Her body was weird.

Eva stared at the wet footprints that Izuku had made along the sandy beach and contemplated them for a moment. His feet were broad, and because of his bulk, he displaced a lot of sand. The same was true with Ori, though her feet were slightly smaller than Izuku's. It made a lot of sense for them to leave footprints on the beach. They were both big and rather heavy.

But what didn't make sense was her footprints. She glanced at her trail of small, barely-there indentations that faded quickly with each small wave on the beach. That didn't make sense. While she was far shorter than both Izuku and Ori, she was heavier than Ori, and maybe even Izuku. It was because of her quirk. Her body was just really dense. Which was why despite having gained a lot of weight since being rescued, she didn't really show it. Instead, her muscles had become more defined.

When she didn't eat stuff, she even had a six pack.

So since her feet were smaller and she was heavier, she should be sinking into the sand a lot more than Izuku and Ori.

Why?

She took a sip from the fizzy sweet drink that they had gotten her and gave a small hop. She landed with a small wet splash. She still barely made a dent in the sand.

Ori had mentioned that the tattoo on her back would do something. Was this it? Making her light on her feet? Wakan-sensei said she was light on her feet a lot. She kind of hoped that her tattoo would come to life like Izuku's.

But, that was his quirk.

"Still," she ran her hand along the thick tribal lines that Ori had carved into her arm and paid special attention to her wrist. The scars from where she had been bound by iron had vanished, replaced by the smooth skin of Ori's tattoo. Her left arm offered a stark contrast between her skin before and after Ori's handy work. Those scars were ugly and rough, and reminded her of a time best left forgotten. "I like them."

Eva pulled her hand up and looked along the long white beach that faced the central island of wherever they had taken her. Even with the light crowd of people that were likewise enjoying the island, it was easy to pick out Izuku and Ori from the crowd. They were standing in front of another smaller building, talking to someone about something or another.

With a hum and a shrug, she took another sip of her drink and walked towards them.

"Hey." A hand on her shoulder stopped her, and a tall man with blond hair stood beside her. He was tan, and had a shark tooth necklace hanging around his neck. He was fit, but Izuku had him beat on every level: the guy spoke in a lackadaisical way as his arm snaked around her shoulders, and he showed a complete lack of awareness for her personal space.

There was also the fact that she could probably throw him into the ocean.

He was speaking what Eva guessed English, which, according to her tutor, would be easier for her to learn, but they didn't want to interfere with her Japanese.

They did teach her a very powerful thing to say.

"Fuck off." She met his eyes and shrugged out of his grip before taking another sip of her drink.

The dude-bro person however was persistent, and not even the good kind of persistent. He moved towards her again, arms out wide, and he spoke in a soft voice that Eva could only assume was his attempt to seduce her. Or placate her. He touched her shoulder again and Eva glared at it, all while this random guy continued to talk to him.

"Hey!" Ori stepped up beside them. In theory, both she and Ori were wearing the same swimsuit: a black tube top with a hole in the center that was supported by several straps around the neck and shoulders, and a plain black bikini bottom. A translucent white shirt covered the shoulders and stopped before it reached the stomach, and a white wrap was tied around the waist.

On Eva, it was cute, and made her feel like she was here for fun on the beach. The wrap covered her waist perfectly, and she could even bounce her hips to make it act like a skirt.

On Ori, it turned the older girl's curves into a dangerous weapon. The little window in the tube top provided a glance into Ori's cleavage, and even the white shirt seemed to be straining against her bust. The wrap likewise emphasized her curves, as it was tied into a split at one side, showing a whole lot of hip and thigh and allowing the full length of Ori's cherry blossom tattoo to be seen.

Eva took an aggressive sip of her drink as she contemplated asking for a similar tattoo. Sure, now that she wasn't malnourished she was starting to get some of what Ori had, but it felt like it would take a century for her to get there.

The guy stepped away from Eva and towards Ori, a large smile on his face as he spoke to her, his eyebrows doing that weird thing that guys did when they thought they were being clever. Ori kept up a calm smile as she replied to him in English. Her smile didn't even fade when he touched her shoulder and gestured towards the resort.

Eva stared at the hand for a moment and looked at Ori who was still smiling. One of her jobs was to protect Ori, and she was pretty sure that a stranger like this guy wasn't supposed to touch her.

Still holding her drink, she grabbed the guy's wrist and pulled it behind his back with a simple motion, just like Wakan had shown her a couple of weeks ago. Instantly, he was forced onto his knees and nearly fell over before he caught himself with his free hand. He made a pained groan and struggled against her grip.

But he was just a guy, and she was Eva.

"Good job Eva." Ori gave her a thumbs-up and squatted down to look the guy in the face again. "Just don't break his arm, alright?"

"Bleh," Eva stuck out her tongue and shrugged.

Ori began to talk to the guy again, this time her voice was sickly sweet as he began to make several whining and terrified noises at Ori's words.

Once the poor bastard had probably learned his lesson or something, Ori stood and brushed off her wrap and gave Eva a small nod. "Eva, you can let him go now."

She did so and watched as the guy scrambled away on four limbs before he managed to get up on his feet and run away screaming.

Eva shrugged and took another sip of her drink only to find it empty. But it was so good. "What'd you tell him?"

"Oh!" Ori clapped her hands and smiled brightly, showing off her sharp and pointy teeth that could make a shark look like a herbivore. "I just explained to him that he was flirting with the girlfriends of a Yakuza boss, and asked if he knew what would happen if he was found out."

"Oh…" Eva looked towards where the guy had run off. "What happens then?"

Ori shrugged. "Fuck if I know, probably nothing. A guy like that really isn't worth anything more than some shits and giggles."

"Are you two done terrorizing the local populace?" Izuku stood behind them with a large beach ball under one arm and a disk thingy in the other. The forest-green board shorts he wore looked good and showed off his toned body. Izuku had abs. Did he like abs? Ori didn't have abs, so maybe he didn't.

"No," Eva announced proudly.

"He wasn't local anyways," Ori flipped her hand and popped her hip out. "Now come on, let's go have some fun!"

Even as she had the time of her life playing on the beach with Izuku and Ori, Eva couldn't help but wonder what exactly Ori had meant by 'girlfriends'.

XXXX

Her cheeks hurt from how much she had smiled today.

It was a problem that was becoming increasingly more common, and that was a good thing.

Eva stared out over the large lagoon, her eyes drawn towards the city that clung to the coast of the main island. Tomorrow night, they would be heading there for the night via boat and hitting up one of the many nightclubs that the city housed, but before that, she and Ori were supposed to go dress shopping.

She followed the dark shadow that the island cast in the star-filled night and looked towards the mountain that she and Izuku were going to hike the day after. Ori was invited, but she laughed and said no.

Tonight she was tempted to just stay in their hotel room. Or try to find Hanabi. After she took Izuku skydiving and checked them into their resort room, they had only seen Hanabi in passing, often in some new outfit or with a new wild hairstyle.

It wasn't that she really wanted to go do those things, rather it was just to let Izuku and Ori have some alone time. They were a couple. And she was their friend. She was effectively a third wheel. She kicked her feet and braced herself further against the railing. "Maybe I shouldn't have come."

"Wrong," Ori's sing-song voice made Eva jump. She spun her back against the railing and saw Ori walk onto their patio. She was wearing the same swimsuit from earlier, only this time she had a grass skirt on and a red flower in her hair. Ori swayed her hips and walked towards Eva, a white flower in her hand. "Both me and Izuku want you here, Eva."

"But," Eva bowed her head slightly as Ori began to place the flower in her ear. "Aren't I in the way of you guys doing couple stuff?"

"Are you?" The smile in Ori's voice was enough to put one on Eva's face. The sardonic tone that seemed to underlie every single breath Ori took was charming in its own unique and twisted way. "Because nothing is really stopping you from joining in."

Eva gasped, and her hand flew towards the white flower in her hair. She stared at Ori for a few moments. "But."

Ori placed a hand on Eva's lips. The scent of whatever perfume or body wash Ori had used was potent, and it made the growing heat on Eva's cheeks all the more apparent. "Oh believe me, I've been thinking about this a lot, Eva." Ori placed her hands on Eva's shoulders and gave a few soft rubs. "I'm normally pretty good at knowing what I want, and for a while I've been wanting a girlfriend."

"Huh? But, Izuku is—"

"My boyfriend, lover, future husband, and a bunch of other things that he doesn't know that he is yet," Ori hummed. The light touches she was doing were making Eva feel strange. Intoxicated, even. "So, after watching you grow up—"

Ori stopped, her face turning sour. "God that makes me sound like a pervert. After getting to know you and watching you go from skin and bones into someone with a six pack and a pert butt, I kind of decided that I want to start working on opening up Izuku's mind and get him to stop being so prudish so I can have a goddamn three way."

"Izuku doesn't want one?" Eva placed a hand over her pounding heart and stared down at the ground. "Doesn't want me?"

"It takes him a while to figure out what he wants, but once he does, god it's hot." Ori's entire body shivered at whatever thought had just crossed her mind. "And believe me, as an expert on thinking that I know exactly what Izuku wants, he wants you. I just got him first."

Ori kneeled down slightly to overcome what was nearly a foot of difference in height between them. "But, I'm going to need a bit of help from you to get Izuku comfortable with the idea. So, what do you say? Wanna become mine and Izuku's girlfriend?"

"I…" Her heart pounded in her chest, but her smile was untainted by the tears that were falling from her face. She felt so happy right now. So, so happy. But. "I'm not ready."

"Huh?"

"I'm not ready." She looked at her hands. The markings from where her training bracers normally sat were gone, leaving only the scars on one arm and the tattoos on the other. "I'm not ready."

"You said that, so explain." Ori ran her hands along Eva's shoulders, her blue eye showing more concern and understanding that Eva thought possible. "Please."

"Izuku had to save me." She fiddled with her hands and bit back a light sob. "Twice. I don't want him to have to save me anymore. I'm not strong enough. I can barely speak Japanese. I have a lot of work to do before I'm ready."

"Really?" Ori laughed and pulled Eva into a tight hug. "Well, I've never been the damsel in distress, so I wouldn't really know. Just try not to take too long, alright?"

Eva returned the hug and nodded. "I'll do my best."

"Now come on, there's a luau thingy going on and Granny is going to be dancing with fire."

"I don't want to miss that."

"I know, right? Honestly, when I'm that old, I want to be that crazy."

"You are that crazy. Already."

"Thanks!"

AN: I wanna go to Bora Bora..