ribs, his eyes boring into hers. He was silently asking her permission.
Her eyes drifted down toward his hand, her head bobbing slowly in a very slight nod. His hand moved upward. A gasp escaped her while she clapped a hand over her mouth to keep her voice down as his hand palmed her breast through the thin cotton of her shirt. His hand jerked away.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, almost frantic.
Kyōka's face was flaming red, but she shook her head. "I'm...just a little...sensitive..."
She saw a small smile twitch on his lips out of the corner of her eye for a moment before his hand returned. "Perfect." He muttered as he massaged her. Kyōka's legs trembled as he continued until her restraint broke.
She reached for him then, pulling his head back down so she could reach his lips. His arms went around her to hold her in place as her own wrapped around his neck, her fingers twisting into his wild hair...
"Ahem!" Both teens froze. They turned in unison toward the top of the stairs and were mortified to find her mother standing there.
"Mom!?" Kyōka squeaked before pushing away from Izuku, her back hitting the wall with a loud thump, "Er, how long have you - " Unfortunately for both of them, Izuku's Quirk tended to go haywire whenever he got flustered, and being caught by your girlfriend's(?) mother while in the middle of a makeout session was more than enough to do the job, and this caused his hands to literally stick to her shirt, followed by the sound of ripping fabric.
Mika's hand rose to her mouth, "Oh my!" She was just barely keeping herself from laughing at the scene before her as her daughter's shirt hung limply from Izuku's flailing hands while Kyōka was trying to cover both her navel, and her purple bra.
"Izuku!" Kyōka yelped.
"SORRY!" His hands were flying around, waving the remnants of her t-shirt like a flag.
"Kyōka?" Kyotoku called up.
"FINE!" The girl yelled, "WE'RE TOTALLY FINE!"
Mika snorted as she stepped forward and removed her jacket, "The only reason you're fine is because of the fact that you didn't decide to go braless." She draped the jacket over her shoulders. "And Izuku?" The poor boy snapped to full attention as the woman leaned toward him, "I approve." She smiled at him, "Just try not to give me any grandchildren for a few more years, alright?"
"Uh, does Eri count?" He stammered out.
"Only if she starts calling Kyōka mommy." Mika giggled, and began urging her daughter down stairs, "Now, come along. This little wardrobe snafu isn't going to fix itself."
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"Doctor?" Said a pale, thin young man as he entered the darkened laboratory.
All around him were large tubes filled with liquid, and bodies in varying stages of...decay?...he wasn't sure. All that he did know was that the doctor had something he needed, and wanted.
Something that was currently floating in one of the tubes.
He stopped in front of the creature inside. "Hello." He smiled thinly as he gazed at the muscular creature inside. It was large, bigger than he was by several hundred pounds with skin as black as tar. It had a large beak-like mouth with jagged teeth behind it, and an exposed brain on top of its head. "Nomu."
"Tomura?" The doctor came around the corner of one of the tubes. "Ah, it is you." He smiled at the man, "Good, I've been expecting you. How are the preparations for our little field trip?"
Tomura smiled at the man with his beady red eyes aglow. "We have everything we need," he said, reaching out to touch the smooth surface of the container, "Everything...except for this."
The man just chuckled as he twirled his mustache, "I'm happy that you think my child here will be the deciding factor," he smiled, "But there has been a change in the roster." Tomura looked at him with a manic glint in his eyes, "This Nomu is now obsolete toward your little venture, but never fear, for I have something better for you to take a long."
"Do you, now?" He asked.
The doctor smiled and beckoned him to follow. "You see, my boy, recently I have been experimenting with the blood samples I took from my side project," he said, gesturing to a cage to the right of him marked No.6. "You can see part of the result here." He said as Tomura peered inside, receiving a glare from six red eyes from within. "This fellow is stronger than the Nomu I had planned to send with you before, but he doesn't follow orders as well as I'd like unless I give them."
"Then he's useless to me," Tomura sneered, and the monster inside lunged at the bars, rattling the cage as six clawed arms reached for him while green acidic drool fell from the creature's mandibles.
"True, but I wasn't about to let you go without one of my creations." The doctor smiled happily, "So I kept working." He continued on, showing various cages with similar creatures inside, some slightly more human than others, "I worked myself to the bone until I had the perfect son." He stopped in front of a pair of life support pods, "And then I replicated him." He pressed a button and the pods hissed open.
Inside were a pair of tall hulking creatures that lumbered out. "Let me introduce you to my Arachnoids: No.7," he gestured to the creature on his left, "And here we have No.8." He gestured to the creature on the right, both of them larger than No.6 had been, "Totally obedient, merciless, and deadlier than any Nomu I've ever created."
"And these will be able to kill All Might?" Tomura asked warily as acid dripped from their mandibles.
"Oh, these fellows aren't for All Might, mind you that I wouldn't dismiss them taking him down as powerful as they are," he said hurriedly. "But they will be going with you. And so shall I."
Tomura looked at him in surprise, "You, doctor?"
"Someone has to control my boys." He smiled proudly at the two hulking creatures, "And U.A. is a treasure trove of untapped resources I can't possibly pass up." He grinned as he pulled a photo from his coat, "Also, I have been asked by the local Yakuza to retrieve something for them." He showed Tomura a photo of a tiny, white haired little girl. "And using her Quirk...I think I can expand my Nomus' abilities tenfold." His eyes glinted behind his glasses dangerously.
"Well, then, who am I to deny you when you sound so excited?" Tomura asked.
10: 1-A Shenanigans
Hisashi Midoriya hated the press.
Not only did reporters and photographers not know how to take No for an answer, but they often caused more problems than the lowlife Villains he had gone up against in his time as a Vigilante.
This morning had been no different than that as a swarm of reporters had flocked to the gates of the school, dragging himself, Eraserhead, and Present Mic to the forefront to keep them out. One plucky reporter had tried to barge her way in, which had set off the school's defenses, nearly costing her an arm. But it had solved the problem of the reporters...for a short time.
As Hisashi was making his rounds across the school, he came across one of the metal plates that had once been a gate to keep people out. Rusted and corroded into dust. He took a sample of it to the Forensic Science class to be analyzed before making his report to Nezu.
"Aside from the reporters barking outside the walls to see All Might," he said to the intelligent rodent, "The only anomaly I've found would be the corroded steel gate which forensics said was the work of someone's Quirk." He said as he read his report, "Do any of the reporters that were here today have a Quirk that can do something like that?"
The principal shook his head, "I'm afraid that I don't know, but I can assure you that I will be looking into it," he said with a deep frown on his mammalian face, "Those reporters caused quite a commotion and I will not have such things happening on my campus. Especially since it caused a panic during the lunch period. Some students were nearly trampled!"
Hisashi nodded, "I'd heard about that," he then smiled with a hint of pride, "Apparently Izuku was the one that stopped it." He sounded pleased with the way his son had handled the situation.
"Indeed, your son is shaping up to be a fine young Hero in the making, Hisashi," the rodent said, "He was recently made the class representative alongside Miss Yaoyorozu, a fine upstanding young lady, if I'm not mistaken."
Hisashi frowned, "I hope that doesn't cause any friction between him and Kyōka," he muttered mostly to himself as the principal looked at him, "Those two have become pretty close since entering U.A., and little Eri adores her like a mother." He explained.
Nezu nodded in understanding, "If that's the case, then I understand your worry, but I feel that it's not necessary." He smiled, "If the rumors I've been hearing lately have any truth to them, then your son and Miss Jirō are the school's newest power couple among the first years."
Hisashi grinned at that, "That's a good thing. Inko's been hoping they'd get together for a while," he said, "Anyway, that's my report. I'll check the security footage for anything I might've missed."
"A moment before you go," Nezu said, "I'd like to ask if you'd mind subbing for one of our teachers once in a while?"
Hisashi looked at the rodent with a raised brow, "Really? You want me to teach your students?" He asked with disbelief.
Nezu nodded happily, "I don't see why not," the principal said, "Technically, you are a part of U.A.'s staff and all of our staff members have a responsibility to teach our students."
The former mercenary crossed his arms, "And how many of your teachers are former Vigilantes?" He asked with heavy sarcasm.
The principal just smiled at him, "I know that you believe you haven't the right to teach these children, but I've watched you while you trained with your son, and Miss Jirō in martial arts." He reminded him, "Not only do you take care to not harm them during your sparring sessions, but you take the time to explain the movements during the spar, instead of letting them make fools of themselves as some of our other teachers tend to."
Hisashi shrugged, "That's because I have street smarts," he said, "Most of your teachers haven't had their noses to the pavement in years."
"I will admit that," Nezu muttered, "Aside from All Might or Aizawa, most of the teachers don't work the streets as they did in their haydays," he smiled at the former Vigilante, "You, however, are unique among them in that you fight as a Hero, but you also know how to fight against otherHeroes."
"To my great regret," Hisashi muttered.
"There's no regret that can't be made into a boon, my friend," the rodent said. "And your skills could save the lives of our students if you took the time to teach them." He smiled at the man as he donned his helmet, "What do you say?"
"I say - " someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Nezu called out softly.
The door opened and in walked Izuku, "Sir, I was wondering if you've seen my...Dad..." the boy paused as he noticed his father standing in the room, "I-I I'm sorry, I'll come back later!"
His father called out to stop him, "Hold on, kiddo, we were just finishing up," Hisashi said, nodding to Nezu before turning toward the door, "I'll give you an answer by the end of the day."
"Fair enough," the rodent smiled as the pair left his office.
Hisashi looked at his son as they made their way out of the principal's office. "It's rare that you come looking for me during the day, Son." He mentioned as the boy blushed, "Something happen in class I need to know about?"
Izuku opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He sighed in frustration, "This...is so awkward..."
"Well, take your time," his father said with a slight chuckle in his throat. His son was finally trying to open up to him, and that meant he was beginning to trust him. No matter how long it took, he would listen to anything his son had to say to him.
"How did you ask Mom out?" Izuku blurted out.
Alright, almost anything.
"This…is about Kyōka, ain't it?" The man sighed deeply, disengaging his helmet so he could look down at the boy, "I thought you two were already dating?"
His son shook his head, "There's...been a few..." his face began to redden, something Hisashi knew that he picked up from his mother.
It also let him know that he wasn't going to get anywhere by just waiting for him to open up, "No need to explain," he sighed, "So you two aren't dating, yet," he smiled a little as the boy nodded, "And you want to know how to ask her out properly."
"I wanna show her I'm serious about it," Izuku said while poking his fingers together shyly, "I mean, of course I'm serious, why wouldn't I be? She's - "
Hisashi stopped him before he could really get going into one of his muttering sprees. "Okay, okay, I get it," he said with a light chuckle, "But you've got to understand, your mother and Kyōka are on totally different personality levels." He said while the boy blushed further, "Your mother was as shy as you are now back when we were growing up, and she muttered almost twice as fast as you do when you get nervous."
Izuku sighed, "I know she's different from Mom," he muttered petulantly, "She's...she's not someone that I ever thought would like me."
Hisashi shook his head, "There's that low selfesteem again," he smacked hsi forehead, "Look, Son, she obviously does like you, and you sure as hell like her, so how much more serious do you wan things to get between you two?" He asked, "Just walk up to her and ask her out on a date or - "
"We can't leave the school grounds." Izuku pouted: U.A. was his dream school, but being stuck here had even him getting sick of the place and going just a little stir crazy. It didn't help that he felt guilty about Kyōka and her family being practically trapped at the school as well, and then there was Eri to think about. She was the only child of her age at the school, which meant that, aside from his classmates, the little girl had no friends she could interact with. It wasn't healthy for her.
"Right," his father sighed, "Sorry, I'd almost forgotten about that." He shook his head, "But my question still stands: why not just ask her out?"
Izuku took a breath and sighed, "I want...I want it to be special..." he said, "She's the first girl I've met that...treated me like I wasn't a freak."
Hisashi winced, "And you want to make it a good experience for both of you," he said, finally understanding, "Alright, then how about getting her something?"
"Like what?" Izuku asked.
Hisashi thought about it for a moment, "How about a promise ring?"
Izuku's face exploded in steam, "A RING!?"
"Calm down!" His fahter bopped him on the head, "Jeeze, relax kid: a promise ring doesn't mean you two are engaged! That's called an engagement ring!" He explained while the boy nursed the bump on his head. "A promise ring is meant to show that you, the giver, are taking your relationship with the receiver seriously."
Izuku seemed to calm down a little bit while he mulled it over, "Okay, but...how am I supposed to get one?" He asked, "I can't leave without - "
"An escort?" His father smirked at him, "Kid, I'm not only a former Vigilante, I'm a trained ex-mercenary." He jabbed a thumb at his chest, "You couldn't ask for a better escort."
スパイダーマン
Later that evening...
Kyōka's room was unusually crowded as she, Momo, Tōru, Mina, Ochako, and Tsuyu were gathered there, the floor littered with snacks and drinks that they were sharing, while their laughter cascaded off the walls. "I'm totally serious!" Tōru grinned widely from under a pink bear-themed onesie, her form still visible on account of her absolute refusal to remove Izuku's power cuff, "When my parents saw me, they went nuts! I thought I was gonna start crying, too!"
"You totally started crying when you first put that thing on," Kyōka grinned right back at her before crossing her arms with a glare thrown toward the girl, "And nearly flashed my boyfriend."
Ochako giggled, "And the teacher."
"Pretty much the whole class," Tsuyu said with a cheerful croak in her voice, "It's lucky that Mineta was transferred out." She then gave out a slightly annoyed croak, "I'm sorry that he was kicked out of the Hero Course, but I've heard some pretty bad rumors about what he gets up to."
"So~?" Mina drawled out with a sly look in Kyoka's direction, "What's it like dating Midoriya?" She asked as she leaned in, the girl looking excited at the chance to hear about the first romance to happen in their class.
Sitting on her bed, Kyōka gained a neon red blush across her cheeks, "Well," she took the ends of her long lobes and started tapping her jacks together, "We haven't really... made things official?" She mumbled as the other girls gawked at her, "I mean, he hasn't really asked me out or anything, and we're always busy with schoolwork or Eri - "
"Schoolwork is the only thing that I'm gonna believe from you," Tōru butted in, "Because both of you take care of Eri, and you do your homework together most evenings." She scrunched her bushy eyebrows together, "Are you gonna sit there and tell me that nothing's happened between you two since the Battle Trials?"
"No more kissing," the pink-skinned girl leaned toward her with a small lavender blush on her cheeks, "No touching?" Mina grinned at her when she saw a more prominent blush rise up on the girl's cheeks. "Aha! I knew it! Deets! I need deets!" She squealed excitedly.
Momo giggled at the girl's antics, "Now, now, we really shouldn't badger her," she smiled at the girl who smiled back gratefully, "Though I have to wonder: just how long have you...well, liked him, I suppose?"
The girl stopped playing with her jacks and leaned back on the bed, "For a while, I guess," Kyōka shrugged, "Kinda hard not to like a guy that'd risk his life to save a little girl," she said as Momo nodded in understanding, "Even when he's bleeding out," the other girls paled.
Ochako frowned a little at that, "I knew you said that he'd been shot," the round-faced girl said, "But I didn't think it was that bad."
She nodded, remembering that strange, horrible rainy day when their paths had crossed. "Yeah, it was really bad," her tone was somber but she smirked a moment later, "Weird, huh? Falling for a guy that was covered in his own blood when we met?" She asked humorlessly.
"If you don't mind me asking, kero," Tsuyu said, "Where did he get the scars I've heard about?" She asked with Mina and Tōru turning in her direction.
Kyōka looked at her in confusion, "How'd you know about them?" She asked: she didn't remember saying anything about them to anyone.
Tsuyu lifted her shoulder, "I overheard Kirishima and Satō mention that he was covered in some pretty nasty burns." She explained.
Kyōka nodded and gained an angered look as she huffed, "You can thank Bakugō for that," she sneered, "He's Izuku's childhood bully."
"Yeah," Tōru frowned, "We heard as much over the speakers the other day when they were fighting." She sighed as she shook her head, shivering, "Did he really tell him to kill himself?" She asked as the others turned to Kyoka with looks of concern.
Kyōka gave a quick shrug, "He doesn't bring it up, and I won't drag it out by asking about it," she shook her head with a deep sigh, "I'd rather not open old wounds."
"Good idea," Momo nodded, "Though I will say that allowing such a person to enroll in this school is beyond anything I thought U.A. would ever tolerate," she frowned as she thought about the ashen blond, "He's more of a Villain than a Hero at this point, and aside from Kirishima, there aren't that many in our class he's close to."
Mina giggled, "Yeah, but since we all saw Midori kick Bakugō's butt we know that he's not untouchable." She grinned as the others agreed before she directed her attention back to Kyoka, "So...you knew Midori for a long time before school started." Kyōka nodded as Mina spoke, "Mind telling us what attracted you to him?"
Kyōka had to giggle at that, "Oh, you know, the usual." She said, twirling one of her jacks around her finger, "Cute face, and a totally rockin' bod." Mina and Tōru squealed while Ochako, Tsuyu and Momo giggled and blushed when the remembered the verdette's form-fitting Costume, "And..." the other girls quieted down and moved in eagerly, "Well...you all know this...but he's probably the sweetestguy I've personally ever met."
"Hm, yeah," Tōru sighed dreamily.
Mina giggled, "He sorta gives off this warm vibe, doesn't he?" She gave a sly look toward Kyoka, "I bet kissing was like biting a hot cinnamon roll, wasn't it, Kyō?" She got the reaction she wanted because Kyoka's neon blush returned full-force. "Aha! I knew there was more kissing than during the Battle Trial!"
Kyōka's jacks were going haywire, "So we kissed a few times, big deal!" She half shouted. "It sure doesn't make us an item!"
"It should!" Tōru grinned at her, "I mean seriously! How are you two not dating, yet?" She demanded, "It's so obvious he has a thing for you, and it should be obvious to him after that kiss!
Mina just scoffed, "Honey, he's a guy," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice, "What's obvious to us, is never obvious to them unless we paint it in big bold letters and then read it to them!" Mina pointed out while she and the others howled with laughter.
Even Momo and Ochako were beginning to laugh as the poor girl covered her face in shame. "Now, both of you stop it," Momo giggled, "I'm sure things will work themselves out eventually."
"Plus their parents live on campus," Ochako pointed out, "Dating's hard enough, but with their folks around, I'm willing to bet that Midoriya's walking around on egg shells."
Kyōka hadn't thought of that. Her dad like to make out that he was some kind of tough guy, but in actuality he was a big old teddy bear once he got to know someone. Izuku was no exception. And he seemed to liked the Midoriya family well enough.
Tsuyu looked at her curiously, "I've been wondering, kero," she said as Kyōka looked at her, "Does Eri call you mom like she calls Izuku dad?"
Kyōka's eyes widened at that, "No...at least she hasn't called me that when I'm around." She wasn't sure how the little girl saw her, but it was obvious to everyone that Eri was just as attached to her as she was to Izuku. She blushed a little then, "But...if I'm being honest," the girls all leaned in, "If she starts thinking of me as her mom, I don't think I'd mind.
Before the conversation could go any further, someone knocked on the...window? "Huh?" Tōru blinked in confusion as she noticed a hand disappearing below the window sill, "But this is the third floor!"
Kyōka yelped as she guessed just who it could be right when Mina made the same connection, "Now, who do we know that can climb straight up a wall, and would be knocking on a certain someone's window?" She giggled as the purplette lept off of her bed and bounded toward the window. "Oh, this is totally like a scene straight out of Romeo & Juliet!"
Tsuyu looked at her, "Mina, I don't think that's a good reference considering how it ended, kero," Tsuyu croaked as Kyōka threw open the window, and a familiar head of green popped up, "Hi, Midoriya."
Izuku's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw that Kyōka wasn't alone, "Ah...s-s-sorry, I didn't know - " he stammered before starting to descend, "I'll - I'll come back - "
"Oh, don't mind us," Momo got up and started ushering the other girls out of the room, "We were just leaving, weren't we girls?"
Mina and Tōru complained loudly while Tsuyu and Ochako helped in herding the two romance-loving girls out. Kyōka giggled and waved at them as the door closed behind them. Then she turned a faux glare on her boyfriend, "Please tell me this isn't a one man panty raid?"
"O-O-O-Of course not!" Izuku was already freaking out just as she had hoped he would, "I'd never do something like that, you know - Mmph!" She silenced him quite successfully as she leaned over and planted a kiss right on his lips.
Izuku nearly lost his hold on the wall, but thankfully whenever his Quirk went haywire it tended to strengthen his Wall-Crawling ability. And added a little electricity to his body. Kyoka leaned back just as a small spark ignited between them, giggling. "That never gets old." She smiled at him before stepping back to allow him in. "This isn't like you, though." She said as he hesitantly crawled through her window, marveling at all the instruments in the room, "Oh, what, you knew I liked to play."
"No, no, it's not that, I...you're teasing me again, aren't you?" He accused as the girl sat on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs and arms. A move that made him blush all the more as she showed almost all her legs, and the act of crossing her arms made her breasts more prominent. Proof that she definitely had curves.
"Maybe," she smirked at him, "But this is the first time you've come to my room here in the dorms." She pointed out with a small laugh, "Usually you're too afraid of Aizawa catching you."
Izuku scratched the back of his head bashfully, "Well, I...I wanted to talk to you..." his blush was ridiculously bright.
Kyoka was even more curious now as she sat straight on the bed, letting her hands rest on the mattress, "'Bout what?" She asked, a horrible thought crossing her mind, "Is...is this a break-up kinda talk?"
The boy went pale as a sheet at her question. "What?! No!" Izuku yelled loudly before clamping his hands on his mouth. Heaven help them if Iida caught them, "I-I-I-I mean, this is just the opposite..." He grew quiet.
Kyoka let out a breath she realized she'd been holding in ever since she asked the question, now relieved, she motioned for him to sit next to her. He did so cautiously which made her smile. They had sat with each other on the couch in his house several times, but their parents had always been nearby, and they'd both had Eri right next to them. Now? They were alone together in her room. With no parental supervision whatsoever.
She fidgeted nervously as she felt the heat of his body next to her, "Okay...so...what is it you wanna talk about?" She asked as the boy's leg started jumping nervously. "I mean, things are kinda weird because of this...this whole thing, but I think things have been..." she blushed, looking down at her lap, "...really great."
Izuku finally smiled, "Yeah...yeah they have." He nodded, "That's what I wanted to talk about." He reached into his pocket and pulled out -
Kyoka's eyes widened. [Holy crap.] There was one thing that the two teens had in common. When completely flustered, or speechless, their brains completely shorted out. And when Izuku pulled out the little velvet ring box, her brain went as wild as one can go. Her heart started beating like a rapid drum solo while she heard wedding bells ringing in her ears and started seeing visions of herself in one of those gaudy white dresses, a house with a white picket fence: the works, really.
He gulped down his nerves and sighed, "I...haven't...really made things between us clear." Izuku said, startling her out of her teenage romance induced stupor. Izuku blushed bright red as he continued, "I..." he hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to continue. He chanced a look at her, and saw the girl beside him blushing just as hard as he was. It gave him a small amount of courage to continue, "I...like you, Kyōka...I have for a long time," with shaking hands, he opened the box. "So...will you...be my girlfriend?"
Her heart fluttered.
Inside was a simple silver ring with small diamonds laid out in a pattern to form a musical note. But it wasn't an engagement ring, much to her surprise and disappointment, but a promise ring. Still, seeing the ring brought a smile to her face as he lifted it from the cushion to offer it to her. Izuku, for his part, felt his heart pounding in his chest like the base drum Kyōka had in the corner of her room, and was holding his breath as he waited for her answer.
He then smiled as she offered up her right hand, allowed him to take it and gently slip the ring onto her ring finger.
"I'm...not really sure if I can be a good boyfriend," Izuku confessed as he clasped her hand between his raising his eyes to meet hers, "But I...I want to try." He smiled, "I love hearing you sing," he admitted to her while she gripped his hands with a teary smile. "And...whenever I'm with you, I...I feel stronger...I - " He was stopped when one of her jacks floated up and pressed against his lips to shush him.
The entire he had been stammering, Kyōka had to bite her lip to keep herself from choking up, her left hand flying up to hide her quivering lips. "You...you sweet...sappy...jackass!" She lunged at him, her arms flying around his neck as her lips smashed against his at full force, a surprised grunt coming from him as his back fell against the mattress.
She broke off for a moment, looking him directly in the eyes with a smile on her face, "Yes," that single word set his heart soaring as his arms wrapped around her as their lips molded back together, the heavy breath from her nose tickling him as he attempted to return her assault with just as much passion as she was beginning to show as she nibbled and worked his lips with her own. He rubbed her back, his hands moving in gentle circles while trying to memorize each curve.
Her hands weren't idle either as she moved them up his neck and into his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp pleasantly before they traveled down the same path to his chest. His abs.
Then she surprised him by slipping her hands beneath his shirt, moaning into his mouth as she felt up his muscles. But two could play that game: while one hand stayed on her back, the other dipped lower and cupped her bottom with a light squeeze. She moaned, pressing herself firmly against him while pushing his shirt up toward his shoulders.
She broke off kissing him for a moment as she pushed the shirt higher. He raised his arms instinctively as she pulled the article of clothing off of him and tossed it aside. Her eyes traveled across his skin, her heart almost stopping. Once again, she was reminded just how harsh Izuku's life had been. The boy, having realized why she was staring, went pale for a moment, turning his head away from her in shame.
Kyōka hated herself in that moment, knowing that he was as self-conscious about his scars as she was about her own body. So she did the only thing she could think of: she reached down and pulled her top over her head and dropped it on the floor next to his. He turned his head back and stared at her in a way that she couldn't fathom, the way his eyes seemed to rove over her body sending shivers through her.
She crossed her arms over herself, embarrassment clear on her face. "Um, c-could you...could you not stare so much?" She asked, her voice was trembling. Then, instead of waiting for him to respond, she leaned down, circling her arms around his chest, pressing her lips against a patch of scarring on his left pectoral. His breath came out of him in a strained hiss.
His arms wound their way back around her, Kyōka loving how his rough hands felt as they moved across her bare back, and she found herself giggling when she was rolled into the mattress with him now hovering above her. He reached out and touched her cheek. He skimmed his fingers along her jaw while she leaned into his touch. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She cupped his face between her hands, peppering his face with light, feathery kisses. "Izuku..." she breathed against his face, her fingers tangling into his hair as she drew him toward her lips again.
"We," his voice was hoarse as his body hovered just mere inches above hers, "We really shouldn't be doing this..."
His words seemed to sober her up from the passion-induced high for just a moment. Looking at themselves, she found her shorts pulled half down her hips, and the straps of her bra down her shoulders, almost revealing her breasts. Izuku was in a similar state. The sight of the normally proper boy in such a disheveled state brought a small smile to her face.
It was her that had brought him to this, and it made her feel...every bit as beautiful as any other girl she had seen with a curvaceous body. She let her fingers untangle from his hair so that she could loop her hands behind his head and pull him closer, "But," she brought a hand down to caress his cheek, "I like kissing you," she whispered as his lips hovered just a few inches from hers, "Now...come here."
He went without hesitation and they began to kiss each other deeply, massaging each others' lips with their own.
And then...well, Murphy's Law and all that.
There was a very loud commotion from the halls just outside her door. "Īda, no!" Momo's voice shouted in panic.
Tōru's voice joined in, "Stop! It's not like they're doing anything!"
"They're doing homework!" Mina shouted desperately, "I swear!
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! THIS IS A CLEAR VIOLATION OF THE SCHOOL'S RULES!" Īda's outraged voice roared out.
Ochako's voice rose over the din, "I'm purdy sure that barging into a gal's room like this is another rule breaker!" She shouted, her country accent coming through like a bell.
The door to Kyōka's room crashed open as Īda, who was wearing his pajamas, nightcap and all, was being poorly held back by Mina, Tōru, Momo, Tsuyu and Ochako. Somewhere during the scuffle, Ochako had gotten a hold of the Speedster and activated her Quirk, which was causing Īda to float, while the girls were trying to restrain him. Of course, now that they had unintentionally barged in, their eyes went right to the bed where the two teens were tangled up with each other.
First to the scarred back of Izuku as he knelt over the half-naked Kyōka, whose face was as red as a tomato.
"Oh my!" Momo blushed upon seeing the pair of them.
Tōru was sitting on Īda's back, either covering his eyes so that he wouldn't see anything he shouldn't, or holding his face down toward the carpet, "So they were doing something." She said, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Uh...sorry to interrupt?"
"Yeah, sorry," Tsuyu croaked while Kyōka sat up and pulled her pillow around to her front to cover herself before Īda saw anything that he shouldn't see.
"We really did try to stop him," Ochako said with a bright blush on her face as she tried to avert her eyes while keeping Īda still.
Mina had hearts in her eyes, "Oh, this is so hot!" She was perched on Īda's back behind Tōru, most of her weight holding him down. "But...you might wanna run for it, Midori. Īda's really pissed right now!"
Right then, Īda's head popped right up from where he was being held down. His eyes had a manic white glow to them, "YOU DEGENERATES!"
"Yo, Īda," said a familiar voice from outside the room, "You need any help in there?"
Īda turned his head slightly, "Yes! I could use it very much - !" His eyes suddenly went dead white and his body went limp.
"Īda, go to sleep and stay that way until your alarm goes off," Shinsō's voice said from the hall, "And forget why you were upset with Jiro and Midoriya." Īda's head suddenly dropped while a huge snot bubble started rising in and out of his nose while he snored.
Tōru sighed in relief as she got off the sleeping teen, "Phew, thanks a lot, Shinsō!" She called out to the teen.
"Just tell the love birds that they owe me one," Shinsō said, his voice growing fainter, "Goodnight."
Momo and Ochako were quick to move the prone teenager out of the room while Mina and Tōru cast a few curious glances toward the pair of them. Tsuyu took it upon herself to usher the two of them out. "Sorry we couldn't stop him, kero," she said, "Have fun, you two." With that she used her tongue to close the door.
"Um, thanks?" Izuku muttered, his face flaming red just as Kyōka's was.
"Oh, god," Kyōka laughed with embarrassment while she buried her face in the pillow she held, "we're never gonna hear the end of this!"
Izuku got off the bed and reached for his shirt, "I should probably - " One of Kyoka's jacks whipped out and wrapped around his neck, " - go?"
Kyoka smiled at her boyfriend, "Oh, I didn't say we were done," she reeled him back in, "Get over here."