Izuku was packing up his school supplies when Momo Yaoyorozu walked towards his desk.

Wait, no - she must've been approaching someone near him.

Except the two people in front and behind him were Mineta and Kacchan.

Yeah, she was definitely walking towards him. Which was strange, considering he could count the amount of conversations they had on both hands and still have 10 fingers free.

He didn't know why they hadn't spoken since starting UA in all honesty. They were both smart, studious and driven to become heroes. If anything, they'd make great friends on paper.

So long as you factored out his crippling social awkwardness. His mouth didn't listen to his brain half the time.

Oh well - here she was standing in front of his desk, and there wasn't much delaying it now.

"H-hey Yaoyoruzu! How can I help?"

Shit - goddamn stutter.

1 small stammer for a first conversation could be excused though.

"Sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if you could do me a favour."

Forcing himself to look up from his desk, Izuku made eye contact and found that she looked just as anxious as he felt.

Guess that was another similarity to throw into the books.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I'm struggling somewhat with Hero Art History. I don't suppose you'd mind assisting me?"

Bullshit - he beat her by a single mark in the last test.

Not that he was looking at other people's scores for comparisons.

It did help his ego that he received the best score though.

He still didn't know how Kaminari misspelt his name.

Was she that much of a perfectionist that 1 mark below the top scorer was considered struggling?

As much as he'd like to ask, that'd be admitting he was staring at her test result. Then he'd be outed as some sort of score-stalker, which would be spread as a rumour across the school, leading to an inflated rumour that stated he was a people-stalker, resulting in his expulsion from UA and consequent arrest-

"It's fine Midoriya, I also look at other people's results as a measure for my own grades."

Shit - goddamn muttering.

At least he didn't seem like a weird stalker to her. And if he did, then she'd be in the same boat.

"In that case, I'm down for it. When should we meet with the others?"

Momo tilted her head in response, which was alarmingly adorable with the way her nose scrunched up slightly.

Hang on, adorable?

Wait, don't fall for it Izuku. Didn't mum call this tactic "honey-trapping"?

It didn't matter, because it was working at sending his heartbeat into a frenzy.

"Hm? Others? I was hoping it'd just be us. Would your room be alright?"

No - definitely not alright.

As much as he loved All Might, he had the man plastered on every free inch of his wall, and embarrassing himself for the brief minute at the room showcase was bad enough.

Imagine if she ended up forming a strange opinion of him after sticking around for over an hour.

Then she'd tell her friends I was a weird All-Might stalker, which would eventually spread to the rest of the school, evolving the rumour into a people-stalker, resulting in his expulsion from UA and consequent arrest-

He was broken out of his thoughts by a giggle, and looked up to find her with her hand covering her mouth.

Man she was cute.

Did he need to sew his mouth shut between his sentences? His habit was kicking him in the ass.

"In that case, would my room suffice? I'd like to ensure you're as comfortable as possible."

He took it all back - his habit was kicking his ass straight into heaven.

1 conversation and he was whipped - was this normal?

He hoped not - he still hadn't spoken properly to half the other girls in the class, and he didn't want this to be a recurrence.

Wait, he was getting sidetracked.

First he had to accept the cute girl's offer to study in her room.

"Yessir."

Fuck it - it was a better response than stuttering.

Thankfully moving away from his embarrassing response, she grabbed his hand in both of hers. "Wonderful! Come anytime after 6, just ensure you knock."

As she released his hand and left the classroom, Izuku wasn't shaken out of his catatonic state until Kacchan thankfully flicked him in the forehead.

"Oi, save the wet dreams for tonight. You promised me training later."

Fucking cockblock.

"But if you're gonna be thinking about cowtits while we're fighting, forget it. We'll fight tomorrow. Now get out the classroom - I ain't waking your ass up a second time."

Best wingman ever.

"Thanks Kacchan!"

Izuku wasn't sure how long he stood outside Momo's door until he decided to finally knock.

Hell - he spent a good hour picking out his best casual shirt for the occasion.

This one was labelled 'Pants'.

His clothing was goddamn hilarious and he'd fight anyone who said otherwise.

Taken out of his musing by the door opening, he found himself facing a Momo with her hair down, clad in short shorts and a tank top.

Holy shit - that tank top definitely wasn't built for her.

Deciding to look down to keep his thoughts as pure as possible, he instead found himself facing her bare thighs, which erased any previous thoughts regarding her chest.

This settled it - breasts were for cavemen.

Thighs were for men.

Hold on - bad Izuku. Study first, horny later.

Momo smiled upon speaking. "Thanks for coming! It was really short notice, so I appreciate it a whole lot more."

"It's fine, thighs-there's not much else I'd usually be doing now anyway."

Holy shit Izuku - get your head out of the clouds.

Soft clouds.

Like thighs.

Fucks sake.

Thankfully, Momo didn't seem to notice his slip up, or didn't want to mention it at the very least.

Who was he kidding - she definitely noticed. She was just being nice.

"Still, thank you all the same. Come in - the room's awfully packed, so we'll have to make do on the bed."

Did she even know what she was implying?

Why was he here in the first place?

Oh yeah - studying.

Might as well maintain some semblance of wanting to get work done.

"Are you sure? I don't mind using the desk."

Of course, he very much minded, but he didn't want to look like some sort of degenerate horndog.

That was the difference between Mineta and normal guys like Izuku - all the impure thoughts remained inside the mind.

Well, that and about an extra meter in height.

Hell - Eri was taller than the guy.

"Nonsense - it would be far too inefficient for one of us to be separated while we're meant to be studying together, and the desk fits one."

Izuku took a moment to appreciate how earnest she sounded before he was promptly grabbed by the hand and thrown onto the bed.

Rather forcefully, he might add. He could feel nail marks around his palm.

God that was kinda hot.

"Uh, right, sorry. Let's begin." Izuku fumbled out, sitting up to push past the degeneracy festering in his mind and choosing to dig out a few notebooks, laying them out on the bed.

Momo swiftly joined him, throwing herself onto the bed next to him and grabbing her notebook to start learning.

"So, which part did you lose marks on?"

"Oh, Edgeshot's solo raid on the 'Kamino Krazzies'."

Huh, he was certain that wasn't on the test. Then again, he remembered skipping a question due to time running out.

"Sorry, could you provide any details? I might've missed the question, so we might as well get it done together."

Momo's eyes widened substantially in response.

"Oh? You scored higher than me while missing a question? How...interesting."

That tone at the end sounded positively scary.

Like, crazy yandere bitch level scary.

But strangely alluring.

At the very least, if she's gonna kill him, he might be able to convince her to choke him out with her thighs.

On second thoughts, maybe he should start making her mad in the hopes that his dream would come true.

He was kidding, of course. His mind wasn't nearly stupid enough to go along with such a convoluted plan.

His mouth on the other hand had a mind of its own.

"Honestly, I'm certain I missed another question at the end-mmph!"

Izuku was cut off swiftly by his air flow being disrupted.

Was she smothering him to death?

Holy shit the horny thoughts worked!

Wait, no, these didn't feel like thighs. Plus he had a face infront of him. Lips! That's what they were.

Then it clicked that her lips were touching his.

Very forcefully.

As he was about to raise his hands reflexively in protest, he was pushed down by the shoulders onto the bed, with his mouth still covered.

His eyes were still open, and he found himself staring into her onyx eyes. He could practically see her desire peeking through those orbs.

Just as he was able to take a breath through his nose, he felt one hand move from his shoulder to his snout, closing off any air entry through their passage.

Did his thoughtless goading actually piss her off to the point of wanting to kill him?

No fair - he asked for thighs as his death wish dammit!

His natural instincts kicked in, and he opened his mouth to breath, only to find a tongue in place of where the air was meant to be entering.

As he felt her grip on his nose loosen and her hand returned to his shoulder, Izuku was able to inhale through his nasal pathways between pauses in the lip lock and get his thoughts straight.

He was making out with Momo Yaoyorozu.

Well, not making out exactly. It was more like being pushed down and having his tongue being treated like a lollipop.

Which was a LOT hotter than simply making out.

Moving his hands from their awkward position in the air, he allowed them to rest on her waist as she was ravaging his jaws.

Wait, was she straddling him right now? Why in the hell was he wasting his hands on her waist?

Moving his palms down her body towards her legs, he them rest on her smooth thighs before tentatively squeezing, eliciting a small moan from the aggressively driven girl.

That settled it - Kacchan must've fought him earlier and blasted him to heaven. The wingmaning was too good to be true!

Wait, why was he thinking of fucking Kacchan at a time like this? He had 'studying' to do.

Continuing to massage her upper legs more thoroughly, he began reciprocating the kiss more intensively, receiving even harsher tongue twisting from her in return.

Where the hell was the kind, modest Yaoyorozu?

Screw it - this version was much better.

Moving one hand to the small of her back, he began sitting up slightly, only to be forced back down by the shoulders.

Not that he was going to protest - this rough treatment was strangely better than he imagined.

Could he piss her off to the point where she'd get even rougher?

Wait, masochism bad.

Don't wanna develop any strange habits.

It'd be a nightmare as a Pro Hero if he got caught moaning while getting his ass kicked.

He was infinitely more glad he was doing this in Momo's room - he wasn't sure he'd be able to deal with All Might merch watching him with a girl's tongue rammed down his gullet.

After what felt like an eternity of making out, Momo finally separated from him with a flushed look on her face.

He doubted he looked any better.

And judging by the fact that he felt like his dick was captive in a hydraulic press, these jeans sure as hell didn't make him feel any better.

After regaining their breath for a while, Momo hopped off of Izuku's lap, much to his displeasure.

"So, did you enjoy it?"

Was there even a word to describe how much he did?

"Yessir."

Green haired awkward idiot.

Righting his thoughts, he decided to ask the question on the forefront of his mind. "Why?"

"Why did you enjoy it? I believe that you experienced a rush of endorphins from intimate contact with-"

"No, not that. I mean why did you...y'know..."

"Pounce on you like the vulnerable rabbit that you are?"

"I could do without the strangely arousing dirty talk but that worked too."

"I'm somewhat sapiosexual."

Oh.

Well that offered 'somewhat' of an explanation.

"And..?"

"You're the first person I've ever met in my age range who's displayed intelligence on my scale."

As flattered as he was, he still felt like he was missing something.

"Well, yeah, but what's the difference between me and Iida? Or Kacchan?"

Momo titled her head as if the answer was written plain as day. "They're clearly intelligent, but it's not the type of intelligence I'm interested in. Their personalities also don't mesh too well with my preferences. However, you're the first person to surpass me in an exam, and while it was only Hero Art History, you also did so while missing questions."

Could this contribute as a win in his spars with Kacchan? They were currently 79-78 and the asshole wouldn't shut up about the extra win he had over him.

Izuku's thoughts were cut short by Momo speaking up once more, much more sheepishly than she had previously. "Unless you didn't like it, of course. I understand I was a little...heavy-handed."

How the hell could someone go from sadistic seductress to cute anxious mess in such a short amount of time?

"God no - you weren't heavy-handed enough!"

Shit, horny brain was controlling the words on that one.

"A-ah, right. I'll take that into account...for next time?"

There was gonna be a next time?

Fuck yes!

"Right, I'd definitely be interested in a next time."

Christ Izuku, what is this, a business deal?

"I see, thank you for today."

Damn, it was over already?

As if sensing his thoughts, Momo gripped him by the neck and drew him into another deep kiss.

When he felt a little lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, she let go and pushed him down onto the bed before harshly kissing his jawline, eliciting an instinctive groan from him.

Before he could regain his bearings, he received a much heavier peck above his collarbone, with Momo latching on for a good few seconds before releasing him, allowing him to relax.

As he caught his breath, he looked up to find Momo's smirking face.

No woman had any right to look that intimidating.

He was tempted to convert to villainy for the sole chance of getting his ass kicked by her.

Pause, masochism dangerous.

No bad habits Izuku.

...

Fuck it - he fell into the deep pit of degeneracy when he caught a glimpse of those thighs.

Izuku watched Momo rise to her feet as she grabbed him by the collar, dragging him up out of bed as she leaned in.

"Off you hop little rabbit." She whispered by his ear, with her left hand scratching at his Adam's apple.

Yeah, no chance he was becoming a villain.

Landing himself in prison was a surefire way to be deprived of whatever this strange kinky shit was.

Also, crime was bad. Can't forget that side detail.

Momo slowly dragged him out of the room before throwing him out the doors and closing it behind him.

After regaining his balance to ensure he didn't topple over, Izuku's bearings returned to him and left him with one remaining thought.

This was by far the worst case of blue balls he'd ever had to experience.

Izuku woke up the next morning with some form of post-sleep clarity - what in the fuck took place last evening?

And naturally, any thoughts of the previous night instantly left him needing to take a very cold shower.

Thank god it was the morning instead of the middle of class.

Hang on, how the hell was he meant to survive class? How was he even meant to act in class? Were him and Momo a thing now, or was this some secretive fifty shades shit?

He wasn't sure his horny monkey brain would find it in his heart to complain if it was the latter.

Izuku spent the remainder of his morning getting showered and ready for class, only to find his backpack and all his books strangely outside the door to his room.

Huh - he must've left them in Momo's room yesterday. He'd have to thank her later.

Heading into class, he quickly found his seat behind Kacchan, who looked back towards him before smirking slightly.

The hell happened this time?

Izuku looked down discretely to ensure he didn't end up with a painfully obvious erection or something embarrassing like that. He didn't know if he could control his hormones after the shitshow last night.

Once confirming that he thankfully wasn't pitching a tent, he looked back towards Kacchan, who was gesturing to his neck.

"Blowing off our fight to get blown off, huh?" He asked, with that same shit-eating grin resting on his face.

How in the hell did he know? Was it some sort of sex-sixth-sense?

No, don't be ridiculous - there wasn't even any sex involved.

Plus that sixth sense is impossible. Can't forget that side detail.

Which brought him back to the thought about his neck. Whenever Kacchan gestures towards it before, it usually meant he was going to wring out mine in a fight, but this clearly had nothing to do with combat.

Then Momo's actions last night came back into clarity.

Peck on the neck? The bitch gave him a damn hickey!

Quickly raising his hand to cover it as discretely as possible, Izuku rested his elbow on the desk to make it appear he was leaning casually before levelling the most impressive glare he could.

Well, impressive with a bright red face from embarrassment.

"Snitch and I'll spar with Todoroki instead."

Unsurprisingly, Kacchan didn't take the threat very seriously and simply laughed in response before turning to face the front.

Just as Izuku was prepared to throw himself out of the window, he received a notification on his phone and was surprised to find a picture attached from Momo.

Wait, he read enough hentai to know how this would go - it's definitely a sexy shower pic!

That would explain why she wasn't here as early as usual. She must've been setting up the steam and shit to censor her breasts.

If that was even possible.

As much as Izuku would've liked to simply move on with his day, a man does not simply leave a shower pic unopened. Once checking to ensure nobody was watching, he opened the previously empty chat with Momo, only to find his desire for a shower pic unsatisfied.

Yaoyorozu M : I woke up to a note on my desk saying "Get away from him you shota loving bitch!"

Yaoyorozu M : ( /image/ )

Yaoyorozu M : Should I be worried?

If Izuku was thinking straight, he probably would've responded a little more eloquently. However, after being called a shota, all common sense was thrown out of the window.

Me : After class, we're going on a yandere hunt. Nobody mocks my height and gets away with it.

Yaoyorozu M : Whatever you say my little rabbit~

Yaoyorozu M : Wait, I got called a bitch too. What about me?

Me : You're a strong independent woman. Fight your own battles.

Yaoyorozu M : ( /image/ )

And here he was stuck with a boner in class.

Totally worth it though.