Initially, Inko bought that pillow on a limited edition sale when her son was much smaller. Something to keep him company along with his action figures, broad posters, and fuzzy blankets of that same hero; for the days and nights, she couldn't afford a babysitter working overtime.
And now was one of those times... except her son was leaving her. Well, not really, but she can't help feeling this way after the recent attacks on the school.
Izuku has grown more since then of course. A rather short, plain-looking 15-year-old, packing up his things. He's growing into his looks.
Inko shakes her head with a chuckle at that.
It's funny, not too long ago she was just being apologized to by very man her son could only dream of meeting. A sense of pride wells up in her chest, her son has come so far...
For this last night they have together, she prepared one of his favorite meals. Then in the morning, she'll say a proper goodbye as her son and his idol load up the truck.
At least she can look forward to summer break.
"If he lasts that long..." Mindlessly stirring the pot at this point, she sighs.
Izuku finishes packing up the rest of his collectibles, leaving the ones that were his bedding untouched. Sliding the boxes into a crowded corner of his room, he can't help but chew his lip. He's excited, most definitely, but he already misses the small apartment's familiarity. The place he calls home.
Instead of waking up to his mother's cooking and a sticky note, it'll be his friends causing anarchy in the dorms. Izuku giggles, knowing the kind of trouble his friends and other classmates can get to- with his help too, obviously.
Izuku runs a hair through his curls, feeling accomplished with his work. Checking his phone for the time, he nearly drops it. How long has he been packing!?
Running a finger over his lip, he thinks. Should he go down for dinner, or check to see if there are any remaining items?
Glancing over to his bed, his eyes stick to the pillow his mother got him. He blushes at just the memory of her coming home with it.
"It's like having him with you!" She beamed as she presented it to him. The fabric was in pristine condition, smooth and buttery through and through. Freshly pressed and bold colors designed to leave a lasting impression on whoever laid eyes upon it.
All Might's smile alone battle to steal the spotlight on one side, and the other his muscles did the talking.
The timid Izuku slowly took the pillow. He attempted to focus on his breathing, despite this he couldn't help but shake. Sweat pricked along his brows as his face swelled red. With a nervous gulp, he replied, "Ah... I see..."
How could he tell his mother that this has such a crude purpose as well? Or perhaps a better question would be is where she got it from! His poor mother...
"Where did..." Izuku tried to let out, the thickness in his throat at that time making it hard to. God, they really went into detail for the muscles, didn't they?
"One of those hero merchandise stores. I figured instead of having to wait for buying it online, it would better to get it while I was there!" Inko brought a hand to her cheek as she smiled.
Izuku could already imagine his poor mother wandering around a body pillow section and not batting an eye at any of the implications.
He wasn't mad at all.
"Do... do you like it? The woman said it's for those who feel a little lonely." Inko clasped her hands, as she watched her son drag a hand along the smooth fabric of the pillowcase.
"I told her I had a 12-year-old at home," Inko thought back with a hum. Izuku nearly flinched he visualized his mother mentioning him. The color drained from his face as she continued.
"And that you were a dedicated fan!" She laughs, seemingly more happy with the implicit pillow than her son, "and she said that this one would be perfect for you!"
"Perfect is right..." Izuku swallowed heavily.
"I'm glad you like it, it cost nearly a fortune! But the woman told me it's worth it for boys like you," Inko sighed contentedly.
Hold on- boys like him!?
Izuku buries his face into his hands at the memory. It stung and made him want to shrivel up from the inside out. He looks at the pillow once more, noticing how many stains he got on it. He is rather lonely, isn't he?
He's just glad his mother doesn't snoop in here.
Izuku folds together another box for tomorrow. Maybe he should take the pillowcase off for when he packs it?
Well, this one night couldn't hurt...
Izuku jumps up, having his name called for dinner. The growing heat in his pajama bottoms couldn't go unnoticed.
"One second!" He shouts, covering himself with his hands as if all those eyes in his room was watching.
That thought didn't help. Izuku bites his lip at the twitch in his pants.
He can't keep his mother waiting, not on a day like today at least. He takes some deep even breaths, waiting for his erection to fall flaccid inch by inch. He'll just have to stay up a little late tonight.
By the time his cock subsides into a half chub, he realizes that the only thing left to do is not cry like a baby during dinner.
Low and behold he did cry during dinner. Rather dreadfully and dearly, some of his food falling victim to a few tears. After a few minutes of being coddled, Izuku helped his mouth clear the table. Before he's sent to bed he's given a long somber hug.
It was hard to make sure the well didn't flow over again, but the passing thought of his pillow made him tense during the hug.
He's definitely going to have to take care of his problem tonight.
His mother pulls away begrudgingly, rubbing a fist into her eye. "I-I know I'm suppose to save this for tomorrow, I…" She sucks in a breath, "go ahead, go get some sleep."
Izuku nods, delivering a soft "Good night," before heading to his room.
Instead of taking care of his problem, his ruminating thoughts bring about tears once more. And with those tears brought anxiety for the morning, what would All Might think of his collection? Maybe he should unpack everything alone to avoid the embarrassment…
But then again, what if it wows his mentor?
"What a wonderful collection!" He'd say.
Or maybe, "Such dedication, my boy!"
Izuku feels his pajama bottoms tightening again. With a needy hand he reaches for the body pillow.
One more stain for the collection, he reasons.
Izuku lays on top of the pillow, slowly rubbing his covered erection against its form, burying his face besides the All Might printed one. His hips roll harder into the pillow, like waves before a tsunami, each thrust longer and harsher, his hands gripping underneath the pillow, pulling it close- pulling All Might close.
One, two, three more thrusts and he cums, hurriedly he pulls down his bottoms, grasping his cock to then rub its creamed tip along pillow case. He's out of breath, shaking, relishing the release.
Sleep calls for him. Izuku covers himself as he lays besides the pillow. Now he can face tomorrow.