Hi. I adore Itsuka Kendo's character. Izuku Midoriya has recently become a far more interesting character in the manga. I think they'd be cute together.
WARNING: THIS STORY WILL GET SEXUAL TOWARDS THE END.
'' = speech
' = thoughts
'' 'quote' '' = one character quoting another previous line
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{}{}{}= flashback begins/ends
Enjoy.
"Hey, Kendo!" Mina Ashido and Tooru Hagakure called out to her simultaneously.
"Hi, Ashido-san. And… Hagakure-chan, was it?" The ginger girl replied. "What's up?"
That was a bad question. She knew what was up. They were about to head into the Joint Training Exercise. Clearly they were sizing up the competition. But did they have to do it outside the girls' changing room?
"Oh, y'know! Just scouting ahead!" Mina laughed nervously. Then again, you guys in Class B are super competent, right?"
"Yeah, you guys haven't even had any incidents or villain attacks this year!" Tooru added.
Kendo laughed dryly. "I'd say we're quite tight-knit, sure."
"Well, maybe not as close as our class is." Mina prodded.
Itsuka narrowed her eyes at the obvious bait. "Mhmm."
"I'm serious! We suffered a lot to get here. You guys have had it easy!" The pink girl leaned in. Itsuka was actually taken aback for a moment. Was she genuinely annoyed or a fantastic actress?
"I don't doubt that you guys in Class A have had some hard times." Itsuka donned her mask. "But some of us in Class B haven't had the best of times either."
"Pfft, like what!?" Mina chortled. "Having to use too much hairspray at Uwabami's place?"
Itsuka's lip tightened. "Oh, because your class' internships went swimmingly, huh?"
"They weren't bad…" Tooru spoke up for the first time in a while.
"What about those guys and the Hero Killer?" Kendo said as if to jog the invisible girl's memory, despite Hagakure being fully recollective of the incident.
"Sounds like you think we're just a bunch of troublemakers." Mina placed her own mask on her face. "Why don't we have ourselves a little bet?"
Itsuka squinted in skepticism but stayed silent.
"If Class 1-B wins, I go on a date with a boy from 1-B. If Class 1-A wins, you go on a date with a guy from 1-A." Mina crossed her arms and smirked, happy with her proposal.
"No." Kendo walked out of the changing room door and past Mina.
"Ha! Figures! I bet she doesn't have the guts to risk a date with a 'troublemaker', eh, Tooru?"
"O-Oh, yeah!" Hagakure said shakily.
Kendo rolled her eyes. She sighed deeply as she spun to face Mina.
"Fine. You're on."
"Great! As expected of the class rep; You're not a coward like the rest." Mina offered a handshake. Kendo accepted, resisting the urge to grow her hand to crush the Acid girl's.
"Can I add a rule?" Kendo asked.
"I'll hear you out." Ashido smiled.
"Loser chooses the guy, but the winner picks the date. Winner also picks the outfit the lower wears."
"Oooooh! I like that!" Mina grinned like an evil genius. "Be ready to wear a thong with crocs!"
"Heh, forget that. You're going to the water park in a sumo costume!" Kendo retorted.
"Well then I guess we'd better get to the fightin', huh!?" Mina yelled.
"See you out there!" Kendo turned and walked away, leaving Mina and Tooru to do the same.
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Oh god. Oh god.
Why did she accept the bet!?
Itsuka sat on the edge of her bed, stewing over her loss. She stood up sharply and left her dorm room.
Yui Kodai, the quiet, dark-haired girl of the B Class was passing by the door as she left.
"Going somewhere?" She asked softly; so softly in fact that it was barely audible.
"1-A dorm. Just to, uh, congratulate them again and… stuff." She was quite happy with how truthful that sounded, despite her pauses.
"Mm." Yui nodded and proceeded to her room.
Kendo sighed for what felt like the 100th time today and rushed downstairs and out of the dorms.
The 10 minutes walk between the houses didn't feel so long when the butterflies in her stomach made her feel like she was flying there.
She opened the door after a handful of knocks. The class was making themselves busy in some way or another.
"Oh, Kendo!" Kirishima waved her over as he poked his head out the kitchen. "You forget something?"
"No, don't worry. I was just wondering if Mina was around?" She asked. She had seen her earlier when the two classes had a little gathering after the training, though the pink girl had been… uh, reconditioning Mineta.
"She's up in her room. Need me to walk you there?" The Hardening Hero offered.
"No, thank you. I'll find my way." Itsuka strode towards the girls' side.
"Oh, nice. If you need something, come find me or Momo!" Eijiro brushed a horn of his red hair as he cast his eyes back to his magazine.
Itsuka climbed the stairs and found Mina's nameplate. She knocked twice and waited.
Mina's yellow eyes peeked around the door and instantly lit up upon recognising her visitor.
"So, you decided to keep your side of the bet, after all." She opened the door further. She was still wearing the same purple sweater she had been wearing earlier.
"I keep my word."
"I can see that. Well, come on in." Mina stepped aside and ushered her in, closing the door behind her.
Kendo sat on the pink girl's desk chair.
"So," Mina began. "Whaddaya need?"
"Advice." Itsuka began, throwing her ponytail over her shoulder.
"Go on." Mina sat on her bed and pulled a pot of green nail polish from her bedside table.
"The guys in your class are… colourful characters."
"Narrow 'em down for me." Mina pulled her knee into her chest and slowly applied the polish to her toes. She had the same colour on her fingers too.
"Well: Bakugo is a huge no, he's quite frankly an asshole. Tokoyami seems nice but way too goth. Aoyama is super… French. I don't like his fashion sense either."
Kendo stopped and looked to Mina, who wasn't even looking towards her as she spoke.
"Keep going." Mina said, yet without facing her again. "I am listening."
"Well," The ginger girl got back on topic. "Todoroki is too aloof; he seems like he'd rather die than be caught out on a date."
Mina snorted. Kendo smirked.
"Uh, Mineta is just… no."
Mina laughed again. She hissed in anger as polish trickled onto her sheets when the bed shook. She gave Itsuka a coy look as she reached for the remover.
"So that leaves Sato- wait, no. Him and Koji and… Shoji, is it? They're all a bit boring. No offence."
She put a thumb to her chin.
"So that leaves… Ojiro, Kirishima, Midoriya, Kaminari and Iida."
"No Sero?" Mina kicked out her left leg, studied her work and then pulled her right leg up to her chest.
"Who's 'Sero'?" Kendo asked.
"Yikes." Ashido grit her teeth. "Burn to Hanta."
"Sorry." Kendo apologised, though Mina never responded to it.
There was a pregnant pause before Mina interjected the silence.
"You were on the last five guys." She urged the 1-B class rep to continue.
"O-oh, whoops. Yeah, so… Iida is a bit too stern. He also seems way too uptight to want to date someone. Especially another rep."
She hummed in thought.
"Ojiro likes martial arts… that's super shallow reasoning though. He seems a little dull, honestly. But he's at least on a list of guys I could start a conversation with."
"We'll file that under 'maybe'." Mina kicked her other leg out and laid flat on her bed.
"Yeah." Kendo squeezed the bridge of her nose.
"Kaminari is really flirty, by the way. Like super over the top flirty." Mina offered her first piece of advice of the evening. "If you're okay with the 'host' type then go for it."
"He's good looking but I can't stand those types of guys." Kendo pouted in though. "Guess he's a no for now."
"So that just leaves Midoriya and Kirishima." Itsuka reached out and grabbed the bottle of polish to throw around in her hands absent-mindedly.
"I think I'll ask Kirishima, he seems like-"
"No." Mina sat up like a resurrecting corpse to glare at her.
"O-Okay, I'll leave him to you, jeez."
"Thanks." Mina stared at the wall, cheeks purple with the faint dustings of her abnormal blush.
"So, we're down to just Midoriya and Ojiro." The pink girl quickly recovered to steer them back on course.
"Yeah. Tell me; is Midoriya as nice as he seems in training? He literally apologised to Monoma for the guy stealing his quirk and hurting himself when we were partying earlier."
Mina cupped her chin as she fell back onto her bed. "He's adorable. He's the kind of guy you'd have to really force into being assertive. Once he's in the state of mind and knows what he wants, he goes from goofy and adorable to smart and sexy."
"Uh huh." Itsuka deadpanned. "This is just one date, don't forget. I'm just looking for a guy I won't feel awkward around too much and that wouldn't be too embarrassing to tell the girls at 1-B I went out with."
"Then go for Midori. He's cute; the girls in your class can't make fun of you for that." Mina smiled genuinely and Itsuka replied in kind.
''Alright. So we've got the guy decided, now we choose the day and location.'' Itsuka crossed her legs, her sneakers scraping against each other.
''Does Midoriya have any interests that would translate into dates?'' The redhead asked.
Mina clenched her eyes shut. ''Honestly, Izuku's kinda boring. He's cute and all but he does nothing but train and study heroes.''
''O-Oh. Should I ask Ojiro then?''
''No, no. Still ask Izuku. I'd like to see him happy. The guy's barely smiling anymore. He seemed so happy at the start of the year.'' Mina said sadly.
''Would he like the water park? Arcade? Dojo visit?'' Kendo listed a few options.
''Do you like any of those ideas?'' Mina returned.
Kendo grimaced. ''Uh, I like the idea of the dojo. I hope Izuku will too. Maybe we can go to a water park too?'' She bobbed back and forth in her chair.
''Woah, slow down there! You need to ask him out first, dummy!'' Mina scampered across the floor and flicked the taller girl's forehead.
''O-oh! I'll go do it now!'' Kendo stood and walked to the door. She stopped as her hand gripped the handle.
''B-By the way… please don't make my swimsuit too… skimpy.''
''What?'' Mina raised a brow.
''I said that the winner decides the loser's outfit. Please don't make me borderline nude, please.''
''I'm not a monster.'' Mina laughed, though her face had a serious edge that allowed Itsuka to trust her word.
''Thanks. I'll let you know how it went.''
And with that, she was gone. Mina closed her bedroom door and reached for her phone as she laid down again. She looked through her contacts before finding the name she was searching for.
Mei Hatsume.
Mina cackled to herself.
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She found Midoriya's door quickly. The All Might nameplate was a dead giveaway even if she couldn't read his name. She knocked 3 times and took a step back. She realised in the moment that her hands had grown awfully clammy.
The door swung open. Kendo choked on her spit.
''H-Hi, Midoriya-san.'' She mumbled, her eyes unable to tear away from his chest. His shirtless chest.
''Oh, h-hey, Kendo-san.'' He said shakily. ''What's up?''
Kendo's mouth moved, though no words escaped her lips. Her cheeks were growing warmer and warmer by the second. Izuku leaned in slightly to check her expression before he looked back to himself.
''Oh! I'm s-so sorry! You don't want to see my nasty scars, do you?'' Izuku ducked behing his door and emerged with a shirt that he quickly threw over his head. Itsuka's brow furrowed at his self-deprecating sentence.
''Midoriya, your scars don't bother me. They're proof you're tough.'' Kendo fought away her blush and spoke confidently.
''Well, I don't know…'' Izuku shifted his right sleeve to cover the large patchwork on his bicep. ''S-So, you needed something?''
Kendo jumped in her own skin. She had forgotten she was here to ask him out!
''So, I- yeah. I want to ask you something.'' She breathed in deeply.
''Okay.'' Izuku looked back into his room for a moment. ''Would you like to come in?''
''N-No, thank you. It's alright.''
''Okay.'' Izuku said again as he pushed his door open wider and rested his arm against the doorframe.
''WUH-'' Kendo practically screamed the beginning of the word 'would' before shutting down in embarrassment.
''It's okay. It must be a difficult question to ask.'' Izuku reassured her, smiling gently.
'Trust me. It is.' Kendo scoffed mentally.
''Would you like to g-go on a date with me?'' Kendo squeezed her eyes shut as if a flashbang would come out of Izuku's mouth.
She had no response. She prised an eye open and took in his trembling form. She had never seen a human being so red. He looked as if he would burst.
''I-I-Yo-You-'' He was lucky he was resting against the frame. He may have collapsed otherwise.
''Sorry to spring it on you.'' Kendo bowed.
''I… huh.'' He huffed out a last, hot breath. ''Why me?'' His voice was squeaky from the emotional rush.
Kendo bit her lip. Luckily she was still bowed enough that he couldn't see that. She had not thought about that question and its potential answer.
''I… like the way you look. And you seem really friendly and helpful and that you can treat people the way they want to be treated. You're very heroic and self-sacrificing and… yeah.'' She couldn't help but blush deeply at that incredibly complimenting rant.
''Thank you, Kendo-san. That's very kind of you to say.'' She could hear his lips smack as he tried very hard to bring himself to speak again.
''I… like the way you look too. Your quirk is awesome and your martial arts style is so cool to watch! You look so majestic!'' He was blushing madly but remained somewhat composed. Mina was right; he was entirely different when he had something set in stone in his mind.
''Wow. I've never had a compliment like that before.''
''I also thought you looked amazing at the beauty pageant!'' Izuku said (or shouted) confidently.
''Aww, thank you. I'm glad someone liked my dress and my look.''
''Who didn't?'' Izuku laughed her comment off, though not in a dismissive way. She knew he was trying to raise her confidence.
The two stood in a comfortable silence, smiling bashfully at each other like morons.
''R-Right! The date!'' Itsuka yelped in surprise at her own rekindling of the discussion.
''Mhmm.'' Izuku nodded.
''Would you like to go on date with me, Midoriya-san?''
''I'd love to. And if we're going on a date, you, uh, might as well call me I-Izuku…'' He rubbed the back of his head out of doubt.
Kendo beamed at him. ''Great! You can call me Itsuka then!''
''Will you, uh, need my number?'' Izuku held his phone out to her.
''Damn, thanks for reminding me! I would've just left without it!'' Kendo laughed awkwardly.
''Hold on, I'll unlock it and you can just add your number in my contacts list.'' Izuku held his thumb over the touchpad before holding it out to her.
Kendo raised a brow at how trusting he was being. She was practically a stranger.
Izuku obviously noticed her hesitation. ''Go on. I trust you. You wouldn't be a Class Rep if you weren't trustworthy.''
Kendo nodded to him as she gently took his phone from his hand, her fingertips brushing his knuckles and sending a little tingle up her arm.
She went into his contacts and entered her number. She moved to his texts and sent herself a message. Just a 'hello,' but it did the trick. As she backed out of their single message chain, her eyes locked on a different chain.
Uraraka.
Her eyes flicked up for a second. Midoriya was resting his head against the doorframe with his eyes closed. She looked back to the messages.
'Sorry, Izuku. This is such an invasion of privacy…'
She quickly scrolled through Izuku's exchanges with Ochako Uraraka. The brunette couldn't be less subtle if she tried. Love hearts and kisses everywhere. The occasional message to ask to video call. She even went so far as to ask if they could video call to 'study.' Yes, she had put 'study' in speech marks in her message.
Izuku had declined some of these calls. His answers were short and sweet, sometimes a little awkward but usually charming enough that it carried over in text form.
She looked at the length of some of these calls. Some of them lasted hours.
'Oh god, have they really been devoting hours at a time to mutual mastur-'
''Kendo?''
She shot up from her slightly stooped stance, hitting Midoriya's chin with the top of her head. Izuku bit down without a choice.
''Urgh! Oawa! My tunn!'' Izuku's eyes watered as he reached into his own mouth to rub his tongue.
''Oh my god, I'm so sorry!'' Kendo waved her arms in apology. Izuku nodded with blurry vision and held out a hand to clasp his phone. Kendo dropped it softly into his palm and battled the urge to trace the scars along it.
''Ith okae. Imma go to beh now.'' Izuku tongue lolled out of his mouth, teeth marks leaving small bobbles on the surface that, even from a few feet away, she could see clear as day.
''A-Alright. I'll- I'll text you!'' Itsuka practically ran down the stairs and straight out of the boys living quarters. Kirishima gave her a quizzical look that she hadn't the time to respond to. She sprinted across the common room and into the girl's half.
Mina had to know.
As if she didn't already.
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They decided to wait until the following Wednesday for their date. Izuku had a lot of work to do due to his sudden development of Black Whip and Kendo realised that Momo could definitely help her academically. She had spent every other day after school studying with Momo, Yui and Ashido.
Now the day was upon her. Ashido had looked through Kendo's closet and picked out an outfit. Whilst she was not best pleased when Mina handed her a thong (as she had promised), the pinkette had at least given her the modesty of jeans and a tank top. She had a jacket if she got cold. And she would be.
They'd be travelling all the way to Fushimi Inari Shrine in Kyoto. Luckily they had the day off school. After the shrine visit they'd be heading back down the mountain and going to the nearest water park.
That second part wouldn't be as bad as she'd thought; Mina had given her a swimsuit that she'd bought special, and it was honestly quite modest. It was a bikini, sure, but it left a lot to the imagination, thankfully. She didn't mind the bright white material either; although her pale skin might blend in too much.
She had thanked Mina for her charity, to which the pink girl responded with a mirthful grin and a hasty goodbye. Kendo stood outside the 1-B dorms, awaiting her knight in… oh shit.
Izuku walked out of the woodland path and into view. He had definitely had some tips from Jiro and Kaminari on how to dress up.
He wore a white button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up just below his scar, and dark jeans. He still had his red sneakers, though she then realised that she'd literally never seen him not wearing them. His hair was freshly trimmed on the back and sides and the confused, tangled mop of hair atop his head was significantly tidier.
She blushed as he approached her, waving nervously. Her eyes traced the white vest under his shirt and came to rest on the gap in the center where his pecs were most visible.
''Hi, Kendo-san! I mean Itsuka!'' He greeted her. He reached behind his back into the edge of his waistband and produced a rose. Kendo laughed slightly as she accepted the flower.
''Why, aren't you romantic?'' She smirked.
''Heh heh, Mineta actually gave me that. Turns out the word got out around my class' dorm kinda fast. S-Sorry. That must be embarrassing for you.'' He looked down and away.
''Why would I be embarrassed, Izuku?''
''Oh, well, you're on a date with me, of all people. Never mind, forget that.'' He took a deep breath and met her eyes again. ''You asked me, I need to remember that.''
Kendo smiled as she popped the rose into one of Ibara's empty vases. ''I did. I don't feel embarrassed to be doing this. Do you?''
''N-No! I'm really looking forward to this!'' He shook his hands in front of his face in protest to her question.
''Good. Should we head off?'' Itsuka smiled. He returned the expression and they set off.
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''Wow…'' Itsuka looked up the enormous flights of stairs they faced on the long trip up. There were so many people around; if Izuku's hair wasn't the colour it was she might have struggled to see him if they got lost in the crowds.
''Have you been here before?'' She turned to ask Izuku, who was equally in awe.
''N-No, actually. Sorry.''
''What? Izuku, there's no need to apologise for that. I haven't been here since I was a kid, so I'm basically as clueless as you.'' She patted his shoulder.
He nodded a single time. Not very assuring for her going forward.
''Why don't we just follow the signs and stick together?'' She crooked her arm and held it out to him. He stared at it in wonder.
''Wrap your arm around mine. You never done that before?''
Izuku shook his head. ''N-Never. And d-definitely not with a g-girl.''
Itsuka's cheeks got slightly warmer at the connotations. But she needed to be the socially stronger of the two to avoid a heated or awkward exchange.
''Well, I'll be the first!'' She scooted closer and wrapped her arm around his. He shifted uncomfortably for a brief time before relaxing into the contact.
''You good?'' Kendo asked, leaning around to look him in the eye.
''Mhmm.'' Izuku squeaked out.
''Alright. Off we go!'' Kendo dragged him forwards and up the steps.
The walk up wasn't awful. Izuku seemed to forget what his arm was doing and opened up enough to keep conversation between them up. Asking him about heroes or quirks was an easy way into a conversation, and from there she could steer it to something she found more interesting.
Not that Izuku's quirk theory was boring! She actually enjoyed listening to him talk about them. There was something about his passion and enthusiasm that was infectious; she found herself joining in and providing her two cents every once in a while too.
They soon reached the summit and drank in the sight. There was a small amount of snow littered on some of the roofs and fountains. It was like something you'd see on a postcard, not something you'd see in person.
''Right, so we'll go check out the little dojo museum, make an offering then draw our blessings. Sound good?'' She pointed towards the museum entrance as they weaved their way out of peoples' paths.
''Sure! Maybe you can teach me about martial arts?'' Izuku asked with an eager expression.
Itsuka beamed at him. ''Okay!''
She pulled him through the crowds and into the small dojo. Glass cases containing artifacts and antiques circled the large ring in the center of the room. A velvet rope surrounding the ring to preserve the century old flooring.
''Oh wow!'' Kendo squealed in joy and tugged him towards the nearest display. ''Nunchucks!''
''Oh!'' She wasn't sure if he was saying that in surprise at her excitement or in awe of the weapon.
''Battlestaff used these sometimes!''
She laughed. Of course he'd find a way to relate it back to heroes.
''Yeah, he did. You ever see Bruce Lee use these in those really old movies?'' The ginger girl thumbed to the smaller, metallic pair. ''These things hit hard.''
''They don't look too strong.'' Izuku leaned in to get a closer look.
''That's the neat thing; they aren't. The key to it is getting enough momentum with your swing to leave a lasting impression. Even catching one of these when I've grown my hands still stings a little.'' She admitted.
''Wow. They must be pretty useful. Have you ever used them for hero stuff?''
''Nah.'' Kendo said with a shrug of the shoulders. ''They would be pretty small when I use my quirk. It would be like holding a piece of string.''
''Sorry. That was a really dumb question.'' Izuku stared vacantly at the display.
''Hey.'' Kendo nudged her elbow into his side. ''Don't be afraid to ask me questions. We're getting to know each other, after all.''
He smiled at her after a second of contemplation. ''Alright. Should we move on? I see some bokken!''
The pair grinned at each other.
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''-he never tried that move on me again, safe to say!'' Kendo laughed heartily as they left the museum. She had been regaling him with stories of her days in her first dojo. She was glad she had.
When she looked at his face, his eyes were puffy from where he'd been crying with laughter. She'd never seen him so happy!
''Haha, whew, man.'' Izuku leaned against her empty-headedly as he recovered from the burning lungs the laughter had caused. ''You, woo, wanna do those blessings?''
''Yep. Get some yen out for the offering, Izuku.''
They threw some coins in the offerings box before heading to the blessing ballot. Izuku drew his first.
''Huh, 'large blessing'.'' Izuku smiled at the small slip of paper.
Kendo's hand fished into the box and emerged with another blessing fortune.
'Small blessing.' The paper read.
''Cool. Looks like we're both in for a good time, huh?''
Izuku nodded fervently in agreement. ''You okay to get going?''
Kendo's eyebrows rose in shock. He was taking the initiative?
''To the water park?'' She twirled her ponytail in her fingers.
''Yup.''
''Alright. I can destroy you at water polo.''
''Hmmph, only because you can hold like 15 balls at once!'' Izuku raised a finger at her.
Now he was making jokes!? What had she done to create this charming beast?
She grinned at him. ''Oh yeah? I could beat you without quirks, easy!''
''Then let's go! It's a bet!'' Izuku walked ahead and jogged down the stairs, almost forgetting her in his driven state.
'Small blessing, huh?' Itsuka thought as her phone buzzed.
Mina.
'Hey girl, how's it going?'
Itsuka slowly pursued Izuku as she replied.
'Good; we're actually finding a lot to talk about. We're about to head for the water park.'
Itsuka had barely tucked her phone back in her pocket before it vibrated again.
'Noice! If he's nervy about your swimsuit, ask him to do the lightning thing he does with his quirk! He always likes when Ochako asks him to make her hair frizzy! Later!'
Itsuka smiled. Mina was being so helpful, despite her winning their bet. It was odd.
She saw Izuku's green locks bobbing on the stairs… about half way down. And dashed after him.
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''So… meet back here in 15?'' Itsuka pointed to the entryway to the park. The changing rooms were before you entered the park proper, meaning that they had the entire park at their leisure from the moment they set foot inside.
''Yeah.'' Izuku said softly. ''See you in 15.''
Itsuka gave him a little wave as she backed away and strode into the ladies' room. She hurried into an empty door and slammed the door behind her.
'Why am I so nervous?' She pondered as she placed her hand against her chest, feeling her heart hammering away.
She stripped down quickly, throwing her thong and socks into her handbag. She pulled her two-piece from the centre pocket and held the material up to the light. The lights of the changing room didn't bleed through the cloth and didn't go transparent in the slightest. Thank god. The last thing she needed was a see-through bikini.
She slipped the bottoms and twisted her hips. They were snug, for sure. It was complimenting to her figure. She had a nice butt. Setsuna told her all the time. There was extra lining around her delicates that trailed from just above her… 'lips' to past her butt. She was glad for it.
She studied her breasts in the mirror. They felt heavy in her hands as she cupped them. The bikini top slipped on easily enough; she enjoyed the white colour more than she thought. Again, she felt that secondary lining running over her nipples. Mina had really outdone herself in finding something flattering yet protective to her modesty.
She took some time to respond to memes Kinoko and Yui had sent her and scroll through some videos. She tucked her phone into her purse and slung it over her shoulder. She found a vacant locker and stuffed her belongings inside.
She emerged into the park and Izuku's eyes met hers from across the way. Then their eyes studied each others' bodies, as bad as it was to admit.
Kendo was simply gawking at his abs. He was doing the same to her thighs and hips.
''Uh, hi.'' Kendo's face was brightening up, as was his. ''You ready to play some polo?''
''S-Sure! W-Where is that?'' He dragged his eyes away from her to look around the park.
The water park was enormous. A huge slide was in the very centre, spiralling and twisting as it completed a skyscraper's height of a journey from top to bottom.
''Slide before polo?''
''Slide before polo?''
Izuku and Kendo pivoted to meet eyes.
''I'm glad we were thinking the same thing.'' Itsuka grinned. ''Let's go!''
The pair sprinted to the stairs and rushed up them. Itsuka was self conscious; she was a few steps ahead of Izuku and probably giving him a good eyeful. She turned back for a brief moment and caught him looking, though she couldn't say she was annoyed.
She probably would've been staring at him, too.
They reached the peak and joined the surprisingly short queue for the slide. Izuku allowed Itsuka in front of him. The attendant gave her the nod and she took a small run up before leaping down.
The trip down would've been scarier if she could actually fathom just how high up they were. The water rushed and splashed her countless times but the adrenaline stopped the temporary shock getting wet usually made people go through.
After what felt like maybe 4 seconds, she was flung out into the main pool headfirst. She took it in stride, dropping gracefully into the pool with a small splash.
She reemerged just in time to see Izuku's exit. Safe to say, it was less graceful than her's. He spun like a top as he popped out and landed with the watery equivalent of a thud.
She swam over and rolled him over on the surface of the water.
''Wanna go again? I bet you fail like that again.''
He groaned at her proclamation. ''You're on.''
They swam to the edge of the pool and back up the steps.
As they re-entered the queue, they spotted a couple going together. The girl, who was roughly their age, rested on what they assumed to be her boyfriend's chest and they took the plunge as a duo.
Izuku turned to Itsuka. ''S-Say… you think w-we could do that?''
Kendo reeled back in shock.
''I-I mean you'll fail me if I mess up my landing, r-right? You could… help me?'' Izuku was trying desperately to sound genuine. She almost bought it. Actually, was he telling the truth? She didn't have much time to decipher it as he strode towards the slide.
He looked back at her and she rushed to his side. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they jumped together.
If the last trip down felt like a 4 second journey, this felt infinitely longer. She couldn't help but feel the definition of his muscles as they descended. He couldn't help but feel her boobs pressed up against him.
As they neared the exit, Kendo shouted above the sound of the flowing water and the other screaming kids.
''Tense your legs!''
''WHAT!''
''TENSE YOUR LEGS!''
Izuku straightened his legs and pointed his toes as if he were being fired out of a cannon.
''NO! I JUST MEAN YOU SHOULD-''
There was no time. They shot out of the end of the slide like a bullet and skipped on the surface of the water like a stone on a pond.
Izuku wrapped her up in his arms in a protective embrace. They stopped a good couple of metres away from the entrance and unfurled into a heap.
''Haha!'' Itsuka laughed as she flopped against his chest. ''You're such a dunce! Haha!''
Izuku laughed along with her, making her bob up and down on his chest as it rose and fell.
''Y-Yeah, maybe I misunderstood the 'tense' part! Hahaha!'' He twisted in the water and she was brought along for the ride. She swam back from him a little and rested against the side of the pool.
''Phew. Wow, that was a ride, huh?'' She asked rhetorically. ''Wanna get to that polo?''
Izuku smirked. ''Don't cry when I beat you.''
Kendo grinned confidently back at him. ''Just you wait, greenie. I'm gonna pound you!''
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''Serving!'' Kendo shouted.
She leapt up and spiked the volleyball to the far corner of the opposite team's grid. The ball just landed in the court, out of Izuku's reach.
''Hey, nice one!'' The blonde girl on her team praised her. ''I'm glad we called you over, uh, Kendo-san, was it?''
''Yup! And I should be thanking you! Polo was getting a little boring!'' She smiled at her two teammates.
''Is that because I was destroying you!?'' Izuku called across the court.
''Yeah, yeah! Nice bragging, buster! Return a serve first!'' Itsuka fired back.
Izuku hissed at the burn sarcastically.
The tall blonde guy on Kendo's team served next. Izuku returned and allowed his teammate to smash the ball into the sand.
''Alright! 8-8! Break time!'' Kendo's female teammate shouted as she headed over to their recliners to hand out their drinks.
''Hey, Kendo-san.'' The blonde guy rested his hand on her shoulder. She cast a disgusted eye towards him. If he noticed, he didn't care. ''You here with anybody?'' He leered at her.
Itsuka squirmed away from her. Izuku spun just in time to see it. He threw his bottle down and began the walk over to her.
''Yes, actually. I'm here with Izuku. He's my date.'' She specified, hoping the obvious hint would drive him away.
'''Date'? Not 'boyfriend' though? Why not ditch him? Hang with me?'' He attempted to flex his pecs, though they were nowhere near defined enough.
''Pfft! Yeah huh, sure. You always try those stereotype lines?'' Kendo backed away, into the waiting arm of Izuku. ''I'm taken. Like my hint should've been.''
''Wow, okay! Sure; hang with this… this fucking twink!'' He scowled and marched towards the drinks.
Itsuka looked to Izuku, expecting him to be incredibly upset.
'Oh no, he's going to be so… happy?'
Izuku was smiling widely. ''Did he just call me a twink? Pfft, hahahaha!''
He gripped his stomach with his free arm as she doubled over in amusement.
''What a dick!'' He wiped a tear from his eye.
Itsuka chuckled lightly too, suddenly becoming aware of his arm wrapping around her shoulders. She didn't mind, though. He was warm. Almost unnaturally so.
''I have to beat him now. Join my team?'' Izuku pleaded.
''I'll ask Kawazaki.'' Kendo slinked out of his grip and walked to the blonde and they had a brief exchange. The other girl glared at the asshole of the group but didn't say anything to him. Kendo quickly came back over.
''I'm on your team. Don't let me down, yeah?''
''I'll ask you the same.'' Izuku held a hand out for a high five, which Itsuka accepted with enthusiasm.
The others came back over and the game began again.
Kawazaki, the blonde girl, was a good teammate to the pair. The douche on the other team was definitely being targeted by all three. After all, he was the worst player of the 6 on the court.
After 10 minutes, Izuku and Itsuka's team was in a comfortable 24-11 lead. With just one point left until their victory, Itsuka decided to let off some steam.
When Izuku set her up for a spike, she enlarged her hand and launched the ball into the blonde dickhead opposite.
The volleyball.
His forehead.
A match made in heaven.
The noise the contact between the two made was glorious. The guy folded like origami and landed in the sand with a soft puff. The ball came to rest just next to his head, meaning that, in one fell swoop, Itsuka has silenced the asshole and won her team the game.
She ducked under the net and shook hands with a tanned guy and his girlfriend. She held no ill will towards them; they had been nothing but friendly and inclusive. They just had the unfortunate issue of being on her current least favourite person's team.
She walked over to Izuku, who was smiling proudly as he looked at the crumpled form of Twink Man.
''Wanna go tan? I need to get a little less pale.'' The redhead asked.
''Sure!''
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The tanning beds next to the pool were a surprisingly relaxing palace to be. They were on the quieter side, with it being nowhere near places that interested the kids at the park.
Kendo was basking in the rays. Surely they had someone who could manipulate the weather working for the park. How else could the sun be such a permanent feature?
Izuku rested in the bed next to her, twiddling his thumbs. He seemed a little bored. She sat up and faced him, remembering her text conversation with Mina from earlier.
''Hey.''
''Uh, hey?'' He replied in confusion.
''What do you call the electric part of your quirk? The thing that makes you all green and sparky?''
''Oh, Shoot Style? Or Full Cowling?''
''Izuku, I'm asking you!'' Kendo giggled.
''Why do you ask?''
''I like the look of it! Does the electricity hurt? Could it make my hair go all frizzy like one of those electric ball things?'' She tried to push him towards it.
''A Van de Graaff generator?'' Izuku asked.
''How do you know that?'' Itsuka exhaled. ''And so? Could it make my hair stand up?''
''Yeah. Ochako likes when I do that, actually.'' He swung his legs off his tanning bed and leaned towards her. ''Just put your hand on my arm or my… my chest or something.'' He said with a blush.
''O-Okay~'' Itsuka placed her palm over his heart. ''Hit me.''
Izuku tensed his muscles and breathed out deeply. Green lightning flowed around his body and into her arm. Her ponytail puffed out like a squirrel's tail as the volts danced on the surface of her skin.
''W-Wow…'' She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. It was refreshing. Cleansing. Maybe Mina was a classy girl for recommending this?
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Mina's phone dinged as she rested on her bed. She jumped up onto her feet in excitement.
''SHE DID IT!'' She screeched.
She scrolled through her apps until she found one that had Mei's face as the shortcut image. She tapped the large blue button in the center of her app's screen and waited.
''Enjoy, Itsuka-chan~~~''
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Izuku moved away and laid back down on his recliner. Itsuka did the same, rubbing her ponytail in her fingers to keep the slowly dissipating, yet lingering, feeling going.
Her bikini top and bottoms suddenly felt a little tighter, but she paid it no mind as Izuku turned his head to face her.
''Do you think that we'll graduate kinda easily?'' He asked.
''I hope so. It seems like there's more villains around now than before All Might came onto the scene.'' She replied as she checked her nails.
''You like All Might?'' Izuku hopped up in his lain out position slightly, clearly hopeful in his anticipation.
''Oh, well I think- heeeeeeeeeee!'' She suddenly squirmed as if she was having an exorcism.
The swimsuit was fucking VIBRATING!
'MINA YOU BITCH.'
The bra was convulsing as it vibrated, stimulating her nipples. The bottoms were slowly vacuuming to her every curve and fold, as if they were searching for her most sensitive spots.
''Itsuka?'' Midoriya asked as he sat forward. ''You alright?''
''I'M FINE!'' Itsuka threw her legs off the sun bed. ''J-Just a little… ODD!'' She exclaimed the last word with a hint of arousal that even Izuku wasn't innocent enough to miss.
What could she do? She couldn't take them off, she'd be nude in a water park, for god's sake! And shifting them would just make her look like she was trying to flash her date!
''Hey, you sure?'' Izuku reached forward and gripped her hands. Itsuka whimpered.
''N-no…'' She squeezed her eyes shut. Only for them to burst open again as she gasped. The bottoms had snuck up her labia. Now it was directly vibrating against her clit.
She knew what was building up, and boy was it building up fast. No matter how she squirmed, the material wouldn't leave her button alone.
Izuku squeezed her hands and she just about lifted her head enough to meet his eyes. His gorgeous, green eyes.
'GOD WHAT AM I THINKING!?'
She felt her release building ever closer. She couldn't screech in pleasure for the whole park to hear!
"I-Izuku…" She breathed out hotly.
"Y-Yeah…?"
"P-Please don't judge me too hard for this…!"
She leaned forward and smashed her lips into his. The intense vibrations only felt more powerful now.
The kiss was hot. The kiss was passionate. The kiss was French.
Itsuka's tongue danced around his; Izuku seemed so shocked he could barely react.
Itsuka's hip began gyrating against the edge of the sun bed. Despite her literally kissing a boy who was a complete stranger just a week ago, her mind was preoccupied on one thing.
'gonnacumgonnacumgonnacumgonnacumgonnacum!'
And she did. Hard. She hopped up and down and convulsed in her seat. Her discharge escaped the vacuum sealed bikini bottoms and slipped down her thighs.
She moaned into Izuku's mouth just as hard. He felt his teeth rattle at the almost primal noise. At the very least, the kiss had worked to make her noises significantly less notable.
Itsuka cupped his face with her hand and dragged her lips away. Her head fell onto his shoulder and made his collar bone significantly warmer with how much blood had gone to her face.
"I-you-but-"
"Sorry… I'm so sorry Izuku…" Itsuka began, only for the swimsuit to remind her they were still going strong.
She couldn't stay here like this. She stood on shaky legs.
"I'll… I promise I'll be back." She dashed towards the changing rooms as well as her legs could carry her.
She wriggled as she wrenched her locker open and stomped into a free booth.
She tried and tried to pull the panties off, but they were practically stuck to her! It was as if they couldn't come off!
She pulled her phone from her handbag and typed a message.
'Mina yuu fucin btch trn this shit off'
The reply was almost as fast as it was infuriating. A half dozen laughing emojis. Followed by a sharp:
'Wow! They must've worked well, huh?'
Itsuka scowled. She would kill this pink cunt when she got home.
'TURN THEM OFF'
'OR AT LEAST LET ME TAKE THEM OFF'
The reply was quick again.
'Okay, that is not supposed to happen. You're supposed to be able to take them off. Sorry.'
A few seconds later, and the vibrating had stopped. Itsuka leapt to her feet and shimmied them down before kicking them away.
She took off the top too and sat, legs spread, on the small bench in the changing booth.
She could still feel the sensations tingling her. They weren't stopping.
She looked at her side profile in the mirror. Even with a leg in the way, the reflective wetness her sex and inner thighs had stood out.
Her right hand trailed downwards and stroked her puffy lips. She bit her bottom lip to contain the first moan.
It felt so good. Unbelievably good.
Her hand worked vigorously, making sure no millimeter of her privates went untouched.
Her left hand slinked down to her rear. The vibrations had left their impression there, too.
Her middle finger tapped the entrance to her ass pensively, before she plunged it inside.
"Oooh~" She couldn't help but let out. She had no hand to bite onto now. Nothing to stop her callings into the pleasurable void.
She shifted backwards on the bench. Her curling toes were just over the edge of the seat as she took advantage of the new position and dipped her right index into her pussy.
Another whimper here. Another soft moan there.
A rub here. A flick there.
By the time she felt her orgasm build up again, she had both her index and middle finger in her womanhood and an enlarged finger in her asshole.
Her two fingers began pumping her pussy harder. She rolled her chest to throw her breast up, catching a nipple in her mouth and having to give it a suckle.
She had no worries about Izuku this time. But, as she drew closer and closer to release, she couldn't help but imagine his arms around her.
His lips on her lips.
His cock inside her.
"I-Izuku!" She exclaimed as she squirted all over her fingers.
Her head slumped against the wall of the changing room. Her fingers retreated onto her chest, warm and slick.
She couldn't rest for long. She had promised Izuku she'd come back.
She reached into her bag and retrieved two small packets.
Wet wipes, for her left hand. Tissues, for… well, everything.
She wiped down her body first, before moving onto the seat and the wall she'd sprayed.
She gently pulled her thong up her legs and slipped her jeans on.
She breathed out heavily as she continued to dress herself.
'How am I going to explain this!?'
She facepalmed.
'Mina, you are going to get a face full of my fist. I hate you so much.'
She looked to her phone to see her new nemesis had left a few more texts.
'Okay, it's off. Sorry again. It was only supposed to be a quick two second buzz.'
'Busy, huh? Don't think of Izuku too hard~'
'Your silent treatment says it all. I'll let you decide my punishment when you get back.'
The last message was accompanied by a handful of praying emojis.
'Yeah, you're gonna need a prayer, you evil, EVIL bitch.' Kendo mentally spat.
She clipped her bra back on and threw her tank top on. She placed her jacket over her handbag. She was too hot to be wearing 2 layers right now.
She threw her socks inside her shoes and walked out of the changing room with them in hand. Only to find Izuku waiting, leaning on the wall opposite the ladies' room.
"I-Izuku?" She said nervously. He turned away from the girl's bathroom.
"O-Oh! I just thought… shaky legs and all…"
Kendo had to get the first word. "I'm so sorry you had to see-"
"You must've had a bad stomach, right?"
Kendo's mouth gaped in awe. He couldn't be that innocent.
He walked to her and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.
"Oh wow! You're really warm!" He looked down at her. "A-And red!"
She spluttered and floundered, simply unable to voice an objection.
He looked her up and down. "I'll get changed too. Then we'll head home. Don't want to be keeping you here when you're ill!"
And with that, he jogged to the men's changing room. Kendo felt sick to her stomach, as if his misplaced assumptions had come true.
Maybe that was because of how weak she felt. They'd both eaten today, but the 2 orgasms had drained her immensely. She walked on wobbly legs to a bench just a few metres from the entrance.
She looked at her watch. They'd been out since 9:30 and it was now 4pm.
She'd spent a good 6 hours in his company with no hitches. Just fun and cuteness. She smiled. If Mina hadn't made her play, this would've been a perfect date!
Maybe that knowledge was a small blessing. It made the thoughts of the last half hour more bearable.
Izuku came jogging back about 7 minutes after he'd left. Itsuka leaned forward to put her socks on, only to huff and fall back against the back of the bench. Was she really so tired she couldn't even do this?
Izuku crouched down and plucked the socks from her relaxed hands. He lifted her leg and slipped one on for her.
"Y-You didn't have to!" She called down to him.
"You're ill, Itsuka. I'm happy to help." He said as he lifted her other leg by the calf and rested her heel on his thigh. He slipped the other sock on and reached out for her shoes.
She cringed as the best she could do was drop them, rather rudely, into his hands. He didn't seem to mind.
He tucked her foot into the first shoe.
"Wrong shoe, Izuku. That's the left shoe."
"Sorry, budget Cinderella." Izuku said with mirth. She laughed and tousled his hair.
"You're a good guy, Izuku. I'm glad I asked you out." She said honestly.
He looked up as he slipped her 2nd shoe on.
"Thank you. I mean that. Having a girl be interested in me is great. I'm glad you decided to ask me out."
Itsuka grimaced as he looked back down.
'I have to tell him this was a bet. I have to.' She thought as she looked at his face. He stood as she did, making her eyes follow him upwards.
His smile was so bright. So genuine. How could she tell him? Ruin his day? Make him resent her?
"You okay to stand?" He asked as he offered her a hand. She took it in hers and allowed him to essentially pull her to her feet.
"Am I going to have to carry you?" He questioned. At first, she believed he was mocking her. But when she looked at his expression, she knew he wasn't. He was concerned.
"I mean… I give you permission if we're gonna miss the train?" She said with a giggle.
"So we're just taking it slow, yeah?"
"Yeah, Izuku. We're taking it slow." She sighed happily as she melted into him and they marched out of the water park.
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"Okay, here we are." Izuku placed her down.
They almost had missed the train. Izuku gave her a piggyback and ran for it. With no seats available on the train, she'd been more than content to just stay on his back. He'd even walked back from the station with her on his back, too.
Truth be told, she'd regained the energy to walk just fine about halfway through the train journey. But he was so warm! She couldn't hop off him and lose that pleasant toasty feeling!
She clambered off of him and planted her feet firmly on the ground.
"Thanks, greenie."
"No problem. You aren't exactly heavy."
Itsuka gasped sarcastically. "Are you saying I'm not muscly!?"
"Yup. You're just a stick with a little tuft of orange at the top." He responded equally humorously.
"Mhmm. Anyway-" She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down slightly to hug her back. He did, thank god.
"Today was lovely. You are a great date, Izu."
"M-My pleasure. You're, uh, a g-good date too."
They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a while.
"O-oh, about that kiss…?" Izuku whispered into her ear.
Itsuka went bright red. "I am so, so, sorry."
"Don't be!" Izuku pulled back from her and looked her in the face. "I… I liked it!" He went equally red.
"R-Really?" She asked shyly.
"Y-Yeah! Ochako kisses me all the time-"
'WHAT.'
"-but it's never like that!" He giggled nervously.
Kendo cringed. Luckily she wasn't one to be put off by that awful sentence.
'Read the room, moron.'
"Want to… do it again? Not as strong, this time?"
Izuku nodded and closed the gap between them. They pressed their lips together.
It was different this time. It was a lot more laid back. Equally sloppy, but not out of desperate passion like earlier. This was a kiss between two people who had no idea how to kiss.
They pulled away and grinned at each other with pink cheeks.
"I'll see you later?" He asked shakily.
"Izuku. I'm obviously asking you out again. Or you can ask me. Either way, we're going out again."
"Oh that's great! Thank you!" He threw his arms around her and squeezed her tightly into his chest. Without another word he ran off towards his own dorm.
"Later, Itsuka!"
"Bye bye!" She waved as he disappeared into the forest.
She sighed as she leant against the wooden beams on the 1-B dorm's porch.
"Well, that was cute."
She spun to see Setsuna and Kosei. Both learning out of the common room window.
"Oh, peeping toms! Great!" She threw her handbag over her shoulder and stomped inside.
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Mina arose in the early hours to a knock on her door. Well, early hours for her. It was 10am on Saturday.
She yawned and groggily stumbled to the door. She unlocked it and opened it to be greeted by-
A massive hand slapping her across the face.
If she wasn't awake before, she was now.
"Bitch." Itsuka said dryly.
"It's been 3 days. That's all you could think to do!?" Mina rubbed a hand against her sore cheek.
"That's not all." The ginger girl placed a hand on her hip.
"Name it. I'll do it. Just to rub it in your face when it's too easy."
"Go and ask out Kirishima right now."
Mina scoffed. "That's it? Too easy."
She pushed past her guest and into the hall.
"AHEM." Itsuka cleared her throat obnoxiously.
Mina spun and felt fear rush through her.
The two piece swimsuit rested on a hanger suspended in Itsuka's hand.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" She said, voice dripping with venom.
Ashido groaned.
"You're such a bitch."
"I know."
And that's all she wrote.
I really enjoyed writing this. It was a nice change of pace from my other My Hero story. (shameless plug, I apologise)
I had no intention to make this sexual at all when I began writing it. Then I realised it could make for a good bait and switch. A mastur-bait and switch, if you will.
I don't have any plans to make this a series as of now, so it's just a one shot for the time being. If anybody has requests in regards to this story or any other they may want written, lemme know. I'll hear you out.
Thank you for reading!