"Wh-wh-w-wha-wh-wh -"
"Eh? What's up, Midoriya?" Kinoko asked, rubbing a hand down her curvy hips, smirking up at him, "I'm saying that I'm hungry for some mushrooms, and I know you've got a really big one hiding there."
Izuku stared at her in horror, a mixture of shock and fear coursing through him as he stared down at his roommate laying seductively on his bed, smirking up at him. Oh, god - oh god, oh, fuck, oh no, she's hot. Izuku felt ashamed that this was the first thing he had thought gazing down at her, but he couldn't help but notice. She normally wore her Lolita clothing during her spare time, which was cute but didn't show off much, just some nice dresses that were really frilly and multiple-layered. But now he got to see her completely bare, and he felt a stirring in his pants the longer he looked at her.
She was ... okay, he hated to put it like this, and she was definitely in shape, but out of all the girls he had seen naked in this house, she definitely had the most weight to her. While Yui was a bit thicker on the sexy side, she paled in comparison to Kinoko - her hips were curvy, plenty of soft looking skin to grab on to. She had a tummy, but even that looked arousing to look at, the slight rolls sending a shudder through him. Her breasts were much bigger than he had been expecting, and her nipples were inverted, looking so inviting. Her crotch had no pubic hairs to see, very cleanly shaved, and her thighs looked like they could easily crush his head. The only eye visible to him, the rest of her face hidden by her fringe, was more seductive than he had ever seen it, looking over him like she really wanted to gobble him up.
In short - good god, Kinoko was always cute, but he never considered her to be this drop dead sexy.
As Izuku struggled to find an answer, stumbling through his thoughts, he didn't hear a few footpads behind him.
"I told you this was stupid, Kinoko."
Izuku was not proud of the high-pitched scream that left his lips as he leapt high into the air, almost hitting his head on the ceiling, and whipped around to see Reiko standing right behind him, giving him a deadpan stare. Izuku came down hard on the ground, tripping over his own feet and flailing backwards - right onto the bed, where Kinoko was currently sitting.
The poor mushroom girl, realizing what was about to happen, prepared to either say her prayers or thank every god she could imagine, no in between as he fell towards her with no chance for her to get out of the way. Luckily (or unluckily) for her, Reiko used her quirk to stop Izuku right before he toppled over, sparring her from being crushed.
"My apologies, Midoriya," Reiko said, at least sounding sorry as she used her quirk on him, "but you were going to be standing there gaping at her all night unless I spoke up."
"Y-Yanagi?!" Izuku stammered, whirling around at her. She, at least, was dressed, in a tight blue sweater and jeans, and holding her hands out as a zombie. making sure he didn't collapse on their brown-haired classmate, "I - what are - I - I don't -"
"I am more than willing to explain," Reiko said patiently, "but first, Kinoko, please get dressed. There was absolutely no chance that this was going to work."
"Ah, but you didn't see him check me out!" Kinoko whined, flailing her arms. "He was two seconds from jumping on me and giving me the 'shroom!"
"If you didn't clear your throat, he would've never noticed we were here."
Thankfully, rather than argue more, Kinoko did as she was instructed and quickly got off the bed, Reiko rolling her eyes as she sashayed to her clothes, Izuku looking away with a red-covered face at her swaying ass. Reiko let him down gently onto the bed, which allowed Izuku to grab a pillow and slam it down on his lap, causing the ghost-girl to raise an eyebrow but not comment. He was a teenage boy, after all - she shouldn't be surprised.
"I - what are - what are you guys doing here? N-naked?"
"Well, Midoriya," Reiko explained, rolling her eyes as Kinoko put on her underwear, grumbling as she pulled her sports bra over her head, "we were coming upstairs to talk to you about something, but Kinoko had the idea to strip and wait for you, believing that you would simply jump in bed with her the moment you saw her. I am relieved that you did not," Reiko's eyes scanned the room, "I don't know if I would be comfortable watching this while our teacher is plastered all over the walls."
Izuku let out a small 'eep' and burned brighter, but still continued, "But - I don't - watch wha - I don't get it. What's - what's going on?"
"Well," Reiko sighed, and sat down in his computer chair, spinning it so she could look at him, "the explanation is, Midoriya, we need your help."
"My - my help?"
"Yeppers!" Kinoko was finally dressed, pulling her gym clothes back on, and sat down on Reiko's lap, planting her rather large butt in her lap while Reiko hummed in approval. "The truth is, Midoriya, we want you to help us with something!"
"I - okay. But - but what is it?"
"I ... suppose we can explain," Reiko said, "Midoriya, you may not know this, but Kinoko and I have started to date. We are now going out."
"O-oh! Oh, congratulations!" Izuku nodded, happy to hear that his friends were now dating, but then his brow wrinkled in confusion. "Wait. Then why were you ...?"
"Naked on your bed?" Reiko guessed, and Izuku gulped. "That was her own idea. I had the idea to come in here and wait for you, just so we were not overheard, but she quickly stripped and laid down on your bed. I didn't get to stop her in time before you came in. But we are getting off topic now. The truth is, Midoriya ..." she then took a deep breath, and continued, "Kinoko and I ... we have been intimate with each other."
"Intimate ...?" Izuku wondered out loud, a bit confused for a second, but then the lightbulb over his head lit up, the implications kicked in, and Izuku froze up, going very red in the face. The image of Kinoko and Reiko on a bed, naked, moaning and rubbing each other, kissing and groping ... oh, god, thank All Might his pillow was still covering his crotch, or that would've been even more embarrassing than he already was. Reiko and Kinoko seem to have guessed what he was thinking, however, smirking a bit at how red his face got again.
"Indeed," Reiko nodded, "Kinoko and I have had sex. But ... we have recently run into a bit of a problem."
"A ... problem?"
"Mm-hm." This time it was the ghost girl's turn to blush a bit, going slightly red in her pale cheeks. "We ... both have particular kinks, both different but with one thing in common. We do use dildos to alleviate our stress" (Izuku tried hard not to squeak at that implication and the image in his mind that followed it), "but recently, it hasn't really done it for us. They feel ... far too fake to satisfy us anymore. It's not that we are not attracted to each other, but parts of our kinks require the dildos, mostly because of how comfortable Kinoko is using them, so our sex life has suffered somewhat. Which is what brings us ... to you."
"To - to me?" Now, there was a part of Izuku that went on high alert, realizing somewhat where this was going. There was a pit of worry in his stomach that suddenly and painfully swelled when he realized what they were asking.
"Mm-hm!" Kinoko nodded happily, and leaned forward, anticipation on her face. "We wanna try the real thing!"
"The - the real thing?"
"Yeah!" Kinoko enthusiastically confirmed, rolling her eyes a bit at Izuku's slowness, "The dildos aren't doing it for us anymore, so we want a real penis! An actual mushroom for us to play with! And ..." she giggled menacingly, her eye narrowing slightly, "... we do have one mushroom we're want to play with."
"A mush - oh." Izuku was at first confused, but then he understood. The pit of worry in his stomach lurched painfully, and he felt a small twinge of sadness hit him, not exactly knowing where that came from.
"You," Reiko nodded. "Neither of us will lie - you are very attractive, Midoriya - and we are aware of your engagements with Setsuna and Yui. We do know that you are not in a relationship with either of them, so we were wondering if you would ... like to help us out. Before you answer," Reiko raised a hand before Izuku could speak, "please don't assume that this is us stealing you from them. We are simply asking for a night of your time, in order for you to come to one of our rooms and ... please us."
"I ... okay, just to make sure I - I understand," Izuku sighed, leaning forward to look at both of them, "you want me to ... come to your room and - and - and have sex with both of you?"
"Precisely," Reiko confirmed, "just know that it won't be both of us at the same time. Our kinks are ... it would be wise to fuck us one by one rather than at the same time. I ... don't think Kinoko would like where your penis has been after I'm done with it. So essentially, Kinoko would have sex with you first, and then I would be right after."
That shot a feeling of curiosity into Izuku - what kink would require that? - but still, the pit of worry made him hesitate to answer. "I - I don't think ..."
"You don't need to answer right away," Reiko assured him, and Kinoko nodded. "You can take some time to think about it, if you would like."
"I ... yeah. Yeah, I'll ..." Izuku sighed, and leaned back somewhat, frowning, "I'll think about it. Can I - can I get back to you tomorrow?"
"That's all we ask," Reiko nodded. "Now, let's get going, Kinoko. It's getting late."
"Sure thing!" Kinoko nodded happily, and the two girls stood up to leave. They waved goodbye to Izuku, and silently closed the door, leaving him in silence. Izuku stared blankly at the wall for a second, before he sighed and stood up, putting his pillow back on the bed and slowly walking out of his room, opening the door quietly and leaving it open as he slowly walked down the stairs, suddenly in desperate need of fresh air.
Everything that had happened in the last hour swirled around him. Going on the run with Pony, her confessing that she found him attractive, the passionate sex that they had, Kinoko laying naked on his bed, and Reiko's offer. Izuku knew that he was supposed to feel elated, kind of like how Kaminari or Mineta or any of the guys in his class would feel in this situation - several attractive girls throwing themselves at him, desperate to have sex with him, to please them - but instead, he felt empty.
As he reached the bottom floor, walking slowly towards the door, he felt his lips press into a thin line as he got lost in his thoughts. Sleeping with Pony, and the guilt that he felt for dragging her into this mess. Kinoko and Reiko, wanting him to enter their relationship just to fuck both of them. Setsuna, who used him as someone to dominate, and Yui using him to have sex, expressing that she didn't see him as a romantic partner. And that, Izuku closed his eyes as he reached the front door, was part of the problem.
All the girls saw him as someone to have sex with, to have a good time with ...
... but did they actually like him?
Izuku quietly opened the front door, stepping out into the humid night and standing at the porch, staring off at the stars as he wallowed in self-doubt, thoughts that had been swirling around in his head for weeks now but were now bursting through the surface. Did ... did any of these girls genuinely like spending time with him? He knew that they enjoyed having sex with him, he wasn't stupid enough to think that ... but did they actually like him? As a person? While they definitely hung out outside of school and sex, either eating dinner together or watching a movie, Izuku was scared of thinking about what would happen if sex was completely taken out of the picture. Would they just ... not want anything to do with him?
Because the truth was ... Izuku grimaced, turning away. The truth was, as vain or scummy as it sounded ... he knew he was starting to develop feelings. God damn him, and his emotional, heart-on-his-sleeve thoughts, but it was true. He couldn't just sleep with these girls and not feel anything. Yui, he remembered, usually sat down with him at night in the living room, reading her book while he wrote in his notebook, at least before they started having sex. Setsuna and him geeking out over Godzillo, her light teases and him occasionally snarking back, the elated look on her face whenever he hit her with a particularly good zinger. Pony, how cute she was whenever he tutored her in Japanese, and her goofy high fives when she got an answer correct.
And that was only the girls he had sex with, Izuku realized, what about everyone else? Kinoko, who teased him with mushrooms but was enthusiastic to walk with him to school, chatting about work. Reiko, who read his notes about heroes with a lot of interest, leaning forward to read her own entry and compliment him for his drawing skills. Ibara, who helped him learn more recipes, and who giggled whenever he screwed up or made a bit of a mess, patiently helping him clean up. And Itsuka, who was there for him every day, helping him get a new key, watching over him like a big sister, acting as someone he could talk to. Even if he wasn't sleeping with them, Izuku knew, deep down, he was starting to develop feelings for all the girls in this house.
Nothing like love, Izuku thought as he slowly went down the steps, but small crushes. He cursed himself for being scum, being attracted to every single girl in this house - and then felt despair, realizing that none of them saw him as someone romantic to pursue, but someone to just have fun with. What would happen when he inevitably moved out, back to his original house? Would they just move on to the next guy, or would they go their separate ways? Would they even talk to him anymore? And now he was considering messing up the relationships he had with Kinoko and Reiko, just like how sex now dominated his relationships with Yui and Setsuna, and made his and Pony's relationship awkward? How could he consider doing that?
As Izuku fell further and further into his depressive funk, his despairing thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a ratchet, the noises making him turn around in slightly surprise at the noise. He hadn't noticed the motorcycle sitting in their little driveway, propped up so it didn't topple over, and Itsuka sitting cross-legged, grumbling as she adjusted some bolts. Izuku blinked, and, without really thinking about it, walked over to speak to her. He didn't really have anything specific in mind to talk to her about, not even his worries about the rest of their house - he was moved by the instinct that he just wanted to talk to her.
Itsuka heard the sound of footsteps on the gravel, and she turned to see Izuku standing above her. Now that he could look at her, her face was covered in grease, smudged on her forehead and cheek, and her hair was done up in its usual ponytail. She wore a grey t-shirt underneath a pair of blue overalls, and a pair of work boots. She blinked in surprise at him - she had been wearing a scowl while she worked on her bike, but seeing Izuku standing above her, looking down in curiosity, made the frown disappear off her face.
"Hey," Itsuka greeted him, giving him a small wave.
"Hey," Izuku nodded, giving her a wobbly smile as he knelt down so they were face to face. "I - what're you doing?" He immediately cringed at the question - it was obvious what she was doing, idiot!
"Uh - just some adjustments," Itsuka seemed to ignore the stupidity in his question, turning back to look at her bike. "I, uh, don't think you've ever seen my baby, have you?"
"Er - no, I haven't."
"Well, Midoriya, this is my girl," Itsuka patted the seat, giving the bike a small smile, "I've been working on her since middle school. It was a project me and my dad started working on, then I got into U.A so I had to take her with me and put her in the garage. I've been getting her into working shape ever since."
"Uh - are you sure it's safe to ride a motorcycle?" Izuku asked, feeling concerned, "I heard that there's been a lot of motorcycle-related accidents over the years."
At this, Itsuka turned back to her roommate, her eyebrow raised skeptically.
"Are you of all people telling me to not risk getting injured, Mr. Break-His-Bones-Every-Other-Friday?"
"Erk. Uh ... good point."
Itsuka laughed, the first time she had all day, and grabbed her towel to wipe off her face. Admittedly, she had been in a pretty bad mood all day, the argument with Setsuna and Yui making her much more snappy in general - she may have had to apologize to Monoma when her usual chop slammed him into the ground - but strangely, talking to Izuku like this had calmed her heart, and she couldn't help but smile warmly as Izuku looked awkwardly around, inspecting her bike. After wiping off her face and checking the grime attached to the towel, she put it down and gave him a more genuine smile.
"So," she gestured to the bike with her head, "what do you think about my baby? Isn't she gorgeous?"
"Er - uh - y-yeah, she's - she's beautiful," Izuku nodded dumbly, not really sure what to say. Itsuka laughed again.
"That sounds like you're just saying that to appease me," she teased, waving her hand to make him come closer. "C'mere, look closer at the engine. I put a lot of work into it."
Izuku looked over at the engine, and crawled over to look. Itsuka, in her element, took great pleasure in explaining to Izuku about how her bike worked, and what she had to put together. It was one of the few times that she got as excitable as Izuku himself, talking giddily about the parts she wanted to buy, but this was much more different, because unlike anyone else she had shown her bike to, Izuku was genuinely listening. He asked her questions about the bike, showing attention to what she was talking to, and Itsuka felt her bad mood from all day evaporate as they lost track of the time talking, the lights from the lampposts illuminating them. As for Izuku, his conflicting thoughts about what he just did with Pony, the debauchery Reiko and Kinoko were offering, his fears that the rest of the house didn't actually like him, faded from his mind as he smiled at Itsuka geeking out in front of him, looking absolutely giddy.
"... so I just need to make sure that the brakes are working, and then my baby'll be good to hit the road," Itsuka said proudly, sitting back, folding her arms across her chest and allowing herself to smile smugly, making Izuku laugh a bit. As she smiled at the bike, a sudden idea came to her mind, and she turned to face the green-haired student.
"Tell you what, Midoriya - once she's all ready to go, how about I give you the first ride?"
"Huh? Me?" Izuku, feeling shocked, pointed to himself, as though she were referring to some other Midoriya.
"Yeah!" Itsuka nodded. "Trust me, the feeling of riding down the road, the wind in your face ..." she sighed dreamily, "... that's the stuff of dreams."
"I ..." Izuku thought for a second, imagining him holding Itsuka as they rode down the road, and felt himself smile a bit, warmth pooling in his heart. "You know what, sure! I'd - I'd be honored."
"Great!" Itsuka nodded proudly smiling, and turned her face to look at her bike again. It was only then that Izuku saw a smudge of grease still on her cheek, and pointed to it.
"Uh, Kendou, you still have a bit of grease on your face."
"Hm? Where?" Itsuka picked up her towel to wipe her face down again, but before she could, and before he could properly think this through, Izuku leaned forward, his hand outstretched to wipe the grease away. He used his palm to wipe the grease from her cheek, leaving it a bit smudgy but getting rid of most of the grease - but then it clicked for Izuku, as he registered how soft her cheek was, exactly what he was doing. His eyes widened and he felt heat explode on his cheeks as Itsuka turned her gaze to his, staring at him with shock in her eyes and a blush lightening her cheeks.
Oh god.
Oh fuck.
He was ...
He was holding her cheek.
He was holding her cheek in a ... a very ... a very romantic gesture.
A very romantic gesture towards his roommate, oh god, why was he still holding it?!
Artificially, as though Iida's mannerisms had been copied into him, Izuku robotically removed his hand, staring at her in horror as he shook. "I - I'm - I - I'm so - I'm sor - I -"
"It's ..." Izuku's rambling storm was quickly stopped before it got out of control, and he looked up to see Itsuka look away, a blush kissing her own cheeks as she bit her lip, "... it's okay, Midoriya."
"O-oh. I - yeah. Good."
"Yeah."
They then lapsed into an awkward silence, Izuku beginning to quietly mumble to himself and curse himself for his stupidity, while Itsuka stared at her bike, trying to get her blushing under control. Once she finally did that, Itsuka glanced at Izuku out of the corner of her eye, seeing him still ramble to himself, and sighed.
"Hey Midoriya," she asked, and Izuku shut up immediately, looking up at her, "why are you out here? I mean, it was nice talking about bikes and stuff, but why were you out here in the first place?"
What he was doing out here? Izuku blanked for a minute, trying to remember. He was - he was talking to Itsuka, enjoying her company, liking the fact that she was smiling again after having such an awkward morning, but why was he -
- and then he remembered. Oh. Right. His self-doubts. The girls. Yui. Setsuna. Pony. Reiko and Kinoko.
Reiko and Kinoko.
Pony.
Oh, no.
"Uh ... Midoriya?" Itsuka blinked, leaning in slightly. "Are ... you okay? You kinda ... paled."
"I ... I'm not going to lie." Izuku was already bracing himself, knowing that this wasn't going to end well - there really wasn't much point in lying, Itsuka was smart. She would figure it out eventually. "I ... kinda messed up."
"You messed up ... what?"
"Do you ... remember how I was, um ... you remember how I slept with Kodai and - and Tokage?"
Itsuka's expression fell almost at once, going from eyebrow-raising curiosity to blankness in one second flat.
"I, uh ..."
Now her eyes were narrowing, and Izuku gulped.
"I ... may have ..."
"Midoriya."
"Y-yes, Kendou?"
"Midoriya, what did you do?"
"I ..." Izuku took a deep breath, and looking straight at the ground, muttered, "I had sex with Tsunotori."
There were several long seconds of brutal silence, Izuku staring a hole into the ground while Itsuka glared a hole into him, hearing absolutely nothing but crickets in the distance as Izuku braced for pain. Finally, Itsuka spoke.
"... you slept with Pony."
"Y-yes."
"... Pony."
"Yeah."
Itsuka took a deep breath, clenching a fist, and felt herself begin to shake. "Midoriya, I want to tell you that sleeping with Setsuna and Yui was stupid, but at least I get it. They came onto you. But this? This is no doubt the stupidest thing you've done."
Izuku cringed, wincing at the anger in her voice. "Yeah."
"Pony - I -" Itsuka grabbed her face, taking a shaking breath as she felt herself get angrier and angrier, "Pony - the one girl who's super emotional, who gets attached to stuff so easily, the last person I thought you'd - you'd actually have s - oh, my god, I can't even say it."
"I'm ... sorry."
"Sorry -?!" Itsuka looked exasperated, shaking her head. "Midoriya, I literally - look, I - Goddamn it, am I the only person in this house that doesn't think with their -?!"
At this, she forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she picked up her bike and threw it at him, and then gritted out, "Who's idea was it? Yours or hers?"
"H-hers."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Y-yes!" Izuku insisted, looking up at her angered face with a bit of fear. "Kendou, I swear to god, I wasn't the one who pushed myself on her!"
Itsuka continued to glare at him, as though trying to make him break just by staring hard at him, but Izuku never wavered. Finally, Itsuka let out a long sigh, biting her lip, and then returned her heated gaze to him.
"Alright, no more beating around the bush. Is there anyone else? I don't care if you've slept with them or not, just tell me."
Wincing, Izuku nodded numbly, and Itsuka sighed.
"Who?"
Shaking slightly, Izuku explained what had happened in his room, Kinoko and Reiko being together, their problem, and how they wanted to fix it, with him. Itsuka listened in silence, her expression never changing as Izuku finished telling her what happened. He left out his doubts about the other girls, though - he had the feeling that Itsuka wasn't exactly in the pitying mood right now. No need to burden her with his stupid thoughts.
"... so now, I don't know what to do," Izuku confessed, "I was - I was going to take a walk to think, so I could find out what I should do, but I'm -"
"You're probably going to sleep with them."
Izuku blinked, looking up at Itsuka as she threw her dry cloth back down onto her tools, wiping her hand on her overalls. She had a frown on her face, glaring at the ground as she stood up and put her tools away. Izuku stared in confusion as she closed the toolbox and stood up to leave. "Uh ... Kendou? I ... what?"
"I said you're probably going to sleep with them."
"But ... but I ...?"
"... you're wondering what I think you should do?"
Izuku nodded, and Itsuka huffed, turning away. She was having a difficult time hiding how disappointed she was with him.
"I'd tell you not to do it ... but I already know you're not going to listen to me."
Izuku flinched at that, but as Itsuka went back up the stairs and opened the front door, not looking back at him, Izuku felt ashamed that he could not refute what she said.
Inside, after washing her face, Itsuka threw her clothes into a corner in her room, grumbling, and flung herself onto her bed in her underwear, grabbing the comforter and pulling it up to her chin. Several angry thoughts were swirling in her head, anger at Izuku, at Yui, at every girl in the house bar Ibara. She wanted to wail on her punching bag, but she was concerned that she'd break something in her hand this time. Turning on her side, she continued to swirl in her angry thoughts, a tightening in her chest as she continued feeling furious.
But subconsciously, she raised her hand and cupped her cheek, the same position Izuku had on her cheek earlier. She was still extremely pissed at him, wanting to shake him with her largened hands and force him to think for once, but still, she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the memory of his touch.
Because, even though it had been calloused, scarred, a bit malformed ...
... it felt ...
... it felt so nice.
Izuku wasn't surprised the next morning, when he had woken up a bit later due to laying in his bed unsleeping for hours last night, that Itsuka was nowhere to be found when he got downstairs for his run. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down a bit, before he opened the door and went for his run by himself. Ibara was also nowhere to be found, probably having already left, not bothering to wait for him. That left Izuku alone with his thoughts, as he despaired over how badly he messed up, and how his entire friendship with Itsuka probably went down the drain.
Once he came back, he slowly opened the door, and saw the girls sitting at the table, talking with each other while laughing. Itsuka and Ibara were both missing, leaving the small group only Setsuna, Pony, Yui, Kinoko and Reiko. Setsuna glanced at him out of the corner of her eye when he closed the door, and raised a hand in greeting.
"Yo!" She said cheerfully, "You're back late!"
When she had called out to him, Pony turned in her seat, and saw that it was Izuku who was approaching. Her eyes widened, and she went very red in the face. She quickly stood up, startling everyone while she looked anywhere but him.
"I - I forgot, I was - I was meeting up with - with Awase - yeah, Awase! I should - I should get to it! Don't want to be late!" After sputtering that out, Pony immediately ran towards the door and brushed past, grabbing her backpack from the front and quickly leaving the house. Izuku stared after her, a feeling of guilt building up within him while the other girls stared in confusion.
"Uh ..." Setsuna blinked, glancing back and forth, "... the eff was that?"
"I believe," Yui said, scooping up some cereal and chewing, "that Midoriya and Pony were together last night. Did you two have sex?"
"Erk! I, uh ..." Izuku tried to make up an excuse, attempting to say that she was mistaken - but then he realized it was just him, her, Setsuna, Reiko and Kinoko - people who definitely knew. Izuku felt himself slump down in defeat as he slowly took a seat. "Yeah."
"Woo! Go, Parsley!" Setsuna cheered, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "I knew you could do it! You must've rocked Pony's world, seeing how fast she ran outta here!"
"Er - I guess," Izuku said, still feeling guilty - god, he couldn't even keep it in his pants, and now Pony might not even be able to look him in the eye from now on - and he pulled an apple to him, taking a small bite. After swallowing, he asked, "W-where Kendou and Shiozaki?"
"Ibara left already, she had something to hand in to Midnight," Setsuna shrugged, returning to her breakfast, "and Itsuka didn't really talk to us before she left - apparently, she's got to report something to Vlad King."
Vlad King? While he chewed on his apple, Izuku suddenly felt like puking, staring up at her in horror. What he told her last night - about sleeping with Pony - wait, would she - would Itsuka - would she think that this was the last straw? Was she going to tell him?! Before Izuku could panic more, Setsuna seemed to realize what he was thinking, and reached out to take his hand gently, giving it a squeeze and turning his attention to her.
"Hey, it's all good," she assured him kindly, "Vlad King just asked the reps from each house to report to him if there were any problems. Itsuka's kinda got a stick up her ass right now, but she wouldn't sell you out - and even if she did, we'd just lie and say you weren't. Six against one, Vlad King wouldn't believe her."
He wasn't exactly assured by that - in fact, the thought of Itsuka getting in trouble herself sent a big bolt of guilt down him - but before he could say anything, Yui glanced at Reiko and Kinoko, and a sudden thought came to her.
"Wait, were we keeping this a secret from you?" she asked, "I forget, did you know Midoriya was sleeping with us?"
"Indeed," Reiko nodded back. "We are well aware that you three have been sleeping together - the walls are quite thin, after all. In fact, we have actually made our own offer to Midoriya last night."
"Whaaat?" Setsuna whipped around and leaned forward, eyes widened. "You serious, guys? Like a threesome?"
"No, no, not like that," Reiko shook her head while Kinoko giggled. The girls were unaware that Izuku was looking more and more uncomfortable the longer that they talked about it, kind of squirming in his seat. "We simply asked Midoriya if he would like to have sex with us separately, while the other partner watched. Think of it more like voyeur sex, or watching a porn video - just with no video, and it's in front of you. Speaking of that, Midoriya ..." she and Kinoko turned their attention to him, and Izuku felt a lurch in his stomach again, "... I do believe that you said that you'd answer us today. Do you need more time to think about it, or have you made your decision?"
Izuku stared at her and Kinoko, seeing the brown-haired girl quivering in excitement while Reiko looked interested. His every being was telling him to say no, to not get in any more trouble than he potentially could - Itsuka's disappointed face last night kept coming to mind, and how guilty he had felt after Pony ran away this morning. Before he could answer, though, a sudden image came to him if he had said no at the table.
"Oh." Reiko would say, looking disappointed. Kinoko would also falter, looking downcast. "I see. Well, it's your choice, Midoriya. I guess ... we'll find someone else."
Both Setsuna and Yui would give him weird looks, before scoffing somewhat and returning to their breakfasts.
"Jeez, man," Setsuna would mutter, "they were just asking for you to help them out, and you said no? That's fucking rude."
"Mm-hm." Yui would nod. "You think you're too good for them?"
After that, the girls would get up and leave him alone, not really interested in him anymore. They wouldn't even want to look at him anymore. They'd be like Itsuka, giving him disappointed looks and not want to speak to him anymore. His heart hurt, even more than the guilt coursing through him. He couldn't ... he couldn't handle that. He couldn't ...
" ... I, uh ..." Izuku cleared his throat, and, although the rational part of his brain was screaming not to say it, nodded. "... I - yeah, I'll - I'll help you out."
"Really?!" Kinoko gasped, leaning forward in her seat while smiling widely. Izuku gave a stiff nod, and she giggled happily. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! We're going to have so much fun!"
"Indeed, thank you for doing this, Midoriya," Reiko gave him a small smile, nodding. "In that case, are you busy tonight? We can get started with Kinoko, I can wait."
"I ... yeah, yeah, sure."
"Very good."
"Ooh, sounds like a great time!" Setsuna nodded enthusiastically, looking somewhat hopeful. "Yo, so is this like an audience thing? Can we watch too? I'd love to see Midoriya fuck Kinoko!"
"No, it isn't," Reiko shook her head. "While it would be nice for a more selective audience to watch, we're only comfortable that it's just the two of us. You know, since we're dating."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Setsuna gasped, her jaw dropping. "You two are dating?!"
"Indeed."
Setsuna exploded into a squealing mess, and practically threw herself over the table to hug her friends while Kinoko laughed. While they all laughed and congratulated each other, Izuku was left sitting in his chair, guilt and anxiety starting to overcome him.
"That sounds pretty good, Kendou," Vlad King nodded, satisfied, checking a mark off his clipboard as he leaned against the desk. "Sounds like you're all getting along pretty well."
"That's right, Vlad King," Itsuka nodded, already dressed in her uniform and standing in front of the teacher's desk in the lounge. It had been asked yesterday that the representatives from each house in Class 1B meet with Vlad King early in the morning, so he could check up on them and how their house has been doing. She was standing beside Monoma and Tetsutetsu, who had already given their reports, and Monoma's snide remarks about his classmates went pretty much ignored.
Once it was Itsuka's turn, while she did remain very truthful about how her house had been running, especially with their new guest, she was sure to leave out some ... more specific and personal details. Like the girls taking turns with having sex with the only guy in the house. Itsuka scowled when she thought about it, her yelling at Midoriya last night still fresh on her mind. She was still angry at him, although she also was feeling pretty guilty when she woke up this morning - she shouldn't have went off on him like that, but he was starting to make this extremely difficult.
"Alright," Vlad King nodded again, and excused them out the door, "you guys are excused. If you wanted to go do something else, you can - you guys have got class in an hour."
The three students nodded, and went out the door to find something to do. Testutetsu said goodbye to them, intending to go to the gym and meet up with Eijirou to work out for a bit, but before Itsuka could head off to the cafeteria, in order to find something small to eat, Monoma cleared his throat behind her.
"Wait a moment, Kendou," he spoke up. "I've got something to ask you."
Blinking, Itsuka turned to her classmate, already feeling a smidge of suspicion. She did like her classmate, she did, but his blind obsession with getting one over on Class 1A meant that she was pretty much the only one he talked to about his conspiracy theories, or his accusations of treachery. Still, he hadn't done anything yet to earn his karate-chop, so she begrudgingly nodded and followed him down the hall, away from the teacher's offices.
Once they were a good distance away, Monoma sighed and turned. He leaned against the wall while Itsuka waited for him to speak.
"Kendou," he started, "I like to think that we're friends, right?"
"Er - right." Itsuka nodded, already pretty sure where this was going.
"And ... you do know you can talk to me about anything, right?" he asked, a look of sympathy on his face. "Anything that's bothering you? I can kinda tell that you were holding something back when we were talking to Vlad King."
Itsuka did her best not to freeze up and pretend like that hadn't made her jumpy. In between his constant theatrics and drama, it was easy to forget that Monoma was much smarter and perspective than most people gave him credit for. He had a frightening talent of being able to read people. And if he could see that she was hesitating on telling Vlad King something ...
"Nothing's wrong, Monoma," Itsuka reiterated, crossing her arms, "like I said to Vlad King, everything's fine."
Monoma looked like he didn't believe her, but he still nodded. "Very well. But please, Kendou, if anything does happen in your house, please don't hesitate to reach out to me, okay? I care about you guys. I don't want anything to happen."
"I ... fine, Monoma," Itsuka shook her head, sighing. "I'm heading to the cafeteria now. See you later."
Monoma nodded as she walked away, still smiling kindly - which immediately dropped off his face the moment she was out of sight, returning to an angry grimace. He was no fool - he could easily tell that Itsuka was lying to him. And coupled with what he overheard a few days ago - that conversation between the annoying brown-haired twat from Class 1A, and the idiot interferring in Class 1B's business - he already knew that she was holding back on telling Vlad King what was going on.
Now, part of Monoma was tempted to cut the bullshit and tell Vlad King - after all, sleeping with the roommates went beyond what Midoriya agreed to when he moved in, that was what Vlad King said to the girls when he told the class a guy from 1A was moving in - but he still held off. He would tell Vlad King, no doubt, but ... he also wanted to make sure the idiot suffered for corrupting his poor classmates. Luckily he knew just what to do.
From what he gathered, Midoriya was very self-conscious about himself, overthinking everything. Monoma felt a smirk grace his lips - if that was the case, he knew exactly what he needed to do to break the stupid green-haired idiot.
School that day was very, very long. At least, to Izuku it was. He felt like he was going even slower than usual, not really able to concentrate on classes while Aizawa droned on, distracted during their long run that Katsuki blew him into a bush, not even paying attention to art, where Midnight was flashing what looked like pornographic imagery on the screen, much to Mineta's delight. All his thoughts swirled on was what was coming up tonight, and the pangs of guilt that were building up in him.
Once he finally got home, he helped Ibara make dinner, half-listening to her saying that she was planning to hang out with Pony in her room, wondering why the horse-girl was suddenly so shy. They ate dinner quietly, Itsuka not looking at anyone while Setsuna and Yui chatted happily, and Reiko and Kinoko kept glancing at Izuku. Finally, after dinner was done and the dishes were washed, everyone went to bathe, and Izuku patiently waited his turn. Once he was done in the shower, he told Ibara that he was going to his room to study, to which she happily bade him goodnight.
But the truth was, he stopped on the third floor, and headed over to Reiko's room. The girl had texted him, telling him that this was the room they intended to get busy in, and he took one last sigh as he approached the purple door, decorated in cartoon bats and other spooky stuff, and knocked gently on the door.
It took three seconds for Reiko to open it, looking at him and nodding. Behind her, Kinoko was laying on the bed, dressed in a small dress, and grinned mischievously when she saw him.
"Very good," Reiko nodded, and stepped aside. "Let's get this started."
Gulping, Izuku nodded as well, and stepped into the room.
