In the bar of a hotel so expensive that the cost of a single night could feed a family for a month, a lone man orders a drink. His clothes are pressed, his normally messy hair gelled and slicked back, yet despite this, it is clear he does not belong. His clear otherness is ironic however, as the man is a regular at the hotel, visiting so often that the staff have no need to question him and his business.
Izuku Midoriya would prefer to smoke, but the Hero Public Safety Commission forbade anything that might adversely affect his physical health-at least, on the job, anyway. Also, it'd be rude to smoke indoors. But with the sort of money his employer slung around, he's fairly sure the hotel staff would plaster on fake smiles and pretend nothing was wrong.
Izuku finished off his drink and walked off to the front desk. The mutant there nodded their head as Izuku rattled off his government ID and gave him a keycard, the receptionist's hair swaying like seaweed as they moved to pass off the item. Izuku had a stray thought about prehensile hair and whether the tensile strength would be enough to hold a human's weight, but he shoved the thought down and walked the familiar path to the elevator. The receptionist's Quirk wasn't relevant to his job, (at least he hoped it wouldn't ever be), and having a head filled with thoughts about Quirks tended to affect his performance.
What was Izuku's job, you may ask? Well, he himself often had issues explaining what he did to his parents or how the copious amounts of money in his bank account got there. He often had to reassure his crying mother that no, he wasn't involved with drugs, that he'd make more money begging than joining the Yakuza, and that yes, it really was a government ID in his hand.
It was a good job, Izuku mused, while he stepped into the elevator and scanned the keycard. It brought in enough money that his parents could retire and his father could return from abroad, and he was fulfilling a vital service to society. Just like a hero, really. He worked decent hours, could get away with writing off a bar tab as a business expense, and if he ever grew sick of it, there were plenty of opportunities abroad.
It's unfortunate, then, that he couldn't tell anyone that he worked as a prostitute for the government.
Being diagnosed as Quirkless was probably the most impactful event of his life. It shifted his entire life path and instantly dropped him into a lower rung of society. It closed countless doors, even bolted some shut, but opened one or two secret trap doors. He'd learned that much after he was approached after coasting through highschool, and was asked to go to a lab for some testing.
The results cemented something Izuku had known his entire life, that he certifiably possessed no Quirk factor, or had some secret Quirk with an esoteric activation requirement. He'd normally have sunk into a deep depression at the news, however it also made him a perfect candidate for the HPSC's Inari division.
Across society, certain Quirks had made themselves indispensable for the smooth operation and masquerade of normal society. There's an argument to be made about whether or not it was the Quirk or the person that made it indispensable, but it's far easier to train a person than to reverse-engineer a Quirk. The HPSC decided that leaving those indispensable Quirks up to the genetic lottery was an unforgivable risk. Thus, they created their Inari division, dedicated to ensuring those certain indispensable Quirks will be passed down from generation to generation.
The earliest incarnation of the division accomplished their task easily. Not only was the number of indispensable Quirks much lower back then, there were also far more Quirkless humans to recruit from. Problems began emerging, however, when the number of Quirked humans began outstripping humans without Quirks. That incarnation of the Inari division almost met catastrophic failure, when certain indispensable Quirks were either accidentally adulterated, or lost entirely. The only reason why total catastrophic failure was averted is because of their quick response and the intervention of a Dr. Kyudai Garaki. The Inari division learned their lessons from that incident, and changed policies to use only Quirkless agents, however even they couldn't predict how low the Quirkless population would fall.
In modern Japan, over 80% of the entire population had a minor Quirk or more. Of the remaining 20%, the vast majority of them were grandparents, the final generation where being Quirkless was considered normal. Finding a Quirkless person today was rarer than finding a shiny Pokemon. So, Izuku was like a godsend to the struggling division.
As Izuku waited in the elevator, the floor destination made him raise an eyebrow. Penthouse suite. Whoever he was meeting today was worth the big bucks. He wished he'd gotten a stronger drink. These assignments were always the worst.
The elevator door pinged open, and Izuku stepped into the world of the ultra-rich. There was a tangible affluence in the room, from the Quirk-crafted chandeliers to the authentic MillerKnoll lounge chairs. Personally, Izuku didn't think he'd ever seen anything so garish. His reverie was interrupted, however, by a voice calling out to him.
"Are you the one the Hero Commission assigned?"
Izuku followed the source of the voice into a bedroom, and met his client for the night. Befitting the decor, her looks were elegant and stunning. Her long raven hair flowed across her shoulders, and did absolutely everything to accentuate the curve of her face. One hand played with a lock of hair, while the other tucked more hair behind an ear. Izuku recognised her instantly, of course, though he'd have to feign ignorance in his report. It was considered a breach of etiquette for an agent to know who their client was, and vice versa, even if they were immensely famous and ran their own wildly successful cosmetics line. Even if said agent might be wearing some of those said products at that very moment.
She looked at him expectantly, and Izuku realised that she might be expecting a response, as if anyone could walk into the penthouse suite at the Tokyo Marriott. Once again, he wished he'd drunk something stronger.
"Yes, I am the agent that has been assigned to you tonight. My name is Takeru Murakami, though for tonight we might have to dispense with the formalities."
At the brief mention of "tonight", the Pro Hero appeared briefly rattled, though only for an instant. She seemed to struggle with something in her mind, before putting it to rest.
"Yes, I agree. My name is Tsuyu Uwabami, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to have a few drinks with me before we began? To break the ice, if you will?"
It was against the agent handbook to allow the client to drink alcohol during the session, since it interfered with fertility, but Izuku wasn't one to stick too closely to the rules anyhow. Anyways, if he encouraged someone not to drink then he might spontaneously combu-…
He might be the biggest hypocrite ever.
Instead of answering with words, Izuku waved towards the doorway and nodded his agreement. He followed Tsuyu towards the penthouse's bar, which appeared to be stocked with mostly wines and lagers. When she bent over to grab a bottle, Izuku searched the cabinets for glasses. When he found two, he turned to find she had opened the bottle of wine and had already had two glasses ready. Izuku placed the glasses back and joined her at the counter.
When the glasses were filled, they toasted each other and took a long sip. As they finished their first drinks, they slowly began to talk. It was smalltalk, really, as the weak attempts at secrecy made any probing questions awkward, and it wasn't as if Izuku could talk about his own job. The smalltalk petered away into silence, and then more drinking.
The silence stretched on until Tsuyu broke it.
"I'm engaged, you know."
Izuku, at this point four glasses in, quirked an eyebrow. "Congratulations?"
She looked exasperated, and continued. "I mean, it hurt both me and my fiancé when the HPSC told us about our… responsibilities. It tore my own parents apart when my father had me."
Izuku shrugged and took another sip of his glass, and took the time to consider his next words. "In all honesty, I'm just here to do a job, not break engagements. You could have just told them no, you know?"
Tsuyu seemed torn at that, the very same question bugging at her the entire evening. Finally, she said, "But.. you wouldn't understand. My family, we have a duty to serve our country and help other people."
"Noblesse oblige?" Izuku laughed, trying not to spill his wine. "Is that why you're willing to risk your engagement with your fiancé?"
"The both of us decided to do our best for our country, and I'm no less happy that he has to engage in infidelity just as much as he is about me." Tsuyu angrily drank down her third glass, and then put it down. "That's enough for me, I think."
Izuku finished off his own glass, and then teased, "What, that eager to move on to the main event?"
Tsuyu's face turned pink and she stammered out denials, before she stopped herself. "I was just stating that I've finished drinking for the night, not that I wanted to… move forward. You can continue drinking, if you wish."
"I'm not that much of an alcoholic," Izuku retorted, as he set down his glass and got off the stool. "Do you want to order food? All of this is on the Commission's dime."
"Dime?" Tsuyu questioned the turn of phrase, while reaching for the room service menu.
Izuku flinched, and banished the dark thoughts that appeared. He forced an awkward smile on his face as he explained, "Ah, you know, I was an All Might fanboy for a while and I guess one or two things must've rubbed off. Still, anything you order can be listed as a business expense."
Tsuyu flipped through the menu, before closing it and dropping it on the table. "No… let's just… get on with it. No point delaying this further."
Izuku let Tsuyu lead him towards the bedroom, and he helped her undress. Tsuyu held her hair up as Izuku pulled down her zipper, and then held her hand as she stepped out of it.
Taking a moment, Izuku stepped back to fully admire the client he was with tonight. She was beautiful, in the most dangerous way possible. He could name every possible Super move she was known for, and list off all prominent Villains she had assisted in or took credit for capturing. Her body reflected every single inch of her capabilities, and the effects of being a Pro Hero were visible on her body. Small scars littered areas where her own Hero costume didn't cover. She was muscular, almost surprisingly so, not quite the supple beauty she appeared to be. Her muscles drew the eye just as much as her breasts did. She had the body of someone who had gone to war, and found out just as much about their own capabilities as they did the enemy's.
Izuku's body, in comparison, was much tamer. His body wasn't scarred, nor was it exceptionally defined. It was the body of a man who had won the genetic lottery, and abandoned much grander dreams. He'd vigorously trained once, but nowadays Izuku simply maintained his body. Tsuyu helped unbutton his shirt, while Izuku worked on unbuttoning his sleeves. The strange position forced her to move closer to him, like a lover's embrace, and she couldn't meet his eyes. With a startle, Izuku realised Tsuyu was taller than him.
When they were both fully undressed, Tsuyu still couldn't look him in the eyes. They certainly roamed around his body, however she couldn't match his gaze. Izuku started moving closer to her, and Tsuyu took a half step back.
Izuku reached out to her, and said, "It's only for tonight. No need to overthink it."
She looked conflicted, but took his hand.
Izuku pulled her into him, and fell onto the bed. He started kissing Tsuyu, and was surprised to feel her kiss back just as fiercely. He felt something nudge at his teeth, and his eyebrows raised further. Prim and proper left the moment she hit the bed, it appears.
He flipped positions with Tsuyu, putting her on the bottom, and couldn't help the tugging at the corners of his lips when he heard her panting. He gently grabbed her face, and leaned in for another deep kiss. This time, he opened his teeth and let her tongue explore his mouth while his free hand explored her body.
Izuku caressed parts of her torso, breasts and side until his hand came to a rest at her hip. He rubbed it, firmly, as he tried to leave the deepest imprint of himself on Tsuyu's mouth. Her own hands had locked around his neck, so when he tried to pull away for air, she dragged him in deeper. Finally, when she let him go for air, both of them were breathless.
Izuku leaned in again, but this time attacked Tsuyu's neck. She started mewling into his ear, a sound so adorable Izuku could scarcely believe it. It energised him, making him attack Tsuyu's neck with more vigor and leave further marks. One of his hands went to play with Tsuyu's nipple, teasing her while the other went to her shoulder to keep her in place.
The teasing was evidently too much, as Tsuyu begged into Izuku's ear, "Takeru, please. Too much!"
Izuku would be a poor lover if he ignored such an impassioned plea, and so he pulled away from Tsuyu's neck. He clambered and flipped over Tsuyu's body, and positioned himself so he could grab onto her hips and eat her out harder than she's ever been eaten before.
As Izuku prepared for a very deep expedition, he felt a hand grab a hold of his cock. He looked from underneath himself and met Tsuyu's very smug face as she massaged him into full mast and began toying with his dick.
Waves of unexpected pleasure flowed up through his body, causing his knees to buckle and make it even easier for Tsuyu to play with him. To stave off cumming, Izuku started licking deep into Tsuyu's twat, making her spasm as well.
His first few licks were experimental, testing out not only the taste but also Tsuyu's sensitivity in different areas. Each movement of his tongue taught him just a little bit more about Tsuyu's pussy, and every squeak one step closer to her climaxing. Izuku knew he was getting closer and closer when Tsuyu's squeaks started getting higher and higher pitched, and her hand on his cock started pumping faster and faster. Finally, Tsuyu came with giant shaking shudders through her body.
Izuku eagerly lapped up his award, but froze when he felt her hand accelerate on his cock. The rapid pace nearly made him cum right there, and buried his face in the sheets to try and muffle his moan. Each pump edged him closer and closer to his limit, but when he felt a kiss at the base of his cock, it sent him tumbling over.
Izuku felt a massive flood of pleasure and release as he came onto Tsuyu's chest, all the while she continued to stroke his cock. When he was finished, Izuku rolled onto his back and panted.
It took a long minute for Izuku to regain enough energy to sit up, and when he did he saw that Tsuyu was still panting from her own orgasm. He felt energized enough to get up, and when he did so, he turned and asked Tsuyu, "Ten minute break? I'll grab you a towel."
Not quite able to muster the energy to speak, Tsuyu panted an affirmative. Izuku hopped off the bed, and walked to the bathroom.
Like all things in the penthouse suite, it was very opulent, larger than most regular rooms and tiled in expensive marble. The majority of the room was dominated by a bathtub, though calling it a tub felt like a disservice. It could probably qualify as a small children's pool, if the pool was heated and had the option to automatically dispense soap suds and aromatic oils.
He grabbed a small hand-towel from underneath the sink, and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Izuku's slicked back hair was mussed up, and his lips were very bruised. He couldn't help but smirk at himself in the mirror. All those years ago… well, it wasn't exactly like his childhood dreams, but he did rub elbows with a lot of Prof Heroes. Rub a whole lot of other things as well but his past self wasn't perverted enough to think of something like this.
He walked back into the bedroom, and was surprised to see Tsuyu already had a glass of water. She probably didn't already have a towel out of politeness, so Izuku quickly passed it over and walked to the kitchen. His refractory period was actually shorter than the ten minutes he'd proposed but he wanted a few moments to rest as well.
The cold marble floor made a small shiver go up his spine, and Izuku off-handedly wondered if he should have worn a bathrobe instead of walking out in the nude. He sipped at a glass of orange juice, and absent-mindedly flipped through the room service menu. Even with his salary, he'd still hesitate before ordering anything from this hotel. He's sure Tsuyu would too, though with how familiar she was with the wealth within the penthouse, he found himself doubting that.
He continued sipping the juice, now wondering if he should turn the TV on. He decided against it, just in case one of Tsuyu's commercials came on. There was a difference between maintaining the masquerade, and being willfully ignorant, and Izuku didn't feel like pretending to be an idiot tonight.
Izuku finished his drink and reached to grab his phone, and remembered he was naked. He'd left it with his pants in the bedroom, and had totally forgotten about it. Izuku lightly slapped his forehead and walked back to the bedroom.
When Izuku reentered, he found that Tsuyu was still on the bed, albeit leaning against the headboard. His clothes were crumpled on the floor, and Izuku mentally chastised himself. Wearing crumpled clothes would only make himself stand out more, and he doubted there was an ironing board in the penthouse. He'd have to call the concierge and ask them to bring one up later.
He bent over to retrieve his phone, and Izuku felt Tsuyu's eyes on him as he straightened up. He fished his shirt up from the floor, and put it on, but didn't bother to button it. He did his best to pretend he didn't notice her attention, and nonchalantly sat down at a small table. He checked his phone for any notifications, and saw Tsuyu get off of the bed and walk closer towards him out of the corner of his eye.
When she took a seat in the chair opposite him, Izuku looked up from his phone and gave her a questioning look. She smiled, shyly, and Izuku knew exactly what she was going to ask.
"So, how much about your job am I allowed to know?"
Izuku forced an easy smile to his face, a little annoyed that he'd have to file the paperwork for this later. Every client tried something like, sometimes asking little things, sometimes asking outright about his job. While Inari didn't require outright secrecy, there were sometimes aspects of his job that Izuku would want to keep quiet, if only so the client could walk away with their peace of mind. But since Tsuyu had asked about what she wasn't allowed to know…
"Not a lot, really. I couldn't tell you how long your family's been part of the program, or much about the agency itself, but if you want to ask about my own career, then I could get away with that."
Tsuyu seemed intrigued, though a little apprehensive at the mention of her family. She probably didn't want to know how much of her lineage was planned by the HPSC. "Well, do you travel a lot for your job?"
"Fairly often," Izuku nodded, "There's always someone somewhere that needs to be impregnated."
Tsuyu's scandalised expression made Izuku chuckle, and he answered seriously. "I've been all over. Most major cities, yeah, though I tend to be stationed in Tokyo. I've gone overseas a few times, though it's not common."
Tsuyu quickly recomposed herself, and asked, "Do you do this often? I mean, do you go out to hotels and… meet young heroes like myself?"
"You know that most of the time this is a desk job, right?" Izuku laughed at her confounded expression, and decided to elaborate. "I mean, whenever I'm activated, anyways. My hours are pretty weird, so I just help out at my parents' shop and live a normal life. But whenever I get a call, I put my fancy suit on and go out and meet pretty ladies like yourself."
Izuku laughed again when Tsuyu rolled her eyes, and continued. "Then, well, usually the day after I go into the office and fill out a bunch of paperwork. After that- I go back to living a happy, normal life."
"Are there…" Tsuyu hesitated, clearly uncertain about her next question. "Are there many other Pro Heroes who you've met?"
"Not really. People with the really vital Quirks get gently asked to avoid dangerous jobs, like Pro Heroing, but I guess your family was firm enough to let you choose your job. A lot of people are regular office workers, or even employed by the Hero Commission."
"What happens if… people were to find out?"
"Ah, a Broken Masquerade contingency." Izuku lightly hummed, unexpectedly enjoying the conversation. It'd been a while since he could talk mostly honestly with someone about his job. "Well, our closest brushes with that has been because of our agents, so we get trained pretty strictly about that. But on the off chance that something does leak, and someone learns something they shouldn't, well, we have agents go and explain to them why it's in their best interest not to talk."
The unexpected ice in Izuku's voice startled Tsuyu, and he quickly pulled the coldness back. "But in the event of a total breach of security and the cat is completely out of the bag, well, I guess we'd explain our purpose and why we're essential to society functioning, and after that it's up to the court of public opinion."
Tsuyu tilted her head, considering Izuku's words and then asked, "Would you want something like that to happen?"
"Are you an agent?" Izuku laughed, only half joking. "I'm nowhere near important enough to be accountable if something like that were to happen, though it'd be nice telling my parents what I really do for a living. I've got them thinking that I'm the government liaison for Mirko, which is why I fly around a lot, but they don't fully believe it."
"Are you… single?" Tsuyu actually blushed, as in full on blushed, and Izuku pretended not to notice the adorable expression on her face.
Izuku laughed and exclaimed, "Could you imagine having a partner with my job?"
They both laughed at that, and then conversation petered off. It was hard to continue a conversation about each other's jobs when both were naked. The interaction devolved to Izuku occasionally catching Tsuyu studying him while on his phone, and Tsuyu suddenly pretending she was doing nothing of the sort. Eventually, she broke the silence.
"So… we're eventually going to have to do that again, right?"
Izuku shrugged and said, "Well, eventually this is going to have to end with that, but I'm willing to do it at your pace."
Tsuyu was quiet at that, and Izuku decided to give her some space. He went to the kitchen and poured another glass of wine. It was an excellent vintage, and, hell, he could indulge, right?
But before Izuku could enjoy the cup of wine, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He stiffened, but relaxed when he realised it was only Tsuyu. He set down the glass when she said, "Takeru, would you like to go another round?"
Izuku turned around and immediately captured her lips, pulling her closer and devouring her mouth. He felt the primal urge to feel more of her, like a starving man given a feast, and he was intent on savouring it. Tsuyu gasped into his mouth, evidently surprised by his ferocity, and a smile rose, unbidden. When they finally broke to breathe, he couldn't help but appreciate the collection of hickeys he'd left on her neck. Izuku leaned over to add a few more.
Tsuyu immediately pushed him away, with a warning in her eyes that he wasn't going to get the same easy victories he did last round. Izuku tried to pull her in for a deeper kiss, but the Pro Hero evidently had other thoughts in mind. She pressed herself against him, surprising Izuku and letting her push him against the table.
She got on her knees, and Izuku jumped when he felt her grab a hold of his dick. He squirmed with pleasure when he felt Tsuyu began to massage it to full length, and tensed when he felt her trace small circles on his shaft with her nails.
When Tsuyu leaned in and blew on his cock head, Izuku felt a lance of ice shoot through his spine, making him shiver. But when she started licking the sides of his head… that was almost too much. Izuku immediately clenched his hands, and hissed out, "Tsuyu"
She indulged him, thankfully, and took him deeper inside her. She suckled on his head, and licked the underside, nearly making Izuku fall to his knees. He remained standing, by pure strength of will, but he found even that faltering when Tsuyu started humming. The added vibration on his shaft nearly made him cum right there.
He bent over, trying his hardest to delay his release, but Tsuyu was hellbent on making him lose all control. When she started moving up and down on his dick, he was brought to the hair's breadth of his control. He almost came. Almost. He didn't know how he managed to hang on, but when Tsuyu let go of his dick to breathe, Izuku knew he had to make a move.
Izuku immediately picked Tsuyu up, making her squeak and blush, surprised that Izuku could hold her weight. He carried her over to the couch, and unceremoniously dumped her over the backrest. She certainly voiced her disapproval, however Izuku quieted her when he buried his face in her vagina.
He licked with wild abandon, leaving behind any pretense of playing fairly. Tsuyu had nearly brought him over the edge, and it was only turnabout that he returned the favor. Izuku traced circles, he probed deeper, and one of her fingers traveled upward to find her clit. He was holding nothing back on maximizing the pleasure Tsuyu felt, and repaying her tenfold for her sneak attack.
Tsuyu immediately started squeaking and struggling when Izuku began his counterattack, but couldn't do much when he wrapped his arms around her waist to not only keep her in place, but give himself much more leverage. He buried his tongue even deeper inside Tsuyu, and she started begging him to keep going. Izuku happily indulged her, swirling his tongue inside her and making her moan even louder. The throbbing in his cock did not subside; if anything, it only increased, spurned on by the familiar primal drive to conquer, to fuck, and to make one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen in his life bear his children.
Izuku pulled away from her bottom, and listened to Tsuyu heaving for just a moment. He leaned back on his knees, and admired the quivering wet mess he'd left the Pro Hero. Tsuyu was still bent over the couch, and her legs occasionally twitched while her mind recovered from the pleasure coma she entered.
Izuku picked her up once again, and bridal carried her back to the bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed, and Tsuyu slowly unwound, returning to full control. She looked at him, blushing while thinking about what he just did to her… and what he's going to do next.
Izuku slowly bent over the bed, capturing Tsuyu in the gentlest kiss they've had all night, and she just melts underneath him. When he finally breaks away from the kiss, her slightly dazed expression, mussed hair and her arm reaching up to shyly touch his chest, well, he doesn't think he's been so aroused in his life. Her legs opened, and Izuku's hips moved between them on instinct.
He slowly guided his cock, which stayed rock hard all the way from blowing Tsuyu's mind from the rear, between her thighs, and pressed it against her slit. Tsuyu let out a nervous whimper, so he gave her his most reassuring smile. Izuku carefully guided his cock to her opening, and with one small thrust, he was inside her.
It wasn't the first time Izuku had been with a woman, but it was the first time with one as expressive as Tsuyu. He could see her squirm and mewl and panic as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her, up until he reached his hilt.
Slowly, Izuku began thrusting in and out, building a rhythm punctuated by Tsuyu's tiny noises and wiggles. Every time he thrust in, Tsuyu let out a little gasp, and in all honesty, Izuku wanted to let out one of his own. Tsuyu was so.. tight and it felt like his own cock was melting inside her. He could himself slowly losing control, only managing to keep his hips thrusting, no matter what.
Beneath him, Tsuyu seemed to be losing control as well. As Izuku thrust increasingly faster into her, Tsuyu's pitches and squeaks were growing more and more wild. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a desperate kiss while her legs wrapped around his waist. It was normally a dangerous position, since he wouldn't be able to pull out in any other case. But since Izuku was doing his job… he could enjoy himself to his fullest.
Izuku continued thrusting his cock into Tusyu's tight, wet cave, while his tongue wrestled with hers. Her tits pressed against his chest while she tried to choke the life out of him with her arms. He continued to bury his face into hers, and then all of a sudden, Tsuyu clamped down on his dick and turned into a wild animal underneath him,
She started clawing at the back of his neck, his shoulders-anywhere she could reach, really, and Izuku would have normally hissed from the pain, but the added sensation of her clamping down… Izuku let loose a wordless howl as he came deep inside her.
Izuku slowly pulled his cock out of Tsuyu, and rolled to her side. The two panted, side by side, and Izuku raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His mind was still reeling from the past few minutes, so he left the hand where it was.
Tsuyu was exhausted, and he was no better, so he wasn't going to mention how his arm got around her shoulders, or how she ended up pressed against his side. He didn't mention much at all, until Tsuyu's breathing slowed, and became even.
Izuku slowly extricated himself from her embrace, and began putting his clothes on. While Izuku was pulling his pants up, Tsuyu unexpected looked up from the bed and asked, "Are you leaving already?"
There was an awkward beat, Izuku caught flat footed, and there was a note of hurt in Tsuyu's voice, so he chose his next words carefully. "It's… for the best that we end the session quickly. So we don't form close attachments."
Tsuyu seemed torn at that, but readily accepted the logic. Izuku bent over to pull up his pants, and when he turned back she'd gotten off the bed. She extended a hand out to him, and for a second Izuku thought she was going for a handshake, which would have been pretty weird, but he saw that there was something in her hand.
It was a small doll, intricately carved and painted, though Izuku suspected neither of the two were involved in its creation. Its outermost layer… it was shaped like All Might. Izuku slowly picked it up, treasuring the small weight in his hand. He normally wasn't supposed to take gifts, but…
"Thank… thank you. I'll treasure it."
Izuku quickly buttoned up his shirt, grabbed his jacket, and fled the hotel room.
In the shadow of a hotel so expensive a single night could cost you everything you owned, Midoriya Izuku lit a cigarette. Cradled in his elbow was something irreplaceable from a woman he'd never see again. With his spare hand, Izuku texted a secure number that his job was done.
He put out his cigarette, and walked the familiar path to the hotel's garage. The streets would be empty at this time of night, so he'd be able to return to the office in record time. Filling out the forms would be peaceful, for once, with nobody else around. He couldn't help the note of loneliness that bubbled up within him, but Izuku shoved it down. It was a part of his job, and complaining now would be pointless. Come morning, he'd be home.