Come over. I'm bored. No one is home.

There was so much to unpack in the text message that Izuku had a hard time thinking about anything beyond what it could possibly mean. Sure, baseline, it was pretty simple. Moe wasn't supposed to be walking around for a few weeks because of her injuries, and she was bored, so she wanted him to come keep her company. And no one else was home. Technically he shouldn't have anything to worry about.

But there was a lot to unpack there. A lot.

Why him? Why was she calling him over? Were all her other friends busy? Was he the first one she texted? Why was her family not home? Why was that important? What were they going to do? How long should he stay? What should he say? What should he wear? Should he text her when he left? Should he keep texting her on his way over? How loud should he knock? Should he use the doorbell? Should he text her to let her know that he was here?

"Deku!" Moe tossed open the front door and smiled at him ear to ear, her hair was back to its normal greenish-yellow tone and was down for once, falling free past her shoulders. She balanced on one bare foot, her long legs and thick thighs entirely exposed to him as her light green shorts could barely be called that. Her right foot, clad in a white cast, dangled off the ground behind her. She balanced, placing one hand on the wall. "I'm so happy you're here."

"You are?" He looked at her white and blue shirt, the words 'Mega Milk' being strained around her large bountiful breasts made him twitch. Especially because Moe wasn't wearing a bra right now. He had known Moe for a while, and he had stared at her enough to know how her clothed breasts looked when she was wearing what kind of bra. The shape, the sway, the way they distorted the shirt, she was braless.

What the fuck did that mean?

"Yeah, I still haven't thanked you for getting Shoto to warm me up back then, besides, don't you think it's time we had some quality one on one time?" She hopped on her good foot and turned around. "Come on, let's watch a movie and like, chat or something. Shit, I'm so not used to being stuck inside like this. I'm getting all kinds of antsy."

He followed after her, making sure to take his shoes off and close the door behind him, partially captivated by watching Moe maneuver with one foot. She was still as athletic and fast as always, and she seemed to be incredibly cheerful. "So, why are you alone?"

"Ahh, well, it's our parents anniversary, so they're out on a second honeymoon, and Katsuki got annoyed that I kept asking him to do stuff, so he decided to go camping. He went with that red haired boy uhh, Eijiro! Right! The guy with the hardening quirk." Moe snapped her fingers and flopped down onto the large couch that sat in the living room, the table had several snacks on it already, and Moe's phone was resting on the ground beside a bottle of tea. A pile of pillows and blankets served as a pseudo nest for Moe and one of those weird stand alone cushions was set up as a throne for Moe's foot. All in all, she looked incredibly comfy.

And sexy.

She let out a long stretch, her back arching, exposing a bit of her fit, toned stomach and slender waist. There were times when he forgot just how curvy Moe actually was. And this was serving as a clear reminder that she likely shaped his taste in women. His taste being Moe, even before puberty slapped her with a full figured body he had always had a crush on her.

She looked at him, a feral smile on her face. "Deku, come on, you going to stare at me all day or are you going to sit?"

He sat on the opposite side of the couch from her. What was she doing? What was he doing? What were they doing? What should he be doing? He knew Moe at least kind of liked him back. Well, at least he thought so. And he knew that she knew that he liked her. So, that made them what exactly?

"Hmm, let's see here." Moe grabbed the remote, and flipped through the streaming selection. "Let's start a new series, one that we can only watch when we're together. Oh, I know, have you watched this one? I heard it's good."

He really hadn't watched T.V. in a long time, mostly listening to music when he was studying, but he looked at what Moe was talking about and nodded, it looked good. "Sure, but you don't have to-"

"Izuku," she said his name. "That defeats the purpose. This is now our show, we only watch it together. So that way, if it's super good and we both get addicted to it we have to hang out to watch it. That kind of thing."

Oh, so it sounded like a good excuse to hang out with Moe more. Alone. Just the two of them. Watching a show. A show that he was probably going to pretend to be interested in if it meant he could spend time with her like this. That was. That was good. "Okay, I understand. I hope it's good then."

She gave a soft humm and smiled at him, her orange eyes flickering for a moment as she snuggled back into her nest and dropped the remote to the side. "Right then, let's sit back and relax."

He did the opposite. He sat forward, stressing about what the hell was happening. He wanted to talk to Moe about their feelings. He wanted to ask her so many things. Like, was she really going to kiss him if he won the sports festival? What happened after that? Could he ask her out? What would happen if he asked her out?

"Hey Deku." Moe spoke softly as the end credits of the first episode began. He had been partially entranced by the show, but spent most of his time trying not to look at Moe's bare legs. She shifted slightly and stretched again. "Come here."

"Huh?" He already was here though so?

She patted on the seat beside her. Right next to her. "Come here."

So close?

He scooted closer and sat next to her. "Like this?"

"A bit closer."

He scooted closer until his hip was touching hers. "This?"

He felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"Perfect." Moe leaned onto his chest, her flaming hair was warm to the touch and felt smooth, like he was running his hand through a dry oil. Moe snuggled in place, wrapping her arms around his waist and taking in a long soft breath. "Absolutely perfect."

"Uhh Moe?" Izuku asked, trying not to freak out that his longtime crush was currently cuddling him. She said nothing. She continued to say nothing, just staring up at the show and holding onto him. Slowly Izuku moved his hand down to her waist, allowing himself to get comfortable and not freak out by what was happening. Moe was cuddling him and he was going to enjoy this while it lasted.

His fingers brushed against the bare skin of her stomach, it was soft, warm, and sent a shiver down his spine with just the slightest touch. Really, nothing could ruin this moment. Save for his mounting horiness that Moe was thankfully ignoring. How could his body not react like this when she was so close?

After what felt like forever Moe finally spoke again. "Hey, Deku, you know I like you too right?"

"I kind of hoped you did." He answered quickly, his mouth moving faster than his brain or his panic could keep up. Was this how they were going to confess? "I mean, you kept teasing me, but you only teased me, so I kind of hoped."

It was another minute before Moe spoke up again, her hand moving to grab his. "You know, there's actually not that much of an age difference between us. I'm seventeen now, and you're going to turn sixteen in just over a month. So I'm only like a year and a half older than you."

"Yeah, I know," Izuku swallowed, feeling his fingers get entwined with Moe's, her slow steady breathing making him relax.

"So, why do you think I've been waiting?" She glanced up at him for a moment, the fire was gone in her eyes, replaced by something calmer, just pure honesty radiating from her. Her soft lips parted slightly, her chest pressed into his and her grip on his hand tightened ever so slightly. She was like a snake ready to strike, then she relaxed, resuming her previous position, though the feelings remained. "Why do you think I haven't pounced on you already? Why do you think I set goals for you, using your feelings for me to push you forward?"

"Because you care?" He half asked, half answered. "I mean, you're always trying to push me forward, you've always encouraged me, you were the first person that told me I could become a hero. You've always been so amazing, I thought you just wanted to see me succeed."

She let out a soft, tender laugh and moved off of his chest, the fire was back in her eyes, and she let go of his hand, instead, leaning over him, her hands pressed into the couch behind him, pinning him in place. "I'm not so selfless, Izuku. A lot of what I did was selfish. I want you to have big muscles. I wanted you to become a hero, in part, because yes, that was what you wanted, but even then it was a selfish desire. I want to know what kind of a man you'll become, Deku." She twisted her head to the side, eyes locked on his, her breath burning with desire. "So, even knowing that I've been manipulating you into becoming what I want, do you still like me?"

He swallowed, his hand was on her hip, thumb at the edge of her shorts and her waist. "I've liked you for a long time, Moe. And I don't think you believing in me is the same as manipulating me. I want to be a hero too. I want to date you as a hero. And I will."

Moe's eyes closed slightly, not a squint, not a glare, but with an intense burning passion built into them. Her chest pressed against his and she leaned forward. Her fingers moved through his hair, touching places that no one had touched in a long time, pulling him in and preparing him for what was to come. A kiss. His first real kiss. A kiss with Moe.

He held her hips, hand sliding up and down her waist as that simple kiss turned from a first kiss, to a clumsy make out session. His inexperience was showing but he wasn't going to hold back anything. This was what he had dreamed of for so long. Every time his and Moe's lips touched he felt his entire body jolt to life, and demanding more of her touch, more of her everything. And she demanded it right back at him.

She parted, leaning back and smiling at him before placing her head on his chest. "Consider this an investment then. I trust you. You're going to become a hero, you're going to become taller, you're going to be the most amazing boyfriend ever. And I'll do my part to make sure all of that happens."

"Awesome. Just you wait, Moe. I'll become the best hero ever."

"I know you will." She looked up at him and smiled, one hand on his cheek as she pulled him down into another simple kiss. Then her smile turned devious. She moved away, sitting up and grabbed at her shirt.

Then tossed it to the ground without a thought, exposing her large, full breasts with pretty pink nipples that swayed and jiggled as she settled back down into her comfortable spot. They were simply amazing, easily more than a handful and just so full that even braless, they touched and created an ounce of cleavage. There was even a lone mole buried on the inside of her cleavage that just added to her immense sex appeal.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." HIs brain stopped working as he looked at her topless form. Really all that separated her from being fully naked was two pieces of clothing that could maybe make a couple of socks.

"What's the matter, Izuku?" She brought her elbows together, looking up at him with a smug smile on her face as she shook her tits at him. "Don't you want to play with my tits? You've been staring at them since they grew. I thought that you would jump at the chance to touch them."

Holy crap, this woman was going to be the death of him. And he was going to love every second of it. His hand sunk into Moe's soft breast flesh, they were warm, firm, and just so much fun to play with. Her pink nipples hardened when he tweaked them, earning him a small gasp from Moe.

By the time he went home, well past curfew and any reasonable sense of time, Izuku had a case of blue balls so fierce it hurt.

Maybe he should have tried for more.

Still, he had a Moe as a girlfriend now.

"Wait, she is my girlfriend right?"

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