————————JUNE————————

Sitting at his desk in the teachers' lounge, Midoriya worked furiously at his keyboard, typing his lesson plan for the next month. His gnarled hands, damaged from overuse of his quirk as a student, weren't dextrous enough for touch typing. However, he found that if he used the tiniest percentage of his quirk to speed up his hands, he could hunt and poke faster than most of the other teachers around him could do typing normally.

Of course, this trick required a lot of concentration and one little slip—

A heavy hand landed on his shoulder. "Hey Midoriya, how's teaching life treating you?"

Midoriya jumped at the sudden contact, green electricity flashing around his arms and hands, as his finger smashed on the next key, and drove a hole right through the keyboard and into the desk.

Midoriya sighed, dropping his quirk. He looked up to see Power Loader standing next to him, his usual helmet and heavy gloves removed. When the younger man had joined the staff, his girlfriend's former teacher learned that they were dating. Power Loader had taken a keen interest in him, taking him under his wing and helping him with the admin side of teaching whenever possible. He said that anyone that could handle Hatsume on a day-to-day basis deserved a helping hand.

Now he held one of those hands behind his head and smiled embarrassedly at his young co-worker. "Sorry."

Midoriya waved him off. "Don't worry about it, Power Loader-sensei." He pulled out the USB connector for the board, hurled the broken hunk of plastic in the trash with two others, and pulled a new one out of the bottom drawer of his desk. "I keep spares around."

The elder teacher shook his head, amused. "What have I told you, Midoriya? Now that we're colleagues, you can call me Maijima. No need to use hero names here."

It was Midoriya's turn to look embarrassed. "OK, Maijima-san." That was going to take a lot more practice. He still felt like a kid amongst adults in the lounge despite having worked at the school for months now. Aizawa still called him "Problem Child" half of the time. "What can I do for you?"

Maijima smiled at the change. "You and Hatsume live together, right?"

Midoriya nodded.

Maijima smiled. "Good! I'd like for her to come in to give a presentation before the cultural festival at the end of the month. I'd ask her directly, but the only email I had for her was her old school account, and I don't think she uses it anymore." His eyes took on a faraway look as he reminisced. "She was always great at selling herself and her work. People still ask me about her after they saw her at the sports festival her first year." He handed Midoriya a sheet of paper that described his plan for the event. "You know," he continued, a smirk on his face. "She had a big crush on you in high school. Even when she was with that Iida kid in your second year, I always hoped you two would end up together. Are you gonna get hitched soon?"

Midoriya smiled uneasily. While Principal Nezu was aware of the reason Midoriya had accepted his offer to teach, he hadn't told anyone else. "Ummm… We have some… things… to work out first."

Maijima nodded sagely, grasping at his chin. "Good idea. Don't want to end up divorced because of a surprise in your first year." He reared back and slapped Midoriya hard on the back. "But don't wait too long!"

As Maijima walked away, Midoriya chuckled wanly before eyeing the papers in his hands. He sighed. This would be great for Hatsume. It would get her out of the house, and cure her of some of the cabin fever she'd been experiencing. But how were they going to get her on campus when she couldn't leave the apartment building grounds?

He needed advice. From an adult.

Midoriya opened the door to their apartment and smiled when he saw who was on the other side. "Tenya! So good to see you! How's Camie?"

Iida Tenya smiled as he walked into the apartment at his friend's invitation, bending over to neatly untie his shoes in the entryway. "She is doing well, though the morning sickness is really bad these days. Thank you for the invitation," he said as he stood. "It's rare that I get to see old friends these days."

Midoriya prompted him to come into the living room and sit on the couch. Iida hesitated briefly when he saw the spread of food laid out on the coffee table. The entire surface was covered in dishes of food ranging from sushi on one end, to tempura on the other. There was no room to set down anything else. "Are you expecting more guests?"

Midoriya chuckled embarrassedly. "No, no, just you. Mei is getting cleaned up, and she'll join us soon." He sighed, taking a seat on a chair across from his friend. "Actually, that's part of the reason why I called you today. I need your advice, and you always did better in our Heroics Law classes." Iida grabbed a piece of sushi, motioning for Midoriya to continue while he took a bite. "Well, did you hear about Mei's little problem last March?"

Iida chewed thoughtfully for a second before swallowing. "I remember there was some robot trouble in this part of town. It looked kind of like something she designed when we were together in high school. I did wonder if it was her doing."

Midoriya nodded sadly. "She stopped the robot, but got charged with villainy and sentenced to a year of house arrest."

Iida chewed that over along with the rest of his bite of sushi. "Hence the spread of food before us?"

"Yeah. She's been working her way through hobbies to keep from going crazy."

Iida grinned. "And how has that been going?"

"You can see for yourself," he said, gesturing to the food with a grin of his own. "She excels at everything she tries, but always goes overboard." He leaned in close, lowering his voice to a whisper. "My pants are starting to feel more than a little tight."

Iida covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing too loudly. He stuffed another bite of sushi in to keep it occupied. When he swallowed, he spoke up again. "Well, that was months ago, and you only asked for my help yesterday. What's the issue?"

Midoriya handed over the paper Maijima had given him. "She's been invited to speak at U.A. next month at the cultural festival, but her radius is basically the apartment building and its grounds. If she leaves, my license gets revoked." He winced, closing in on himself. "I haven't told her about the invite, I didn't want to get her hopes up."

Iida studied the paper closely, adjusting his glasses. He looked up and smiled at his friend. "This shouldn't be too much of a problem. Just tell the judge about it. I'm sure they'll allow a one-day pass, especially since it's to go back to her alma mater."

Midoriya blinked in surprise. "You think it will work?"

Iida nodded. "Of course! It shows that Mei is still a productive member of society, and can function without causing more problems. It's an important part of her rehabilitation." He pulled out his phone and started typing away. "In fact, here's the contact information for one of our company lawyers if you'd like someone to make the argument in court or you."

Midoriya sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair. "Oh, that's great," he said. "I know it will make her feel so much better just to get out of the house for a while."

Iida grabbed another morsel of food, and devoured it quickly. "This is absolutely delicious. Remind me to thank her for the food."

"You can take some home to your wife if you like," replied Midoriya. "I'm sure Camie would appreciate not needing to cook tonight."

Iida shook his head. "No, she's too sick. The doctor said it happens sometimes, where the woman is just absolutely hammered by the pregnancy, and throws up all the time. Camie can barely keep anything down, and just the smell of fish will send her to the bathroom for up to an hour. What did the doctor call it again?" He looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought, as his hand came up and he snapped his fingers as if trying to summon the word like a dog.

SNAP SNAP SNAP

The whirring sound of four electric motors spinning up echoed loudly in the apartment. Midoriya stared at Iida's hand in horror as he realized what he'd done. Iida looked around confused as the buzzing sound grew closer, until the drone came screaming around the corner, and hovered over his shoulder.

Iida laughed at the site of the drone. "And what are you supposed to be, little one?" He held out his hand to the copter.

The drone dropped a packet in his hand and, delivery completed, flew back down the hallway.

Iida stared at the packet he had been given as his brain slowly processed what it was that he held. He looked over at Midoriya, but his friend was no help. His face was glowing red with embarrassment, and his hands covered his eyes.

Suddenly there was another noise from down the hall. "Izu? I heard the drone fly by. Do you think we have time? I'm game to try if you are, but maybe you ought to text— TENYA!"

Hatsume had come out of the bath wearing her robe, but it hung loosely off of her shoulders and wasn't tied tightly around her waist. Her tits were on full display, and a hint of pink hair could be seen between the part in the robe

Iida got an eyeful of a body he hadn't seen since high school. He stared a little bit longer than he should— he was married, not dead after all— before averting his gaze. A thin trail of blood dropped out of one nostril. "M-m-m-Mei!" he stammered.

Hatsume sighed in frustration. "Seriously? Why didn't anyone tell me you were here?" She grumbled and fought with her robe tie, at least covering herself, if not making herself decent for company. "And why did Izuku summon the condom drone? Was he showing off?"

Iida still refused to turn his head, though he had wiped the blood off of his face. "N-n-no! That was me. I was trying to think of a word, and did it unintentionally."

Hatsume rounded on her boyfriend. "And you didn't stop him?"

Izuku couldn't answer, because he had fainted dead away.

Hatsume sighed, putting a hand on her forehead as if she was staving off a migraine. "Just let me put some pants on, and I'll be right out."

"So you see, Your Honor, this will be good for my client. She'll be able to prove to the court that she's not a villain, not a menace to society, and deserves to be let off of her ankle bracelet."

Sitting once again in the courtroom audience Midoriya smiled as the lawyer provided by the Ingenium agency did his job, and did it well. He was very thankful to Iida for loaning him out, even offering to pay the man's fee. He made a mental note to send a fruit basket to the Ingenium agency. A big one.

Hatsume hadn't been overly enthusiastic about accepting the help– she could defend herself thank you very much– but the prize at the end of it was too important to miss out on. So she'd agreed to the lawyer, dressed in her "meeting the CEO" outfit again, and sat quietly in her chair in the courtroom, her arms folded across her chest.

"Your honor, since Hatsume-san has been restricted to her home, acts of villainy in her district have decreased by fifteen percent," replied the prosecutor. He seemed to have it out for the inventor, as he was absolutely against the whole idea of one day's parole. You'd think the robot stepped on his house or something…

Wait, where did the prosecutor live?

Hatsume stood to protest, only to feel a heavy hand on her shoulder forcing her back into her seat. She looked back along the arm to find it was attached to Midoriya, who was shaking his head gravely, then looked pointedly at the lawyer. That was what he was here for.

Said lawyer proved his worth. "I noticed that statistic myself," he replied. "It's not because Hatsume-san is no longer doing her work, it's because Midoriya-san here is around his home more often since he has a regular working schedule as a teacher, and he stops random thieves from time to time while on his commute. You forget that this whole ordeal was my client's first offense."

The prosecutor looked like he was about to try a different tact, but the judge held up a hand, silencing him. "According to your own records, Ms. Hatsume has not left her boundaries at all since we put on her anklet last March. Is that true?"

The D.A. sighed. "Yes, your honor."

"And she has not built any new tech in all of that time?"

"No, your honor."

The judge turned to the defense. "And the reason for going to U.A. is at the invitation of your former teacher?"

"Yes, your honor!" Mei fielded that one herself, eager to contribute.

The judge nodded in satisfaction. "Then I see no reason why she should not be able to go. I grant you a twenty-four-hour reprieve on the day of the festival next month. You will be allowed to travel to the school for the event, and spend the day on the school grounds. Once the day is over, you are expected to be back inside your previous boundaries. Is that clear?"

Hatsume nodded eagerly. She fought to keep her face neutral, but it was a losing battle.

The judge noticed and gave her a small smile of his own. "Good. Then we're done here." He banged the gavel.

————————JULY————————

Midoriya entered his home at the end of a long day, putting his keys in the bowl next to the door, and removing his shoes. He looked around the apartment but saw no sign of his girlfriend. The place looked as tidy as it had when he left that morning, there were no loud sounds of explosions, or weird smells coming from the other rooms. In fact—he gave the air a sniff— something delicious was cooking.

"Mei?" he called.

"I'm in here!" she replied from the back of the apartment. "In the office!"

Midoriya walked back to the second bedroom that they kept as an office, and found Hatsume sitting at her computer desk, clicking madly on her mouse. He came up behind her and cringed when he saw what she was working on. "Ah. I see you're gaming again…"

Hatsume craned her neck, looking up and back over at him. "No! Well, yes, but not really!" She spun around in her chair to face him. "It's Quarrybuild!"

Midoriya looked over her shoulder at the screen. Her character was holding a pixelated pickaxe and was standing in front of a brick wall. "Uh huh," he said. "Looks like a game to me."

Hatsume spun back around to face the screen again. "Yes, it is a game, but I'm in creative mode. Building only. It's more like a huge set of blocks than a game."

Midoriya blinked in surprise. "Oh! Well, that's a good outlet for building I suppose."

Hatsume nodded enthusiastically. "Uh huh! And I've even made sure to not let it get too much of a grip on my attention. I bathed today, did laundry, and dinner is simmering on the stove. I even have an alarm set here to remind me to go check on it so it doesn't burn."

Midoriya pulled up his own chair and sat next to her. "That's great Mei! I'm happy for you. I wish we'd have thought of this before."

Hatsume turned her seat to face him, a huge smile on her face and kissed him happily. "I know! It was a friend who recommended it. I'd never even heard of it before."

Midoriya looked at the timer. "Looks like five minutes until your alarm goes off. Why don't I go check on dinner while you find a stopping point. I'll call you when it's ready."

Hatsume gave him a big smile and a thumbs-up, before turning back to her work.

Midoriya chuckled to himself as he walked down the hallway. Well, maybe this one wouldn't be so bad.

True to her word, Hatsume made sure that her new game didn't take over her life like her last one did. Dinner was always made or at least cooking by the time Midoriya got home in the evening. She bathed regularly. She kept the home clean and the laundry stocked. Everything was going well.

Until it didn't.

"Ugh! I'm so bored!"

Midoriya had just come in from work to hear the complaint echo through their apartment. Grimacing, he followed the sound back into the office space to find her sitting at her desk, her head down on the desk, buried in her arms. The sheer melancholy of her existence radiated off of her so strongly, he was sure that if he had his hero suit on the radiation alarm built into his mask would be buzzing insistently at him.

He put a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Without lifting her head, Hatsume gestured at the computer screen. "It's done. And so am I. I've been sitting here since lunch staring at the screen, unable to do anything else. I just can't anymore."

Midoriya looked over her shoulder, and blinked in astonishment as his alma mater was displayed on the screen. "Wow, You made U.A.? It's incredible! It looks practically real, except for the pixelly bits of course."

Hatsume sighed, her voice muffled by her arms. "It's a one to one scale model. You can use the keyboard and mouse controls to go inside the main school, any of the dorm buildings, and the training fields on campus."

"Holy shit…" Midoriya mumbled under his breath. His hands flew across the keyboard, making the avatar go into the main building, and follow the same route he used to take daily as a student, first to the shoe lockers, then up the stairs to his classroom. "This is amazing, Mei! How did you do it?"

Hatsume finally looked up, a little smug smile on her face. It was always nice to be complimented on your hard work. "Well, you know me and my observation skills." She blinked her golden, enhanced eyes at him for effect. "I'm pretty good at 'eyeballing' measurements if you catch my drift. Plus I usually remember a place pretty well if I've been inside.

Midoriya looked at her in surprise. "Photographic memory?"

She shrugged. "Not that I've ever been tested for it or anything, but something like that."

"Huh." He kept moving the avatar around the screen, going down the hall to the teachers' lounge. There he found a perfect representation inside as well. "Hey, I didn't know you were a class president."

"No, I wasn't."

"Vice president?"

Hatsume shook her head. "Nope, I was too wrapped up in working on babies to have any extra time for that kind of thing. Never even put my name forward. Why do you ask?"

Midoriya gestured to the screen. "Then how did you get the teachers' lounge done correctly?"

Hatsume blinked at the screen, then put a hand behind her head, grinning widely. "Oh that! Well, I went in with Tenya a couple of times when we were dating."

Midoriya was still confused. "I saw Aizawa tear a kid a new one for bringing his boyfriend with him into the lounge the other day. How did you manage to get in?"

Hatsume's grin turned manic, and she started to laugh nervously. "Well… There were no teachers inside at the time. It was after curfew after all. Heh heh heh…"

"Why would you go to the lounge…" his jaw dropped and his eyes bulged as he got it. He turned to his girlfriend. "No fucking way."

"Well, there was a little bit of that."

"With Tenya?"

"It certainly wasn't with that robot I built in second year."

Midoriya wiped his face. He knew better than to ask his girlfriend about her ex— she never asked him about Uraraka or Jiro either— but his curiosity got the better of him. "How the hell did you convince Tenya to break like eight different rules and have sex in the teachers' lounge?"

"On Aizawa's desk," she supplied helpfully.

"ON AIZAWA'S… HOW?"

"Well, it's just the right height so that if I sit on it…"

"NO!" Midoriya clamped his hands over her mouth. "I don't want to know the mechanics of the act. I just want to know how Iida Tenya, the guy who's more of a goody goody than me, who never broke another rule after first year, ended up in the teachers' lounge naked with a girl after curfew."

Hatsume shrugged. "It was his idea."

Midoriya banged his head on the desk.

Hatsume shrugged. "Well, we'd done it so many times in the Development Studio that when he made the suggestion I figured I owed him one." Her smile turned into a leer. "I didn't know it would be so hot."

Midoriya groaned, and covered his ears. "I don't need to know this. I don't want to know this…"

"You shouldn't have asked then, Honey." She chuckled to herself. "Maybe I can make up for it though?"

Midoriya peeked between his fingers. "What do you mean?"

Hatsume's grin turned sultry. "Weeeeeell, We are going to campus next week for the cultural festival.

Midoriya's hands dropped. "Yeah?"

"Why don't we sneak away from the crowds once my talks are done, and I can show you what you missed out on when we were in school?"

Midoriya's jaw dropped. He worked it, trying to find the words to respond, but none came.

Hatsume stood from her chair and turned to sit on the desk. "Come on! Didn't you ever get naughty in places you shouldn't have been in? That earphone jack girl seemed like she was really kinky. And you can't tell me Gravity Girl was as innocent as she tried to seem. The quiet ones are always the dirtiest. I bet she wanted to do it in the classroom."

"That was only one time," Midoriya muttered under his breath. He winced when Hatsume's leer widened.

She reached over, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug, while she remained seated on the desk. Her legs lightly wrapped around his thighs, and she pushed her pelvis up to the edge of the desk, pressing his against hers. "See? Just the right height."

His own arms wrapped around her in a loose hug. "Well then, why don't we just do it on this desk?"

Hatsume looked pensive, a finger on her chin. "We could. But you'd have to wear a condom. It's not a safe day." She pulled him in for a kiss, slow and full of passion. When they broke apart, she maneuvered her mouth to his ear. "But if we do it on my old desk in the Development Studio next week," she whispered, "I'll let you cum inside me."

Midoriya's eyes bulged out, and he felt his pants get uncomfortably tight. While their sex life was healthy and active, they relied on condoms for birth control. Bareback sex was something of a rare treat, usually reserved for special occasions.

Hatsume giggled as she noticed his reaction, and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, pressing their crotches together. She leaned back, looking at him while biting her lip, an eyebrow cocked in question.

Midoriya blew out a sigh. "This is a bad idea," he muttered, before kissing his girlfriend with fiery urgency. One hand left her back to snap his fingers in the air three times to summon the condom drone, lest he took his prize a week early.

"This was a bad bad bad idea," grunted Midoriya.

Hatsume released his dick from her mouth with a pop and gave the hardening shaft a stroke. "Yeah? This guy doesn't think so."

It was dark in the Development Studio. Hatsume's talks were long finished, and the cultural festival had ended at sundown. The couple had wandered the grounds of the school for a while, trying to wait out the crowds so they could get some privacy. There had been a little anxiety when All Might had stopped them for a conversation at one point, but he'd let them go quickly, and Hatsume had dragged her boyfriend into the studio before anyone else could discover them.

"He doesn't speak for me," he hissed. "We are gonna get caught!"

Hatsume gave his cock a lick from root to tip, maintaining eye contact the whole time, which caused him to shudder in pleasure. "Dunno why you got your panties in a twist about it. You just stuck your dick out through your fly. I have my tits out."

Point of fact, Hatsume had donned her uniform when she entered school grounds. Not the grey and green uniform the students wore to class, she only ever wore that thing when doing presentations and on special occasions with her boyfriend. All in all, she probably only wore it about a dozen or so times in the three years she attended U.A.

What she considered her uniform as her work overalls, unzipped and tied around her waist, and a black tank top. Fingerless gloves and her special goggles completed the outfit. Except that the tank top was on the floor over there, instead of covering her torso.

After they started dating, Midoriya admitted once that he found this outfit very attractive, and he'd used the memory of her laying on top of him after being blown through the doors as spank bank material for the rest of first year. Hatsume made sure to order ten more outfits just like it that day, and it came out in the bedroom almost as often as it did the workshop.

"You're not employed here!" He hissed as she bobbed her head on his cock once more. "Maijima-sensei has been really good to me since I've been working at U.A. and this kinda feels like pissing on his grave or something."

Hatsume rolled her eyes, before hollowing her cheeks, and giving him one last hard suck. She smiled in satisfaction as she found he was finally fully hard. Lovingly, she kissed the tip of his dick, before standing from her knees. "It wouldn't be the first time he caught me getting my row hoed in here. It will be ok!" She grabbed Midoriya's shirt before he could faint away at that revelation. "Look, the faster you fuck me, the faster we'll be done, and the smaller the chance we get caught, right?"

Midoriya nodded, though he still looked a little woozy.

"Good!" She kicked off her boots, shimmied out of her pants, then sat up on the hard, stone edge of the workbench. She spread her legs wide, and used her fingers to spread her labia. "Then hurry up and stick your dick in me!

Midoriya blew out a long breath as he studied his girlfriend, spread out on the table for him like a banquet wearing nothing but her headgear and fingerless gloves. Damn. She was right. This was insanely sexy. Despite the fact that his cock was ready to go sticking out of his fly, he tugged at his belt. "No point in me staying dressed if you're going to be naked," he reasoned. Hatsume just smiled widely at him, and started to gently rub her clit as she watched him strip.

Finally, as naked as she was, Midoriya stepped up to the workbench. Hatsume's legs gently encircled his waist as he grabbed his cock, and slowly dragged the head up and down her slit, coating it in her juices. They both shuddered at the sensation of bare, warm, skin on skin. Both of them had their eyes locked on his cock as it moved. Time seemed to slow as he concentrated on keeping from blowing too early, before he even pushed in.

Then Hatsume shifted on the bench, and her pussy seemed to swallow his head. It slid in so easily that it took them both by surprise, and they gasped in unison. They looked up at each other, and chuckling a little at the simultaneous reaction. Hatsume wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled on his ass with her legs, pulling him into her.

Midoriya gasped as he sank to the hilt inside of her. Fuck that felt different without the condom. He felt like he might blow in two seconds, leaving Hatsume rather unsatisfied. Well he couldn't have that.

Slowly, Midoriya started to piston in and out of her. One hand reached down and found her clit, rubbing in firm circles with his thumb. Hatsume let out a low moan as he worked her with his dick and his fingers, biting her lower lip to try to keep from making too much noise.

After a little while, it was time to turn up the heat. He leaned in next to her ear, and took the lobe into his mouth. "Virginia Smash," he whispered, as he clenched his butt, and activated the smallest amount of his quirk possible. Hatsume gasped before grinning in anticipation; she always loved when he used his quirk. Green lightning raced across his body, and danced through their connection, sizzling her nerves.

Hatsume had to slap a hand on her mouth to stifle her moans before they escaped into the air, and led to their discovery. The combination of Midoriya's thrusts coming harder and faster with the buzzing of his quirk set her right on the edge of a massive wave that was mere centimeters from crashing. She barely got herself under control enough to move her hand away from her mouth, before she turned to whisper into his own ear. "Cum in me! I want it in me!"

Midoriya's rhythm stuttered a bit as her words registered, and a rushing sensation went through his head. If he had the stamina to go for a few minutes before, that was right out the window now, and he was dangling on the precipice. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Hatsume desperately replied.

That was all the approval he needed. With one last push as deep as he could go, Midoriya let go of his control and released himself within her.

Hatsume gasped as the first pulse of his cock announced that he was cumming in her, and crashed into her own orgasm. Her legs squeezed hard around his hips, desperately tried to pull more of him inside of her. The feeling of being filled, a novel feeling she didn't get to experience often, added to the weight of her orgasm, and left her feeling more satisfied than usual.

Finally through with his own orgasm, Midoriya straightened, but was dragged back down by Hatsume's arms grabbing his neck, her legs clutching tightly around his waist. "More," she murmured into his ear, before giving it a lick.

Midoriya chuckled, laying a kiss on her neck. "I need to recharge first, you know.

Hatsume sighed, releasing him from her double grasp, and allowing him to stand. She gasped when he withdrew fully, a torrent of his cum spilling from inside her pussy, down her ass, and onto the table. She shuddered as the sensation raced across her already over sensitive nerves. She lay back on the hard surface of the table, moaning softly in pleasure as the cold surface cooled her hot and sweaty body.

Midoriya stared at his girlfriend as she lay there catching her breath. He didn't think he'd ever seen a sexier sight. Her skin glowed and shined in the dim light. Her hair was splayed around her head like a halo. Her chest, always enticing, moved as she breathed deeply. And the results of their lovemaking spilled from between her legs.

Man, he hated his refractory period…

Hatsume noticed he was staring, and smiled saucily at him. "Well? Didn't I tell you this would be hot?"

Midoriya chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, you were right." He rummaged in his clothing until he found a packet of tissues, pulled one out for himself, and offered her the packet. "We should get cleaned up and get out of here."

Hatsume took the proffered package, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, Maijima usually does a security check before going back to the dorms. We'll have to move on to a different location."

Midoriya paused, one leg lifted to step into his underwear. "What do you mean by that?"

The saucy smile returned. She paused in her cleanup to spread her legs for him again. "If we've only got until midnight to be out of the apartment, then I want to use every second. We'll go to the teachers' lounge next." She waved a hand at him. "Don't worry, we won't do it on Aizawa's desk if you're afraid he'll find out. Yours will do just fine. But you're going to have to fill me up at least four more times before I'm satisfied."

Midoriya felt his exhausted cock stir. That refractory period was going to be put to the test tonight. He stepped into his underwear, and stood straight. "OK, let's go." He helped her down from the table, and they quickly dressed before dashing to their next location

Author's Notes: Sorry this one took so long! I had some other fics that needed to get out of my brain. We're back on the IzuMei train now!

One chapter to go, and it's gonna be a doozy. Chapter 4 is the part I've been wanting to write for a long time. I even commissioned a picture for it, which you'll get to see when it's posted!