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Stalking through the hallways, Bakugo's perpetual anger was only amplified by the presence of his companion.

Why the fuck did he have to be stuck with him?

Out of all the scum he'd had the misfortune of meeting in his life, this daddy-issue infested prick was the worst of them all.

And the worst thing about it? He couldn't even beat him up to take out his anger.

Every single fucking time they fought, the vermin REFUSED to use his fire.

Hell, he could forgive it at the sports festival. He was dealing with his dickhead of a father, so that could be excused.

But every other fight after that? Every other training exercise where they were paired up against each other?

The fucker still didn't use his flames. Even when it was plainly obvious that he couldn't win without them.

What made it infinitely worse was that he used his fire against everyone else in the class - even that weak shitty grape haired loser!

Was he insinuating he wasn't worth his fire? Insinuating he was weaker than grapehead?

Fuck that - he needed answers. He was stuck with him on this yandere treasure hunt anyway, so he may as well use it to fix the biggest thorn in his side since enrolling in UA.

At the very least, if there was a perfectly rational reason, he might gradually forgive him, as long as he worked around whatever his issues were so he'd finally get the fight he'd been hoping for.

Turning around to face the subject of his ire, Bakugo decided to take the plunge.

"Oi, Icyhot."

"Bakugo."

"Why don't you ever use your flames against me?"

"Oh, I don't want to."

"Yeah, no fucking shit. But why? Is it some psychological reason?"

Todoroki raised his hand to his chin contemplatively. "I suppose you could phrase it like that."

His patience was wearing so damn thin.

"To be honest, I'm only really doing it to piss you off."

"...hah?"

"Mhm. You can't claim you're stronger than me if I'm constantly holding back, which must piss you off more than anything, right?"

Bakugo growled in response, his rage festering.

"I guess you can think of it as giving you a chance at beating me." Todoroki finished with a small smirk. "God knows you couldn't do it if I went all out."

Oh.

Oh this fucker was dead.

He was doing it for fun?

Oh he'd show him fun. He was going to wring his fucking neck out, pull out every single one of his teeth, rip every nail out of their beds and shove the nails in his gums, with the teeth replacing his nails in their beds, before reaching so down his—

Wait - he couldn't do that.

Even with his shitty nails in his mouth, the fucker would still have that shit eating smile. He was certain he'd still refuse to use his fire out of sheer stubbornness.

As loath as Bakugo was to admit it, for once, violence wasn't the solution.

He had to get inventive - and he had the perfect fucking plan.

This shitstain would regret every single fight he humiliated him in.

But for now, he'd have to...endure it. It'd all be worth it in the end.

Opting to simply say nothing, he continued his brisk walk towards the lunch hall, prompting Todoroki to follow behind.

"So...I don't suppose you know where to find any of these people?"

"Midnight."

"Right, any others?"

"Fucking hell, no! What is this, 21 goddamn questions?"

"No, I believe I only asked two."

Bakugo grit his teeth in frustration.

This was another reason why he didn't want to be paired with the candy cane haired piece of fiery shit.

Deku better be doing some actual investigating instead of sucking face with cowtits.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, the duo looked towards one other.

"So how are we going to do this?"

"I'm not asking a teacher if they want to fuck Deku. We'll leave Midnight to the other two. We're finding this Ibara Shiozaki bitch first." Bakugo replied, before stomping off.

At least this would make it painfully clear to the bastard that he wasn't interested in a conversation. He had revenge to be planning.

"Bakugo."

God fucking dammit.

"What?" Bakugo seethed, turning to face him.

"Didn't you say you didn't know where anyone else was?"

"Well then I've clearly found a way to locate her. You got any more redundant questions for me? Want me to pull my trousers down so you can count the hairs on my balls? Because that'd be a much better way to spend your time than fucking harassing me!" He barked out, resulting in silence across the lunch hall.

Until Todoroki broke it a few seconds later.

"Technically, if you did that, you'd be harassing me."

Deep breaths Katsuki.

Deep fucking breaths.

Screw it - their little drama set them up with a prime opportunity anyway.

Standing on the closest table, Bakugo issued his request as politely as he could muster.

"Which of you extras is Ibra Shokazi?"

Todoroki interjected from beside the table. "Actually, it's Ibara Shiozaki."

"Yeah, what the dipshit said. Fess up."

After a little murmuring, a vine-haired girl emerged from a crowd.

Wait - now he remembered!

She's the one who made dunce-face look like an even bigger idiot at the sports festival.

Maybe this extra wouldn't be too bad to talk to.

"By God's grace, I have been granted the strength in my legs to emerge from the crowd to answer your call. What is your request, ruffian?"

Fucking Deku - this was all his fault.

"Fuck, Izuku, this is all your fault!"

He was such a damn tease. Where did he get off on embarrassing her so thoroughly in public? In front of two of his classmates?

She was a vice rep dammit! She had a reputation to uphold.

"E-eh? What did I do?" He responded nervously, slowly backing up in the toilet stall until his back met the door.

As if he didn't know. If she was stuck in that classroom for any longer, she would've been leaking down the damn chair.

"You think you can-ah~tempt me with such a detailed analysis in the middle of class?"

Now she couldn't even think about that beautiful writing without pleasure spiking between her legs.

Before he could form a response, she grabbed him by his neck and mashed her lips onto his.

He tasted so damn good.

His pretty little mouth belonged to her. After all, the lips were located on his face. Which was on his head. Which housed his brain.

God, just thinking about his mind was enough for her core to start tingling.

Squeezing a little harder on his throat, she managed to get him to gasp, allowing her to invade his mouth with her tongue.

After a solid minute of making out, Momo pulled away before producing a notebook and a pen from her arm.

"Write."

"Wait, you were serious?"

"Yes, now do it." She demanded, grabbing him by the crotch and forcing the stationary into his hand. "Describe every action I perform on you, and include the sensations they draw from you. I want as much detail as possible."

"Y-yeah, got it." He whimpered out in response, opening the notebook and beginning to scribe.

She simply grabbed him by the groin and he already had that much to write?

God she loved his mind. The body attached to it wasn't half bad either - he was far sturdier than he looked, and she didn't have to worry about being disappointed down there whenever they decided to get it on.

Unzipping his trousers, she grabbed his shaft prior to lifting her leg to place it in the crevice between her thigh and calf, bending her knee and enveloping it.

Judging from his notebook earlier, he had a very strong obsession with thighs, and his groans all but confirmed it.

Hell, if it enhanced his notes, she'd be willing to satisfy any of his weird fixations.

Removing his tie, she roughly undid the top few buttons on his shirt before littering his collarbone with as many hickeys as she could place, occasionally throwing in a few bites to keep him on his toes.

These were going to be the best damn notes written if she continued at this pace.

Flexing her legs to massage him, she felt him tense under her as his breath hitched. "Shit, I'm about to—"

"Shhh, just keep writing baby." She cooed in response, placing an extra rough bruise on his jawline with her mouth, prompting him to finally reach climax.

Was he a goddamn water-hose? Her legs were drenched!

And her skirt. And shirt. And blazer.

She was beginning to think she went overboard with the stimulation.

Wait - notes! She'd gladly strut around school with cum-covered clothes as long as she got to read them.

Looking up to his face, she noticed he seemed absolutely drained. Which wasn't all too surprising, judging by the state of her uniform.

Was it the thigh-job, or could he have been so exhausted by note taking that he couldn't move a muscle?

She knew it was likely the former, but a girl could dream.

Grabbing the book from his loose grip, she skimmed over the content.

Huh - a full page? She was impressed.

Then she noticed ink imprinted on the page from the other side.

No fucking way.

Turning the page, she found another 2 sheets completely filled.

Followed by another two pages after another turn.

5 pages of pure word porn in 7 minutes? That was a little under 1 page per minute!

If she wasn't gushing before, she certainly was now.

Taking a seat on the toilet cover, she dragged Izuku by the collar and brought him to his knees between her legs.

"While I'm reading these-hngnn~notes, I'm going to wrap my thighs around your ears, and I'm not letting you go until you make me scream." Momo demanded, enforcing her point by throwing her knees over his shoulders. "Do I make myself clear?"

"There are sketches at the back - hope you enjoy." Izuku smirked, before getting to work.

God she loved this boy.

Shoto realised Bakugo was acting a little off since he revealed the truth behind their fights.

Was he worried? Slightly.

Did he regret it? Not at all.

Pissing off Bakugo was almost as fun as pissing off his old man, but ever since the bastard began cleaning his act up as a father, he never got angry at him.

What was the point in life without a little heat?

That wasn't to say he didn't appreciate the change in character. Graduating from wife beater to overbearing father was a plus any day of the week, but Shoto discretely thrived off of annoying people.

At least Bakugo made up for that loss of entertainment.

Throwing smiles at the guy while only using half his power in training exercises were the highlights of his weeks. He got so damn unhinged and blew up, only to see that the only thing he wanted was firmly out of his grasp no matter how many tantrums he threw.

Snapping back to reality, Shoto decided that he'd had enough of the speech taking place in front of him. He didn't particularly like interacting with strangers, but the fact that Bakugo didn't blow up at Shiozaki yet was extremely worrying. Especially considering she'd been lecturing them for 10 whole minutes. He needed to put a stop to this before it got out of hand.

"—and such a poor, innocent sheep shouldn't be sullied by the carnal temptations of the flesh. To insinuate I was threatening such a pure soul regarding a relationship that doesn't even exist is absurd! Midoriya is far too spiritually enlightened to engage in intimate relations with members of the opposite sex—"

"Please excuse my interruption, but we're only here to confirm whether or not you wrote a note to Momo Yaoyorozu between last night and this morning."

"A note? How preposterous! I spend my mornings and evenings reciting prose from—"

"Thank you, but I'm afraid we need to leave." Shoto interjected, standing up and nudging Bakugo to break him out of his brooding.

This was getting very strange - he'd never seen Bakugo thinking so intensely.

"Hah? Oh, yeah, we gotta go. Hope we never meet again Virgin Mary." Bakugo huffed out, jumping out of his seat and stalking off towards the exit of the cafeteria.

That was more like him.

After following after Bakugo for the next minute, he voiced his next concern. "So who are we questioning next?"

"Uraraka."

"Oh? I don't recall her being on the list." Shoto pondered.

"She's not, but Deku's a blind shit and pink cheeks has been thirsting for his ass since school started."

Well that was news to him.

He always assumed Uraraka had no interest in relationships.

Hell, he even heard her mutter something once about "swearing off romance until she became a pro".

He couldn't help but respect that drive before.

Now, if she was simply deceiving the world while lusting over his best friend?

He wasn't going to pull any punches.

She was going to meet God if she even thought about disturbing his pure relationship with Momo.

Spotting the table where she was eating with Iida, he rushed past Bakugo before slamming his hands on the surface.

"Oh, hey Todoroki! I saw you staying behind with Deku and I saved some Cold Soba for you!" Ochako beamed.

It was really hard to stay mad in the face of such a radiant smile.

Wait.

She saved him cold soba?

has shut down. Reboot initiated. Uraraka best girl.

Taking a seat next to her, he began slurping on his noodles just as Bakugo arrived.

"Spineless bastard." He muttered.

"Mind your language Bakugo - this is a school environment!"

"Mind my ass four-eyes." Bakugo spat out. "By the way, I caught Mineta sneaking back to the dorms to steal somebody's underwear."

"How absurd! I shall apprehend him and swiftly bring him to justice - in the name of Ingenium!"

And like a classic superhero, he ran off in the direction of the dorms, allowing Bakugo to take his seat.

Well - ran was an exaggeration. He was walking briskly in order to avoid violating any regulations.

Shoto had to give Bakugo props for that one. Discussing this topic would've been awkward with another party involved.

Hell, he would've gone as far as to thank him if his mouth wasn't busy with soba.

God these noodles were good.

He couldn't remember them ever tasting so sublime.

"Uraraka, did you write a note and send it to cowtits recently?"

"Huh? You mean Yaomomo? Nope, haven't talked to her all week! We really should catch up..." Ochako considered. "Why, what's up?"

"She's been fucking Deku, and some crazy psycho stalker threatened her to stay away."

Shoto caught sight of Uraraka's eyes widen, with her mouth opening and closing without making sounds.

Were those tears welling up in her eyes?

Oh wait - Bakugo said she did like Midoriya.

Ouch. He read about a situation like this in 'Relationships for Beginners'.

"Anyway, I'm out. I'm not losing out on food to deal with some psycho stalking Deku." Bakugo snapped before heading in the direction of lunch rush, leaving Shoto to deal with a crying girl.

What a dick. Though that was nothing new.

Thankfully, in addition to the romance volume, he also owned 'Friendships for Beginners', meaning he was perfectly equipped to deal with the situation.

Quickly finishing off the soba - God it was incredible - he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Nailed it.

"H-huh? Yeah I'm - mhm, I'm good." She answered between sniffles.

Huh - so she was okay.

This was a lot easier than the book said.

Should he follow up on the topic?

Nah, she said she was fine, and he had a more important subject to raise.

"Do you know what lunch rush did to the soba?"

Ochako raised her head, quickly wiping away any stray tears and tilted her head quizzically.

"Huh? No I— he didn't make them. I did."

Hm?

"I don't like waiting in line for lunch, and since moving into the dorms we have free groceries, so I've been experimenting with cooking and I carried it in a thermal flask." She explained with a small smile, before looking up at Shoto expectantly. "They weren't bad, were they? I tried combining a few recipes."

Prime directive: Marry Ochako Uraraka.

Izuku walked into the lunch room, and if he could see his own face, he would have his confirmation that he had the goofiest grin on the planet.

Who could blame him? He just had the most pleasurable experience in his life!

And judging by the smile on Momo's face, he was fairly certain he did a good job too.

Hell - his ego was at an all time high! Nothing could bring him down.

Not even Kacchan stomping angrily towards him and grabbing him by the collar.

"If you spent all lunch piping cowtits instead of investigating, so help me God I will rip your balls off."

Okay, that was a bit of a mood killer. He needed those if he wanted a repeat of what just took place with Momo's thighs.

Grabbing the blond's hand and removing it from his collar, he defended himself. "Hey! What gave you that idea? We were just following up on some leads!"

"Bull fucking shit - you've got 13 more hickeys on your neck, and a massive one on your jawline, your top 3 buttons are done up incorrectly, your fly's down and you've got that stupid fucking smile on your face!"

Oh.

That explained the thumbs up he received from Present Mic on his way here.

As well as a bunch of students from the business course.

Looking over to Momo, he found her looking impeccable as always.

Though she did have to create a new uniform, which would inevitably disintegrate in a few hours.

Who knew her quirk came with such a drawback? It made a lot of sense. Making detailed creations from her lipids must've been impossible - regardless of how compact her fat stores were. The only question remaining was what was the molecular difference between a creation and a real object? If her items disintegrated, then surely there would be a difference on an atomic-

He was interrupted by feeling a scarf wrapped around his neck, and looked up to find a snarling Kacchan and a heavily blushing Momo.

"Please don't tease me like this in public Izuku..." She panted out between breaths.

Oh - so he was muttering.

"As I was fucking saying, I did my searching and you can cross out vine bitch and Uraraka."

Wait what?

"Ochako wasn't on the list though."

"Well enjoy some fucking confirmation. I'm going to kick your ass six ways from Sunday in our spar later since you decided to get your rocks off instead of searching for clues."

Yikes - guess he'd have to bump it up to 15% for the fight.

God his muscles were going to be killing him in the morning.

"Thanks Kacchan!"

"Don't thank me nerd." He said with a chilling smile. "You're the one who has to deal with ghost girl."

...Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

"Don't worry yourself about her Izuku, I'll approach her tomorrow." Momo assured with a blinding smile.

She was an angel. An angel who could give killer thigh-jobs.

He hit the damn jackpot.

"Tch, fine, get her to deal with all your problems pussy." Bakugo grumbled, just as the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch.

"Well, off we go to rescue theory!" Momo cheered, grabbing both boys by the arm and dragging them off to the lesson.

"Oi, get the fuck off me cowtits. And walk behind me!"

Izuku exited the shower, his muscles sufficiently relaxed by the bath.

Nothing beat the feeling of a cold shower after some intense training.

True to his word, Kacchan didn't hold back at all during their spar, meaning he had to bump up his percentage.

Thankfully, he won, which managed to settle their score at 79-79.

His body would definitely be feeling the repercussions in the morning.

At least this time, he could hopefully fall asleep with his head resting firmly in Momo's lap—

Izuku was interrupted by a notification on his phone, and coincidentally, it was from Momo.

Perfect timing - maybe she'd invite him over again! Then they'd have sex, and she'd let him sleep over so she could sooth his aching body in the morning with the power of thighs.

Yaoyorozu M : Bad news - got another note. This one says "Watch it hussy - lunch is for eating you filthy succubus!"

Yaoyorozu M : ( /image/ )

Oh - that was bad news.

Bad news which thankfully had nothing to do with thighs, meaning his plan was still in action.

Yaoyorozu M : I think we should maybe relax a little until we deal with the stalker. I've got the notes from lunch to keep me satisfied for a few days, so you don't need to worry about me - I know you might get concerned about how it'll affect me. We can begin meeting in my room again after we locate her. Is that fine with you?

Me : Don't worry about me - I can handle a few days. Guess it'll just motivate me to try harder!

Yaoyorozu M : Aww! I knew you'd be able to get through it - this is why I love that pretty little mind of yours! Take this incase you need a little something to remember me by.

Yaoyorozu M : ( /image/ )

Of course, Izuku was lying through his teeth.

He definitely couldn't handle a few days, and while the nude she just sent was certainly appreciated, it only made him want her more.

This crazy psycho yandere bitch was cockblocking him in the worst way imaginable, and he was going to get his payback.

After getting something to drink - because God knew he needed it.

Mina wouldn't mind too much if a bottle was missing from her not-so-secret supply.

Or three.

So, this was my first time writing a proper lewd scene, and it took WAY longer than I imagined. I never thought I'd say this, but my respect for smut writers has risen immensely. You don't know how many times I wrote out paragraphs before deleting them because they made me cringe in pain - but I'm pretty satisfied with the final result of that scene.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter - until next time!