Hello again. A much more happy chapter incoming. It's weird to say that despite all the cute fluff the last chapter had. Then again, this chapter will have… the very first date with IzuHadOcha!
'' = speech
' = thoughts
'' 'quote' '' = one character quoting another previous line
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{}{}{}= flashback begins/ends
Enjoy.
The sun was low as Izuku strode through the halls on the 2nd Floor of UA's main building. He was shaking slightly as he reached the Teacher's Lounge. His hand stretched out to grab the handle, only for the door to open inwards.
''Ah.'' All Might held a finger to his lips to shush him as he swayed to the side for just a few seconds. Midoriya peered into the gap his mentor had created to look into the lounge.
Setsuna, still in her pajamas, was staring out the window, cup of green tea in hand. All Might closed the door behind him and walked down the corridor, Izuku following. They stood at the very end when Toshinori stopped.
''I appreciate that this is hard on you.'' His mentor wrapped an arm over his shoulder. ''You are strong, however. You chose to come forward. That's very brave, Izuku; even if she managed to inform the faculty before you.''
Izuku grimaced. He had texted All Might last night that he needed to speak to him, as Itsuka had suggested. He wasn't expecting Setsuna to have beaten him to it.
The greenette couldn't exactly melt into the hug. ''How long has she been here?'' He asked All Might. The blonde man looked at his watch.
''Two hours, give or take.''
''She's been here since 4am!?'' Izuku looked back towards the lounge, hoping he hadn't been overheard.
''Yes, Izuku. She feels guilty. As she damn well should.'' Yagi said sternly as he watched the sunbeams gradually begin to coat the campus in morning light. ''However…'' He squeezed his protege's shoulder.
''She will still be a hero, Izuku. She told me that you didn't come forward as you were scared for her career and her social life.''
Izuku nodded.
''And I take it you were embarrassed?''
Izuku nodded again.
''Hmm. I know the feeling. I too have been the target of many villains, both male and female.'' He looked to Midoriya. ''I, unlike you, did not have the simultaneous luxury and horror of being pursued by someone I knew.''
Izuku was stunned. Of course All Might would know firsthand. He should've told him, he should've-
''Izuku. I know that face.'' His student looked him in the eye for the first time in a while. ''You were not sure how I would react. Your thoughts were irrational, but that's only natural. You are human.''
Izuku could feel the water pooling in his eyes.
''Wh-What will h-happen to her?'' He whispered.
''She will have a temporary suspension of her hero license for 2 months. During that time, she will be working under a charity that specialises in helping victims of sexual assault overcome their trauma. Unpaid, of course. Nezu already specified that to her.''
Izuku stood silently.
''Are you happy with that, Izuku?'' Yagi asked as he let his arm drop off of him.
The 3rd Year's face was a mix of emotion.
''She can't go unpunished, you realise?'' His mentor stooped forward slightly to meet his eyeline.
''Yeah… I think it's fair. I'm just thinking of how I can approach her.''
''She wants to go back to how things were before she did what she did.'' All Might said glumly. ''You both know it's impossible. You've both matured, partly due to what happened.''
The two stood, the tweeting of birds coming in through the open windows.
''That doesn't mean you can't have something similar, in time.'' Toshinori slicked his hair back. ''You need counselling. Definitely.''
Izuku nodded reluctantly. ''I probably do, don't I?''
''We will see it arranged another time.'' All Might spun the student to face towards the Teacher's Lounge. ''For now, let's keep Young Tokage company until she's ready to get back to the dorms.''
Izuku slowly pushed the door to the lounge open, Setsuna immediately casting her eyes over. She smiled sadly as she tucked her knees up into her chest. Izuku walked to the couch she rested on and sat as close to her as he could manage.
The last few times they had touched, even brushing each other by accident, Izuku had felt a sense of dread creep up on him. The few hero exercises they'd done had been one of the few exceptions, along with him wrapping an arm around her whilst she cried the week prior.
As he faced her now, he felt no such emotion. No awkwardness. No hatred. Just a sense that this was their chance to make things right. He opened his arms, hands motioning at her.
Setsuna sat, wide-eyed, as she took in Izuku's appearance. His smiling face. A smile that told her it would all be alright. She let herself fall gently into his chest. She hadn't the energy to sob, but tears still trailed down her face from her closed eyes as relief washed over her.
Izuku's eyes were closed as well, though his grateful smile told All Might everything he needed to know. The former Number One Hero relayed a scene in his head: the scene of a young quirkless boy resting in the soothing arms of his master.
He poured himself another cup of tea as he waited for the two to recover. 'We picked well, Nana.'
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''IZUKU!'' Nejire swooped down and hugged him tightly. Unlike usual, he instantly wrapped his arms around her, enjoying every moment of their embrace. Nejire pulled away and took a good look at his face.
''I came as soon as I got Ochako's text.'' She ran a hand through his hair. ''I'm so proud of you.'' She said warmly.
''No no, this took me far too long.'' He refused to take any form of compliment.
''Don't be dumb, Izu. You were brave.'' Hado smiled.
''So everyone keeps saying…''
Nejire huffed gently enough to avoid his hearing. She rested her elbow on his shoulder as she smoothed off her dress. She had chosen a yellow sundress, which she attempted to contrast with a white bracelet and heels. She was obviously very colour conscious today; she was using one of her own brand of handbags, which perfectly emulated her periwinkle hair.
Izuku suddenly felt aware of how differently he had dressed. He had gone for a smart casual look: a simple light green dress shirt with black jeans and his usual red sneakers. Did that complement Nejire at all?
''Where's 'chako?'' She asked as she checked the clock on her phone.
''She usually takes a long time drying her hair. Getting that natural lift doesn't come from her quirk, funnily enough.'' He laughed.
''Hair… hair… '' Nejire craned her head around. ''Oh! I forgot! Kendo told me you got a haircut!'' She studied him excitedly. The fade in his hair was noticeable, but not overly pronounced. Plus, that short, quaffed top was sexy.
''Did she, uh, tell you anything else?'' He asked.
''Do you mean her pulling your hair out or her masturbating with it?'' Nejire asked, empty-headed.
Izuku reeled forwards in shock and spiralled into a coughing fit.
''Oops.'' Nejire said as she began patting his back. Izuku looked up at her, his cheeks rivalling Ochako's natural pink glow.
''P-Please don't joke like that!'' He said as he got the last of his sharp exhales out and stood up straight again.
''But I-'' Nejire stopped. She remembered Itsuka's tears when Setsuna revealed that secret to her. Maybe she shouldn't embarrass the poor girl like that.
''Sorry, Izuku. I was just trying to get you laughing, you goof!'' She flicked the end of his nose, giggling at his flinch.
''Heeeyyyyyy!'' Ochako called out as she ran down the steps that led to the dorm. Nejire flew forwards, enveloping the brunette in a hug too.
''O-oH! H-Hi, Nejire.'' Uraraka's arms slinked up Hado's back and gave the older girl a gentle squeeze. ''Thank you for accepting on such short notice. I think Izuku could really use the distraction.'' She said, quieter, into Nejire's ear.
The bluenette nodded excitedly. ''I should be thanking you, silly! You're finally giving us a chance!''
Ochako blushed wildly. ''I-uh-yeah. Why not?'' She managed to get out confidently.
Nejire giggled as she wrapped her into an even bigger hug. As she backed off, Izuku finally got a good view of Ochako's clothes. He was happy with his choice now.
His classmate had chosen a simple baby pink blouse with a white, pencil skirt. Her shoes were almost identical to Nejire's in colour and shape, save for the fact that her's were open toed.
''Well… where are we even going?'' Izuku asked.
''Oh, I made some reservations at a fancy restaurant in Tokyo!'' Nejire announced as she pumped her arm in joy.
Ochako turned deathly pale. ''O-Oh… I'm-I'm thrilled!'' A light sheen of sweat erupted on her forehead.
''Worried about not matching the clientele?'' Izuku raised a brow, face full of concern.
''A little. Will it be obvious I'm from the country?'' She asked Nejire.
The bluenette simply chuckled in response. ''Nope! And besides; we're heroes, sweetie! We flex our hero licences, I can promise you the snooty rich folk will just happen to forget that they're prejudiced.''
Uraraka wasn't best pleased with that reply. But Hado had a point. As bad as she felt for using her profession for personal gain, a life of poverty meant that certain freebies and benefits were too good to ignore.
''When are these reservations?'' Izuku asked as he checked his watch. Classes had been over for a good 45 minutes, meaning it would be quite a while before early evening.
''Like 6:30. So we've got 2 hours to kill.'' Nejire said as she adjusted her bag strap.
''Wanna head to the batting cages for a while?'' Ochako offered.
''You're terrible at baseball.'' Izuku smiled smugly.
''Well then why don't you teach me?'' Uravity dodged the insult and countered.
''OOH! I CAN TOO!'' Nejire's grin grew to maniacal proportions. ''I'm super good at batting!''
The three looked at each other in mutual content.
''Then it's decided.'' Izuku smiled brightly, the two girls' hearts skipping a beat.
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The walk into town wasn't far. Despite the fact that Tokyo was a fair distance, Izuku was confident that, after an hour of batting, they'd have enough time to reach the restaurant if he ran (with Ochako on his back) and Nejire flew.
He fought back giggles as Ochako took her place before the pitchers. To be fair to her; her technique wasn't bad. She certainly had the strength to launch a ball a good distance. But she always seemed to hit the baseballs directly into the ground.
That wasn't funny on its own. The growls of frustration that left her lips did that.
''GAH!'' She huffed as she twirled the bat in her hand whilst waiting for the pitchers to fill again. 30 baseballs. 2 solid hits.
''Lemme try!'' Nejire hopped out from behind the netted barrier and whisked the bat away. Ochako quickly exchanged places, taking a spot next to Izuku as Nejire squared her shoulders and took a deep breath.
A ball fired. Nejire swung and connected sweetly, sending the ball into the very centre of the target above the machines. Uraraka immediately deflated, head flopping onto Midoriya's shoulder.
''How can you even do that?'' The brunette sighed. ''Is there anything she can't do better than me?''
''Hey, none of that. You're great. Just because hitting balls here isn't your specialty, it doesn't mean Kacchan would agree.'' He responded with a smirk.
Ochako laughed lightly. ''My god, you'd think he'd have let that go by now.''
''Well, getting kicked in the nuts with your enormous boots probably wasn't too fun.'' He sweatdropped.
''Was for me~'' Ochako said in a singsong voice.
A klaxon sounded, meaning Nejire had to hit the balls even faster. A few whizzed by her that she wasn't quite fast enough to hit, but the ones she did land a strike on definitely weren't misplaced.
The whirring of the pitchers slowly died down, leaving silence to fill the gaps as Nejire took another deep breath to recover.
''Right! That was cool, huh?'' She studied the marks she had left on the bat with her slightly augmented strength. ''Your turn, Izu!'' She threw him the bat as she ducked behind nets and locked arms with Ochako. The brunette's face heated up, but she made no attempt to pull away.
''For all that smack talk about me whiffing, I know he'll miss a few too.'' Uraraka annonced, deliberately speaking loud enough for Izuku to hear as he limbered up.
''Just watch! Three bullseyes coming up!'' He shouted back without facing them.
''This should be interesting.'' Ochako said with a sly grin as Izuku arched his back and readied himself. Hado and Uraraka leaned forward to get a better glimpse of his butt as he did so.
''Indeed. Very interesting…'' Nejire mumbled.
Izuku emulated Nejire, successfully hitting the centre of the target. Over the next 90 seconds, however, he only managed to repeat the feat a single time.
''Oof! ThReE bUlLsEyEs CoMiNg Up!'' Ochako teached.
''Fighting words!'' He pouted sarcastically. ''If only the great Uravity could hit the edge of the target, let alone the centre!''
''Oh, bet.'' Uraraka strolled out confidently and grabbed the bat before pushing him back behind the nets.
Nejire fed Izuku string cheese as Uraraka hopped in place, waiting for the pitching machines to splutter back into life.
The first ball fired. Uraraka swung. And missed gloriously.
''OOH! WOW!'' Izuku yelled mockingly with a mouth full of cheese.
''Shuddup!'' Ochako swung for the second and heard the satisfying sound she'd been hoping for. The ball soared up and up until it hit just above the bullseye.
''HA! See that, Deku-kun!'' Uraraka spun on her heels and peered through the net to see Izuku rolling his eyes.
''Alright, but maybe focus on the- Ochako!'' He pointed behind her and the gravity girl craned her neck, only to be smacked in the face by a fastball.
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''Well, at least we match now!'' Nejire pointed to her burn scar.
Ochako grumbled. Izuku was warm at least. They had decided on their original plan, so she was currently resting on his back, arms wrapped around his neck.
She could feel the fading, numbing pain on her left cheek. Nejire had shown her her face when they left the batting cages. A big, purple bruise was trailing up her face.
She looked to the pale burn on Nejire's face, which also lay on the left side. Huh. They did match.
''Oh, there it is!'' Nejire pointed below before swooping down into an alley. Izuku gripped the underside of Uraraka's thighs tightly before leaping from the rooftops. He landed comfortably, almost impressing himself with the lack of slip-ups he had along the 30 minute run.
Ochako climbed off of him on shaky legs, thankful to be back on the ground. Izuku was super careful, of course, but the speed at which they travelled was like a bullet train.
The three walked out into the light people traffic on the sidewalks, blending in as best they could as they crossed the street.
''Oh my god.'' Ochako looked like she could faint at any minute.
Izuku looked at the sign. ''Open Air Omakase.'' He said aloud as he read. He looked to Ochako. ''You recognise this place?''
The brunette almost looked offended. ''Of course I do! It's like the best sushi and sashimi place in Tokyo.'' Her eyes darted back and forth. ''It's also the most expensive…''
''Don't worry, 'chako.'' Nejire waved a hand in front of the other girl's face to gain her attention. ''This is all on me. My treat!''
''B-But I suggested it! I should at least-''
Nejire closed the gap between them and clamped her thumb and forefinger over Uraraka's lips.
''No. When you're earning big hero money, maybe then you can chip in, hmm?''
The girl nodded, her bobbed brown hair whooshing up and down. Nejire released her grip before grabbing her hand. She took Izuku's in the other and pulled them through the doors.
''So, uh, what makes this 'open air' exactly?'' Izuku asked.
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''Oh.'' He said as he pulled Ochako's chair out for her, swiftly tucking her back under the table. Nejire waved him off as he took a step towards her seat, leaving him free to take his own.
He took in his surroundings as his fingers traced the edge of the menu. It was definitely out in the open, alright.
The doors they had entered through led to a small enclosed reception area, where the maitre'd led them into the dining room.
Or, more accurately, a dining garden.
The entire space was a low cut, grassy floor, with small cobble paths leading to and laying underneath the furniture. There was no ceiling, and the 'walls' were simply very thick layers of frosted glass. Most of the lighting came from small lamps suspended on the walls, although their table had a handful of candles placed in the centre.
How they had managed to fit such a spacious (and ridiculously quiet) space in the very centre of Tokyo was a mystery. The atmosphere was nice, however. The candlelight definitely helped highlight the gorgeous features of the girls on either side of him.
It also meant that they were less likely to be recognised. It was times like this he hated having green hairs, as they stood out even more in comparison to the black locks he had dotted around.
''Garden Ram-seed?'' Ochako pondered as she showed them an item on her menu. ''Why'd they name it that?''
''Oh, they say he had the first real quirk!'' Nejire smiled as she flipped through the starters.
''Pfft, that's just a joke, Nejire.'' Izuku said as he started looking through the entrées. ''Gordon Ramsey did not have a quirk. He was alive long before the first known quirk.''
''Nuh-uh! They said he could cook raw meat by staring menacingly at it. What else could it be?''
''Who's Gordon Ramsey?'' Ochako asked innocently.
Izuku and Nejire looked at each other briefly before turning back to the unknowing girl.
''Oh, we are so binging some stuff later.''
''Yeah, YouTube still has a ton of clips up.''
Just as Ochako's mouth moved to respond, a waitress appeared.
''Are you ready to order? We'll just take your entrées first, is that okay?'' The older woman's finger became a pencil as her left hand became a notepad. Were it not rude, he'd have been geeking out over a quirk so perfect for a profession like hospitality.
''Chicken caesar salad with candied walnuts, please.'' Ochako was almost salivating at the thought, let alone imagining the taste.
''A regular caesar for me, please.'' Nejire handed the waitress her menu.
''Oh, uh… C-Cheddar and spring onion risotto, thanks.'' Izuku fumbled with the menu before offhanding it.
''Alrighty then, I'll see it done. I'll return with your main course menus in a moment.'' And as quickly as she'd arrived, the blonde server disappeared.
They sat quietly for minutes, soaking up the ambience.
A lightbulb lit up in Izuku's head. ''Wait… wasn't this a sushi and sashimi place?'' His hand motioned to Nejire, who wasn't surprised by the question.
''Oh, yeah, it is. It's separated dining areas for both the western courses and the authentic stuff.'' The bluenette said as she searched her purse. Then her bag.
''And you chose the western food?'' Ochako asked.
Nejire simply nodded, eyes still on her bag.
''O-Oh.'' Uravity looked downcast. Nejire immediately cast her gaze to the girl across from her. She seemingly wasn't insulted by her generosity being slightly undermined.
''Well we can always come back sometime. My apartment is just a few blocks away.'' She said as she finally retrieved a chapstick from the floor of her handbag.
Izuku raised his brows for a moment in short-lived surprise. 'Smooth, Nejire.'
''You still want us to move in with you when we graduate?'' He adjusted his position in his seat.
''Sure!''
''We won't make it too cramped for you, right?'' Ochako was unfortunately used to small living spaces, having needed to room with Tsuyu for a few weeks while her room was being rebuilt after the attack on U.A.
''Nope! I've got a pretty big apartment. And an enormous bed!'' The eldest of the three shrugged her shoulders.
''W-We'd be sharing a b-bed?'' Izuku stared at her in disbelief.
''It's a big bed, I promise!''
''That's not the issue…'' Uraraka deadpanned.
''Ah, I see.'' Nejire gripped her chin in thought. ''Well, we're all together, aren't we? Only natural we cuddle and snuggle.''
''Yeah, but-''
''We literally did it not too long ago!'' Nejire said in exasperation. ''We both slept in your room! And that's a much smaller bed!''
''She has us there…'' Ochako admitted. ''Maybe it won't be so much of an issue?''
''Well, we could always save for a bigger place once-''
''Your starters, sir and madams.'' The waitress from earlier appeared again, slowly placing the two salads and the risotto onto the table.
''Thank you.'' The three heroes said in unison.
''You're very welcome.'' There was a moment of silence. ''If you need anything, just say. I'll be back with your next menus in a moment.''
''O-Oh, what's your name?'' Ochako asked.
''My apologies. It seemed to have slipped my mind.'' She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. ''I'm Yuko. I was simply so in awe of seeing three pro heroes I forgot to introduce myself.'' She said with a sly smile before slinking away.
It was safe to say that everyone at the table was shocked at that. That wasn't to say that they were expecting to be recognised; they weren't that conceited. It was simply odd for someone who did recognise them to not immediately jump at the opportunity to converse or ask for something.
Izuku scooped a spoonful of the rice into his mouth, carefully savouring the flavour. He had simply selected the dish based on two factors; it would be his first time trying risotto was one. The other was that it would be difficult to dislike a simple dish.
He smiled slightly as he considered the taste. For a dish that had both cheddar and onion, it was surprisingly polite to his tastebuds.
He looked to Ochako and Nejire, who seemed equally thrilled with their salads. The three didn't have time to enjoy idle chit chat, they were enjoying their meals instead.
Four minutes passed and their cutlery was set down on clean plates.
''Well, it's safe to say that the starters were nice, hmm?'' Nejire giggled.
''Are you all done?'' Yuko popped up again, some dirty wine glasses already in hand from another table.
''Yes, thank you.'' Izuku stacked the 3 plates and placed the unneeded cutlery atop the stack. Yuko produced 3 main course menus from thin air and dropped them onto the table before taking the plates into her arms.
''I'll be back to take your orders soon.'' She wiggled a brow before dashing back towards the main building that the garden entrance shot off from.
The group studied the menus intently. Ochako's eye twitched, clearly driven mad by the very notion that she could eat anything on the menu.
''Oooo… Shrimp and Lobster Paella… '' Nejire nodded to herself before closing the menu again. ''Need to try some Spanish food. I've had a lot of the other stuff from this place already.'' She grinned at the other two, who were struggling to decide far more than she was.
Izuku read closely, paying attention to both the portion size and expected waiting time. Funnily enough, he had just noticed that there was no price under or near any of the menu's items. Could it be they simply assumed that anyone in attendance at a restaurant like this had the funds?
''Uhhhh, is this quiche good?'' Ochako asked Nejire.
''Yeah! Cheese and bacon one is super good!''
''O-Okay, I think I'll have that then!'' The brunette tried to mirror her counterpart's enthusiasm.
That left just Midoriya, who suddenly felt very rushed. He flipped back and forth through the pages, looking for anything that caught his eye.
''Uh, filet mignon? That's fancy and kinda western, right?'' He rubbed the back of his head nervously.
Ochako's eyes bulged out of her head. ''W-Won't that be super expensive!?''
''Yeah, but I'm willing to pay so it's his choice.'' Nejire squinted scrutinously.
''But there's allowing yourself to be treated and then there's taking advantage of someone's kindness.'' Uravity said in exasperation.
''Are you suggesting that Izu is taking advantage of me!?'' Nejire scowled.
''N-No, o-of course I'm not, but-''
'''But', what?'' Hado seemed equal parts angry and sad. ''Izuku would never do that to me, or you, so-''
''Both of you!'' Izuku grabbed one hand of either girl. The two stopped mid argument, both caught off guard by his upset tone. ''Please!''
They sat in awkward silence as the future Number One Hero gathered his thoughts.
''I'm sure Ochako didn't mean that to mean that you're dumb, Nejire.'' The brunette nodded frantically in agreement, hoping it would contribute to the defusal of the tension.
''So try not to get so mad. If this is what you'll be like over something as trivial as a passing comment, then living together would be a far worse struggle, wouldn't it?''
Nejire sighed. He was right.
''I'm sorry, 'chako. I shouldn't have been so presumptuous. Especially on our first time out as a group.'' The taller girl twirled her periwinkle hair in her fingers, trying to keep eye contact to make the apology more sincere.
''It's alright, I probably should have phrased it better.'' She faced Izuku. ''If you want that, order it. It's entirely your decision.''
He groaned in his own head. He couldn't exactly not order it after making such a fuss, could he?
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''Ooooh…'' Ochako cooed as Yuko set her mochi cheesecake down on the table.
Izuku gripped his fork as he and Nejire split a small chocolate cake between them.
Their mains had been delicious, the chatter had been very small and they had fallen back into a state of mutual, but content, awkwardness. Izuku still didn't like the idea of having two girlfriends and, if she was being 100 percent honest, Ochako wasn't too into the idea either.
Nejire's optimism and contagious enthusiasm was working it's magic for now; it was definitely helping them stay open to the idea. It was simply a case of how long those emotions could keep them that way.
''When you're ready for your bill, please call me over. Enjoy.'' Yuko moved to another table.
Ochako basically inhaled her dessert, although she, at the very least, savoured it as well as she could whilst being very enthusiastic to eat. Izuku and Nejire had 2 slices of their respective dessert each. Nejire offered Ochako her spoon to try the chocolatey heaven. An offer to ease both of their minds after their fairly heated exchange earlier.
When they were finished up, they motioned to Yuko, who offered the bill.
''One hundred and twenty thousand yen!?'' Midoriya and Uraraka said in unison.
''Yes.'' Yuko said, head tilting in confusion. ''Is this less than expected?''
''Less, girl I-''
''Do you have one of those card thingies?'' Nejire spoke over Ochako.
Yuko patted her breast pocket, her face dropping in disappointment. ''I will return shortly.'' She dashed towards the concierge.
''H-How many times have you eaten here?'' Izuku quickly asked Nejire.
''Oh, about 14 times or so.'' She returned, confused by his expression.
''And you pay this much every time?'' Ochako asked.
''Of course not! There's three of us!'' The bluenette responded with a giggle. Her two partners sighed in relief. ''It's usually about 70k each meal, though.''
Before Ochako could splutter, Yuko came back, card scanner in hand.
Nejire tapped her credit card and allowed Yuko to tear off the receipt. The three stood and began their preparations to leave.
''Your tip is in the middle of the table, Yuko-san.'' Izuku said as he dragged out both of the girl's seats. The triplet headed for the door as their waitress looked to the table.
Seven thousand yen sat atop a single sheet of paper, which featured the signatures of all of the heroes that had dined there. Yuko smiled warmly to herself as she folded the paper and placed it into her apron pocket.
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''Would you like to come in?'' Nejire asked as they stood outside her apartment building.
''No thanks, Nejire. We still have lessons tomorrow, so we should probably get back.'' Izuku said as he eyed his watch.
''Thank you for tonight.'' Ochako mumbled.
''You're welcome! Maybe next time! I mean, you need to see this place if you do want to move in, right?'' Hado waggled her brows.
''Well we have this Sunday free. Should we come over?'' The green haired boy's head flicked between both of his girlfriends as he asked the open question.
''Sure!'' Ochako nodded.
''Nice! I just so happen to be free that day too!'' The pro hero faked a tired huff. ''Freelance hero work is murder!''
''Well we could always start a conjoined agency.'' All Might's successor suggested.
''Great idea! We should sort that soon!'' Nejire glanced up and down the street, noticing they were alone. ''See you later!'' She quickly took a few steps forward, stood on her tiptoes and kissed Izuku on the lips.
He was definitely taken aback, but he tried his best to make sure he knew it wasn't an unwanted showcase of affection.
Ochako laughed nervously, clearly feeling a bit awkward to simply be watching them. Nejire pulled away from Izuku and placed her hands on the shorter girl's shoulders.
Uraraka stared at her in disbelief. Nejire's eyes widened, asking the silent question. The brunette slowly pursed her lips, her already pink cheeks turning an even further shade. Nejire pressed her lips to hers, the pair melting into the kiss as it naturally caused their head to pivot slightly.
Izuku, feeling just as strange as Ochako did, smiled as he observed them. This entire relationship would likely be an odd affair. Maybe it was a case of it growing on all of them over time.
The girls separated, a small trail of saliva still connecting them. Ochako looked drunk, still on an emotional high.
''Right, now that that's all done, I'll see you on Sunday!'' Nejire did a 180 and jogged up the steps into the apartment block.
''You ready for the run back?'' Izuku turned to Ochako.
''Y-Yeah.'' The poor girl was still bright red in the face.
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Izuku landed at the enormous gates to the campus, the girl in his arms producing her pass and showing it to the scanner. The night was fairly dark now. After all, they'd spent two hours in the restaurant and another thirty minutes heading back.
Izuku dashed through the small opening in the metal gates and towards the dorms. He came to a stop at the doors, peering inside and seeing the coast was clear, save for Kaminari and Jirou who were practising the guitar again.
He burst through the doors and flew up the flights of stairs (criminally underused in the dorms, he thought) to the girl's side. He gently placed Ochako on the ground just outside her door.
''Th-thanks, Deku.'' She was still red in the face. Very red. If he didn't know her so well, he would have said it was from the journey she'd taken; even he went quite red if the nights were cold enough whilst he was using Full Cowling.
No. This was different. This was the blush of a nervous, unsure girl. A sensitive, insecure girl.
''What's wrong?'' He peered down at her.
''I… I don't know if I'm going to sound selfish…'' She quietly squeaked out.
''Go on. I won't be mad.'' He rubbed her upper arm.
''Do-Do you want to… spend the night?'' She asked, raising her eyebrows so he had no misconceptions about what they would be doing.
Izuku was, for maybe the millionth time today, taken aback.
''I know the whole thing with Setsuna was bad for you a-and that might bring b-back some bad memories if we do, so-''
''I'd love to.'' He was blushing quite strongly himself.
''You sure?''
''I am.''
''Will you not have a bad time with all the Setsuna stuff?''
''No.'' He paused as he opened her door for her. ''You remember the first few times we… 'shared a bed'?'' He asked. ''When I had to stop and go back to my room?''
''Mm-hm.'' Uraraka closed the door behind her and adjusted her lights so that they were dim, but just bright enough to see what they were doing.
''That was because I needed some time to get over myself. And that whole situation. I just needed a while to separate you from her in my head.''
''S-So you don't think you'll have a bad time?'' She twiddled her thumbs as she looked at how untidy she'd left her room. 'God, I'm such a pig!'
''I don't think so. I haven't felt uncomfortable with you for quite a while.'' He unbuttoned his shirt as he looked at how cute her room looked. 'God, she's so adorable.'
''And besides-'' He took her by the hand and cupped her cheek. ''-I love you. I know you'd never overstep a boundary, just as you know I wouldn't either.''
Ochako beamed at him. ''I-I love you too.''
WARNING: INCREDIBLY SPONTANEOUS AND DEFINITELY NOT LAST MINUTE LEMON STARTS HERE
Izuku finished unbuttoning his shirt, folded it and placed it on top of Ochako's chair, which sat in front of her makeup desk. Odd, considering she rarely wore much makeup at any time.
Ochako jumped in the realisation that she had to strip too, and tugged her blouse over her head as she tried to kick off her heels. Izuku grabbed her by the hips to stop the ruffled end of the blouse catching on her skirt.
When she finally regained her vision as she got the top off, she looked to thank Izuku, only to jolt as she saw him fully nude. He laughed at that.
''One day you'll get used to it.'' He said with a snicker. He moved away to organise his clothes into a neat pile. Ochako smiled. Even at a time like this, he was a bit too perfectionist.
She unclipped her bra and chucked it on the ground, then unzipped her skirt. She wiggled her hips as if she was hula-hooping so that it landed at her now bare feet, before kicking it away.
As she placed thumbs under the fabric of her panties, Izuku whisked her up and dropped her onto the bed. He rested on his knees between her legs and slowly ran a hand up each of her legs. As he reached her thighs he slowed down, enjoying the soft exhalations and jitters that the anticipation forced Ochako into.
He pushed an index finger under the edges and slowly tugged them down to her knees, marveling in the moisture that surrounded her folds. The fluid had dampened the insides of her panties slightly, but he didn't care for that anymore as he pulled them over her legs and tossed them over his shoulder. 'People do that to look sexy, right?' He fought off his thoughts and placed his mouth around Ochako's lower one.
His tongue traced every inch, finding and exploiting the extra sensitive spots that made Ochako squeal and convulse from the pleasure. Ochako's toes curled in enjoyment as her head hit back against the pillow. If she had sharper teeth, she certainly would have drawn blood just from how hard she was biting her lip.
She flicked her nipple with one hand as he other trailed down to run it's fingers through her boyfriend's hair. The edges of Izuku's mouth curled upwards at that. If he could be proud of anything in terms of sex, it was being a pretty good bowcat.
He raised his head when he felt his member throb to the extent it felt like he could break concrete with it. Maybe he could, if he used All for One? He shook his head. Why was he having such ridiculous thoughts at a time like this?
He reached into the top drawer of Ochako's nightstand and felt around for a condom.
''Izu… safe day~'' She cooed. Izuku's last two brain cells clearly were no longer available. Maybe they were dancing in celebration?
He slapped his cock on the face of her entrance, before lining himself up. He took a deep breath before thrusting inside, internally giggling at Ochako's very sudden gasp.
He studies her face closely, looking for any of her telltale signs of discomfort. She shakily gave him a thumbs up. He leaned down and kissed her before placing a hand on either side of her head and going to town.
Ochako's legs flailed outwards as she had no choice but to receive the fast motions. Their movements were so in time. So coordinated. If synchronised sex were a thing, they'd be in with a chance of a gold medal.
Ochako cradled a tit in one hand and Izuku leant down to tweak it with the edge of his tongue. Izuku would rest on his knees and Ochako would throw her feet into his face, much to Izuku's joy. (He had Nejire to thank for showing him that particular joy) Ochako would moan as he hit the leftmost wall and Izuku would slow his strokes to rub the spot more accurately. It was a never ending cycle of complementary actions.
Ochako convulsed more wildly than she had yet tonight and Izuku felt her discharge run over the sides of his shaft. As she tried to gradually meter out her orgasm, Izuku showed no remorse. His motions became more erratic, more random and less accurate.
Her tongue lolled in her mouth, so she pulled Izuku down to stop it with his own tongue. They kissed passionately as Ochako felt yet another release building.
Izuku, yet again, was accustomed to sex with Ochako enough to realise and targeted her left wall more. After a good 30 seconds, Ochako moaned loudly into his mouth as she came again, this time constricting Izuku's cock to the extent that he had only a few seconds left.
Ochako wrapped her legs, as shaky as they were, around his back and grinned deviously at him as she too recognised that he was close. He managed another few pumps before cumming with a soft hum.
Uravity didn't let him pull out, making sure he was completely finished before he exited her. The last little shake Izuku did was a good enough signal for her and she let her legs drop.
He slowly pulled out, a few drops of semen puddling on the inside of her thighs. He flopped onto her gently before rolling over to lay beside her. He reached into the tissue box on the windowsill and handed 4 or 5 to Ochako. She took them with trembling hands and folded them into a large square before placing them just under her ass to catch any 'spillage.'
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and placed it on silent. She was going to sleep like a baby tonight. Izuku made a mental note to check his pockets for his phone and wallet, just in case they fell out whilst he was undressing.
END OF LEMON
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When he awoke the next morning to the sound of Ochako's alarm, he couldn't help but laugh.
''What's so funny?'' The girl laying next to him said as she sat up, her messy hair obscuring her vision.
''It's just… I missed a 4am jog for this, hahahaha!'' He realised how much he didn't want to ruin his routine. But that was far more enjoyable.
The two laughed as the sun rose on the academy. Hopefully the girls wouldn't look at him funny in the elevator.
Hello. That was a bit happier than the last chapter, hmm?
I was told by a friend of mine (thanks Ska) that in my first few chapters I wrote 'course' when I meant 'coarse' as in 'rough.' Apparently I did it like four times. How did I MISS THAT SO MANY TIMES?
My friend also said that it was quite confusing sometimes when I used both first and second names for characters? Do you guys have similar issues? I only do it to stop it sounding or reading repetitive, but I can stop if it's a big issue.
Anyway, next chapter is a little party prep chapter, then after that we've got Izuku and Ochako's trip to Nejire's apartment.
Until next time! Love ya!