Heyo. I return with another chapter. At the end of the last chapter I asked if you guys would want smut/lemons in this story. I haven't had much feedback {in reviews ;) } yet, but they won't be cropping up MUCH for a few chapters regardless, so there's plenty of time. This chapter will have one, but just to test the waters. I'll let you guys who want to avoid it know beforehand.

To Oldonom, Yumonot and PasiveNox, thank you very much for your reviews!

And to SweetKagamineKiss, thank you for the kind words. It really is strange to have someone who's stories I've read crop up on my own! Strange but fantastic!

Enjoy the chapter!

Nejire had heard 2 alarms so far, and the weight in the bed significantly shifted to leave her feeling a lot lighter. But she wasn't stirred enough to get out of the warm sheets.

She awoke with a start, kicking her arms and legs out, as if to mimic a starfish. She tilted her head to search Izuku's nightstand for a clock. No dice. She threw the blankets off and sat up, yawning loudly. The bluenette hopped off the bed and rummaged through her handbag, retrieving her phone.

''Oof, 18%?'' She spun around, quickly scanning for a charger. 'Bingo!' There was an outlet with a smartphone charger just next to Izuku's desk. Like the rest of Izuku's furniture, the desk was very normal. As Nejire plugged her phone in, she took the time to clearly scan Izuku's room.

From Mirio's descriptions during Izuku's first year, it had changed wildly. All Might and colour scheme was certainly prominent, but many of the posters and the curtains were down. In their place, enormous printouts of photos he had taken with the heroes he idolised and replicated so much.

An enormous collage covered the length of the wall that his desk pressed against. The heroes and classmates wall varied wildly. From pictures of him giving a one-armed Miruko a piggyback to him in formal dress with All Might and Gran Torino. That one stung her just a little. His death had affected everyone, despite their lack of time with him.

She turned her phone on to check the time. 9:02am. 'Earlier than I thought.' She left her phone on the desk and strolled around. Could she go down to breakfast like this?

These pajamas weren't exactly ill-fitting but they left little to the imagination. She studied herself in Izuku's mirror. Hmm, maybe pink didn't suit her like turquoise did. She pushed her chest out, noticing the strain the buttons were under. The waistband was generous with its stretchiness, though the legs clung to her thighs tightly. At least the material was silky.

She looked down to her feet. ''Ah, no slippers…'' She searched the room. Nothing she could wear. Ah well, maybe the girls could compliment her nail polish. But what if she got a splinter? Or if Izuku saw her feet and had a traumatic flashback to yesterday!? WAIT. She could fly! How had she forg-

The door clicked and opened, revealing Midoriya in running gear. ''Oh, you're awake!'' He said excitedly as he maneuvered around her and sat on the foot of his bed, removing his shoes.

''Morning, 'zuzu! Where'd you run?'' She eyed his sweaty form. 'Looks like he's been swimming!'

''Just around The USJ a few times. I was at the gym before though. Leg day and all that.'' He chuckled nervously.

''Three and a half hours of exercise! Big, buff 'zuzu!'' Nejire did a classic strongman pose, getting a laugh out of her boyfriend. 'Boyfriend? Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend. That sounds weird.'

''Yeah, I'm just going to hop on the shower, then we can go make breakfast, if you'd like?'' He removed his shirt and threw it into his hamper.

''Mhmm! I kind of need to shower too! Need someone to wash your back?'' She asked with a wink. Izuku was taken aback. 'Heh heh, got him right where I want him…'

''J-Just washing? No funny ideas?'' He pushed the door to his en suite open.

Nejire stood ramrod straight with a mock salute. ''Yes, sir! No funny stuff!''

Izuku blushed furiously. ''Al-alright… come on…'' He tugged off his shorts, leaving him in just his boxers. Nejire's eyes drifted down to the bulge.

''Please don't stare…'' Izuku covered his face with one hand and his crotch with the other.

''Can't promise that, sorry.'' Nejire said with a straight face.

Izuku sighed deeply. ''Okay, let's just hurry up then…''

WARNING: START OF LEMON

He entered the bathroom and slid the shower door open. Nejire entered and slowly, sensually unbuttoned her top as she stared as intensely at the boy as she could. Izuku, to avoid both embarrassment and waking up little Izuku, quickly kicked off his boxers and hopped into the shower. He shakily fiddled with the dials, though Nejire could see him trying to side eye her.

She mentally squealed. Just as she discarded the top, the water sprayed loudly and steam slowly dissipated through the room. To avoid water escaping through the door, Nejire quickly stripped to the nude, entered the shower with a hop and slid the door shut behind her.

''Alright 'zuzu! Who's washing who first?'' She placed her hands on his shoulders.

''I-I'll wash you f-first…'' He said as he brushed off her hands and reached for the body wash. Nejire spun to face away from him and pushed her hair over her shoulder to give him easy access to her back.

''Hands out.'' She complied, holding her palms out. He squeezed a handful of the gel into them and she lathered it over her front, whilst Izuku placed his course hands on her back. She shuddered and instinctively thrust her butt back into Izuku.

He yelped and pushed back too, and Nejire went bright red as she understood. 'He has a boner! Yes!' She took extra time to run her hands over her nipples as she rubbed the body wash in.

Izuku's hands had worked their way from her shoulders to just before her lower back. She could essentially feel his hesitation to go lower. She pouted. 'Just grab it!' She wiggled her ass and waited. Nothing.

''Izuku, you can go lower…'' She whispered sweetly, barely audible above the running water.

''Um, uh, you sure?'' His voice went up and down like a rollercoaster.

''Yes, 'zuzu. I'm sure.'' She tilted her head back and smiled warmly.

He slid his hands down silently, not waiting for further encouragement. He stopped, just for a moment, as his hands reached her ass, but soldiered on as he continued to lather her backside.

Nejire tightened slightly, biting her lip. She tweaked her nipples, the small pink peaks gradually hardening at the sensation. Her left hand made it's own way south as if it had a mind of its own before- ''O-Okay! You, uh, y-your turn!'' She spun around and encouraged him to do the same. He nodded, his mouth a straight line, and faced toward the shower head.

He helped himself to the lotion, then held the body wash bottle over his shoulder. Nejire clasped it tightly, not wanting to drop it. She squeezed the gel into the hand, placed the bottle rack and slapped her hands together. She placed them on his back and rubbed the lotion in.

'Wow, does literally every single muscle on his body feel like you're massaging a rock?' She thoroughly lathered his back and shoulders, even briefly going lower before a small yelp from the muscular boy convinced her otherwise.

That noise only went so far to dissuade her. It only made her even more aware of the heat between her own legs. She gulped nervously before pressing her breasts into his back. He didn't have much time to react before she wrapped her hand around him and gripped his shaft.

''N-Nejire, you said-''

''Izuku, please. I know I said I wouldn't but…'' She cut herself off, feeling guilty. She had gone back on her word and made him uncomfortable.

Izuku spun, the glossy sheen of his chest the lotion had left behind glinting in the room's dim lighting. He eyed her cautiously, but his green orbs urged her to continue her speaking.

''I just want you to remember this one. You don't even remember our first…''

Izuku clenched his eyes shut.

''If you don't want to, it's fine 'zuzu. We'll just-''

He grabbed the back of her thigh and wrenched her leg up. Nejire's eyes widened in shock. ''Wha-what?'' Was all she could muster before Izuku used his free hand to guide himself inside of her.

Her breath hitched as he entered and she held a hand up in a silent message for him to stop. He paused, brushing her wet periwinkle hair out of her face to see if she was okay. After a few seconds, she quickly turned her shaky hand into a thumbs up. And Izuku bucked his hips without a second thought.

She slowly hopped back to the wall, clinging on to his forearms as her raised foot came to 'slot in place' on his shoulder. She rested her upper back on the wall and stood on the tiptoes of her left foot to give him more height to back up for harder thrusts.

Izuku was by no means enormous, but he was certainly just above average. Not that Nejire really needed much more, her eyes rolling back slightly as he pumped her for a good 2 minutes.

She recovered enough mid-sex to push a breast up to his lips, which his mouth seemed to engulf in a microseconds. As he sucked her nipple, flicking his tongue over the small bump, Nejire finally let her moans be unstifled, the bathroom echoing with them.

Another minute passed before he finally let her tit fall from his mouth, small red marks surrounding the areolas.

''Ne-Nejire, I'm just about done, so-'' He didn't let himself end his sentence as he tried to walk backwards enough to avoid finishing inside her.

The girl bounced her leg a few times before flinging it upwards and curling it around his back. He quickly grabbed a handful of her ass to keep her from falling out of his grip.

''In me.'' She whispered breathlessly.

''But Ne-''

''I've got pills! Just fucking cum in me, Izuku!'' She said ferociously.

Izuku stared at her for a few seconds before his orgasm took his attention away from her outburst. He pushed her back against the wall and squeezed her ass tightly as he came.

Nejire felt her own release too, barely keeping her foot on his shoulder and her hands around his neck at the intensity of it.

Izuku didn't pull out immediately and Nejire took their close quarters as an oppurtunity to kiss him passionately. The kiss continued as he gently released her left leg to let in fall to the wet shower floor. She had to tug her right leg with her hands to remove it from the arch of his shoulder. She grabbed the base of his meat and unsheathed himself with a small shift of the hand. He stood, hunched slightly, observing her.

END OF LEMON (a good 4 pages worth, whoopsies)

''Th-That was nice.'' He said, red in the face.

She slowly rolled her hip, trying to regain the feeling in it. ''It was.''

They stood in content silence.

''M-maybe we should have another rinse. We're kinda sweaty now…'' Izuku chuckled lightly.

''Okay! Oooh! Let's do each other's hair, too!''

The re-washing took just a few minutes. Izuku's hair took roughly 12.3 seconds to give a good once over. After all, he would just let it dry however it came out. 'Hmm, maybe we should give the boy wonder a little makeover before his debut…' Nejire weighed up several different styles in her head.

Izuku gave her a choice of two shampoos, but she chose the one he used. It would be nice to smell the same… if it weren't incredibly suspicious.

A good 2 minutes of thorough rinsing later, and Nejire was as clean as a whistle.

Just in time too, as a loud knock at the bathroom door came just as Izuku stopped the water.

''Nejire? That you?'' Ochako half-yelled through the door.

''Yeah! I'll be out in a second!'' Nejire grabbed a towel off the radiator and draped it around.

''Have you seen Izuku? I haven't seen him since he left this morning.'' The brunette asked.

''I'm in here too.'' Izuku slapped a hand over his reddening face in regret.

''O-oh. Okay.'' Ochako backed away from the door as Nejire slowly opened it. Izuku quickly grabbed the other towel to cover himself.

Nejire felt the cool air of the seamless room hit her face and shoulders. ''Ahhhh…'' She sighed happily as she stepped out. She looked to Ochako, who held a half-full bottle of water in her hand.

''Oh, perfect, saves a trip downstairs. Can I borrow this?'' She motioned to the bottle and Ochako handed it over. Nejire gripped the top of the towel with one hand and marched towards the bed, where she kicked her handbag over as she sat. She rummaged through before pulling out a box of pills. Ochako slowly approached her. She popped one out of the plastic and placed it in her mouth before chasing it down with Ochako's water. The gravity girl recognised the brand as a morning after pill.

''Did-did you-?'' She stuttered as the realisation hit her. Nejire giggled nervously. Ochako stared in disbelief as Nejire tried to dry herself off.

The bathroom door opened again and Izuku stepped out, his hair only half-dried. He opened a cabinet drawer and pulled out a pair of blue shorts, then slipped them over his underwear. As he got dressed, pulling on some socks and a black vest, he couldn't help but feel Ochako's eyes bore into the back of his head. He slipped on his red shoes, before spinning to face them with a forced smile.

''Right, I'll go set the table for us three. See you downstairs!'' He rushed out of the room, grabbing his phone and keys from the bowl he had next to his door as he did.

The two girls stood in his room. Ochako huffed in annoyance.

''We agreed to not do that.'' She seemed more disappointed than angry.

''I'm sorry. I really am.'' Nejire conceded as she pulled her jeans on. ''I got carried away. My first time was only two days ago. I just wanted to live it again.''

Ochako huffed again. ''I forgive you. I probably would've done the same in your shoes. It must not have been nice to know he didn't remember you giving him your first.'' She smiled as she threw a fresh shirt to her counterpart. ''So as long as we don't have a baby on the way-'' Ochako bonked her on the head. ''-we're still okay.'' She grinned at Nejire, who leapt to her feet and hugged her.

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Izuku had set the table for three, as promised. He had placed 3 tall glasses of orange juice on coasters and had begun to work on pancakes in the kitchen. Jirou was leaning against the counter, watching him carefully measure the batter.

''Y'know, they're pretty lucky you're a competent cook.'' She laughed to herself.

''Nejire and Ochako?'' He asked with a slight laugh of his own.

''Yeah, I can safely say neither is a decent cook. Remember when Ochako tried to make her own mochi?'' She stifled her laugh with her hand.

''I can still remember that strong aroma of smoke and burnt rice.'' He shuddered as the smell somehow re-entered his nose.

''Yeah, hahaha! How'd she even burn it in a microwave?'' Jirou made no effort to cover her amusement.

''You had breakfast, Kyoka?'' Izuku asked politely.

''Yes, thanks. Woke up early and had some cereal and green tea with Momo.'' Jirou said with a wave of the hand.

''Cereal and green tea?'' He voiced inquisitively.

''It is actually quite the combination.'' Todoroki appeared, seemingly out of thin air, at the breakfast bar the kitchen housed. Jirou yelped in surprise before coughing in an attempt to hide it.

''Good morning, Midoriya.'' Shoto's face remained stoic as ever.

''Ah, good morning! Would you like some pancakes?'' He asked as he poured the mix into the pan.

''No.''

''Then why did you come over?''

''...''

''Yes?'' Midoriya urged.

''I'll make some more batter.'' Shoto stepped into the kitchen.

''Oh, well in that case, I'd be glad to have some, Izuku.'' Jirou popped off the counter. ''I'll go wake up Denki. He's sure to jump at the chance.'' The punk girl made a beeline for the boy's dorms.

''Momo wants some too?'' Izuku asked his quiet friend.

''It's food. Quality food, too. She would never say 'no'.'' Shoto said, his voice flat and his face unreadable.

''That was a joke.'' He clarified.

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Nejire and Ochako found themselves sharing the lift with Denki and Kyoka, with the former looking like he'd barely just left his bed; his hair resembled a single, large spike.

The doors opened and the four stepped out. Todoroki was placing coasters and glasses on the table. Momo sat with a book in hand, her posture and clothes immaculately kept.

Izuku sped out of the kitchen, an enormous stack of pancakes in one arm and 7 plates stacked in the other.

''That's way too much!'' Ochako rushed to him with the intent of carrying the plates, but the greenette assured her he was fine.

''Take a seat and a plate, guys. I'll be back with cutlery!'' Nejire and Ochako sat on either side of the head chair, both taking a sip of juice simultaneously. Denki and Kyoka sat on the right side, and Shoto took his place next to Momo on the left.

Izuku walked back and took his seat, handing 3 pairs of knives and forks to each girl at his sides, who passed them down their row.

''Just grab however many you'd like!'' Izuku motioned towards the stack of what could be estimated at 20 pancakes.

''Hell yeah!'' Kaminari immediately made his move, scooping 3 from the top and dumping them on his plate. Jirou opened her mouth to protest but was stopped by Momo taking the same amount. Todoroki and Nejire also took triplets, whilst Jirou and Uraraka took just two each, leaving Izuku with 4 to power through.

He looked at the pile quizzically before dumping chocolate sauce and syrup. It was a lot of calories, but surely he'd burn twice as much as that in his next training session, right? 'No, I wouldn't.' Oh, okay. No he wouldn't.

The seven of them discussed their upcoming graduation, Nejire and Ochako's villain incident from the previous day (which had been the headline of Todoroki's morning paper) and their plans for moving out.

After 3 and a half pancakes, Izuku felt his stomach swell to uncomfortable dimensions. The others had managed their meals with aplomb, but he was simply incapable of forcing anymore.

''Right! Back to work we go!'' Nejire stood abruptly, grabbing her handbag.

''I'll see you out, then.'' Izuku stood and tucked his chair in. Nejire took his arm in hers as they strode to the door.

''Right, so Ryukyu's agency has a few major busts coming up, so I won't be able to see you for a while.'' She admitted as they left the building.

''I'll definitely be here for your graduation, though!'' She grabbed his cheeks as she saw his face begin to fall.

''Hey! Who knows; maybe we bust them all in like a week and I'm back here super soon!'' She beamed. He smiled softly back.

''But even if not, I'll be back when you graduate! So that's only-'' Nejire looked up as she counted in her head.

''20 days! Less than 3 weeks, 'zuzu!'' She released his face.

''I'll look forward to it.'' He said honestly.

''Mhmm! Bye, Izuku!'' She grabbed her bag tightly and soared off into the sky.

He waved for a little while before he assumed he was out of sight. He turned back and walked inside again. Ochako smiled warmly as he gathered all the plates back up. Just in time, it seemed, as Mina exited the elevator.

She sniffed the air a few times. ''I smell syrup.'' The pink-skinned girl jogged to the dining table, the evidence right there.

''You guys had pancakes!? Without me!?'' She seemed unruly. Unhinged. They would have to phrase this delicately.

''You snooze, you lose.'' Denki grinned victoriously. The others at the table gawked in disbelief. Hangry Mina was a dangerous woman to oppose or upset. And he had poked the sleeping tiger.

''Oho, Chargebolt! You want to talk about snoozing, huh?'' She approached him, cracking her knuckles.

''How about you snoozefor a few hours?'' Her black sclera eyes were even more shadowed than normal.

Kaminari gulped.

The other 6 around the table stood and walked away.

'Oh no.'

Helloooooo. It's another chapter wrap up time! Please read these next few paragraphs, if you will.

First of all; apologies if the smut was less than ideal. I have never really written one before. Hopefully you guys liked it. If you did, then maybe there'll be more in the future. Again, I don't want them to be a major story beat, but it'll definitely be somewhat important for the growth of these characters.

Second of all; this chapter was basically filler. What happened will be brought up and referenced (this isn't Naruto filler) again. Nejire will be in the next few chapters, but not as often. This mainly just sets up the next few chapters, with the next one being:

Izuku babysitting Eri! What kind of hijinks will these two get up to, hmm?

Alright, that's it from me. Until next time!