A/N: I apologize for the delay in posting this week. Fanfiction was doing some major updates and there was a problem with emails, so I wanted to make sure that was settled before posting! Enjoy~

Time and Place: Part 1

For Eijiro, the last two weeks of summer vacation were spent in a hero training camp, much like last year, when the League of Villains kidnapped his best friend. School resumed afterward and another two weeks slipped by like water through their fingers, leaving the memory of their summer fun at his parent's cabin a month behind them.

It was a Wednesday, and Hana was studying in her dorm room, frowning at an advanced calculus question that even she was struggling with. She saw the screen of her phone light up next to her textbook and couldn't help but smile when she saw Eijiro's name on the screen.

She sat back and read the text message.

"Hanaaaaaaa," her name followed by a gif of a puppy wagging its tail. "Are you busy?"

She typed back: "I'm studying."

She rolled her eyes and sat the phone back down. That boy could be so needy for attention sometimes.

The screen lit up again but this time he was calling her. She sighed and dismissed the call, then copied and re-sent her last text.

"Please pick up," followed by a gif of a cat with sparkling, needy eyes, and another gif of words shimmering "I miss you."

He called again. This time, she answered, then sighed dramatically into the speaker. "What do you want, second-year? Stuck on math homework again?"

"Hana, I miss you," he said instantly.

She closed her eyes and smiled at the ceiling. "Eijiro, we ate lunch together. That was only like five hours ago."

"Yeah, but—"

"We see each other at least every other day," she pointed out. "And we text each other, so you can't possibly miss me."

"That's not what I mean, Hana…" She could hear his bed creak as he flopped himself onto it. "Seeing you is fun, but I mean we haven't had time to be alone with each other to do whatever we want to do."

She smoothed out a crease in her textbook as she listened. She somehow knew where this conversation was headed.

"We haven't been alone like that since we were at the cabin," he added. "That was so long ago."

"What exactly are you implying, Eijiro Kirishima?"

"I want to touch you again," he answered, as shamelessly honest as usual. "I want to do that again."

She sighed, then laid down on her own bed and put an arm behind her head. "You're such a boy," she complained. "Is sex all you think about?"

"No…" she could practically see his pout. "But it's been over a month and I haven't even gotten to really kiss you since then. I miss you."

"Eijiro, what did you expect?" she asked, hearing the tightness in her own words. "That we were going to come back from summer vacation and use up your stockpile of condoms in the first couple of weeks?"

He didn't answer for a moment. Then, "Well, I mean… I kind of hoped."

"Ugh." She put her arm over her face. "You're ridiculous. You do know that we live on a school campus, right? It's not like you can walk me home to some apartment and spend the night with me. How are we supposed to do stuff like that here?"

"I know we have to be careful, but… we can figure something out right?"

"We can't sneak around after curfew," she said. "I don't want to risk getting caught again."

"Hana…" he sighed, and she noted that his voice sounded genuinely frustrated. "I get it, but, man… you're my girlfriend and I don't get to be with you the way I want to. I hate it."

She was quiet as she considered his words. "You… really want me that badly?"

"Yes," he breathed. "I loved kissing you all week, holding you, touching you… We were closer than ever, and I think about it every day."

So do I, she thought, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

"I don't want to go the rest of the term like this," he said, quieter. "I want to be close to you again, even if we can't do it very often, I just… I miss you."

"I think you're just a perverted teenage boy," she teased.

"Oh, come on," he laughed. "I know you think about it too. You liked it. Don't you remember me touching you in the shower?"

"Eijiro, you promised me you wouldn't talk about that!"

"It felt so good to be with you, Hana."

"Eijiro…" She bit her lip as a trill of excitement crept through her.

"You don't… regret it, do you?" he asked, voice low. "You're not trying to avoid me now because you hated it?"

"Of course not," she said, quickly. "I…" she sighed and rolled onto her stomach. "It… felt good to be with you."

"Do you miss me, too?" he asked.

She groaned into her pillow. "You're making me really wish I was dating someone who needs less verbal encouragement." She squeezed her thighs together and breathed into the speaker. "I miss you," she said, voice almost a whisper.

"You still want to do stuff like that with me?" he prodded.

"Yes, stupid boy," she gave a breathless laugh. "If we weren't in school, then I… I'd want you all the time, Eijiro."

He was silent for a moment. "God, that's sexy, Hana."

"Sh," she giggled. She was feeling incredibly flustered now, and could only imagine what kind of physical reaction he was having to her words.

"Can I come over?" he begged.

"No," she said immediately. "I have to study."

"But…"

"How about…" she interrupted, "you come to my dorm on Friday? We can meet after class and walk here together."

"To study?" he asked, carefully.

"No," she said, seriously. "You could bring your goodie pack of fifty condoms."

"Really?!" The level of elation in his voice was unbefitting of this type of conversation.

"Yeah," she said. She was blushing, and she watched her hair changing color on her pillow. "But don't make a big deal out of it or I'll make you leave."

"I promise! Man, I'm so excited!"

"You're seriously so embarrassing, you know that?" She smiled fondly as the words left her mouth.

"Hey, I'm just a man who wants to be intimate with his woman. Nothing wrong with that."

"I'm hanging up on you now," she informed him.

"Hold on! Can you tell me one more time?" There was greediness in his voice. "That you want me…?"

She let out a slow breath. "Eijiro Kirishima," she said, drawing her words out carefully. "I can't wait to see you on Friday, because… I want you, so, so deeply." Then, with a wicked smirk on her face, she hung up before he could give his embarrassing reply.

It was the longest Friday of Eijiro's entire life. The first half of the day was at least manageable, but after lunch… it was like someone was using a time quirk to purposely make the minutes feel like hours. He must have looked at the classroom clock at least fifty times, wishing it was 3:15. He spun his pencil idly, tapped his feet, and kept glancing at his bag to make sure the latches were shut, concealing what felt like a pouch full of illegal contraband.

To make matters worse, he had to force himself to think of anything besides his upcoming rendezvous with his girlfriend. As much as he'd like to tune out Mr. Aizawa and lose himself to fantasy, there was an obvious, physical problem with that. He was constantly trying to will down an erection that threatened to make itself noticeable in his school uniform. He'd adjusted his underwear in the bathroom twice already in an effort to pin it down. But it was no use… if he wasn't fantasizing about looking down at her pleasure-ridden face, body sprawled beneath him on her bed, then he was remembering summer vacation. The way her hands had felt in the water when she made him come. The way she'd been on her knees, sliding the condom on and filling his head with thoughts of her doing something else in that position. How tight and warm she'd been when he entered her for the first time…

He squeezed his pencil tightly in his hand as a new wave of pleasure swelled below his belt, causing him to strain against the fabric.

This is so embarrassing. Focus, Eijiro, focus!

"Kirishima." Mr. Aizawa's voice broke through his thoughts like a spotlight through fog. "Why don't you answer the question on the board for us."

He sat up straight and swallowed hard as his eyes scanned over what looked like complete chalk gibberish. "I… uh."

Mr. Aizawa sighed. "You're lucky you passed the quiz this morning or I'd give you detention for failing to focus in class."

"Right! Sorry, Sir. I'll try harder!"

Harder… did I have to use that word right now?

"See me after class."

Eijiro almost groaned in frustration out loud. The last thing he wanted to do after class was to talk to his teacher. He had places to be!

Eventually, the bell rang dismissing the students, and Eijiro loafed around in his desk until he and Mr. Aizawa were the only ones left.

Thankfully, the disappointing prospect of a lecture instead of running to meet his girlfriend had successfully doused any motion in his pants, so he could safely approach the teacher's desk.

"Kirishima, you're starting to piss me off," he said, before the teen had even walked all the way forward. "You've been distracted since the term started. Your grades are dropping again."

Eijiro wasn't sure what to say to this, so he simply bowed and murmured an apology.

"I really wish it was against school policy for students to date at all." He gave an irritated grunt. "Your focus should be on your work and hero training, not hooking up."

"You're right," Eijiro sighed. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll try to keep a better balance."

"Luckily for you, Kanzashi is dedicated to her grades and success, and for the most part seems to bring out the best in you. If it weren't for that saving grace, I'd have contacted your parents and threatened you with expulsion."

Eijiro looked at a spot on Mr. Aizawa's desk, silently.

"But I'm warning you now, Kirishima. If you don't pick your grades up, I'll have to take action."

"I understand." He hoped he looked repentant enough for his teacher to let him leave. It was 3:20 and he was afraid that if he made Hana wait too long, she'd change her mind about spending the afternoon with him.

Mr. Aizawa gave one last, exasperated sigh. "Go. I know you want to see her. Don't forget there's homework due on Monday."

"I won't, I promise!" Eijiro bowed again and practically bolted from the classroom.

He walked outside, eyes going instantly to the corner of the building where he and Hana always met. He wished his quirk was x-ray vision for a moment, so he could see through the crowd of people and find her.

Then, he caught sight of pink hair. Sure enough, Hana was waiting for him, tugging on her braid nervously as she leaned against the wall, silver eyes looking at every passerby. He noted that she was wearing the pink ribbon she still had from the first week they met. And he noted that the tips at the end of her braid were purple. Her eyes lit up when she saw him bullying his way through people to get to her.

"Thinking about me?" he asked with a wink when he reached her.

She scoffed and looked away, batting her eyelashes slightly. "Arrogant boy."

"Are you ready?" he asked, eagerly.

"What about a 'hello,' or 'how was your day?' Or do you not care about me emotionally these days?" She huffed. "Simpleminded caveman."

"Oh, come on!" He yanked her into a hug, grinning against her hair. "Do you even have to question how much I love you, Kinuhana?"

He heard her inhale sharply, as if she wasn't expecting this response. "Let go of me," she muttered. "We'll get in trouble for PDA."

"Okay," he said. "No public displays of affection." He released her, then dragged his fingers along the length of her braid. "What about private displays?"

"Eijiro!" She shoved his chest. "Can't you ever stop?!" She was blushing, but smiling too. That was usually how he gauged if he'd gone too far or not.

"Sorry," he said. "Just excited to see my girlfriend."

She smiled shyly at him. "Well?" She gave his hand a tug. "What are we waiting for?"

They started toward the third-year dorms, each with a red-handed expression and giddy smile. "You have what we need, right?" she asked, quietly.

"Yup!" He patted his bag. "Trust me, there's no way I was going to forget and ruin this chance."

"Good," she whispered, so low that he wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear it.

Five minutes. It would only take five minutes to walk to the third-year dorms and slip behind Hana's door. They'd made it all the way to the main courtyard when…

"Kanzashi! Oh thank god!"

Eijiro and Hana stopped in their tracks at the sound of the voice. They looked around, but no one was walking nearby or waving to them.

"That voice sounded familiar," Eijiro said with a frown. "Was that—"

Hana squeaked in surprise when she felt something tug on her sleeve. She jerked to face the invisible perpetrator. Which… was actually an invisible perpetrator.

"It's me, Hagakure," the voice said. "You have to help me!"

"Whoa, hold up!" Eijiro stared at the place where Hana's sleeve was being tugged. "Hagakure, if we can't see you, then…"

"Yes, I'm naked okay?!" Her voice was a shrill cry. "The truth is, I was trying out that costume you made for me out of my hair, you know, the invisible one?" She tugged Hana's sleeve some more. "But the janitor didn't realize I was in the locker room and threw away my clothes even though I was yelling, because he had headphones on and then people started coming in and I panicked because I dropped the costume and couldn't see it because it's invisible!"

"You poor thing," Hana said, affectionately. "It must be embarrassing to be naked out here in front of all these people."

"Exactly!" Hagakure cried. "Can you please make me some clothes?!"

"Of course." Hana dug her scissors out of her bag. "I still remember your measurements." She untied her ribbon and slid it into Eijiro's hand as she cut a solid five inches off of her hair. The hair materialized into an entire set of clothing. Hana lifted the clothes to give them to Hagakure, who was reaching for them at the same time. This caused Hana to accidentally hit her arm and drop the shorts she was holding.

"I got it," Eijiro said, trying to be helpful. He bent down to pick up the dropped article of clothing, only to get an invisible knee to the face.

"KIRISHIMA!" The invisible girl yelled. "I'm NAKED! You can't just put your face down there!"

"I-I was just trying to help, I didn't mean—" He put his hands up defensively, just to feel something soft and squishy touch his palms. He closed his eyes and waited for it…

The SMACK administered to both of his cheeks from the two girls.

"Geez, Eijiro, I knew you were desperate but that's a little much, isn't it?" Hana said, voice chiding.

"You need to keep a leash on your pervert boyfriend!" Hagakure huffed as she picked the clothes off the ground.

He rubbed his cheeks and winced as the pile of clothes stormed off toward the locker rooms. Then, he looked back at his girlfriend, sheepishly. Her expression was entirely unamused.

"It was an accident," he insisted.

"I can't believe I'm taking you to my room to get touchy feely and you had to make a pit-stop into another woman's boobs on the way there."

"Hana, I swear—"

She started to giggle, the serious façade dropping instantly. He let out a sigh of relief. "I'm just teasing you." She poked his stinging cheek. "I'm not mad. As long as…" she caught herself and bit her lip, cutting off the rest of the sentence.

"As long as… what?" he asked.

She fussed with her braid, retying the ribbon around its new, shorter end. "As long as… I'm the only girl you really touch."

He felt newly awakened pleasure wriggle in his torso and a wave of heat burst along his nerves. "Trust me, Hana… There's no one else I want to touch like that. I want…" he stepped closer to her, forcing her to look into his eyes. "I want to touch you right now."

To his satisfaction, a few strands of hair were instantly streaked dark purple.

She cleared her throat and looked away. "Come on, let's go." Then, she grabbed his hand and pulled him hastily toward the dorms, much more pep in her step than before.

It was a minor setback, but soon they would be in each other's arms. He would be inside of her dorm room, inside of her embrace, inside of her. He hoped she'd let him stay afterward, too. They could snuggle up together on her bed and watch tv for a while, and then do it again… If she wanted to, of course. He wouldn't make her. But… he did hope.

"Listen, Eijiro," she said, stopping before they reached her building. "Before we go in there, you have to promise me you'll be quiet."

He blinked, confused.

"You…" she blushed and squeezed his hand. "You're kind of… you know… loud. Or at least you were when we were in the cabin."

"I was?" He couldn't remember making a bunch of noise, but then again… He did usually have to bite down on things when he was on his own, to prevent uncontrollable moans from reverberating through the wall between his and Katsuki's rooms.

"Yeah, so you have to promise you won't make any noise. My classmates live here, okay? It's Friday, so most of them will be doing other stuff, but still…"

He gripped both of her hands tightly. "I promise," he said. "But you could always make a gag out of your hair if you were really worried."

"Eijiro!" She flushed red. "So, now your kinks come out."

"You're my kink, Hana," he beamed.

Her responding smile was tender. Without further delay, they continued their trek to her dorm room. They were less than twenty feet from the door of the building when…

"SAY THAT TO MY FACE YOU FUCKING COWARD!"

Eijiro instinctively pulled Hana against his chest and expertly out of the way of Katsuki Bakugo. It was like he had a radar for the other boy now, finely tuned to know exactly when and where he would be striking. The question was, why?

"Oh, that's why…" Eijiro groaned when he saw Todoroki standing casually a few feet to his right, where he'd dodged an explosive blast from the hothead.

"I believe I just did," Todoroki commented, coolly. "It's not my fault if you're not man enough to hear it."

"I'LL KILL YOU, ICY-HOT BASTARD!"

"Hana, step back," Eijiro said, quickly. In the next instant he stepped forward and put one arm out, barring Katuski's advance.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY, KIRISHIMA!"

"No way, not til you cool your blasters, man." He didn't budge as Katsuki tried to shoulder past him. "What's got you so worked up?"

"All I said was that he's an immature toddler when it comes to dating," Todoroki shrugged. "Which is factually accurate."

"I'M NOT A TODDLER, I'M A FUCKING BOSS AT DATING! LOOK AT ME! I'M AWESOME."

"You make girls cry. Especially the girl you're dating."

Katsuki ground his teeth in rage. "YEAH, WELL WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?! I DON'T SEE YOU WALKING AROUND HERE WITH SOME CHICK ON YOUR ARM!"

"That's because usually it's your girlfriend on my arm."

Eijiro gripped both of Katsuki's arms and gave a shove as the other boy tried to lunge forward. "THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"

"Hey, man, take it easy. It's just Todoroki, you guys are cool! Come on, you'll be screwed if you start breaking property right here."

"You don't have to tell me that, idiot!" Katsuki seethed, but Eijiro's voice had settled him somewhat.

"You and me both know that Roki there isn't making the moves on Aisla, so take a breath." Eijiro patted his shoulders. "Go shoot some targets at Range 4 to get it out of your system."

Katsuki's eyebrow twitched, temple still pulsing as he stared down Todoroki. "Yeah. Fine. Whatever. You're lucky I don't want to get suspended again, Icy-Hot or I'd rip your head off." He plunged his hands into his pockets and yanked out of Eijiro's hold. "Kirishima. Let me blast you into next week until I feel better."

"I'm all yours, tomorrow!" Eijiro grinned.

"What?" Katsuki turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. "But I want to kill you now." Then, his gaze flicked behind Eijiro, to the girl standing anxiously on the sidelines. "Of course." He shoved Eijiro away. "WHY THE HELL DOES EVERYONE BOTHER WITH THIS CRAP?!" He grumbled incoherently as he stomped away.

Eijiro let out a breath of relief. "Phew. I was kind of worried he'd be harder to wrangle in."

"You're amazing with him, you know that?" Hana commented. "Like a lion-tamer or snake-charmer or something."

"Eh," Eijiro shrugged. "I just get how his mind works. He's a cool dude under all that boom boom pow."

Todoroki let out an annoyed sigh. "He's hopeless. And I hate being in the center of their quarrels. I'm going to bed."

At last, Hana and Eijiro were left alone again. They shared a long look. Their efforts to make it to her room had been postponed twice now. The question passed silently between them was, Is it still worth it?

"Hana, do you want to…"

Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was swift, but harsh, speaking of her intentions where she could not. "Let's go," she said when she released him. "I'm tired of waiting."

He shivered from pleasure. "Yeah. Me too."

At long last, they breached the third-year support class dormitory doors. Some of her classmates were gathered in the common area. He was familiar with all of them by now, so they hardly did more than nod in acknowledgement or wave to him as he walked by.

Up the stairs, second door on the left. That's Hana's room. We're so close now.

They ascended the steps, hand in hand, but were faced with another obstacle as soon as they reached the second-floor landing.

"Hana! Grab her, quick!" Tondi, Hana's spider friend, yelled. In the same instant, a mouse scurried between Hana's feet.

"Is that Shibuya?!" Hana asked.

Eijiro lunged and captured the escaping creature by the tail before she could descend the steps. Having been in this situation once before, he quickly activated his quirk before she could sink her teeth into his hand. She squeaked in pain as her teeth collided with hard skin.

"What's going on here?" Hana demanded.

"She stole my hair curler and she won't tell me where it is!" Tondi snapped, all eight of her eyes narrowed angrily.

"I didn't take your stupid hair curler!" The mouse gave a high-pitched squeal in response. "I like straight hair!"

"Then where'd it go?!"

"Tondi!" Hana waved her hands. "I took your curler."

Both of her friends stared at her.

"I was…" Hana cleared her throat. "I was experimenting with my quirk and wanted to see if curling my hair beforehand would give the coils I was making more bounce."

"Oh."

Shibuya immediately poofed back into her human form, totally naked. "Told you so, Tondi," she said, as she casually strode to her bedroom in the nude, giving Eijiro a full view of her pale back and rear.

He squeezed his eyes shut until he was sure he heard her bedroom door close. I have eyes for Hana only.

"Wait, Shibuya, I'm sorry, I just wanted to curl my hair for my date with Mineta, I didn't know!" She ran into the other girl's room to apologize, leaving Eijrio and Hana alone in the hall.

"This is getting exhausting," Hana sighed.

"Y-Yeah." Eijiro cleared his throat. "Crazy for a Friday afternoon."

"It will be nice to… relax together," Hana said, carefully.

"But before we relax…?" his eyes were hopeful.

She laughed. "Come on, little horndog." She opened her bedroom door and he followed her inside.

Finally… His blood was starting to burn, his heart thumping erratically in his chest. He could feel the blush on his cheeks and the desire stirring in his pants. It had been an entire month without her. Without the sweet, blissful connection they'd made on that night. He wanted to hold her and feel her skin flush against his, their hearts beating in sync. I love you, Hana, he thought, as he watched her lock the door behind them.

"Oh no…" she mumbled, a moment later.

"What's up?" he asked, already stripping out of his school jacket.

"This can't be happening…"

"Hana, what…"

Then, he saw the problem. She was trying to lock her bedroom door, but the lock spun and spun endlessly without latching into place. It was broken.

"Here, let me take a look at it!" He crouched down in front of the door and toyed with the knob, trying to get the locking mechanism to work, but with no luck. Something was loose inside. "That sucks," he said, passively, before turning to her with a shrug. " Just tell 13, she'll put in a work order for you."

"Eijiro, you don't get it!" Her silver eyes were wide with anxiety and frustration. "We can't… you know… with a broken lock on the door!"

A feeling of dread sank in his stomach. "We could just put up a chair or something!" he suggested.

Hana gestured at her room. She had a beanbag at her desk instead of a desk chair. "What are we supposed to use?!"

"You could make a band from your hair and we could hook it onto something so no one can move the handle?"

"It would have to be thick rubber or bungee cord or something, do you know how much hair that takes? I'd be bald and I am not having sex with you bald."

"Okay, then put a sign on the door or something! Your friends aren't going to barge in without knocking, are they?"

Hana put her face in her hands. "They definitely would. And if we put a sign, we might as well be broadcasting to the entire world that we're in here having sex."

He cracked his knuckles as his brain frantically searched for a solution but came up short.

"I'm sorry, Eijiro," she said, with a sigh of defeat. "We can't do it today."

"Sure, we can! We can find another place or go to my dorm, it's no big deal!"

She gave him a look of complete and utter defeat. "There's no point now," she said. "I don't feel like it anymore."

Eijiro groaned before sliding onto the floor against her bed.

"Are you mad?" she asked.

He tugged on a blue thread on her rug, then shook his head. "Nah. We'll figure something out another time. For now…" He opened his bag and pulled out a textbook. "I have this homework that's due on Monday and Mr. Aizawa said that if I don't fix my grades, he's going to take action about our relationship, so… wanna be my tutor?"

She smiled softly at him. "Okay. I'll make us some tea and we can get started."

He was disappointed, sure, but… It wasn't like they couldn't find another time and place to be intimate with each other again. Hana was right, it was a school campus, so it wasn't going to be easy all the time, but… it was worth it. Just to have the chance to be completely immersed in each other again… He wanted that.

"I love you, Hana," he said, as she sat cross-legged in front of him.

Her smile was gentle, eyes shimmering with all the love they shared. "Let's study, okay?"

She didn't have to say it. He knew it. His Hana loved him, and that made it okay to wait a little longer for sex. He could be happy, just like this.