What Girls Want

by Ulquiorra9000

Chapter 6: too many ladies

"Whew, that was a tough one..."

Izuku filed out of the lecture hall with about a hundred other students, and he was starting to rethink his course load for this semester. Some of his friends like Bakugo, Sero, and Denki advocated taking super-easy classes to make the most of this "springtime of youth." Meanwhile, Iida, Momo, and Melissa suggested that taking challenging classes would prepare them for adult life, and this was no time to goof off!

As usual, Izuku couldn't decide between two things. He was a total doormat for both, going to every study session and party he was invited to. If this kept up...

Well, I'm still young. I'll figure it out. Izuku cheered himself up and went to the nearest campus cafe, ordering an iced tea and a deli sandwich. He barely took a seat at an empty table when a certain blonde girl emerged from the chattering crowd of students and sat opposite him.

Melissa Shield!

"Hey there, Izuku," she said with a smile. "Hungry? Me, too. It's a nice day for lunch."

Uh... sure? Izuku was already on guard, since where Melissa was concerned, nothing was innocent or what it seemed. But he couldn't help but like that charming smile, her sparkling blue eyes, or that bouncy accent of hers.

Melissa folded her hands in her lap and leaned forward. "Izuku, listen. I keep thinking back to that party at Mina and Toru's place, and, well... I made a fool of myself. I'm sorry."

Izuku had just sipped his tea and nearly choked on it. "N-no! It's all right, I was drunk out of my mind."

"Which is why I feel so awful. I shouldn't take advantage of you like that," Melissa said earnestly. "I can't believe I made such a bad impression of myself! If my mom knew what I did, she'd haul me right back to California like that!" She snapped her fingers.

Izuku felt a chill. Part of him just wanted to bolt, given the awkward relationship he had with Melissa right now. After what went down at the party, was he ready to deal with this?

"Melissa, I..."

She smiled. "Yes? What's the matter?"

Izuku faltered at the sight of Melissa's innocent smile and those sparkling blue eyes. This girl could cast an eye on him without a word! He forced himself to calm down and speak clearly. After all, Melissa was a bit nuts, but she was fun, and Izuku liked having a cool foreign girl around. And he couldn't afford plane tickets to San Francisco or whatever. He returned her earlier smile. "Thank you, Melissa. Let's be good friends, okay? I like you a lot. I'd hate to lose you."

Melissa giggled and went pink. "Oh, Izuku, you're such a sweet boy." She toyed with her hair, bashfully glancing away. Damn, she was such a doll. How could Izuku possibly be mad at her?

"Hey, why don't you make it up to me and help me study my Econ 201 notes? They're killing me."

Melissa went a shade redder and fidgeted coyly in her seat. "Well, um..."

"What's wrong?"

Melissa giggled again, hiding her mouth behind her hand. "I was thinking... why don't we start things over the right way? Sure, we can study together. I'd like that. But I'd really like to go out with you on a proper date, Izuku. Like real grownups."

"What? With me?" Izuku couldn't help a flattered grin, and he felt his face warm. His heart raced. This girl wasn't just a doll, she was an angel, heaven-sent!

"Why not? We like each other, and this is the springtime of youth." Melissa rested her chin on her hands, leaning forward with her elbows on the table.

Izuku gave two derpy thumbs-up like Denki often did. "Okay, let's go out. How about tomorrow night? I'll find something fun for us to do."

Melissa went yet another shade redder as she smiled widely. "I can't wait. I'll wear something nice." She got up and blew him a kiss with a wink. "See you tomorrow, sugar." Then she happily walked off, and Izuku couldn't help but notice how that fine round ass moved as she went. Awesome.

Izuku dug into his sandwich and decided that Denki and Sero really were on to something.

*o*o*o*o*

"So, I was thinkin'... you and me..."

Bakugo's heart was hammering as he leaned casually on the lamp post at the campus garden, trying to look cool. This was it!

Setsuna Tokage blinked. "What... Katsuki...?"
Bakugo made a suggestive motion. "Let's start things over, babe. I'll treat you right. Come on, why not try it?"

"U-uh... well..." Setsuna nervously glanced away.

"Setsuna." Bakugo relaxed and acted more mature for a change. "I really like you. I do! I think that you and me, we could -"

Setsuna shook her head. "There's no us, Katsuki! I... I don't think I'm looking to date anyone right now. I-I'll see you around!"

She turned and scampered off.

Bakugo stared at her retreating back, then bared his teeth and kicked a loose soda can. "Dammit!"

Then he realized that two freshmen were watching in shock, and he sparked his quirk on his palms. "What are you losers lookin' at? Get outta here!"

The freshmen beat a hasty retreat.

I can't believe it, Bakugo fumed as he stalked off, hands in his pockets, staring at the sidewalk ahead of him. I thought we had somethin' goin' on... shows what I know.

*o*o*o*o*

Izuku hadn't yet found a chance to study with Melissa, so the next morning, he headed to the cafe again to get a little coffee and hit the books, for whatever it was worth. And this time, there was hardly anyone else here. Ah, nice and quiet! Time to study before that hot date tonight...

He heard the cafe door open from behind him, and someone's footsteps going in his direction. Good grief...

"Hey there, Deku."

"Oh! Ochaco!" Izuku was ready to snap at the intruder, until he realized it was the lovely Ochaco Uraraka! He nearly jumped out of his seat and automatically tried to straighten his hair out a bit and readjust his shirt. Shit, of all times to look like a slob!

Ochaco smiled. "Can I join you?"

"I'd like that."

Ochaco took a seat, then folded her hands together on the table, her lovely brown eyes fixed right on Izuku's. "Deku, I'm sorry. The way I acted at Mina's party, I... I made such a fool of myself. I shouldn't have tried to come on to you like that. We both deserve better."

Izuku stared. "Wh-what...?"

Ochaco swallowed. She went pink. "I asked Toru and Mina about what happened, and they told me. I'd totally take it all back if I could."

Izuku felt a rush of relief at Ochaco's kind words. If she was ready to put this awkward situation behind her, then he could too. He smiled warmly. "Hey, I barely remember, myself. But it's okay. We all have awkward moments. I don't hold it against you."

Ochaco smiled and went a shade redder. "Thank you, Deku. I just hoped I didn't ruin our friendship."

"Far from it. I'm fine. And if you are too, then that's even better." He wasn't sure if he was 100% fine for now, but things were finally starting to go in the right direction. Thank goodness for small favors.

"Okay." Ochaco kept smiling, toying with her hands. She stared at her fingertips. "So, um... Deku..."

"What's up?"

Ochaco snapped her head up, her expression determined. "I'd like to go out with you! On a date!"

Two?! As in, one, and then another? THAT kind of two?! Izuku started sweating bullets.

"I think we both deserve something a little more dignified," Ochaco said warmly. "Let's go out, and do something nice together, just you and me. I'll wear something nice. And I know you can look nice if you put your heart into it." She hungrily looked him up and down with those not-so-innocent maiden eyes.

Izuku felt like the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz, who had to be oiled up before he could move. He barely got his jaw moving. "Th-that... sounds great...!" he croaked.

Ochaco went another shade redder and beamed. "Okay, it's a date! I can't wait! When are you free? What about tonight? Sorry, but I'm just so eager!"

Melissa's angelic, cheery face swam into Izuku's imagination, and he also pictured what she might wear on tonight's date, and what she might want do to him back at her place afterwards... and now Ochaco was asking for the same. Was this even right?

"How about tomorrow night?"

Ochaco clapped her hands together. "Perfect! Call me, okay?" She giggled and happily pranced away, humming to herself.

Izuku was aware that the cafe's cashier was giving him a funny look. Oh, crud. That was the same cashier as yesterday! Izuku didn't recognize the young woman, but she sure as hell recognized him now.

But then again, how else could he juggle all these ladies without upsetting them?

*o*o*o*o*

"Ho. Lee. Shit. You're shitting me!"

Bakugo got Izuku into a headlock that afternoon at their apartment, threatening a noogie. "You tryin' to kill me, Izuku? Two dates in a row with different girls?"

"Y-yeah! And please let go!" Izuku choked.

"And here I thought you were about to give up on girls after the disaster at the party."

Izuku paused. "Look... Melissa and Ochaco want to set things straight, so I can, too. I think that's the best way I can describe it. I've got that fighting spirit, too."

Bakugo sighed. "Damn, Deku, I'm turning green with envy. Greener than your stupid hair."

Denki, who was watching a hidden-came prank show on TV and scarfing snacks, snorted with laughter. "Good one, Bakugo."

"Don't patronize me, loser!" Bakugo snapped.

Denki flipped Bakugo off with a grin. "Jealous I'm rockin' the bed and you're rockin' the Playboy?"

Bakugo let Izuku go and then secured Denki into a headlock. "Wanna say that again, lighting bastard?!"

Izuku rubbed his sore neck. "What's gotten into you, Kacchan?"

"Oh, I can guess." Denki grinned wider despite his grim situation. "Setsuna turned you down again?"

"Graaaaah!" Bakugo threw Denki aside and sank onto the couch, face in his hands. "This is the third time."

"If it's meant to be, it'll be," Izuku reassured him. "Maybe she just needs time, or she needs to see another side of you."

"I have just one side," Bakugo said, lowering his hands. "This, and this turned up to 11."

"Hopeless," Denki muttered. Now it was Bakugo who flipped him off.

Bakugo sighed again. "For the time being, we'd better make sure you don't strike out, Deku. Gotta be careful when handlin' two chicks at once. Don't slip and say somethin' on one date that gives away the other. Speakin' from personal experience here."

"I should have said no to them," Izuku muttered. "I feel kinda guilty doing this."

"Yeah, girls don't like competition," Denki added. "They need to be the only girl in your heart. That's how they operate."

Bakugo gave him an incredulous look.

"Hey, Mina tells me insider secrets after we shag," Denki explained.

"Look, Deku, just be cool and stay smart," Bakugo told hm, shooting Denki another nasty look. "You got condoms?"

"I... forgot to get some."

Bakugo casually got some out of his pocket and tossed them into Izuku's open hands. "Here, that should cover it. Or at least, cover Melissa. She's an animal."

Izuku nearly burst out laughing. "You had these in your pocket?"

"Two girls at once is manageable," Bakugo added, ignoring Izuku. "I can do it, and so can a wise-ass like you. As long as you have the backbone!" he added sharply. "Right?"

Izuku stiffened his back, alarmed. "R-right!"

"And besides," Bakugo added, "this can only turn out well. Either you savor having 'em both, or you'll get a chance to figure out which one you like better and stick with her. Enjoy your options before you settle on one."

Izuku gave him a dark look. "No offense, but I suddenly understand your sparse dating record."

"Can it, Deku!" Bakugo barked. "You wanna get pussy or not?!"

"You don't have to put it like that! They're rally nice people!"

"Well duh, that's a given," Bakugo said with a wicked grin. "Sure, they're nice girls and all. Or you wouldn't date 'em to begin with. But!" He held up a finger. "Think about this, Deku! When they take you back to their place with that look in their eye, you gonna chicken out? Or get some action like a Greek god?"

"He's gonna chicken!" Denki said with a laugh. He started imitating a chicken's wings and clucking.

"Yeah, we will! Dumbass Deku!" Bakugo started doing it too.

Maybe I should move to the United States with Melissa after all! Izuku rolled his eyes and retreated to his room to block the chicken noises.

But... but he couldn't block out the nagging guilt in his heart...!

*o*o*o*o*

"Izuku! There you are!"

Izuku jogged to join Melissa at the bus stop. "I'm not late, am I?"

Melissa beamed. "No, you're on time. I was just so eager to see you. Are you ready for a fun day?"

"Looking forward to it." Izuku gave Melissa a warm grin, but under the surface, he was preparing himself for anything. Melissa looked nice today, with a pale blue babydoll T-shirt, a knee length skirt, and fancy leather sandals, plus a small handbag. Nice and innocent-looking... but that, too, was only surface-deep! Izuku was packing not one, but five rubbers in his pocket.

Izuku cleared his throat and decided to start off by the book. "You look really pretty today, Melissa."

Melissa made a bashful giggle. "Oh, I thought I'd dress a bit casual. I mean, it's so warm today. But thanks." She looked her date up and down, her smile widening. "You're not so bad-looking yourself."

"Thanks." Izuku hadn't put a whole lot of thought into it; he just grabbed a forest-green polo shirt and regular khakis, but at least he put on a little body spray and tried to tame his hair a bit. "So, what's first?"

Melissa jumped up and down with joy when the bus arrived. "You'll see!"

Twenty minutes later...

"A natural history museum?" Izuku looked around wide-eyed at this cavernous place. Hell, he didn't even know that this place existed, and it was so close to campus. It was nice, too, with a tour group over there and a concessions bar over there and a display of extinct trees or whatever over there.

Melissa took Izuku's hand in hers and led him along. "I'm a scientist, Izuku. I'm always curious. Come on, let's see something new."

"Right behind you."

Melissa hummed happily to herself as she looked over the exhibits, and Izuku was just happy that she was happy. This wasn't his kind of gig, but he liked really smart girls, and Melissa wasn't here in Japan for the noodle cups. Izuku felt himself relax as Melissa cheerily led him through the exhibits, babbling nonstop about taxonomy and fossil records.

She really is an awesome girl after all, Izuku thought, already daydreaming about where this date could go next. Maybe they'd cozy up at her place, and whisper dirty words into each other's ears -

It was another hour and a half until Melissa was leading Izuku through the exit, stretching her arms high above her head. "That was so cool," she said with a wide smile. "Wasn't it?"

"I had a great time."

Speaking of time, Izuku checked his watch: 3:34 PM. It was pretty early for the date to end now...

"Let's take a cab." Melissa stood at the street corner and raised her arm to hail one.

"Where?"

Izuku found out where: a cooking class.

"I don't think I'm doing this right," Izuku commented as his would-be lasagna kept falling apart. And that sauce didn't look so good.

Melissa giggled as she kept frying her spiced meatballs, sprinkling on herbs as she went. "Don't worry honey, I'll try some. I'll eat it all up."

"If you want to end up bedridden," Izuku joked as he tried in vain to get this slop to look like real food. "I should have made soup."

"Oh! We can try making French onion soup together!" Melissa cried, clapping her hands together. She raised her hand to get the instructor's attention. "Sir, can we try making soups? What recipes can we learn?"

All of them, apparently, and Izuku could hardly keep pace with his date. "You're like a machine," he had to admit.

Melissa patted his shoulder. "I like to learn new things. I've got the curiosity that any scientist needs. The world's a big place." She sampled her own French onion soup and squealed with delight. "And a yummy one, too!"

Izuku, for his part, was content to not set the kitchen on fire.

That wasn't all. Melissa wanted to burn off some of those extra calories at a dance class, and Izuku felt himself go bright red when Melissa asked the teacher to show them square dancing. He was not prepared for that.

"Th-this feels weird!" Izuku cried as Melissa spun him around and around in what was apparently square dancing, and the other dance partners looked amused but a little afraid at Melissa's energy.

"It's a beloved American partner dance!" Melissa told him over the music. "Settlers from Europe brought it to North America and now it's a kind of cowboy dance. How do you like it?"

"Just don't let me go flying into the wall!"

"Deal!"

Once again, Izuku had to admit that Melissa made for a hell of a date. The music, the energy, the motion, it made him feel alive, and he could still taste the wonderful aftertaste of everything Melissa had cooked earlier. This girl knew her way around town! He felt his heart racing and he was working up a sweat, and the energy was giving him all kinds of ideas.

And based on that sparkle in her eyes, Melissa was getting ideas, too.

*o*o*o*o*

They stopped by a little cafe for a light dinner, and it was finally starting to get a little dark. Street lights were coming on, and there were fewer people out and about by now.

Melissa had Izuku's hand in hers again as she guided him to what he assumed was her apartment. "I had a really great day. Didn't you?"
"You're full of surprises. Remind me to stay curious."

"Mmmmmm...I will. Okay, let's go in."

Melissa hadn't even asked Izuku if he wanted to go back to her place, but by now, he didn't mind. Melissa pushed the button for the sixth floor, and she invited him into room 614. Unlike Ochaco, Toru, and Mina's apartment, this place was squeaky clean. Probably because Itsuka had a good head on her shoulders and wouldn't tolerate a mess, unlike Denki, Mina, and Bakugo.

Izuku removed his shoes and sat on the couch. "You've got a really nice place," he commented warmly. He wasn't sure what else to say. Just what did Melissa have in mind?

Melissa beamed. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Okay, sure."

Melissa busied herself in the kitchen. "Hey, Izuku..." she said in a singsong voice.

"Uh... yes?"

"Do you like role-playing games?"

Izuku shrugged. "I think Denki and Bakugo are more into them. RPGs are their best genre to play..." His voice trailed off and he mentally kicked himself. Not that kind of role-play! Sheesh!

Melissa giggled. "I don't think you get my meaning, sugar. I mean the sexy kind."

"Y-yeah, I just realized that, too."

"In that case..."

Melissa had a bashful face as she brought a tray with two tea mugs to the coffee table. She set them down. "I hope you don't mind if my husband's stuff is everywhere."

"Your -?!" Izuku froze. Melissa was married?! No way! She was only nineteen years old! And he thought Americans didn't do arranged marriages...

Then he saw the folded-up newspaper, reader glasses, and toy pipe on the table and realized that the game had already begun. Why not have some fun?

Izuku made a sly grin. "Your husband's still at work?"

"Yeah." Melissa glanced at her bedroom door. "If you don't mind, I ought to get changed..."

"Go ahead." Izuku took another sip of tea as Melissa retreated to her room. Here it was... his first experience with a sex fantasy! So, Melissa was into the whole infidelity thing... he felt a little weird about it, actually. Ochaco... he had a date with her tomorrow night, but he was already here with Melissa... was he the unfaithful one here?

Izuku shook his head. No. I'm not going steady with either one. People date around all the time! I just need to get to know Ochaco and Melissa a little better so I can choose one to go steady with. No big deal.

It still felt kind of weird, though.

"Don't mind me," Melissa drawled as she emerged from her bedroom. She wore what Izuku guessed was some typical Western housewife outfit, with a short-sleeved, flowery, knee-length dress, house slippers, and a white apron over it all and a feather duster in her hand like a magic wand. "I was just tidying up the place before my husband gets back. Daisuke is so busy these days, what with that merger goin' on..."

Izuku cleared his throat. "He wouldn't mind if other men came over to see you?"

Melissa winked. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. He's got his mind on all kinds of things right now..." She grinned and put an innocent finger on her lower lip. "I get awful lonely 'round here, Izuku. Won't you stay awhile with me?"

Izuku wasn't sure what to say next. He'd never done anything like this before! "I'm all yours."

"Then be a doll and hold me steady, if you don't mind. I can hardly reach." Melissa got out a short step-ladder and started dusting a perfectly clean spot on the ceiling, standing on her tip-toes.

Izuku sprang to his feet and joined her, grinning to himself as he held Melissa's wide, ample hips. Shit, this girl had some killer curves. He could feel the warmth of her skin under the thin dress and apron, and he savored the feeling.

"Oh, dear me. It's so warm in here," Melissa said in-character. "Why, I'm getting all sweaty! Why don't you help me get a bit undressed?" She gave her fine ass a little wiggle, and Izuku felt himself start to perk up.

"Why, you naughty girl," he said as he took hold of Melissa's dress's hem. "If Daisuke came back now -"

"Hurry! I'm all sweaty!"

Izuku flipped up Melissa's dress skirt and got an eyeful of those lacy pink panties she had on. This was the thinnest damn pair of panties he ever saw, and the thin fabric clung to her ass in ways he didn't think were possible. Yeah, those pants were getting pretty taut.

"Take 'em off," Melissa breathed.

With his heart hammering, Izuku took hold and peeled Melissa's thin panties right off, and he marveled at her naked ass right there in front of him. He tossed her undies aside and grabbed hold of her ass buns with trembling hands.

"Ooooooh!" Melissa threw back her head with pleasure. "It's been so long since someone made love to me... my marriage is so dull, with my Daisuke being all moody. He won't even talk to me, let alone make love to me. I'm so lonely..."

Izuku was content to squeeze that fantastic ass, and he couldn't help but slap that bare skin. He savored the sharp smack, and the vague hand print he left on that virgin skin.

"Oh! More!" Melissa cried.

Izuku gave her another smack.

"Oh gosh, this dress is so itchy... Melissa climbed down and tossed her hair. "Help me get it off, will you? Hurry, before someone catches us!"

Izuku lowered the chest of Melissa's dress and let those perfect breasts pop right out, and damn, those beauties were huge! This damn dirty girl had no bra on whatsoever, just those naked tits right out in the open, with those perky nipples and that ample flesh...

"Oh, you like 'em?" Melissa smiled and blushed as she fondled her own breasts. "Daisuke never touches me like this anymore."

"He's a bastard, then."

Melissa suddenly knelt and undid Izuku's belt buckle. She yanked the belt right off his khakis and unzipped them, and she kept handling that fabric until she got Izuku's impressive boner right in the open.

"It's so huge," Melissa sighed, still on her hand and knees. She wrapped one hand around the boner and started jerking it, slowly, and lowering her head toward it all the while. He boobs started jiggling merrily as she jerked him faster and faster, and it wasn't long before she enveloped her mouth around it.

Whoa! Izuku had never gotten a blowjob like this before. Or any at all, in fact. Melissa groaned with pleasure as she kept going, even playing with his balls just for more stimulation. She was like an expert down there.

Melissa finally got her mouth off and looked up imploringly at Izuku. "Wh... what else can it do?" she breathed. Her eyes glittered with lust and desperation.

Izuku grinned. "I'll show you in the kitchen."

"Baby...!" Melissa took his hand and rushed him in there, where she got herself out of that dress in a hurry. She had just the white apron on now, barely covering her at all. She was trembling with excitement as she leaned against the counter, standing on her tip-toes, showing Izuku that fine ass once again.

Izuku knew what to do. He whipped out one of those condoms (courtesy of Kacchan), tore off the wrapper, and slipped that sucker right on. Holy shit, this was happening! No drunk party this time! Just him, and the hottest girl on campus!

"Aaaaahhh..." Melissa sighed again as Izuku took hold of her ass with one hand to keep her steady, and he guided his dick right up against her damp, pink pussy. She had her legs apart just enough so he could make contact, and he kept the head of his dick poised against Melissa's warm, pink pussy.

"F-fuck me!" Melissa cried.

Izuku shoved his way in, and he jerked back from unexpected pleasure. Good thing he was holding onto Melissa! He got his other hand on her waist and held her steady as he started thrusting faster, grunting with effort as he went. This pussy was just right, not too tight or anything, and he had a great view of Melissa's ass as he went.

"Harder!" Melissa wailed. "Izuku...!"

Melissa's knees knocked against the cabinet doors as Izuku plowed her harder and harder, and Izuku reached up to gently grab hold of her breasts as he went. Those perky puppies felt... well, awesome in his hands, and he felt the hardened nipples pressed against his palms. He felt a pressure building up inside, like he was gonna burst -

"Izuku, I-I want to face you."

Melissa instructed him to pull out, and then she put up a towel on the counter and took off her apron. She sat on the counter's edge and spread her legs wide open, running her fingers along her damp, slick pussy. "I want to see you as you fuck me, Izuku. My husband never looks at me like that anymore. Please, won't you love me?"

"Anything, babe." Izuku was a bit on the short side, so he got a little step-stool (it must be Jiro's) and stood on it to get to the right height. He looked down and guided his cock right to Melissa's clit, slapping his meat on the surface a few times to entice her.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Melissa groaned. "I need you in me, Izuku...!"

Izuku stuck it in again, and this time he held one hand on Melissa's chest as he went, going right back to full speed. He admired the way Melissa's breasts jiggled from the sheer momentum, and how Melissa was going cross-eyed with pleasure, almost like she was going to pass out.

Izuku felt the pressure again, and this time he couldn't stop himself. "I'-I'm coming!" he cried, and he felt himself release his load all at once. Shit, that felt good. How could have he waited so long to do this? Was he crazy?

Crazy for this smokin' American babe, that is.

Izuku was panting for breath as he slowly pulled out, and Melissa was content to sit there for a moment, her legs still apart.

"Izuku..."Melissa panted. "That was... oh my gosh..."

"My first time," Izuku said hastily. "I mean, I probably wasn't that good..."

Melissa smiled. "Well, I love you lots, Izuku, so I'm as happy as can be."

She... loves me? Izuku didn't know what to make of this. Maybe it was the hormones talking, but then again, she was probably serious. Damn, this was getting complicated again. But he shoved that to the back of his mind for now. He didn't want to ruin this great evening with that. Not right now, anyway.

It was a few minutes before Melissa got off the counter and collected the towel. "Okay, this is totally going in the wash," she said with an embarrassed giggle. "I gotta pick all this up..." She collected her fallen clothes and took them into her room.

"Good thing your husband isn't back," Izuku commented.

"Oh! He's calling me!" Melissa cried dramatically. She had put on a bath robe, and stepped out of her room with her cell phone in hand. She put the not-ringing phone to her ear. "H-hi, honey."

She pretended to listen to Daisuke. "No, there's no one here! Jeez, you're so paranoid! You don't have to keep asking that!"

Meanwhile, she looked up and mouthed I love you to her lover boy, and she nodded to whatever Daisuke was supposed to be saying. "I'm just here all alone, waiting for my dear husband to come back," she said coquettishly. "Let's have miso soup with dinner, okay? You must be so tired. I know I am..."

Izuku snorted with amusement. This girl had no limits.

"Okay. See you soon! Bye-byyyyee!" Melissa "hung up" and made a bashful smile. "Izuku, I'm sorry, but Daisuke is coming back soon. If he sees us together..." She drew a finger across her throat. "He gets super jealous when other men even look at me!"

Izuku nodded. There was no Daisuke, but then again, Melissa did have roommates! "I'll get outta here. Thanks for a great time." He disposed of the condom, zipped up his pants, and hesitated in front of Melissa. What did he say now? This whole day had been a thrilling and sexy blur...

He took hold of her shoulders and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I'll see you around, okay? Have a good night."

Melissa toyed with her hair. "You too, sugar. Don't be a stranger, now."

Izuku hurried out the door, down the hall, and rode the elevator right back down to the ground floor, his mind buzzing. He had a killer date with a smokin' hot girl, and he had a pretty great fuck with her, too. But... what did it mean? Where did he go from here?

One step at a time. For now, he had to get home before anything really weird happened.

"... that's seriously what she said," Kyoka Jiro said as she and Itsuka Kendo stepped into the lobby all of a sudden. "She thinks... Izuku?"
Izuku froze, with both girls giving him surprised looks.

"I didn't realize you had stopped by," Itsuka commented. "Were you, uh... just leaving?"

Izuku wasn't a wizard at social stuff, but he knew that expression on both girls' faces. He muttered something vague, bowed his head, and rushed right past them and out the front doors and into fresh, open air. He didn't top jogging until he reached the bus stop, ignoring the buzzing from his cell phone. No doubt Jiro and Itsuka were texting him to ask just what the hell was going on.

Hell if I know, either!