Little time passed. Todoroki could think of something if he really wanted to and he did. He came up with something. It wasn't his invention or anything but it's almost as if it was made for his blossoming relationship with Midoriya. It was something they both wanted, it was a win-win situation. He didn't necessarily 'enjoy' hurting his boyfriend but he could never deny him when he asked and if so, it'd never last long with those puppy dog eyes of his. "She doesn't, I promise." Todoroki whispered tiredly, rolling over under their thick bed clothes to wrap his arms around Midoriya and surround him with warmth to both his own pleasure and the hope of shutting him up for a second. They were on vacation! He shouldn't be worrying about what mama Shouto thinks about him. It's nothing to worry about either, as he's heard all positive things from her.
"I'm sure she does, I almost fainted! I blacked out for a few seconds there, you must've noticed since you 'were' the one who caught me." He emphasized, his back facing Todoroki. He was playing with some loose thread on his pillow, thinking about very few things but important things. Like how he'd never in his life have the courage to face Mother Shouto again. He couldn't, at this point even he was confused as to why he just could not handle conversing with her. She was a lovely woman and if he looked close enough, she heavily resembled Shouto. Just like he does with his own mother.
"I was." He confirmed. "But believe it or not, she was just as nervous as you were. I hope that eases your nerves just a bit." He had other ideas if it didn't.
Summer started out with a bang. Their vacation to the beach was going according to plan. They were staying at a resort for a month, swimming, barbequing, dying of heat and eating cold treats for the majority of the day. They've been here for just three days and so far, it's been a blast. Nobody wants to leave. Except Midoriya. He hasn't gone swimming, hasn't even stepped foot outside. He was deathly afraid of getting a sunburn and having his dead skin peel off of him like a layer of dried glue. If he stepped within ten feet of Bakugou in that condition he was sure he'd get a nice, hard slap on the back. "Let's stay inside and order room service." Midoriya suggested lazily, sitting up only to shiver and lay back down with the covers up to his chin. "Your quirk is worse in the s-summer." He acknowledged aloud, rolling over to face him, expecting some sort of explanation.
"I get hot." Was all he had to say as he himself sat up, stood up and proceeded to pull Izuku up from under the comfy bed covers. He sighed once, bowing his head and relenting, Izuku finally stood. "It's already nine." He informed, his eyes scanning the bedside clock on Izuku's side. There was another bed, sure, but they slept together all the time, it just made more sense, and it was much more comfortable.
"That's early, we're supposed to be sleeping in."
"We slept in for three extra hours already." He murmured, pushing his forehead up against Midoriya's, he could definitely hear him not breathing, his chest going still as well as his entire body. "I could think of a few ways to wake you up." Because of those words, Midoriya was wide awake.
"Like what?" He almost challenged. It'd be a challenge if his voice wasn't so quiet, it'd be a challenge if he hadn't brought his hands together nervously; wringing them gently with anticipation. Todoroki leaned forward slowly, kissing Midoriya for a few seconds before leaning back with a small smile. He'd had this planned for a little while and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited to finally try it. He wasn't entirely sure what it was called, the name of the act. Dilemma? Quandary? No, it was called Predicament.
"Follow." He ordered gently, turning abruptly and heading towards the bathroom. He gripped Midoriya's shoulders, gently pushing him in and under the frame of the tall door. "Stay." His voice wasn't entirely demanding, it was soft, gentle, it wasn't as if he was talking to a dog. Midoriya nodded curtly, a humming noise of confirmation coming from him as he watched Todoroki move around the room hastily. He grabbed his suitcase and set it on the bed. Todoroki dug through it, his brows furrowed and eyes focused, Izuku could tell he was thinking of something intense. Or he was thinking about one of the few paradoxes he shared with the hermit.
Midoriya stood obediently, his eyes wandered. He looked down at where he was standing, then up to the frame of the door. He wondered what his boyfriend had in mind for him and why, where he'd gotten an idea that involved a door frame and how he was going to do it. His questions would soon be answered, he knew, as Todoroki approached him with his arms full of supplies and what was that? Clothing? It looked rather familiar. He took it when they were held out for him. "Put these on, please." How polite. Midoriya merely smiled tenderly. He took a step back, getting ready to shut the door and change privately but the stare he got from Shouto told him he wanted to watch. The smile on Izuku's face only wavered, not because he was opposed to the idea, but because he was- as always, red faced and embarrassed.
He was only wearing boxers, so it shouldn't be too bad to just slip this on, right? No, it couldn't be that easy. There was no way it'd just be that easy, he knew it wouldn't and his suspicions were proved right when he found not one, but two errors with the attire he was given. This was a female's school uniform for one, and inside were- "P-panties? You want me to w-wear these? Really?" He questioned, unsure if he should. Why shouldn't he? Well he was a man for starters. A manly man with masculine traits. Todoroki only nodded, crossing his arms, the ropes and hooks(?) in his hands swinging gently with each movement. "They're striped…" He murmured, holding them up and stretching them out. Would they even fit? They look kinda small if he had to be honest but he ended up shrugging, pushing his boxers down and stepping into them. Squeezing into them wasn't the worst feeling in the world. Todoroki watched with slight amusement as he pulled the snug undergarment on. He was almost positive they'd rip, they strained around his rear behind and love handles. They stayed in one piece and from the front, he could see the blatant outline of his semi-hardon. Midoriya pushed his bottom lip out, turning on his own and staring down at the article of clothing, inspecting them before stretching and reaching for the rest of his clothes. He pulled them on without further complaint. When he was dressed, he smoothed the fabric down with a soft sigh. "Woah."
"What?" Todoroki questioned with slight confusion as he pulled one of the hookless ropes from his arms and set the others down.
"Huh? Well, I mean… i-it's not all that bad, really. It's airy, and comfortable. Like, I don't have to pull my pants down to use a restroom, and I don't have to be scared of getting my wiener caught in my zipper, y'know?" Todoroki stared at him for a few seconds, feeling slightly envious now because he didn't want to have to worry about getting his wiener caught in his zipper. He knew. Oh, how he knew. "What're you gonna do with that?" He pointed to the rope in his hands with confusion, he had a feeling he'd get tied up, sure, but why while he was standing? What was Todoroki planning?
"You'll see." Was all he whispered, turning Midoriya around by one of his shoulders and holding both of his wrists up against his back with just one hand. It wasn't uncomfortable until after the ropes were secured around his wrists which were horizontal and crossed behind his back. Midoriya felt him tie his elbows and upper arms, he could barely move them. He squirmed just a little, about as much as he could, but the ropes didn't budge at all. He was okay with that as he turned around after feeling a very soft pat on the behind. He faced Shouto with glimmering eyes, ecstatic to find out what's coming next. He showed no discomfort when his signature blindfold was tied around his head. Not too tight, just right. He couldn't see now, he stood there awkwardly, feeling enthusiastic and sheepish in this outfit.
He listened as Todoroki circled him a couple of times before stopping behind him and lifting his skirt, his palm brushing against the top of his rump as he gripped the tight waistband and pulled it back and away from Midoriya's skin. Was he getting a wedgie? Would he let it go only for it to slap against his lower back? No, he listened but heard nothing. Todoroki pushed the hook up into the tag of the fabric, looping it through. "Stand on your toes." He whispered, and Midoriya complied, what the hell was going on? He heard some clanking, then some growing ice, then that was it. It was over for him. "I'm done now." When Midoriya tried to relax and stand on his feet completely, he was met with the unpleasant feeling of a fucking wedgie.
It was uncomfortable and embarrassing, he couldn't just stand there with a wedgie, he was sure his skirt was hiding very little to nothing but there was an alternative. It he stood on his tippy toes, he'd feel relief in that department, dignity too, but it was just as uncomfortable to stand on his toes like that. How long would he have to stand like this? He tried walking forward, away, but to no avail. The feeling only got worse, his panties stretching painfully around his hard member. He stood still on his toes, his cheeks reddening as he thought about the situation he was in.
It was one or the other, he'd be causing himself discomfort. He whined under his breath in mild frustration as he kept his heels up, his hands tightly bound behind his back and his sight taken from him. "I'm going down to get breakfast." Todoroki announced casually, tossing the red-ball gag in his hands a few times.
"W-wait, You can't-" Midoriya was cut off, feeling the familiar sphere being pushed between his fat lips and the accustomed tightness on his chubby cheeks. He listened to the buckle behind his head, he felt panic surging through him as footsteps were heard. He could hear the shuffling of clothes, then the door open and shut, locking behind his boyfriend who he assumed just left him there, just like that, to go socialize among other things.
He had two options. He could use One for All or he could stand there. Using One for All may result in him losing all five of his limbs, the building toppling over, damage beyond repair, debt for whoever was paying for this vacation and shame in himself for using the most powerful quirk in all history to get out of the slightly uncomfortable position his boyfriend tied him up and left him in for the sake of his sick fantasies and secret hunger for pain which his body interpreted to be pleasure. How could he face anyone and say he used it because he didn't want to stand on his toes? Imagine if he had lost all his limbs, died, then was founded in a female's uniform. Wearing girl's underwear should be added to that frightening equation because he was. He was wearing women's underwear, knee socks and a skirt. A skirt! He thought for a few seconds longer, standing still before finally making a decision.
He'd stand there.
All alone.
At first, it wasn't too bad. Then as one minute passed, his toes were aching. They were tired, his legs were tired, he was tired of standing like that. Maybe if he was slow, he could relax just a little. Just a bit, but when he tried, he was met with another wedgie, this one worse than the last. He panicked for a few seconds, crying out around the gag as he did his best to regain his balance before the unspeakable happened. He didn't want to topple over and fall. Midoriya held his breath, standing on just one foot with the other outstretched to straighten him out. He let the air from his lungs out slowly, processing his predicament.
Maybe if he took turns on each foot, yeah, that should work. His right foot trembled against the floor, his entire body was buzzing and as he slowly switched from his right to his left, he felt the cotton rub against his member and groaned. He hadn't been touched there whatsoever and just a bit more friction could get him off, easy as pie. If he did, he'd stand there with soiled panties, if he didn't, he'd stand there with a painful boner. It was a lose-lose much like the position he was in.
His breathing began to pick up, maybe if he didn't do intentionally, he couldn't blame himself for getting off. He switched again, faster than before, moaning a little more but as minutes passed, his little toes and ankles got exhausted faster and he had to switch more and more, it became frequent, every thirty seconds or so. His love handles were in pain, they felt sore and he knew he had some kind of indents in his sensitive skin.
Midoriya was red all over, he was sure of it. His cheeks, nose ears, chest, rear behind, arms, legs and feet. He was blushing from head to toe. He felt saliva falling from his lips, he hadn't realized he'd been drooling around the mouth guard. Midoriya hummed impatiently, switching between feet before he felt a light shove on his back. He'd scream if he could. "This is getting boring." Todoroki whispered, he hadn't left at all. He was watching the entire time, interested. "I'm glad you didn't try getting out of this." He was impressed, there was a minor hiccup but Midoriya at least behaved when he thought Todoroki was gone.
Midoriya clenched his fists, he'd be a stuttering mess if he was able to talk. A shiver ran up his spine when he felt Todoroki's hand rest against his lower back, it trailed down and around his fleshy rump, then between his fat thighs which were about to rip the socks that couldn't fit up around them. Shuddered as the hand massaged him from down under, if he looked down, he could see Shouto's hand against his member. It made his knees weak, he just wanted to relax at this point, he didn't want to deal with the consequences if he did though. Oh God, he couldn't keep himself up even if he wanted to.
His ankles shook under his weight, he was humming and groaning around the gag, trying to control his breathing but he couldn't. He felt as though his air supply was limited. "You've been standing here for thirty minutes now." Has it really been that long? "I'm astonished." He didn't sound like it. "But I'm also kind of bored." Shouto said again, stepping away from his shaky boyfriend and moving around the room.
What was he gonna do? What more could he have up his sleeve? This was torture as is, he was harder than a rock and could do nothing about it. The head of his cock was pushing up against the fabric of his panties, clear fluids leaking through. It twitched a few times when Todoroki appeared next to him, whispering something or another but before he could process what he said, he felt stinging on his right thigh and a soft popping noise. He stood on his left foot, bending his right impulsively. Ow! He knew exactly what was going on now. Todoroki wanted him to fall and make a fool of himself or something but he wouldn't. He'd do his best to prevent himself from falling but it got harder and harder.
It got harder when he felt Todoroki freeze the floor, a thin layer of ice under his feet. It was slippery and cold and hurt his toes but he stood on a shaky right ankle now, his left bent to shy away from whatever he was being slapped with. He huffed and cried around the restraints, his own spit soaked the front of his uniform, his nipples could be seen through the thin, white fabric and the opened jacket. Tears puddled in front of him, some landing on the ice, making it worse to keep standing. "Just fall over already." Todoroki sighed, slightly annoyed with how determined his boyfriend was. He was just as eager to fuck him as he knew Midoriya was to get fucked.
Midoriya shook his head rapidly, seemingly laughing around the gag but it was replaced with a whine as he was slapped once more, this time it was on his rear behind. "No?" He dropped whatever he had, it was a switch, and firmly pressed his hand flat against Midoriya's rear behind. He kept it there few a few seconds before pulling it back and bringing it down with more force than what was needed but as soon as his hand made contact, Midoriya bowed his head, screaming from surprise and ecstasy as he finally stilled himself and came. It was breathtakingly painful. It was both the best and the worst feeling he's ever experienced because he was both out of breath and shaking but it was so unsatisfying. He hadn't gotten even a single jerk, not even a finger.
Again, Todoroki spanked him again before he could compose himself. Again and again, slaps filled the room, each one worse than before. It kept going, his rump was as red as a tomato, he was sure. "This is starting to piss me off." Todoroki pulled the gag down, not off, he pulled it down. It hung around his neck like a necklace. Midoriya sucked in a sharp breath before letting it out as a choked moan.
"What are you gonna d-do about it? Huh?" Midoriya questioned, it'd be cocky if he wasn't panting, coughing and almost wheezing. He was way over-stimulated, but he was use to that feeling by now. Todoroki wasn't quite sure what he should do about it. Should he just shove him over? Cut the ropes and set him free? No, those were boring, and neither wanted boring. He wished he hadn't removed that gag but him doing so would prove useful. He reached a hand around Midoriya from behind, his hand resting on his cheek as his fingers pushed passed his teeth and to his tongue. There was an abundance of excess spit just sitting in there, about to slip through Midoriya's lips to make a bigger mess. Todoroki prevented that by wiggling his fingers around, his digits covered in a thick layer of warm, unreasonably sweet smelling spittle. Midoriya closed his teeth around his fingers gently, weakly, sucking on his fingers welcomingly, feeling the sudden urge to blow him right here and right now, he wanted his mouth full of Shouto but he got the opposite and those fingers were pulled from his lips with much reluctance.
His toes were numb from the cold, maybe giving up wasn't such a bad idea. Todoroki was standing behind him, rubbing his lower back soothingly before lifting his skirt to get a good look at the stretched, straining panties that were tearing at the seams. He slid his fingers up under one of the leg holes that groaned, about to rip. Just a few seconds, his fingers were pushing into his shivering boyfriend who openly huffed, spit dribbling from his lips and onto the floor, he had no words, neither of them did as Todoroki pushed his fingers in and out, feeling around the very familiar hole. He could easily find his prostate and massage it but he avoided it as obviously as he could, even rubbing all around it but leaving it itself completely untouched. It drove Midoriya crazy and the inevitable finally happened, he relaxed his feet, standing on the heels and soles and enduring the worst wedgie and the worst case of having his member confined in that cotton prison. He clenched his jaw, crying out and leaning forward.
Shit, they ripped. They ripped, he heard them, and he was free, but he couldn't catch his balance before he was laying on the floor, his chest pressed down against the soft, carpeted floor. Todoroki watched, his hand outstretched but there was no attempt to catch him and in front of him, past the ripped, green striped underwear hanging from the hook was Midoriya, wiggling on the floor. He was modest, kind of. The skirt hid what it needed to but before any other ideas could pop into his head, he dropped to his knees, crawling forward until he was mounting Midoriya, his front flushed against Izuku's back. He finally fell, he wasn't sure how much longer he could've waited for that to happen and before long, he was pushing Midoriya's skirt up eagerly.
Midoriya's cheek was squishing against the carpet floor, he panted heavily, clenching his fists. He laid still at first, feeling lightheaded when the first few inches of Shouto's hard member pushed into him, then he pushed back as much as he could in a position like this, letting out a relieved moan. Midoriya always felt so full and warm inside when Todoroki was fucking him, he enjoyed getting closer with him, he wanted to be even closer than this, somehow. If that made sense.
"O-oh, God!" Izuku yelled, curling his sore toes. He felt a hand on the side of his head, keeping it down against the carpet. It was rough, his lower abdomen ached at the treatment he was getting from the inside out. He wasn't sure what it was about getting it from behind, it was a whole different feeling entirely. It wasn't as passionate as it was face to face, he sometimes got emotional when they were actually making love but there was a definite contrast now.
"Uuuaah, mmh-" Midoriya's cheek was aching. Todoroki kept him in place, mercilessly pounding into him, it sounded like he was growling under his breath. Midoriya thought it was growling, he did it often, it was just weird. He seemed so composed when they weren't being intimate.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it was bearable at first but Todoroki only got faster, using both of his hands to grip Midoriya's hips tightly. Drilled into him quickly, faster, faster, faster, Midoriya felt like he was using a vibrator on mild or something. Something like that. Midoriya squealed, he sounded like a kicked puppy, his insides were buzzing and fluttering and flipping and jumping and his legs were numb and his arms were asleep and his face was sore. At last, Todoroki came. Midoriya knew it was happening before he felt it, he could always tell by the desperate, sloppy thrusts, the slowing down, the deeper fornicating.
Hot, as always. He thought they were done and when Todoroki pulled out, Midoriya rolled over, slumping and relaxing on the floor. Too lazy to walk, he was too tired to do anything really. "I'm hungry." Midoriya whispered, sitting up and waiting for Todoroki to untie him. He used his shoulder to nudge the blindfold down to his neck and took a look down at himself, his jacket had fallen off his shoulders and was hanging from his crossed arms behind his back. His white shirt was wrinkled and wet, transparent, a few buttons had popped off but nothing he couldn't fix or replace. His dark skirt still looked nice if he was being honest, it covered him and he was relatively modest.
Midoriya smiled softly, he was so lucky. Too lucky, he was having fun on this vacation despite not doing summery things like swimming or sunbathing. He was having fun with his boyfriend despite the origin of their relationship which was going great. They could not be separated. He wondered why it took a fight and months of cheating to realize that. He felt something warm nudge his cheek gently, it was Todoroki's finger when he looked but then he was slapped in the face, by a wiener! Todoroki slapped him in the face with his wiener! He knew the drill.
He popped his mouth open, wrapping his lips around Todoroki's member and humming greedily around it. He closed his eyes, pushing his head back and forward slowly, at his own comfortable pace. He was exhausted as is, not having the energy to really actually try and get this over with. He decided to savor the feeling and the taste. Todoroki felt nice on his tongue anyway, the shape was his favorite thing. It wouldn't be pleasant to walk around with something shaped like Todoroki's penis in his mouth, it'd be awkward but he didn't want the feeling to end right now.
Midoriya sucked and swallowed and moaned around him calmly, ready to get these ropes off already. He opened his eyes when Todoroki brought his hands down and gripped the sides of his head. Those slender fingers tangled into his green hair before curling, tugging his hair. He didn't resist.
Izuku looked up to Todoroki with wide, unblinking eyes. Waiting. Watching.
Before long, Todoroki was pushing his cock down Midoriya's throat. Slurping sounds filled the rooms, Midoriya never liked that noise, it kind of grossed him out, but he did nothing to prevent it. He kept his eyes open, focusing on not gagging, he tried to swallow when he got the chance but it was difficult.
His knees stung, he was getting carpet burns and bruises, his arms were on fire now. How could Todoroki get so hard so quickly? Again? Such stamina, Midoriya was jealous! It was admirable, if only he had that type of self-control. Maybe if he delayed his orgasms, they'd feel better? He's only been delayed a few times, it wasn't their main focus when it happened though. He wouldn't mind experimenting in that department.
The back of his throat was throbbing by now, continuously being prodded by Todoroki's constant bucks. When was it coming? When would he be done? He couldn't wait any longer, wondering whether he'd be forced to swallow it or forced to wash it out of his hair and off his face. He'd find out soon, he sucked in a quick breath through his nose and held it, waiting, steaming hot fluids flooding his esophagus.
Midoriya stared down at the clear water around his ankles. He was in the shallow water, a few feet away from where land meets water. He stood there, wiggling his toes in the soft sand. They were red, a twinge of pain gnawing at him. He was wearing swim trunks and one of Shouto's shirts. It wasn't long sleeved and the rope burns decorating his arms were evident but no one paid enough mind to actually notice them. Not many of the other AU students were even around. Some were inside where it was cool, others were out in the deep end splashing around while the rest were training in the secluded area behind the actual resort hotel. It was just him and Asui. She crouched next to him, moving her hand back and forth in the water. Of course she'd be fond of water, she was a frog after all. "You're not with Todoroki-kun?" She questioned, her voice just as croaky as ever. He shook his head lightly.
"He's training." He murmured. "You're not with Uraraka?" It wasn't supposed to sound cocky and he was glad it didn't come out that way. He was nonchalant about it, casual, because the topic didn't affect him. He wasn't afraid to talk about Uraraka, not even afraid to talk to her. He wasn't an idiot though, he knew he shouldn't approach her. It was up to her if she really wanted to talk to him. He rubbed his arms, crossing them over his chest and sighing lightly.
She shook her head as well. "She's with Iida." Her voice was just as soft, normal. Too normal. Forced. She had no right to feel jealous or heartbroken because Uraraka never belonged to her like she once belonged to Midoriya. She wasn't in the equation. It was Izuku, Shouto, Iida and Ochako. She wasn't involved in anyway aside from being a primary source for comfort and reassurance. There was nothing else to it. She was the best friend who was supposed to be helping Uraraka, not avoiding her pathetically. "I'd only be a bother, ribbit."
"I don't think you're a bother." Izuku spoke, his eyes squinting as he stared out across the horizon and to nothing but distant blue skies. "I don't think Ochako thinks that either. You guys are together quite often." He was still a rather observant person. "Did something happen?"
Asui knew who to trust and who not to trust. Uraraka and Midoriya were both cheaters, but there was a difference. Neither were mad at each other. One could easily be blamed on confusion and self-discovery while the other was most likely a desperate call for help, the need for love and affection due to domestic neglect. Asui wasn't sure who was at fault here. Despite that, she had this feeling in the gut she was able to throw up that she could trust Midoriya just as much as she trusted him before this all started. Before she found out. Before his relationship with Todoroki was outed to the world. "Yeah." She croaked, standing and taking a few steps deeper into the crystal clear waters. "Do you like swimming?"
"What happened, if you don't mind me asking." Izuku dodged her harmless question, falling into step alongside her. The water was to their knees now. "I won't tell anyone if that's the problem."
"It's not, I trust you. But it's not my secret to tell." She'd been trusted not to tell, she knew even if Uraraka hadn't specified that she wanted this secret to be kept. "But it does involve you." She should tell him. Uraraka knew about his affair, it was only fair, right? Or maybe that's the one excuse she could come up with to mask the real reason she was wanting to tell Midoriya what had happened. She was angry. She was sad. She'd had very few love interests before, ones that were as strong as this. It wouldn't go away and neither would the fact that Uraraka potentially liked someone else. That she was completely straight and enthralled with another. That she felt no more than platonically for Asui Tsuyu. "Ochako told me something." She whispered, looking behind her at the beach for a second then towards the splashing teens a few yards out before her eyes were back on Midoriya's. "She and Iida, they… Midoriya-kun, she cheated on you with Iida-kun, before the night she found out." Asui muttered, her tone was slightly bitter but her face overall straight and emotionless as it usually was.
Midoriya nodded slowly, looking from her and to the calm waters. It didn't bother him but it was slightly unsettling. He didn't strike Uraraka to be the type of person, he wasn't innocent himself but Iida was his best friend. It was different. "Iida, huh? Why Iida?" He was only confused. Iida was quite strict, to think he had sex at all was appalling.
"Because his brother's still in the hospital, and he was sad." It was blunt and what hurt the most wasn't the fact that his best friend fucked his girlfriend but the fact that he hadn't been spending enough time with him to know this. When was the last time he had an actual conversation with Iida? Asked him about his day? His week? His brother? Midoriya sighed heavily.
"That doesn't explain what happened between you two. Do you think badly of her because of that? Do you favor me over her?" He questioned. They were both cheaters, he knew that now and for some reason, a weight he hadn't noticed had been lifted from his shoulders. There was no way Asui favored him over Ochako.
"I favor neither of you. You're both my friends, and we all make mistakes. We're a class made up of attractive people, our hormones are going crazy, we make stupid decisions, experiment, feel emotional. I understand you both, it's not justified, but you are my friend, Midoriya-kun. That being said, I hope you'll forgive me as well. My feelings towards Ochako are not completely platonic. I'm not sure who to turn to about these feelings. How should I go about fixing this? Do I ignore them? Do I find someone else? Should I tell her?" Tsu rambled and Midoriya listened with an open-mind because he was there once, having feelings for someone he didn't even know was straight but the difference here was- Todoroki approached him. Todoroki proposed and started this and Midoriya accepted. He knew nothing about whether Uraraka was into women as well or strictly dickly, he couldn't make a call even if he wanted to. He couldn't imagine her reaction if Asui told her how she felt, she'd feel bad if she didn't reciprocate those feelings for sure. She'd apologize for telling Asui about her and Iida. She'd feel awkward about ranting to her about her sex life and wrongdoings.
"I'm not the person to ask. I'm not very good at relationships, obviously. Todoroki makes a lot of my decisions for me nowadays, but if you want my honest opinion, I think you should find someone else." It was harsh, sure, but he didn't want to disrupt whatever Uraraka and Iida had for each other, nor did he want to give Asui false hope. "Find someone you know for sure would accept your feelings. Someone you know will treat you right, someone you can trust wholeheartedly. I don't think Uraraka is the person for you." He felt bad, he really did, and maybe he was wrong. He knew he probably was, he wanted to give her a hug but he decided against it, watching Tsuyu nod gently.
"You're probably right," Of course he isn't. "Thank you for listening. You aren't a bad person for one mistake, you see? I feel much better." With that, she turned and took her leave, wading through the waters in her one piece bathing suit. It was green with black on the sides. It was modest, it ended at her mid-thigh like shorts and had short sleeves but it was still tight, every crevice and curve could be seen with it but Midoriya saw none of it. He stared out into the ocean.
Asui stared straight ahead, heading back towards the resort building and climbing the stairs up the rooms dripping wet but as she passed the movie room, she saw a few of her classmates including Kaminari, Mineta and Mina. They were having what looked to be a fort fight, one against one, the referee was Minoru. He was whistling with his fingers, calling fouls, keeping score and she couldn't help but stare at the short young man. He'd proven himself smart.
Drip. Drip. Drip. "You're going to get a cold if you don't dry off." She looked down in front of her, there he was, standing a respectful distance away from her, his hands limp at his sides. "Do you need help?" The question, to him, was meant to be a sexual joke, perhaps a flirtatious advance. He never expected anyone to actually accept his offer but to her, it meant much more. Vulnerable, sad, lonely, she nodded lightly, holding her hand for him to take and her savior took it.
"I want to talk to you." Uraraka whispered, reaching forward to touch Iida's shoulder but he pulled it back and away, avoiding eye contact. He hadn't spoken to her since the last time they spent the night together. He couldn't. What is he supposed to say? Is he supposed to apologize? Is she wanting to do it again? Is she wanting more from him? He couldn't maintain a relationship at a time like this. His life was too busy, his worries on other things, more important things. He was ashamed of himself for more reasons than one but what really made him feel like the garbage he knew he was was the fact that he couldn't look her in the guy. The girl he made cry, she was crying, because of him, because of his irresponsibility. Her bottom lip shook, her tears trailed down her cheeks in large, circular drops. "My p-period's late." She whispered, her voice cracking and crumbling.
He met her eyes, panic. He was panicking. What was that supposed to mean? Couldn't she give him an obvious answer? Shouldn't she confirm whatever she was suggesting before she brought it up to him or did she need something like moral support from the possible father of her possible baby? He shook his head slowly, waiting for her to elaborate but when he got nothing, he bowed.
He bowed, he apologized. "I'd think it best for you to confirm this suspicion of yours before we worry ourselves. If it's assistance you need, I'll do my best to provide it as both a friend and the class president." Uraraka stared down at the back of his head, her face red and eyes puffy. Yeah. Maybe that was a better idea.
Night time came and just like a few select nights out of the week, a majority of the UA students sat in a large circle outside on the beach. They had lanterns and flash lights, the moon was their only source of natural light. It was otherwise dark and ominous but it wasn't time for spooky stories just yet. Of course high school students would think to play truth or dare, except this was nothing like it used to be in middle or elementary school. Kirishima's face was red, the blood rushing to it as he stood on his hands for an alarming amount of time. Six whole minutes, a dare made by Mina Ashido herself. Tricky and original is she.
Aoyama shot his laser into the sky, lighting the night for just a few blissful seconds before sitting down and rubbing his slightly unsettled stomach.
Yaoyorozu created some bathing suits, Ojirou did something with his tail, Tokoyami strayed from the light, just a few meters and allowed Dark Shadow to grow a bit but not too much. It was an interesting night but after Tokoyami left for bed, it got even crazier. They turned out the lanterns, went to the water and swam. The moon reflected off the surface and they could only see each other's figures. Black.
"No way he's going to do it." Mina whispered, covering her hand.
"I don't know… he looks determined." Jirou murmured back. The group stood, watching from afar as Bakugou angrily stomped towards the water. He pulled his tank top over his head, throwing it down into the dry sand. The water was cool around his ankles and feet, he kept going. The night was humid and warm, so he had no problems swimming around, much less- swimming around in the nude. When his waist was submerged, he bent over to pull his trunks off, turning and waving them around. He got whoops and hollers, he balled them up and threw them to the dry land. No big deal, no big deal.
"Way to go, Bakugou!" Kirishima called, cupping his arms around his lips and shouting from where he stood next to the others, a big smile on his chapped lips. His sharp teeth shined even in the dark. Kirishima stood up straight, if anyone had confidence- it was Bakugou for sure but he was somewhere around there too, he didn't mind. He wasn't hesitant in walking, running and splashing towards Katsuki fully clothed. He was taller than him by just a few centimeters, he never let that go.
Kirishima didn't hesitate, nor did he feel uncertain, as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, his arms loosely hanging around the shorter ones waist. "What the fuck are you doing?" He questioned but didn't bother pushing him away like he usually did when Kirishima tried to cuddle when it wasn't cuddle time.
"Hugging you. You expect me to wait until we get back to our rooms?" He shook his head, resting it on Bakugou's shoulder with a sheepish smile and a small blush. "I thought you'd like my company out here anyway." He really just didn't want Bakugou to drown. Since he couldn't swim and all.
"Whatever, just stop touching me. It's fucking annoying." Bakugou whispered, lightly shoving him but it wasn't nearly enough to budge him and Kirishima only smiled more.
"Got'cha!"
"You're still touching me."
"I know." Kirishima hummed, tightening his grip. He was almost positive no one else could see how close they were in this darkness, he didn't care if they did. What he felt for Bakugou was real, it was manly, gnarly, that's how intense they were. Strong, tough feelings that would stand tall even after Bakugou tried beating the shit out of them.
What the hell was this? He'd felt affection before, Kirishima gave it to him nonstop when he had the chance but for some reason- he was shy. He didn't like being watched, it was his business and they wouldn't all of the sudden be closer to each other just because they came out. They didn't need to. They were together, big whoop, it should be treated like every other modern relationship, he wasn't a fan of PDA anyhow.
The water calmly sloshed on and around them as Kirishima lazily hugged his boyfriend, almost falling asleep before Bakugou stepped back with a sinister smile. He fell into the water face first, startled. Asshole! Kirishima pushed his head above the surface, spitting out water and mimicking Katsuki's face. "It's on." He whispered, splashing Bakugou as much as he could with just his hands.
This continued for awhile, them splashing one another back and forth, laughing and cursing at each other but it was obvious they were both enjoying the little game they were engaged in.
Bakugou's dare was over already though no one seemed to care enough to stop Kirishima and Bakugou from having their fun. They also didn't question why Eijirou was so comfortable with the fact that Bakugou was buck ass naked. Maybe guys were just like that.