Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.

"Now, we'll hand out the medals! And who else could we have them handed out by than the Hero himself!" Midnight announced, the students now gathered on the once more flat ground of the stadium.

Except for three of them, of course.

"It's All Might!" The cry from the stands was barely heard before the man himself was, his laugh easily being heard before he slammed to the earth; surprisingly not breaking it.

"I am here, to deliver the medals!" The man landed with a thud, applause going through the stadium as he stood straight. The man took the trio of medals from Midnight turning to the three podiums.

"Congratulations, Young Kaminari. You showed your strength well, proving your power." Kaminari grinned at the tall teacher.

"Thank you, All Might." The man nodded, giving the boy a brief hug.

"Perhaps some more quirk training is in order though hm? Remember, your Quirk is a muscle; it only grows if you work on it." Kaminari nodded, bowing slightly to the muscled man.

All Might stepped away, coming to a stop before the clearly bitter second place.

"Young Bakugō. While you did not manage to uphold your pledge, you should still be quite proud of your accomplishments." The man remarked, extending the medal.

"Tch, proud of second place? As if I'm okay with this." All Might hummed, forcing the collar onto Bakugō's neck as the boy groaned lowly. The blonde glared at the medal as though it had offended, eyes smoldering.

"That is a good mentality to have, those aiming for the top often reach it! Determination and power are a powerful combination; I'm sure it will take you far!" The man stepped away, walking up a small ramp to the first place podium.

"And here we have you, Young Midoriya!" The boy smiled, bowing his head to accept the medal.

"Thank you, All Might." The boy responded, the man seeming to radiate his usual positivity.

"Managing to win not only the Sports Festival, but each event! Truly impressive, you must be very proud of yourself."

"I am."

"You had your limitations but I am sure you are already aware of how to overcome those so for now; I must simply say congratulations." Izuku bowed again, straightening as the number one hero stepped away.

"Remember, they may have been the winners this..." Izuku let the words drone away as his eyes raised, eyes trailing away from the sight of his idol as he let himself become distracted.

His eyes found purpose, slowly closing in on glorious white and caramel as a grin came over his face. Luckily, his sight was just good enough to notice her wink at him with a smirk.

He hissed at the abrupt sting on his foot, eyes darting to see both Kaminari and Bakugō giving light bows. His eyes widened, falling into one as well.

"Someone's thinking about rabbit tail." Kaminari sang under his breath, Izuku narrowing his eyes at the quip.

"Bastard can't not think about her every ten seconds." Bakugō muttered in a rare show of friendliness. Kaminari snorted as Izuku scowled.

"Shut up." The boy said finally, rising in a bow alongside the other two. And based off the looks he was getting from the rest of their class, they too had noticed.

"That concludes our Sports Festival!" Izuku hopped off the podium, already making for the tunnel.

"Make it a bit more obvious what you're doing." Kaminari joked, the trio slowly melding back with their classmates.

"He just publicly ignored All Might in favor of his girlfriend." Izuku groaned at the words from Kirishima.

"On camera too. Bet ya a thousand yen it's in a paper."

"I don't want to lose money." Kaminari shrugged at the response, Izuku sighing at their torment.

"Knock it off you two." Ashido chastised, hugging Midoriya's arm. "I think it's sweet that all he can think about is his girlfriend."

"The girlfriend that is watching you hug her boyfriend?" Ashido yelped, letting go of the boy like he's fire at Kaminari's words. She slapped the snickering blonde.

"You don't know she's watching us!"

"She is." The pinkette turned at the comment by Todoroki, the boy simply looking ahead of them. The girl herself glanced up, scouring the crowds.

"How can you guys see that well?" She complained, turning back around.

"I can't." The teal-eyed boy admitted. "I simply watched her leap out of the stadium, it was rather noticeable."

"Can we talk about anything else?"

"Sure." Kirishima relented. "So, who wants to celebrate tonight?"

Usagiyama Rumi lead a rather unusual life. Despite this, even she did not often get people knocking at her door at one in the morning.

The woman was out of her bed in a bitter mood, more than annoyed at being ripped from sleep.

"People have sleeping schedules bastard!" She barked, stomping to the door. She ripped it open, throwing caution to the wind with her confidence of being able to take on anything that could fit in that hallway.

She watched as the boy who'd been leaned against the door fell to the ground with a loud groan. Her brow furrowed as she simply stared at the lazed boy.

"Kid?" He hummed, eyes peeling open.

"Rumi-chan!" He exclaimed, grinning like a loon as she slowly nodded. "Did ya see me? I so gave some good fights."

"You're sloshed." He shrugged, slowly getting up.

"Kirishima wanted to celebrate, Kaminari brought some warm sake. Then, everyone went to bed. But, I'm not tired."

"So you walked into a different prefecture." She said slowly, aggravation ebbing away as she smirked.

"Nah, I flew." As though to prove it to her, he bobbed his hand through the air like it was flying.

"Ah, so you only committed a light crime as well as being out after curfew." He blinked.

"Heroes don't commit crimes." He muttered, the woman's smirk becoming even broader.

"And you're not a hero yet."

"Can you scratch my head?" She quirked a brow. "Oooh, can we sleep together? Your bed is so soft."

"This is why there's an alcohol age requirement." She muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. She jolted as he abruptly wrapped his arms around her.

"We have our heading." He mumbled. "Here we go!" He lifted her as though she was weightless as the woman's eyes widened.

"Let me down you drunk idiot!" She cuffed him but he didn't even seem bothered, waddling down the hall with the woman in his arms.

"What is all the... racket." Rumi flushed at the sight of her best friend, working herself out of the boy's arms.

"Rata-saaaaan." Izuku greeted with a wide wave, the woman returning it demurely.

"Had a bit to drink tonight Midoriya-san?" He blinked at the redhead twice.

"Naaaaah." He slipped into Rumi's room, leaving the caramel-skinned woman twitching in the hallway. Akamine smiled.

"Don't." Rumi growled, running a hand through her hair.

"Well, have fun with your boyfriend. Alone." She growled as the woman went back into her own room. The Pro Hero took three deep breaths before entering her room.

"Oi! The hell do you think you're doing?" She hissed, snatching the thong out of the boy's hands and slamming the drawer shut.

"Ashido-san wanted to know what brand you use. I said no. Then, they thought I knew what brand you use. So, I had to know!" He nodded with his own words.

"Don't. Go. Through. My. Panties." Her hand fisted his hair. "Got it?"

"What if you pee yourself and I have to go get you a fresh pair?" She opened her mouth to rebuttal that but didn't know what to even say. She shook her head at the not entirely abhorred smell of sake.

"I'm calling your Old Man, he can deal with you." She grumbled, turning away from the boy and making for her phone. He yelped, spinning at the words.

"No!" His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into the boy from behind as he held her tight. "Please don't, he'll be sooo upset."

"Can you just." She ripped his arms off, pushing the boy away before getting to her phone. "The things I go through for damn-" He snatched the phone out of her hand, the woman rearing in anger. "You-"

"Promise you won't call him." Izuku held the phone high, the woman glaring at him.

"I ain't promising jack. Give me my phone." He shook his head. "Kid. Phone. Now."

"I got a new scar!" He exclaimed, scatter brained in his intoxication as he held up his free hand, the duo of sharp scars across his hand stark against the rest of his skin. "See?"

"Nice, we can compare scars later. Now. Phone." She held out a hand.

"Rumi-chaaaan, don't be a tattle-tale." Her lips pursed.

"I'm not dealing with you, you've already pressed three of my buttons." The boy looked pointed look at her simple tank top and short shorts, beginning to stare at her.

"You're not wearing buttons." She took a calming breath, resisting the urge to pull on her ears.

"I'm talking about the figure of speech Kid." He made a noise of understanding. "Now, last chance before I knock you on your drunk ass." He pouted.

"Why are you so mean to me." He whined, lowering the phone. "Please don't call A-" He clapped his free hand on his mouth, wide eyes bugging out.

"I'm just calling your Old Man, relax." He shook his head. She growled. "You asked for it."

The woman burst forward, Izuku's eyes widening as she grabbed the phone. He may have been intoxicated but he wasn't entirely gone, he did fly here after all. The boy fell into her, grabbing her around the waist and spinning.

The end result? The two sprawled across her bed as she growled. Izuku hummed, falling on her with a sigh. She pushed him off of her with a grunt, the boy content to just flop onto her soft bedding.

The woman grumbled, turning as she began combing through her contact list.

"Please don't." He mumbled, arms wrapping around her from behind as she grunted.

"You sure are a touchy drunk aren't you." She muttered, still scrolling. "What the hell is his name?"

"Rumi-chan. Please." Izuku's voice dropped alongside his head, nuzzling the base of her ear as a fuzzy feeling went through her from the sensitive part.

"No, you're absolutely hammered and I do not feel like being the one getting an earful."

"C'mon, Rumi-chaaaan. I flew here to sleep, can we just sleep?" The boy nuzzled her nape, the woman sighing at his persistence. "I promise I'll leave in the morning."

As if to try and seal it, the boy threw the fuzzy comforter over them as his arms pulled her flush against him. Her tail twitched at the foreign sensation and she gave a final sigh.

"I'm too tired for this shit." She put the phone on her nightstand, letting the comfort get to her. "Cop a feel and you die."

"Kay." He whispered, burying his face into her neck as she sighed once more.

Liquid courage is amazing.

Izuku groaned, the mixture of memories arriving alongside the soft sensation surrounding him. He knew he had two choices and only two choices.

Be brave, open his eyes and fear for his life. Or, try and remain ignorant and enjoy what he can while he can. Unsurprisingly, he chose the second option. He groaned again, burying his face while wrapping his arms around her waist.

He stilled slightly as her tank top had ridden up, his fingers running over her smooth defined midriff. His mind also slowly started putting together what knowledge he had.

Like the fact that her waist was near chest high, so that told him where his face currently was. Izuku bit the inside of his cheek, refusing to make anymore noise.

He felt her fingers run through his hair, the woman's other arm wrapped around the back of his neck loosely. Izuku didn't know if he'd ever felt so comfortable in his life, he was surely not going to interrupt that.

A rather large voice that he related to his conscious was telling him that there was no way she would ever return his affection. In response to that voice, he gave it a very simple response.

Shut up.

"Enjoying yourself?" Ah, of course she knew he was awake. The boy shrugged internally, soaking her up.

"Yes." She snorted, tugging on a lock of his hair and forcing him to pull up his head. Somewhere along the line, she had ended up on her back and he was now practically sprawled over the most of her.

He did his best to ignore the shifting mounds not two inches from his face.

"Well, at least you tried to not stare at my awesome tits." He did not look away, meeting her gaze as best he could. He smiled, her white hair fanned around her like she was a peacock.

"It was kind of hard." She laughed, pushing his face away even as he groaned.

"Get away, you probably have some vile morning breath." He began to get self-conscious about his breath, sniffing. He blinked, turning a grin on her. "What's up with- gah!"

He leapt on her just in time, her eyes widening as her face scrunched, Izuku leaning down and exhaling. He snagged her wrists just in time, knowing that she could probably overpower him without One for All.

And considering he wasn't using it, he knew she more than likely had around his strength.

"Why does it smell like dango?" She muttered, brow raised. He saw her lids lower and felt a shudder go down his back.

Izuku paused in his response, the very air around them seeming to change as she let out a low hum. He got chills from the noise, her body arching beneath him as her head raised.

"I'm done waiting." She whispered, his eyes widening as she leaned in.

Rumi's kissing him.

His body practically ignited, skin becoming hyper aware of her skin on his as the feeling of her under him practically made him alive with energy. He barely saw her eyes widen in surprise before they shut.

The feeling of her lips actively pushing against his made him push back, using his grip on her wrists to stretch her arms up and away.

He had no clue what he was doing so he was going off pure feeling and instinct, capturing her bottom lip and beginning to practically suck on it. Izuku groaned as one of her legs wrapped around the back of his hips, pulling him closer.

He pushed back up, feeling the wet feeling of her lips on his own and he couldn't help but drink her in. His hands slid, her fingers interlocking with his as he moaned into her mouth.

Her tongue pressed against his lips and he parted them, the soft appendage pushing against his own. He closed his lips on her tongue, tasting that same cinnamon taste as he sucked.

The feeling of her writhing under him drove him crazy, not even knowing what to do with himself. Her fingers were tight against his own, pressing into his palm and he couldn't help but squeeze back.

The feeling of no air suddenly hit him as he broke away with a gasp, the both of them heaving against each other. He licked the thin strand of saliva connecting them, meeting her red eyes and buckling at the sheer heat behind them.

He felt unbearably warm, not knowing what to do with himself as his pants grew tight.

"That was good." She said, still panting slightly as he nodded, still practically addicted to the feeling. "I want my hands next time." He was sure he was grinning like a loon as he leaned close.

"There's a next time?" She scoffed, leaning her own head up to the point they were barely apart.

"What do you think?" He gave a muffled groan, giving her another kiss as he let himself be guided by instinct, kissing down her jaw and into her neck that seemed to always captivate him. "Good boy."

He didn't rise to the taunt, one of her hands burying itself in his hair as his hand fell to a comfortable position against the soft skin of her side. He squeezed, feeling the woman press against him more at the touch.

He ran his teeth against her neck, hearing her give a soft gasp that turned him on to unbearable levels.

His phone rang and he actually growled, the woman laughing breathlessly as the warmth between them took a light breeze, the boy idly realizing he was sweating slightly.

"What?" He answered the phone, not even checking the caller id.

"That's a rude ass response." The boy twitched at the voice of his childhood friend.

"What is it Kacchan?" The blonde scoffed on the other end of the line.

"I was the only one who had your number and all these- HEY!" The voice of Bakugō grew distant.

"Hey, Midoriya!" The voice of Kirishima was loud. "Where are you?"

"I'm not answering that." He watched Rumi roll her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows as the redhead on the other end hummed. "What do you want?"

"What's the matter, you busy?" Izuku barely refrained from growling at his friend. His eyes widened as Rumi took the phone.

"He's busy, stop calling." She hung up, tossing the phone onto the carpet. "There."

He laughed, leaning back down and capturing her lips as her hand found it's place in his hair once more. He actually shouted in anger as his phone rang again. Even Rumi growled as he got out of bed and answered it.

"Kirishima I swear to God."

"Good thing I'm not a religious man." Izuku stilled at the drawled voice.

"Aizawa-sensei."

"Problem Child." Izuku glared at Rumi as she snickered at his plight, sliding out of bed herself. "Winning the Sports Festival does not exempt you from class, nor does it give you the ability to go out past curfew. I want you here in the next half hour."

"Yes Sensei."

"Put Miruko on the phone." She gave him an amused glance even as she took the phone.

"Yo, Erasure!" She greeted. "Who, me? Nah, no way. Endorsing this kind of behavior, nope not me. I strictly punished him." He gave her a wry glare. "What were we doing? Well, we were about to go into second base but-"

He snatched the phone back away, her laugh taunting him as he put the phone to his ear.

"Sorry, Aizawa-sensei." He could hear the laughter of his classmates. "Am I on speakerphone Sensei?"

"You are." Izuku blushed. "Twenty-eight minutes Midoriya." The line cut and Izuku sighed.

"Why'd you do that?" She shrugged.

"Felt like it." He groaned, shaking his head as he looked down at his wrinkled uniform. "Well, when he finishes tanning your hide let me know how long you're under house arrest." She smirked as he nearly whimpered at the thought of his punishment.

He found a shoe, sliding it on as well as the other. He blinked as she held out his phone, not knowing how she got it. He grabbed the cell only for her to pull.

He groaned at the pleasant surprise, cinnamon filling his mouth as his arms wrapped around her waist. His fingers tangled in her own long hair as he loathed the future punishment.

"Get a scented toothpaste." Izuku blinked at the order as they pulled apart. "Spearmint is too boring."

"Is that why you're so sweet." She smirked.

"Of course, cinnamon toothpaste for the win." She gave him a final peck before pushing him away. "I'm not bailing you out if you get arrested for quirk usage."

"Thanks, Rumi-chan." He dipped out of the warm, comfortable room and paused like a deer caught in headlights as Akamine stared at him from the couch.

"Good morning." She smirked knowingly as he chuckled sheepishly.

"Good morning, Rata-san." He left the apartment with those words. The redhead watched her friend walk out of her room with a yawn and an aloof air about her.

"So, finally decided to suck face?" Rumi snorted, going about making some coffee.

"I'm not saying anything about that weird ass phrase." Akamine rose a brow.

"Must've been good. Come, tell a girl."

"Midoriya!" Izuku winced at the sheer volume of the redhead as he entered the building, most of class 1-A in the main area and staring at him.

He just wanted to go back to bed with Rumi.

"How nice of you to show up, Problem Child." Izuku turned to his teacher, the man at the kitchen and nursing a very large energy drink pouch.

"What's my punishment, Sensei?" The man simply stared at Midoriya for several moments before taking a long slurp of his pouch.

"A twenty four inch paper on the statistical likelihood of becoming a father before eighteen." The boy flushed slightly as his classmates laughed at his plight. "Until that paper is on my desk, you cannot leave campus."

Izuku practically sighed with relief at the amazingly light punishment.

"Of course, Aizawa-sensei." The man gave a grunt.

"All of you are free to enjoy your weekend, but in the event that you happen to forget that underage drinking and curfew still applies to you..." The man glared at all of them, many avoiding his gaze. "Nezu decided on a gift for all Heights Alliance buildings."

The man took a large metal sign out from behind the bar of the kitchen, hanging it on a nail beside the door.

Heights Alliance Dorm Rules

No Narcotics.

No Alcohol.

No Sexual Intercourse.

No Unsanctioned Fighting.

Guests only allowed between 8 AM and 8 PM.

Curfew: 5 AM - 11 PM.

All delivered packages or food must be delivered to Administration first.

Go Beyond!

The class blanched at the extent of the rules.

"There are bots and cameras spread throughout the entire campus, they're to alert teachers if their students say; Start flying through the air while clearly intoxicated and wearing a U.A uniform."

Izuku winced.

"What happens if we break 'em and get caught?" The man glared at Bakugō, the ash blonde not flinching.

"I'll administer punishment in both your personal and academic lives."

"Tch, why the hell did Deku get off so easy?" Bakugō growled.

"I bet he did get off easy." Kaminari whispered, both him and Kirishima choking on their laughter even as Izuku glared at them which only made them laugh harder.

"One, because the rules weren't up yet. Two, his guardian picked the punishment." Izuku's eyes widened at that. "Three, it's my class and I'll do what I want." Bakugō huffed at the words.

"Sensei." The scruffy man turned, the sole pinkette meeting his glare with a small smile. "So, are there cameras in our rooms?"

"No." He gave the girl a dry glare. "Don't be some naïve brat and assume that I can't tell if you've been having sex. If I catch you on that..." The collective class gulped at the hanging threat. "No class today, I'm too tired."

The man left without further preamble, the students watching him leave quietly.

"So. Midoriya." The boy groaned as Kirishima spoke up. "You two sounded really angry."

"She already said what we were doing, what do you want from me?" The redhead shrugged.

"Just trying to see how many buttons I've gotta push before I get to Katsuki level fighting with ya."

"Fuck you Shitty Hair." The blonde growled, stalking off and away.

"I don't think you can quite get to that level, Kirishima." Izuku admitted, scratching the skin in front of his ear as Kirishima shrugged.

"What's the deal with you two anyway? You're always butting heads, trying to fight, and in the Sports Festival you two were... brutal." Izuku sighed at the question from Mina, running a hand through his hair.

"I guess it was just a long time coming." He ignored the slightly pleading look, noting the absence of a certain student. "Where's Iida-san?"

"Oh, kinda sucks. His brother got attacked by that Hero Killer going around, he's in critical care." Izuku's eyes widened at the words. "He got leave to the hospital this morning, haven't seen him since."

Izuku frowned at the words, remembering his hair trigger reaction when he'd learned of his mother.

"So, since you're basically grounded you wanna go a few rounds?" Izuku blinked at the request. "Bet you've still got some tension." The redhead quipped, jabbing Izuku's shoulder as the boy shook his head.

"Can't you get a girlfriend or something so you don't have to bug me?" Kirishima shrugged.

"Yeah, but you're dating the strongest heroine. I kinda can't match up to that." Izuku frowned briefly, the boy's words trickling through him.

"I'm not with her just because she's number five." Kirishima blinked before shaking his hands back and forth, sheepish.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just kinda meant..." He trailed off as Izuku simply stared at him. "Nevermind."

"Kirishima, do you like someone?" The redhead huffed, thumbing his nose with a sharp grin.

"Someone like me? Nah. Hey, wanna hit the gym?" Izuku briefly thought on declining so he could go write that paper for Aizawa before shuddering at the thought of that research.

"Yeah, sure."

"You said to call?" Izuku was an entire bundle of nerves as he called her, the brief silence making him regret it.

"Not when I'm on patrol." He winced, wanting to kick himself at the words.

"Sorry, I can call later-"

"It's fine, I'm just standing here anyway. So, how long're you on house arrest?"

"I just got off of it." He frowned at the small clock on his nightstand. "But, the curfew is tighter now."

"Oh yeah? Well, I guess no more sleepovers." Izuku felt his face warm at the memories that provoked. "Well, I'm owed a better spar since someone's been holding back."

"I wasn't-"

"Lying'll just get your butt kicked harder." He fell silent at the words. "Great, see ya nine am sharp Battle Junkie!" The line clicked and he felt a breath escape unbidden.

He slowly spun the phone in his hand, looking it over.

"Well, that's better than Kid." He gave a dry snort to his own words, the noise quickly followed by a slow rap against his door. He blinked, the night sky outside showing the oddness of someone coming to his room so late.

"Oh, Yagi-san." The face was drawn in his usual tight smile, easing himself into the room as Izuku stepped aside. "I wasn't expecting you." He shut the door, mentally panicking.

"So, how are you Young Midoriya?" The boy gave a somewhat nervous smile, the man easing himself into Izuku's office chair as the boy stood awkwardly.

"I'm okay." The blonde quirked a long brow.

"Simply okay? Considering this morning, I would have assumed better." Izuku ducked his head slightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"All Might... Why'd you give me such a light punishment?" The man leaned back in his seat, pinching his sharp chin.

"Well, I remember how it was to be young. And with the recent happenings, the burden I've placed on your shoulders... I didn't feel the need of cutting off such simple joy."

"One for All isn't a-"

"You might not see it that way," The man cut off his disciple easily, gaunt features bearing down on Izuku. "But, I can see not only the toll it has taken; but the toll it will take."

Izuku didn't know what to say to the ominous words, looking back on all the remarkable things he's been able to do with One for All.

"Young Midoriya, you do know that my 'gift' does have it's uses, right?" The man asked, somewhat reluctant in his speech as he gestured to the unopened box of condoms beside him on the desk.

"Of course!" Izuku was flaming red as he felt his face warm, looking away from the box and man.

"And you are... aware of how they are applied and used yes?" Izuku gave a silent nod, not wanting to say anything in the awkward air. "And remember, never flush them. Always throw them away in a trash can after they've been, um, used."

Izuku tugged at the collar of his shirt, the topic making him more than a bit embarrassed.

"Now, do you have any questions for me?" Izuku opened his mouth but it clamped shut as a thought crossed his mind. "You may ask me anything, Young Midoriya."

Izuku took a handful of deep breaths as he prepared himself to answer the question.

"So... You said that One for All is passed down through DNA, right?" The man gave a solid nod as Izuku rubbed at his neck. "Well... Is it possible that I gave Rumi-chan One for All?"

All Might blinked, Izuku meeting the man's eye nervously. The blonde man snorted, waving away his fears as the tension dissipated.

"No, there also has to be the intent to pass it down behind the gesture. So, so long as you were not thinking of giving her One for All; we are fine." Izuku exhaled in relief.

"Great." The boy had a shaky smile on his face as he leaned against his bedframe.

"So, she ingested your DNA?"

"All Might!" The boy exclaimed in shock, the man laughing at the boy's plight as Izuku furiously fought down any redness to no avail.

"So, with the new curfew installed I'm sure you won't be making any more night escapades?" Izuku huffed, getting the heat out of his system as he nodded. "Good, because between the bots and the cameras; there's only a three minute interlude the entire night and it would be practically impossible to guess that it's at eleven oh one to eleven oh four."

Izuku gaped at the man who nodded once more.

"Yes, practically impossible. Well, Young Midoriya, I have a teacher assembly to attend here in a little while. So, if you won't mind." Izuku's brain caught up with his mouth a few moments later.

"Okay, thanks for visiting." The man gave a brief smile as he rose.

"Ah, and one more thing. I come to U.A at seven thirty." Izuku's heart beat like a sledgehammer as All Might left the room, the words bouncing around in his head. The boy took three deep breaths, trying his best to clear his head.

Twenty minutes later he was clean and in bed, eyes shut with the lights out. An hour later he was sat up in his bed, groaning as he tried and failed to not overthink things.

A half dozen possible scenarios were running through his head, forty different ways for her to reject him, a thousand different ways for her to strike him from her life in general.

"On the one hand," He whispered, holding out one palm. "She promised a next time. But..." Izuku trailed off, not able to come up with a viable reason for his immense worry.

The boy made a strangled noise, rolling out of bed and making for the weight room.

Izuku yawned, sprawled on the pier of the large beach as the late spring sun began to make it's presence known. The boy looked even more ruffled than usual, eyelids heavy and posture slacked.

After all, he'd gotten about two hours of sleep in total not to mention his sore muscles from the previous night's workout. He scratched a hand through his hair, using said hand as a pillow as he sighed.

"You looked better after taking a shovel to the face."

Despite the words, he smiled as his eyes peeled open. The sun was just high enough for her head to block it, a halo of light surrounding her and it only made his heart beat quicker.

"I didn't get much sleep." He admitted, rising slowly with an ever so soft groan. His eyes flitted down, the loose tank top and thin sport shorts practically taunting him.

His eyes jerked themselves back up, her red eyes practically dancing in amusement as her teeth shined in a grin that made his throat dry.

"Thinkin' a bit too much about something?" She asked knowingly, the boy giving a limp shrug in lieu of a response. "Well, at least stretch; I'm not carrying your ass to Recovery Girl 'cuz you threw out a disk or something."

"You're so kind." He muttered, pulling his shoulders this way and that as he shook any remnants of sleep. He felt a yawn creep up despite his efforts, feeling the tiredness cling to him.

"That's just the kinda Heroine I am." His eyes widened as she stretched out her legs in a one legged squat, his eyes trailing down slowly. He caught a gleam of red eye and his gaze snapped back up. "Yeah, you were thinking on something alright."

"It's not my fault you tease a lot." Izuku grumbled, the woman grinning as she stood.

"But it's so fun, not my fault you turn a nice red." He gave her a dry glare as she winked. "Yeah, that's not too bad either."

He gave a huff, feeling any remnants of worry that she'd reject him fade away as he popped his neck. He did his best to filter the feelings her wink gave him, not doing very well as she grinned at him.

"Alright, ready Fight Junkie?" He watched her leap far away, always impressed by the sheer distance she could cross in a jump. He floated a scant few feet above the dock, feeling Divine Light trickle into his eyes.

He shed off his sweater, knowing One for All would just ruin it.

"Here I am getting a strip show too, you know how to treat a girl." Her grin was slowly warping his mind even as he felt the power tense up in his muscles, coiling like a spring. "Maybe if you hit hard enough, you could just rip away my own poor clothes."

His eyes widened as the spring sprung, Float taking him across the large distance in moments, foot buzzing with power as she grinned at him. He couldn't help but note how her eyes tracked him the entire time.

She ducked under his kick, his foot kicking aside white tresses as his hand lashed out in a backhand. She grabbed his wrist, spinning into a roundhouse that planted itself in his gut.

Izuku was sent tumbling, righting himself after a brief second only to have to dive to the side to dodge the ax kick that punched through the soft sand.

He brought around his arm in a sailing blow, trying to catch her off guard only for her to step into his guard and slam her elbow into his chest. It made breathing a fair bit harder but he was able to grab her by the crook of the arm.

He ignored how much his teenager hormones practically sang at the feeling of her warm skin and used his hand to bring her gut into his knee.

She grunted, breaking free of his hold and giving him a standing top kick that sent him sailing. He never even touched the sand, staying within the air as he used the opportunity to swerve through the sky, trailing through the air as she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth.

"C'mon, where's that stadium breaker shit?"

"That's a last resort." She grinned even sharper at his words, the boy tensing.

"Well, guess I'll just push ya there!" She leapt up with astonishing speed, the boy barely swerving to the side as her foot sailed through the air he'd just occupied, the woman spinning with the motion to catch his eye.

He burst up, using her inability to move in the air to his advantage as he brought his foot around in a sharp ax kick.

His eyes widened in astonishment as she turned in the air, rotating her body around the leg in an amazing show of flexibility. He had barely brought his arms together in a cross guard as her foot slammed into it.

It still sent him sailing and left his arms creaking in pain, the boy trying to shake the numbness out of them. He took a deep breath, pushing aside his infatuation as she landed.

"Yeah, that was the look I was after!" She declared with her same grin, the boy practically rocketing out of the sky as his arm cocked back. She was already side stepping by the time he came within ten feet.

Her eyes widened as his leg came alive in glowing light and green electricity, bringing her own arms together in a block as his shin slammed into her guard.

"Goddamn that hurts!" She hissed, shaking her arms even as her grin grew broader. He was already crossing the distance by the time she'd uncrossed her arms, the woman watching his leg cock back.

She burst forward, his eyes widening as her foot planted in his chest. He coughed out any saliva that had been in his mouth as he was rocketed across the beach.

He gasped, clawing at his chest even as he did his best to keep his eye on her. She took the initiative, blasting forward with a powerful leap as he forced himself straight up.

Izuku got his breath under control, the woman skidding to a stop in the sand as he looked down at her from a dozen meters up.

"Come on, just take the lead already! I'm getting tired of this cat and mouse crap!" She roared, toeing aside tufts of sand even as Izuku's eyes widened. The double meaning behind her words resonated inside him, not sure if she intended it.

He slowly lowered himself, eyeing her warily in case she spontaneously leapt at him. He touched soft sand and she was still stood there, now staring at him with a raised brow as he took a deep breath.

He took two slow steps, heart pounding in his ears as she just stared at him with a quirked brow.

"I won't bite. Hard." He felt a shiver go down his spine at the lilt in her voice, throwing caution to the window and crossing the distance in three long strides. He saw the approval shining in her eyes as she leaned up, arms already locking around his neck.

His hand settled on her sides, feeling her tender skin against his hands as his thumbs ghosted over her. He felt her breath mingle with his own, catching half lidded red orbs peering at him in a look he could only call smoldering.

"Do it." She whispered, lips practically ghosting over his as he felt her hands caress his nape. His grip tightened on her waist, dipping down and meeting her.

She tasted just as sweet as yesterday.

Hah, you all thought this was dead. Yee of little faith.