"Sooooooo, how's the face?" Moe smiled, taking a sip of her drink while handing her little brother one. Katsuki's face had gotten hit a lot during his time at the Sports Festival, first he had to go against Izuku's cute friend Itsuka, who punched him in the face. Hard. Then he had to fight Ejiro who also hit him in the face. Hard. And then her poor, poor little brother had to fight Izuku. Who also hit him in the face. Hard.

And while there was a whole lot that Recovery Girl's quirk could heal, a black eye, a bruised lip, and a mildly broken nose weren't really worth it.

It was a shame that nothing could really fix her brother's wounded pride. He had lost to Izuku. The same Izuku that he called useless for years. This was going to be a lot rougher on him than ever being saved by Izuku.

Katsuki grabbed the drink but instead of opening it, he placed the cold beverage on his eyes and let out a long sigh, glaring at her with his one good eye. It almost looked like he was blaming her. Was he blaming her? He was blaming her. What did she do?

"Why are you looking at me like this is my fault?"

"You trained Deku to beat me, didn't you?" Ahh, there was that wounded pride trying to come up with any reason to justify this defeat. And he totally was blaming her.

"Hey," She dug her finger into his scalp and twisted it back and forth making him wince and flail just like when they were little. "I offered you a chance to train with us, but you were the jackass that said you wouldn't get caught dead training with me and Deku. Hell, you even said that I was wasting my time. But, no, I helped Izuku learn to use his quirk you dolt."

"The quirk he lied about having." Katsuki growled, kicking away and scooting away from her on the couch.

Moe wanted to roll her eyes. So she did. Technically Izuku didn't lie, well at least not until recently. Still, it was his secret now so she wasn't going to spill it to Katsuki until Izuku was ready for all of that. "You can think what you want to think. But either way, Izuku beat you fair and square. I wasn't in the match holding his hand, or holding you down for him to hit you in the face. That was all on you."

Katsuki just growled, now glaring at the T.V.

"Dude, what's wrong with you? You've always been an asshole, but I thought I finally got you to swallow some of your pride by making you and Izuku work together, but here you are trying to choke yourself on him. So what gives? What's got you so fucking grumpy? Did losing matter that-"

"Yes!" Katsuki glared at her. "It fucking did. I'm supposed to be the strong one. I was the one with the amazing quirk. Then that stupid fucking Deku shows up and tells you how to make your stupid quirk fucking amazing and then he shows up with his own fucking quirk, now I can't beat you or fucking him. So yes. I'm a bit fucking frustrated right now, Moe."

"Get the fuck over yourself dude." Moe sat down on the couch painfully close to her little brother and glared at him. "You have an amazing quirk. Yes. You can fly, do all kinds of crazy shit. You're crazy and fucking determined, but don't act like I didn't work hard to get where I am and don't you dare fucking act like Deku didn't deserve to win. You're not the only one that worked their fucking ass off so don't act like your hard work makes everybody else's hard work moot."

She poked her little brother in the arm. "You saw how hard I worked to get to where I am today. You've seen where I started, and you've seen my results. So what the fuck gives?"

"Everyone." Katsuki growled, fingers crushing the drink in his hand as he continued to glare forward a few tears in his eye. "Everyone keeps getting better. And fucking better. While I work. And I work. And I work. And I don't improve."

"Dude." Moe sat back and leaned against the couch. "Everyone feels that way. Deku feels that way. I feel that way. It's so easy to see everyone else improving when you don't see their struggles. Trust me when I say you're getting stronger, day by day you're getting better at using your quirk. Your personality is a bit shit though."

Katsuki snurked. "Bitch."

"Bastard."

She sat there, watching the muted T.V. with her brother for a few more minutes waiting for him to say something. Her little brother might be an asshole, but he was her little asshole. And that meant when he acted out, she had to smack him back in line. And when he was fucked up she had to unfuck him. That probably could have been thought better. But she stood by her point. Besides, she could understand where he was coming from.

"You're not the only Bakugo to come in second place this year you know."

"Yeah, I know." Katsuki looked at her and gave her a wry smile. "Could have vaporized him if you went all out though."

"Ha, maybe, but I'd rather not permanently scar my friends or other heroes." More gave him a playful shove. "You're lucky Itsuka likes her new haircut, otherwise you might have to watch yourself around her."

"Heh, maybe, she's got guts and skills." Katsuki let out a long sigh and relaxed in his seat again. "Thanks. Moe."

"No problem Katsuki. No problem at all." She grabbed the remote and turned the sound back on. "Oh, by the way, I'm dating Deku."

"Fucking finally!"

XXXX

Izuku bounced the tennis ball against his racket. It was called a racket right? He had no idea what he was doing. Really. Like at all. He really should just be giddy as all hell that he managed to win the sports festival. But. He was way too nervous to even think about how awesome that was. He was on a date with Moe.

Moe. The girl whose breasts he felt up before they had even gone on a date. And who was now his girlfriend. His real girlfriend. Not a fake girlfriend. But like they were dating and stuff and this was a date. And he was on that date with Moe who was his girlfriend. And he had no idea what to do. Was he supposed to grab her and kiss her? Was that part of dating? Was sports a dating thing? Why were they playing tennis? He didn't know how to play tennis.

Did Moe know how to play tennis? She always seemed to be into sports, but he thought that was just mostly volleyball, but they couldn't play volleyball alone, but they could do tennis. They could also make out alone. Not that he wanted to make out with her. Okay he did. He really really did. He could still feel those first few kisses on his lips, that numb almost tingly sensation sending a shiver down his spine and making the rest of his body seem less important as though all of him was reslishing in that sensation.

Was he going to get another kiss? Wait. He should take one. Moe liked it when he was forward right? Was that going too far? Should he just go for it. Grab her by the waist, pull her in and kiss her? That sounded like a good idea.

"Oi, Izuku," Moe used his name again. She had stopped calling him Deku in her own special way that made him feel happy. Instead she was calling him Izuku, in that exact same way, but it was special, she only called him that when they were alone. And that sent another shiver down his spine.

He looked across the court to see Moe strutting in onto the tennis court like it was a runway. And she was several times hotter than any model. The tennis outfit she was wearing was like the ones he had seen other girls wear. Sleeveless top, Folded skirt, tennis shoes, hair in a ponytail. Only on Moe, it was sexier. Because of course it was.

It wasn't just that Moe was sexy, because she was. It was probably because her outfit was simply skimpier than it should be. Her skirt was short, ending before it really began and showing off those life-saving thighs for the entire world to see, or because they were the only ones here, him. Her sleeveless top was short, too short to be called a shirt as it was just long enough to cover her large breasts. It didn't fold into her stomach, rather it stopped, cascading over those spectacular mounds that he could still feel in his hands. Moe's stomach was likewise exposed, that firm belly half shrouded by the shadow of her breasts reminded him of just how fit Moe was, and how sexy she was. Her waist was narrow until it met her powerful child bearing hips and-

"Oi, Deku~" Moe called, racket resting on the ground, her wrists resting on the hilt. "I can see your dicku."

"It's not my fault!" He stood proud. He was supposed to be attracted to his girlfriend, right? "You wore that on purpose!"

"Who?" She placed a hand on her chest, her fingers working to undo one of the top two buttons. "Me? Would I ever try to seduce you?" She undid another button and then ruffled her shirt a bit to show off her sports bra. She finished it all with a wink. "Oh, wait, yes I would~"

"So is this how our relationship is going to go down? You teasing me every chance you get?"

Moe nodded, her flaming hair bouncing along and her smile shone brighter than the sun. "Oh you know it, and yes, it's only going to get worse once you marry me."

That made him stop. "Marriage?"

"Serves up, Deku!" Moe jumped into the sky, a tennis ball leaving her hand. But he was blinded by how her skirt showed off her panties and how her top was loose enough to allow a peek at that bra once again. Needless to say he didn't even flinch when the ball beaned him in the head. "Come on, Deku! If you win I'll give you a reward!"

Why did he feel like his entire relationship with Moe was going to be like this tennis match? Her teasing him nonstop while trying to bring out the best of him, and him, trying not to get distracted by her everything.

AN: So, I'm actually going to be ending this fic soon. I know this is going to piss a lot of you off because you were hoping for some long drawn out canon based fic where Izuku and Moe would fight AfO together or something. And while that does sound awesome, and like something you all would like to read. It's not what I want to write. This fic, from the start has been about Izuku and Moe. And now, I feel like I'm reaching my end with this fic. There's a reason why the updates are so far apart compared to my other works. Its hard to write. And even harder to write well.

Anyways, if you don't like that, let it be a lesson to you that you shouldn't read my fics expecting them to be filled with action. I don't like action.

However, I hope you all have enjoyed this fic and continue to enjoy it as I wind it down and complete it.

Thank you for the support, and sorry for the dissapointment.