Time and Place: Part 2

It was the following day. Hana was finishing a late breakfast with her best friends Tondi and Shibuya. Any negative feelings about the hair curler incident were completely forgotten. They were laughing, gossiping, and chatting as normal. Hana smiled as she looked across the table at them.

She had met Amaya Shibuya on the playground when they were just four years old. It was actually Hana's oldest memory. Sitting in the sandbox and watching a little girl turn into a tiny, black and white mouse. It had been the very first manifestation of her quirk, and she'd been terrified. Hana remembered picking her up and petting her until her parents came.

Now, that little mouse was a woman. Tall and pale, with straight black hair and dark eyes. Her interest was in architecture. Designing bases for hero agencies and fortified hero homes.

They met Sana Tondi years later, in third grade. Hana was being bullied by three bratty girls who were mocking her after her quirk had left her bald at school. Egghead they chanted. Shibuya tried to defend her, but she couldn't do much to prevent their circling and taunts. Then, all three bullies had been wrapped together in sticky spider web, and a girl no more than two-feet tall had jumped down from the ceiling and asked Hana directly if they could be friends.

The short, eight-eyed girl had wild brown hair and an equally wild personality, but was intelligent and determined underneath it all. She liked making gear for heroes, especially those with strange quirks or body-types.

"Hey, creep," Tondi waved her hand in front of Hana's face. "Why are you staring at me? Do I have rice in my hair?"

Hana shook her head and was surprised when she felt a single tear escape the corner of her eye. "I'm just happy to have friends like you. And I'm sorry I haven't paid much attention to you guys this term."

The other two girls shared an amused look.

"Don't be hard on yourself Hana-chan," Shibuya teased. "You've been preoccupied with your boyfriend. We can't fault you for that!

Hana blushed, then jabbed at the whites of her remaining egg, avoiding eye contact.

"Are you gonna tell us the truth now?" Tondi asked in an urgent whisper. "About what you and Kirishima did over the summer?"

Hana accidentally dropped her chopsticks. She could feel the heat touch her cheeks and knew her hair was turning pink. "I already told you. We watched fireflies, went on hikes, and went to a couple of festivals."

"Oh, sweet, love-struck Hana," Shibuya said, dramatically. "Whilst you defend yourself so adamantly, we know indeed that the fire of romance consumed you so wholly during that weeklong escape into the throes of pleasure, that it's all your feeble heart can think about now."

Hana shrank down into her chair, blushing deeper.

"Can you just tell us if you went all the way?" Tondi begged, as she'd been begging for the past three weeks.

"I'm not telling you what we did, that's embarrassing," she mumbled.

"Come now, dearest Hana. Do we not expel all of our deepest, darkest secrets to you?"

"Yeah, but…" she twisted her braid.

"Pleeeease?" Tondi begged.

Hana sighed, then swallowed nervously. "Fine," she grimaced. "We… yeah. You know."

Her friends' eyes went wide.

"Seriously?" they asked in unison.

"What was it like?"

"Did it feel good?"

"Did it hurt?"

"Is he big?"

Hana put her hands over her ears. "Oh my god, shut up!" She sighed. "It was… good. And it didn't really hurt until afterward. And I wouldn't answer that last question even if I had a basis for comparison!"

"I'm so jealous," Tondi pouted.

"Was he a gentleman to you?" Shibuya asked, her eyes flashing with warning, implying that if her answer was anything but yes, she'd kill the boy herself.

"Of course, he was." Hana smiled. "He's Eijiro."

"Did you use a condom?"

"Obviously," Hana scoffed.

"Did you get to finish, or only him? You have to establish equality in the beginning, you know, or they get lazy." Shibuya said as if she was an expert. Then again, if their conversation about Tokoyami from a few weeks ago was any indicator, she was.

"I… y-yeah, I… the first time."

"You did it more than once?!"

"No! I mean, we did other stuff in the shower, and that's when he… when I…" she groaned.

"Have you done it since you got back to school?" Tondi asked, eight eyes sparkling. "Is that why he came over yesterday?"

She pushed her tray of food to the side and let out another sigh. "Technically that's why he came to my room yesterday, but we didn't do anything. We haven't even made out since the term started."

"Why not?" Shibuya asked. "Don't you want to?"

Hana more than wanted to. She was too embarrassed to admit it, but it was all she thought about in her spare time. Her heart and body both ached to be with him again.

"I want to," she answered honestly. "But we're at school. I'm scared of getting caught by someone. Plus, the lock on my door is broken, so that's not an option."

"Well, what about his dorm?" Shibuya asked.

"I don't know… I don't go over there very often, and I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with all those strangers around us. I feel like… they'd know or get nosy about it."

"Hana, U.A. has like the biggest campus in the country! There are places you can sneak off to." Tondi informed her.

"Like… where?" She'd been trying to work this out herself since yesterday, but hadn't come up with any ideas.

"The forest," Shibuya said, automatically. "It's huge. You could easily find a remote corner."

"Outside?!" Hana protested.

"Why not?" Tondi asked. "You can bring a blanket, so it's not like you'll be on the ground!"

"Y-yeah but that's so open."

"Guess it depends on how bad you want it." Shibuya shrugged. "But considering it's been more than a month since you did it, I bet you want it pretty bad, right?"

Hana chewed the inside of her lip. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Tondi threw her hands up. "Alrighty then! But you have to give us all the deets later, okay? Slumber party, and I want to hear everything he did during summer break!"

"I'll bring popcorn!"

Hana headed to her room after breakfast, mind buzzing with all kinds of inappropriate thoughts. She sat down in her beanbag chair and pulled out her cellphone. With her heart in her throat, she sent a text to her boyfriend.

"Good morning. How was training with Bakugo?"

She waited, hoping he was by his phone. He was the type to respond within seconds as long as he wasn't busy. Meanwhile, Hana often ignored messages for hours.

She saw him typing immediately.

"Good morning beautiful!"Three kiss emojis. "Training was good. Katsuki was still pissed about yesterday so I got pretty beat up"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm used to his punches! He makes me stronger! Just got a couple scrapes and bruises."

She smiled, then swallowed, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. "What are you doing right now?" she typed.

"Just got out of the shower," he answered.

She felt a twist in her stomach, instantly remembering the morning she stepped into the shower with him. His naked form under the water, hair down, back muscles tight. She remembered how hard he was in her hands, and the thick substance that dripped through her fingers.

She was about to text back when another text came through. This time it was an image.

Eijiro, with only a towel tied around his waist. Hair dripping with water, one arm behind his head, accentuating both his chest and bicep muscles. He was winking and grinning, expression unremorseful.

He really set up a timer and sat his phone on his desk to take this selfie, didn't he?

Not that she didn't appreciate it. In fact, this image made heat flush straight to her core. She squeezed her thighs together, nearly issuing a tiny moan.

"You're lucky I'm alone right now and one of my friends wasn't over my shoulder reading your messages," she said.

"You didn't comment on my selfie."A sad emoji. "You don't think I'm sexy?"

"You fish for compliments like a girl, you know?"

A slew of crying emojis.

"Eijiro are you busy today?"

She measured her breaths as she waited for his answer.

"Not really, you wanna hang out?"

She closed her eyes, trying to decide how desperate she was, then responded. "I want you to meet me in the forest on the east side of the gym. Bring wipes, a ziplock bag, and a condom. And lube just in case."

Her heart hammered as she waited for a response. It took a few seconds for him to answer.

"I can be there in three minutes"

She blushed. He's so ready for this, she thought to herself. So am I.

She responded. "I need to get ready first. Fifteen minutes?"

"Sounds good! I'm so excited Hana!"

"Of course you are, you're a boy"

She giggled to herself as she tossed her phone on the bed and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up. Her nerves were alive with lust, her heart pounding. Yesterday might have been a flop, but we can make it work today. He's ready. I'm ready.

Fifteen minutes later, they met near the gym. Hana left her hair down this time, wavy from her earlier braid. She noted the way he appreciated this, eyes widening as they took in the sight of her. Not just her hair, either. His gaze crept along her entire body, hungrily observing her tight-fitting shirt and short skirt.

She smiled shyly, naturally checking him out too. Shredded black tank top and shorts, hair down and still damp from his shower. Did he leave it down because I like it like that? Her eyes also lingered on the backpack on his shoulders, which must have included her required items.

"So?" he said, grinning. "What's the plan, Hana?"

She looked down at his sneakers. "I thought we could go out past training ground Beta where it's quiet and we could… you know."

"That's an awesome idea!" He beamed. "Finally!" Then he held his hand out to her. She placed her palm in his and let him drag her out into the woods.

It took them ten minutes to walk to the chosen location. The forest was thick here, with few clearings, and an entire training ground between them and the school.

"One thing's for sure," Eijiro noted. "No one's going to find us out here."

"That's the idea," she agreed, as she picked an area with flat ground.

"Oh!" He dropped his backpack and dug into it. "I brought a blanket too!"

"I was going to make one from my hair," she laughed.

"I just wanted to be prepared!" He also took out the required items. "I get the wipes, but what's with the baggie?"

"What were you planning to do with the used condom? Bury it? Carry it back to school?" She rolled her eyes.

"Oh…" he blushed. "That's a good point."

He laid the blanket out on the ground and then stood there, somewhat awkwardly as he waited for instruction.

"Lay down," she said, feeling hot all over now that they were actually here.

He happily dropped onto the blanket on his back and stared up at her, his eyes wide and needy.

Hana let out a shaky breath as she looked down at him. A tremor went through her body when she realized that it was so bright outside. Their other adventures had been in the dark, outside under the fireflies, in the gray fuzz of morning light through closed blinds… Here, the forest was shimmering with sunshine. His red hair looked like it was on fire. His skin seemed to glow in the shade of the tree they were under. She could see every dip, curve, scar, and bruise on his body.

And that meant he'd be able to see her too.

"What's wrong, Hana?" he asked, a frown settling on his features. "You look extra nervous all of a sudden."

"I…" she rubbed her arm as anxiety gnawed at her. "I'm gonna keep my clothes on, okay? Well… not my underwear, but like my skirt and shirt and everything."

"Why?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

"Because it's so bright out here and I'm… embarrassed."

"Hana…" his expression turned gentle. He sat up and grabbed her hand, tugging her onto the blanket with him. "C'mere." Scooped onto his lap in a warm hug, his arms wrapping all the way around her and face nuzzling against her hair.

She sighed in pleasure, naturally sinking against him as if by pure instinct.

"You're so beautiful," he said, breath warm on her neck. "You know what I was thinking about last night?"

"Other than sleeping with me?" she teased.

"Yeah, other than that," he grinned against her skin. "I was thinking about what you said in your room, about not wanting to have sex with me if you're bald."

"Obviously," she said.

"Thing is," he continued, "I'd want you just as much either way. I think you're so pretty and sexy, long hair, no hair, in the dark, in the sun. You're perfect."

"Are you intentionally such a smooth talker, or is it natural?"

"I'm just being honest." He kissed her neck, slowly. "You don't have to get naked out here if you don't want to, but I'd be happy if I got to see more of you."

She tilted her head to give him more access to her neck and collarbone. "Eijiro… you're such a good boyfriend."

His chest swelled at the praise. "Yeah?" he asked, as his hands slid up under her shirt and up her back. "Good enough for some forest sex?"

"Sh." She dropped her head to kiss him, sliding her tongue along his lips. "This is the part where you stop talking."

He moaned into the kiss as their tongues danced. His palms massaged her sides, fingers stretching and slipping under the band of her bra. His hips squirmed beneath her, his breathing got heavy.

She broke the kiss so she could push him back by the shoulders, forcing him to lay down. He let out a pleased breath of air before staring up at her as she hiked her skirt up and scooted back on his lap. His eyes rolled back in pleasure while she ground her hips down against his, panties sliding against him through his shorts.

"Mn, Hana…" he moaned her name and gripped her thighs to aid in her motions, naturally thrusting up against her as he grew stiffer by the second. "This reminds me of that night by the river. Outside on a blanket… you were on my lap that time too."

"I remember," she said.

"Could we do it like this?" he asked, licking his lips at the thought. "With you on top?"

She blushed furiously. "N-no way. That's too embarrassing. I-I'm not ready for that yet."

He raised an eyebrow as if to argue that if she was that embarrassed, she wouldn't be grinding on him in this position either, but he chose not to voice this particular opinion. Instead, he let his hands drift higher under her shirt until he was cupping her breasts. She sighed in pleasure, then tugged on his shirt until he got the message and pulled it off. He tossed it to the side, then slid his fingers up to the clasp of her bra. "Can I take it off?" he asked.

"I told you I don't want to take my shirt off."

"I know, but I want to feel your nipples again."

She pressed her palm over his mouth. "Sh! You're so embarrassing!"

"C'mon, Hana! At least let me do this…"

Suddenly, he flipped her over. She let out a surprised squeak as he switched their positions and pushed her down on the blanket. She opened her mouth to protest, but he was already tugging her shirt collar down, exposing her cleavage. His hand dipped below the fabric of her bra, thumb brushing her nipple and eliciting a shaky moan from her parted lips.

"I want you, Hana," he breathed. He pushed her skirt up and ground his hips down on hers, much like she had. She could feel him, thick and ready, only a button and zipper away.

"Eijiro…" she swallowed hard. She reached down, fingers finding the button of his shorts. She needed him unrestrained. Needed to feel him again. But as he sighed against her ear and she undid the button, she paused.

"Don't stop," he whined.

"Did you hear that?" she asked, attention turned now to the trees around them.

"It was just my button," he said. "Come on, Hana… please…"

"Sh…" She tried to sit up but he pressed her down again.

"I need you," he said, breathlessly.

"Eijiro, shut up!" She smacked her hand over his mouth and shoved him off of her. Then, she listened carefully to the forest. The chirp of birds, the rustle of bushes and… footsteps. "Oh my god, someone's coming!" She let go of his mouth and desperately fixed her shirt.

"Yeah," Eijiro said with a petty huff. "Not us."

She shoved him away, then scrambled to her feet to fix her clothes and hair while he buttoned his shorts again. "Eijiro, your shirt!" she hissed.

It was too late. She heard voices and saw movement through the trees. She and Eijiro froze.

"It's so frustrating!" A familiar voice yelled as someone pushed through the brush. "I'm so weak. I've come so far, but it's not enough! I feel like… like I don't know if I'll ever be as strong as you were, All Might!"

Is that… Midoriya?

Sure enough, the green-haired power-house came to a stop no more than fifteen feet away from Hana and Eijiro, but his head was bowed and he was sobbing, clearly not noticing the guilty couple.

"Young Midoriya," All Might's voice called out after him.

Hana and Eijiro shared a look of horror. If a teacher caught them… Eijiro crept his hand closer to his discarded shirt.

"Listen to me," All Might demanded. He followed Midoriya and placed his hands on his shoulders. He was in his weakened state, of course. It had been a long time since the old hero had been able to transform. "It's okay to be frustrated. I understand better than anyone. You and I share a bond that goes far deeper than blood. I am a part of you, Midoriya."

Whoa… Hana gave Eijiro a look. This sounds kind of…. Intimate doesn't it?

"That doesn't matter," Midoriya said, anger getting the better of him. "It's not enough for you to be a part of me, All Might. I want that to mean something! And how… how can I take everything you have to offer when I'm so small and weak…"

Hana covered her mouth with her hands. Everything he has to offer?! What the hell?!

"Young Midoriya…" All Might turned the teen around and tugged him against his chest, which just made Midoriya cry harder. "You've grown so much already. Believe me when I say you have already surpassed me in so many ways."

Hana shivered. Student, teacher PDA?! What is this?!

"It's okay to break down like this, sometimes," All Might continued. "When the pressure is too much to take, I will relieve some of it for you."

Eijiro finally plucked his shirt up off the ground. Hana made a motion for him to stay frozen, but he ignored her and lifted his arms to tug the shirt on anyway. This movement made Midoriya suddenly freeze.

In the next instant, Midoriya was jerking away from All Might, All Might was coughing up blood, and Hana was shoving the blanket back into Eijiro's backpack.

"K-Kirishima!" Midoriya laughed, awkwardly, his face beet red. "And ah… K-Kanzashi! What are you—oh."

"Hey man! Hey All Might!" Eijiro put on an award-winning smile. "Me and Kanzashi were just taking a walk. Looks like that's what you were doing too, right? Just taking a walk?"

All Might and Midoriya looked at one another as if, like Eijiro and Hana, they'd been caught red-handed.

"Y-Yeah!" Midoriya smiled, which was not nearly as cute or convincing as Eijiro's shark grin. "Just getting some training in! No biggie!"

All Might looked back and forth between Eijiro and Hana. His expression was almost impossible to read with his sunken in eyes and pallid skin, but it was obvious he wasn't fooled. If Hana had to guess, she'd say he was weighing the risk of calling them out when they had just seen his completely weird and disturbing display of affection with a teenager.

"Don't mind us," All Might finally smiled. "Enjoy your midday walk, students! What better way to spend a Saturday than in the sun with friends?"

"My thoughts exactly, sir!" Kirishima beamed.

After that, Midoriya and All Might made an incredibly awkward exit into the trees. Hana and Eijiro remained frozen in place until they were sure they were long gone.

"That was so creepy," Hana shuddered.

"Man, I knew All Might was playing favorites but… that dynamic is freaky." He turned his attention back to Hana, his smile sheepish. "So, um…"

"Ew, Eijiro! If you think I'm still in the mood after witnessing that then you're crazy!"

He sighed.

"Plus, obviously the forest isn't a safe place to do it. What if we were really into it when they walked up?! We'd be screwed right now!"

"That's the point!" he exclaimed.

She deadpanned.

"Alright, alright." He took the backpack and put it on his shoulders. "Wanna walk back to campus and hang out in my room?"

"That depends, are you going to try to coerce me into sex while my mind is still full of whatever we just saw?"

"No, I'll be good," he groaned. "Promise."

She nodded. "We can try again later, okay?"

"Kay."

She could tell he was disappointed, but his smile was soft when he looked at her. She took his hand as they walked.

So… what if their two attempts at sex in the last 24 hours had been dramatic catastrophes? It wasn't like it was a pattern, like the fates were working against them or something… right?

A/N: The struggle is real.