Hiya. This is my first time writing My Hero Academia. I hope I do the characters justice in my interpretation of them. Enjoy!

'' = speaking

' = thoughts/inner monologue

Side note: This will have references to the most recent chapters of the MHA manga. If you haven't caught up yet, don't want spoilers or are waiting for it to be animated, be warned!

His bed rocked slightly, shaking him enough to open his tired eyes. He propped himself up on an elbow and turned to face the nightstand on his left. He reached for his phone and checked the time. 10:19am. If his curtains didn't bleed so much light through he was certain he'd never know night from day at the dorms. He rolled onto his back, his right arm flailing and hitting something… hard?

''Morning 'zuzu!'' A familiar said in a singsong voice.

Not quite soothing enough, it would seem. He jumped up in surprise but made sure to stay rooted in the sheets. The chipped paint and Izuku-shaped marks in the ceiling were a reminder to never activate One for All when something spooks him.

''Woah, Nejire!'' He said as his heart thumped away in his chest. ''Don't scare me like that!''

''Would you prefer I grab your shoulder next time?'' She said with a blank expression. ''Maybe that's even scarier! I'll do that next time!'' She said with a mischievous grin.

''Hado-senpai, what are you even- Gah!'' Izuku swiftly averted his eyes. ''Can you cover them up please?''

As he swung his legs off the bed, he realised he was exposed too. Had they really-?

''Done!'' Nejire said in her all too common chipper tone. Izuku turned, to be met with Nejire holding a pillow over her face and tucking her left arm under the blanket.

''I-I meant your boobs, Nejire. Your burns don't disgust me. You know they don't.''

He fought back the blush and kept his gaze on her just long enough for her to lower the pillow and meet his green orbs.

''That's sweet, Izuku. But why the boob shyness? You saw lots of them yesterday.'' She clearly didn't mean to sound so conceited but he couldn't help but ponder regardless.

''So we… you know…'' His voice trickled off.

''Fucked?'' She said with a giggle. Despite facing away from her, he could still see that bright smile.

''Y-Yeah…'' He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

He felt her arms drape around his neck and her breasts push against his back. She still smelled great, that soft aroma of lavender and chamomile invading his nose.

''If you're worried about how you were, don't be. I had literally no experience before last night. So no biggie, 'zuzu.'' She rested her chin on his bare shoulder and breathed out softly.

''Wait, seriously? But you're a pro hero now!'' He wanted to worm his way out of her grip but decided against it. Physical contact (outside of battle, ironically) was still a little awkward.

She giggled again. ''Being a pro doesn't instantly mean sex!'' He felt her jaw work on his shoulder as she laughed and couldn't help but feel its infectious nature. She had such a way of speaking. It was a mixture of Tsuyu's bluntness with Todoroki's cluelessness. He shook himself out of that train of thought.

''That wasn't really my issue, senpai.'' He twiddled with his thumbs instinctively. ''I just don't remember much about last night at all.''

Nejire reached forward to his fidgeting hands and grabbed one, giving it a squeeze.

''First off; it's Nejire. I left UA years ago, dummy.'' She used her other hand to rub his chest, an action he found oddly soothing. ''And second, that's actually way worse for me. You were clearly waaaay drunker than I thought.''

A lightbulb went off in his head. So he had been drinking? That would certainly go quite a ways to explain.

''Why were we drinking?'' His face contorted as he tried hard to rack his brain for even the smallest memory.

''Wow, you were bad.'' Nejire released his hands, sat up on her knees and placed a hand on each of his shoulders. ''We were having a celebration party! For your graduation!''

She bobbed up and down excitedly; Izuku tried his best not to react to the sensation of a stray boob occasionally grazing the back of his head.

But at least he had context now. He had been a 3rd year for some time now. He had helped defeat the new All for One, Shigaraki and the combined forces of the League of Villains and the MLA just a year ago. Nejire had been burnt badly in the final battle, even worse than she had been a year earlier when Dabi, or Touya Todoroki, set her alight. A slightly leathery, blotchy burn scar travelled up the left side of her face; it started just under her ear and finished level with her eyebrow.

Whilst it had definitely affected her confidence in entering beauty contests, she never appeared any less gorgeous to him. And it seemed the alcohol from last night had amplified his base attraction. But why was she at his graduation party?

''Why were you even here?'' He asked in confusion.

''Are you saying you didn't want me at the party?'' Nejire sniffled. ''That hurts, Izuku!''

His eyes widened. Maybe his phrasing was a touch insensitive. ''No no, that's not what I-''

She reached around and gently booped the edge of his nose with a fingertip. ''I'm just joking, silly! Ryukyu invited me!''

That would make sense. Ryukyu had almost single-handedly beaten Re-Destro in his last battle. After receiving a nasty wound in the fight against the MLA leader, the Dragon Quirk user had chosen to work half her time as a pro, and the other half as the Heroics instructor at UA. Of course she would have invited Nejire, her favourite intern.

''You're muttering, 'zuzu.'' He shot up and laughed nervously.

''Sorry. Still can't quite shake that habit.''

Nejire simply hummed, content. ''You didn't make the move on me, in case you were worried.''

He craned his head back so he could see her as she spoke, if slightly odd seeing as she was upside down in his vision. She was speaking softer than before. Maybe admitting that was embarrassing?

''You didn't look nearly as drunk as it seems you were. You were just so cute and you were super energetic!'' She beamed down at him and he felt blood rush to his cheeks. ''Plus, I hear guys that are super drunk have problems getting their peepees hard and-'' She leant down until her mouth hovered beside his ear. ''-You clearly had no issue with that~...'' She giggled coyly as she sat up straight again, the warmth of her breath cooling rapidly on his ear. He shuddered at the alien feeling.

He sat in silence for a few moments. Why him? Surely there was someone else that stood out more than him, right? Did Nejire like him? If so, how long had she?

''What's up?'' She pinched his cheeks. He smiled and he was sure it looked goofy through the stretched skin.

''I'm just-'' ''Wondering why I came onto you?'' The Wave Motion user interrupted. He turned his head 90 degrees to give her a quizzical look.

''I'm not always empty-headed, Izuku.'' She smiled softly.

''I didn't-'' She took a hand and pinched his lips, forcing him to do quite the informal duck face. ''Listen 'zuzu; you're cute, you're charming, you have a sexy bod and- hey! Hey!'' She regained his attention when she noticed his eyes trying to stay locked on that incredibly interesting box of condoms on the nightstand.

His green orbs slowly trailed back to meet her unwavering, royal blue ones. ''What I'm trying to say is that I'm hoping that this isn't more than just a one night thingie. You sure do like assuming the worst about yourself, huh?''

Then she leaned in to peck his pouty lips. An odd way to kiss someone, but he was too shocked and elated to remember he was still doing a duck impression. She released his face and patted the bed.

''Now get back under the covers. This room sure is cold!'' She scooted under the covering, holding it up for Izuku to slide back into the king-size. He sighed but conceded. He wrenched his legs back up and tucked the purple material just under his collarbone. She was right. His room was cold.

Nejire snuggled up to his chest, resting her head on his shoulder. His arm was directly between her boobs but he had other pressing matters.

''Ochaco is gonna kill me…'' He mumbled with her eyes closed. 'Had he embarrassed her last night? Had he gotten with Nejire in front of her? Oh god. Had he gotten with Nejire in front of everyone?'

''Why? Because she likes you?'' Nejire asked, popping an eye open to gauge his reaction.

''Partially? I mean that could be one reason.'' His eyes fluttered open again and he looked down at her.

Nejire sat up slightly. ''Wait. You know that Uraraka likes you?'' He nodded. The girl played with a few locks of her periwinkle hair. ''Then why did you never act on it?'' She raised a brow. ''Come on, 'zuzu! Don't leave me hanging here!''

Izuku smiled, maybe even confidently by his standards. ''We did.''

Nejire's mouth gaped. ''WHAT?!'' She clenched a fist under the blanket. ''She didn't tell me?! We were Ryukyu buddies!'' She pouted adorably. She placed her open palm on Izuku's chest and edged her face towards his. ''When? 1st Year? 2nd Year? Last week?! I need to know!''

He chuckled as he pushed her head back onto his shoulder. ''Okay, okay, it was a few months ago, maybe just under a year? Either way it was after we defeated All for One and those guys.'' Nejire still looked just as shocked, so he continued.

''A lot of guys and girls started taking romance and all that stuff seriously after they knew they had time for it. Mina and Eijiro, Tsuyu and Tokoyami, Kyoko and Denki, Momo and Todoroki basically promised to get married. Heck, even Ojiro hangs around with Tooru a suspicious amount.''

''Either that or he's always sitting next to his laundry.'' Nejire jokes, and Izuku exhaled hard to show he appreciated the gesture. ''Anyone else?'' She asked.

''Uhhh, Kacchan goes over to Ketsubutsu a lot. So maybe he and Camie hit it off?'' He theorised.

''Or Shishikura-san.'' Nejire joked again. Izuku stared blankly.

''The meatball guy?'' Nejire nodded. Izuku blinked slowly a few times. ''I don't like thinking about that.''

''Enough about that!'' She popped her head up again, startling Izuku for the second time this morning. ''You and Ochako! Speak!''

Izuku grimaced slightly. ''Well, we just kind of… messed around? We never dated, really. I don't think either one of us is looking to date until we're fully fledged pros. Or at the very least we just don't want to date while we should be focusing on studying.'' He looked down expectantly. Would she be sad for him? For Ochako? Would she be glad he was single?

''So you just had sex a few times?'' She questioned with a hint of jealousy.

Izuku bit his lip. ''Uhhh, well, it was a twice a week deal, kinda. It was also whenever one of us wanted to and the other one was free. Most of the time it was just the Tuesday and Friday, though.''

''Why those days?'' Nejire placed a finger to her chin in incertitude.

''Only weekdays we didn't have a Ryukyu class.'' He said with a sly grin. Nejire's eyes broadened. Knowing how rough she could be as a teacher, Tuesday and Friday were likely the only days Izuku's class could walk back to the dorms unassisted. ''Ah.'' She said in an audible understanding. She laid her head back down and placed a leg over Izuku's. The two sat in content silence for a good 5 minutes.

''Was she good?'' Nejire broke the silence. She didn't bother shifting up or even opening her eyes. Izuku stuttered and stumbled over his words. ''Y-Yeah. Lots of interesting… 'positions' when you can float above the bed.''

Nejire laughed. ''Well I hope it isn't so good you forgot it's Saturday morning.'' If his green hair could stand up like a cactus, it would. He had missed their regular slot on Friday night. Uravity would understand, surely. There was a party. He was drunk. He was… busy sleeping with an older girl…

Okay, so maybe she would be mad. He'd just have to chuck mochi down her throat until she was happy again. Nejire propped herself up onto her elbows. ''Was she better than me?''

'Oh, come on! The puppy dog eyes, Nejire. That's cheap.' How could he say no, even if he could remember.

''Well, I don't remember last night, so that's up to chance, really.'' He chuckled awkwardly.

Nejire hummed. ''Well, we'll just have to go again in a few hours when we wake up, hey? We barely slept last night, so I'm real sleepy.'' Just to demonstrate, she yawned loudly.

She snaked further up until her head rested just under his chin. ''There's a few things I want to try too. How do you feel about feet? I think I'd be quite good with mine.''

''R-Really? hahaha... '' Izuku's voice was more nervous than aroused. 'Her feet?' Didn't she hover by making little tornados under them? She was going to do that… to his penis? He peeked down at her. She was breathing rhythmically, had she already fallen asleep?

She giggled sadistically in her slumber. He gulped. He might not sleep, but when she woke up from hers, he would certainly have a unique experience.

And that's all she wrote. Apologies there wasn't much action. I just have another story that's a lot of action and thought that this dialogue driven stuff would be nice.

As of now, I have no real plans to publish more chapters, just in case this massively disappoints and no one reads or likes it (very optimistic, I know).

However, if enough people like this, or the audience is big enough, I can definitely get to work writing more. Sorry if that sounds like I'm begging for positive feedback and reviews; I'm not. I'd just prefer to write my other story if this one isn't getting too hot a reception.

Thanks for reading!