Disclaimer: Of course I don't own My Hero Academia, its characters, or the franchise.
Story: Enji was fascinated with Izuku. She was curious and a bit enamored. The two of them are a mess together and apart, and everyone gets drawn into the line of fire.
Set as an AU canon divergent genderbending fic.
Spoilers: Most definitely for all seasons, even if this is an alternate take.
Warnings: Age disparity, cursing and violence for now…hm, just in case since I'm usually writing it, bit of crazy humor, perverted humor, morbid or sarcastic humor, and sexual situations…
Pairings: Fem!Izuku/Endeavor, side-Dekubowl (because my regulars know my habitual obsession with the protag/one-sided (or not) others XD), Hawks/Fuyumi, etc…

A/n: Full uncensored version on my Ao3 account~

Don't Want to Touch You (But You're Under My Skin)
Chapter Two: Can't Walk Away (You're an Addict)

That look made him dive forward, capturing her lips in an intense kiss where everything was heady and nothing was enough.

"You're so fucking tight," he moaned, shifting his hips and carefully moving in and out of her to lessen the pain.

She arched upwards, her long legs wrapping around his waist, though they were jostled by every thrust. He listened to every gasp, every moan, every sound she made with intense pleasure, wanting to memorize all of it. He felt himself slip past her cervix and she cried out, causing him to go still despite just being close to fully being inside of her.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, frozen still and watching her closely.

Izuku was breathing hard, trembling in his arms. He knew that this could be painful, especially since he wasn't a small guy. At all. And she was so small compared to him…

Enji moved carefully, laying her flat on her back while keeping himself inside of her. He put his hands on either side of her head, bracing himself and keeping his weight on his hands and knees. At that moment, he looked into her eyes. He found himself smiling for her and the surprised look from her was well deserved.

But he loved the way it made her breath skip.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked her quietly, brushing strands of hair away from her face.

"No," she said immediately, growing flustered. "I-I want you to keep going!" She moved a bit, ending up wincing.

He squeezed her hip. "It's going to hurt for a bit," he told her apologetically. "You and I both know we're both…completely different in size."

"Especially your…" she muttered, glancing down embarrassedly at him.

He felt both proud and regret. Of course he'd be proud to have a big cock. Most guys would. But he also, for the first time, felt regret that he did, if only because it would've been a little easier on her if he didn't.

"You're so tiny," he sighed to himself, looking her over. God, compared to him, she was such a small thing. He practically dwarfed her. And the fact was, it really got to him that she was, that the two of them were so different in size. He'd never felt like that before and it made him feel strange and caught off guard to suddenly have this kind of kink.

She locked her legs around him and he could see her visibly swallow, before looking up at him with determined eyes.

"I can adjust," she said firmly. "I'm not delicate. I can handle you."

She was goddamn feisty. He loved it, even more as she stared at him with that familiar defiance.

But handle him though…

"You can handle me, huh?" he repeated after, letting a bit of a taunting tone enter his voice as he chuckled darkly, taking her locked legs and prying them off of him, choosing to spread them wide before him. Though he wanted to, he had to refrain from just picking her up and driving into her. If he was going to try to be fully in her, then the two of them would have to work it slowly and get her body used to his girth.

"Don't stop," she muttered, looking concentrated as she held tight onto him, wincing every few seconds. Izuku looked thoroughly debauched, which only heightened his arousal.

"You look so fucking beautiful," he groaned into her neck, listening to her quickened breaths and sighs.

"I-I'm so close!" she gasped out, hands scrambling for a hold on him. "So, so close, Enji! Oh God, I'm going to cum!"

After, he kissed all along her neck and jaw, lazily moving his hips as he continued to lightly thrust into her. When he was all spent and tiredly enjoying her clutching onto him, he nuzzled her chest before laying his head on her breasts and relaxing a bit, shifting a bit to his side so that his weight wasn't all on her.

For a few more moments, they just quietly relaxed there, exhausted out after having sex one time after the other. They'd been pretty vigorous at it too, Enji thought. He hadn't really consciously thought of doing this (though he was pretty sure his fucking mind had been messed up enough to be subconsciously wishing for it), so for them to be there right now as they were —

Shit. He hadn't been prepared for this, not when he hadn't had a condom anywhere on him or thought of using one. And he'd not only fucked her raw, but he'd fully cum inside of her twice, practically gushing into her. That wasn't even counting how the second time, he'd practically been fucking her womb and cumming inside there —

He immediately pulled out of her then, jerking up in a panic and drawing her tired attention. She blinked blearily at him, beautiful and spent and just prettily ruined

"Fuck, I messed up," he told her.

For a lot of things, really. He'd come onto her, a girl his youngest son's age. He'd slept with her and —remembering the barrier he'd broken through earlier —had taken her first time. Shit, he was an asshole. What kind of man goes and takes a teenage girl's virginity in a fucking love hotel? Idiot boys and sleazy bastards, that's who. He could've done better than this.

And now, to make matters worse, he hadn't been careful with her at all. He didn't think to use protection, so entranced with her and egged on by the idea of getting to be with her. And when they were finally together, he'd been too in the moment to think clearly about anything.

She could get pregnant. He'd be ruining her Hero career before it even started. He'd be ruining his career. So, so many things could be going wrong, but fuck, the way her eyes were hooded and watching him curiously, and just the way she'd licked her lips right now to moisten them made him just want to forget everything and touch her again.

"I need…I need to go get you something," he said quickly, trying to focus. "You're…I didn't use a condom and I came inside you. I have to…I have to go to the store and —"

"I'm on the pill," she told him calmly, even with her cheeks turning red. She licked her lips again. "I've been on it even before going to UA."

He blinked at her in surprise. "Oh," he said, feeling speechless after having gone through that jumbled thought process and then being handed this answer. "What for?" he found himself curious. After all, why would she be on birth control so early on?

"I have a really irregular, painful period," she admitted in embarrassment. "My doctor prescribed it to me to help with it. So yeah…"

It made him feel slightly better about things, though he did have a bit of a discomfort listening to her talk about her menstrual cycle. While not a hundred percent sure she'll be okay, he really enjoyed how he'd been able to cuddle up to her, the way his head moved up and down rhythmically as he'd laid it on her chest, and the feel of her soft body against his…

He thought about it for a second longer and then began to lower himself back on top of her, contently laying with her back on the bed. He felt her fingers reach up to the nape of his neck, feeling her play with his hair there, and closed his eyes in contentment.

"Should…should we leave soon?" he heard her whisper. "I don't know how long you paid for the room, but we've been here a while."

"It's okay," he muttered, feeling sleep call to him. "I paid overnight." Her fingers stilled against his neck, making him frown. "Do you want to leave?" He sat up slightly.

She looked surprised and fidgeted a bit. "I don't mind staying here," her voice was soft, maybe just a bit unsure.

Enji let himself smile at her, remembering the way she'd liked it and had reacted to it. Pleased to see her blushing, he leaned toward her and kissed her lightly.

"Stay," he told her. "Stay," he repeated.

She still looked unsure, but she wasn't moving off of the bed and he felt determination suddenly fill him. He went to kiss her again, this time more thoroughly. When he pulled back, he looked her straight in those green eyes that had held him captive.

"Please?" he murmured against her lips.

Her eyes widened and she bit down on those reddened lips, but she nodded shyly. When he was able to lay back down on her and she'd resumed playing with his hair, he let out a pleased hum and closed his eyes again. It was easy to fall asleep to this and so he let himself.


When Izuku awoke, she was confused for a moment. Opening her eyes saw to the fact that she didn't recognize where she was, before reality slammed into her as she saw her disheveled and naked state. She remembered then and it made her a hot mess to remember it all. Both embarrassment and a strange ache in between her legs warred for attention, and she buried her face into her hands.

Really? What had she been thinking?

Looking around, she realized the bed had gone cold and that she was all alone in the bed, much less the room. Everything was still and quiet to her chagrin, and she realized he must've left while she'd been asleep. She dismally noted the bowl of water and a rag to the side, and bitterly thought that he at least had the decency to clean her up.

An actual shower would feel nice though.

Getting up, she winced and found herself stumbling off of the bed. Her legs were wobbly and there was a persistent soreness all over her body. In between her legs, the ache grew even more noticeable and she wondered how she would be able to walk like this. She hoped it wouldn't be obvious and she doubly hoped that no one would figure out what had happened.

Once she'd made it to the bathroom and had turned on the shower to a warm, comfortable temperature, she stood under the water and closed off her mind. She really didn't want to think right then.

Making quick use of the water and the offered essentials, she stepped out and began to dry off, wrapping the towel around herself and letting her wet hair hang around her to air dry. Stepping out of the bathroom to find and gather up her clothes, she stopped short to find the Number Two Hero there and placing down paper bags onto the bed. Hearing her though, he turned around and they exchanged awkward looks.

"You're awake," he spoke first and again, without his flames, she was struck by how handsome he was without his fire obscuring his face. His glasses slipped down his nose and she inwardly wondered if he actually needed them or if they were purely for disguise.

"Yeah," she answered, feeling unbalanced. "I, um, thought I'd take a shower to freshen up."

Enji nodded before gesturing to the food, taking off his glasses and putting them away. "I thought you'd be hungry, so I stepped out to grab something."

Oh. So he'd gone out for food.

"Did you think I'd left?" he asked, voice oddly gentle.

It wasn't like him or what the public knew of him, or even to what Shoto had hinted to her about him. Todoroki Enji wasn't a sociable man and was more known for his gruffness and cool demeanor, despite his hot flames.

"I did," she said bluntly, not knowing what else to say and the feeling of being off kilter overtaking everything.

"That's fair," he mumbled. "But I didn't. I'd just…I'd just went out to grab something to eat and you were still asleep."

"Do we have any time left to eat here?" she asked, confusion starting to appear.

"I paid for a few extra hours," he said. "We have time."

He'd already spent a lot on this room, what with how long they'd been there.

Clutching the towel to her tighter, her eyes ran over the food, recognizing the fast food brand. "I thought you forfeit the room if you leave the hotel," she said idly, heading to the bed. Standing next to him, she could feel the heat of his body and it made her body tingle.

"You were still here," he explained. "So technically it was still in use and I was able to leave for a moment."

That made sense. Izuku was starting to feel less upset about his seeming morning abandonment, though the awkwardness was lingering. She'd still slept with this man, who was not only older than her by far, but was also the father of a classmate.

She nearly jumped when she felt his hands suddenly on her waist. Turning to him, she waited while holding her breath. He took her towel and pulled it from her, her fingers going lax and letting it fall from her grip. He stepped closer to her and brought her into an embrace.

"You can tell me to move," he said and Izuku thought about it, even as she leaned into him. She had never been held so intimately by someone, nor had she ever felt this way before. It was strange and disconcerting, but also surprising in a wondrous way.

"I hope there's fries," she mumbled against him.

She could feel the rumbling of his laugh coming from deep in his chest. "Of course. I like their fries."

She felt her lips tug into a smile, but she hid it and moved away from him to sit on the bed, scrambling around in the bags. She picked one of the breakfast sandwiches, well aware that she was completely bare and that his eyes would linger on her every once and a while as they ate. She wanted to do the same, but she wasn't nearly as bold as him (or had been yesterday and last night).

She'd just finished off her last bite when she was startled by him asking her a question.

"Are you good friends with my son?"

Izuku was caught off guard and wondered how to answer that question. "I…get along with him. I didn't really have an issue with Shoto-kun actually, not until the Sports Festival. He'd always been sort of distant with the class, but at the festival, he sort of declared himself my rival and that he had to beat me in order to…um, surpass you," she glanced at him, catching him furrowing his eyebrows. "Well, more like he told me…what happened…in the past. Between you, him, and…the rest of your family. And your wife."

Remembering his wife now made her feel horrible, because Izuku hadn't put a thought to her at all yesterday. How would she feel to know that her husband had slept with a young girl like Izuku? Oh my God, Izuku was a horrible, horrible person —

"You shouldn't feel bad," he said, as if he knew what she was thinking about. "If anyone should, I'm the one who cheated on her. And well, if you heard from Shoto what had happened, then you'd know that she'd been admitted to an In-Patient Mental Ward in a rehabilitation facility. We haven't seen or talked to each other in nearly ten years."

She tried to hold back her gasp. "That long?"

"After being the reason she was admitted there in the first place and my being furious with her for what she did to Shoto, we didn't really have a lot to talk about," Enji said flatly, jaw clenching as he crumpled up their trash together and tossed it to the side of the bed. He plopped onto his back on the bed, wearing an aggravated expression on his face.

Izuku could see why they wouldn't want to see each other then, but it's been years. "It's been a long time though," she insisted. "You couldn't have just left her there."

"I didn't."

The answer surprised her and she wondered if he was going to expand on it. Instead, he shifted closer to her and hooked his arms around her waist, pulling her back down onto the bed. She could feel him bury his face against her hair, breathing her in.

"You smell good," he murmured.

Though she turned red, she wasn't going to be distracted easily. "Why is she still there?"

"She insists on staying," he reluctantly answered, though she hadn't expected that. "She's afraid of breaking down again, so she's insisted on staying there all these years." He gave an aggravated sigh. "I check in on her, refuse to let the kids see her by her request, and ask the doctors about her progress. She's doing fine, a lot better than she was. She's just…not willing to leave."

Izuku was confused though. Why would his wife be so insistent on staying? Why couldn't she feel just as fine outside rehab?

Enji pulled away from her and lay on his back, crossing his arms on his stomach. His aggravated expression looked more resigned. "Though the incident with her was broadcast on a low key report," which was unavoidable, she knew, given his status as Number Two, "a lot of the details was kept quiet. Like how she was —is —a Bipolar Schizophrenic."

Izuku did gasp aloud this time, though she covered her mouth after. She was probably too young to have recalled that incident with his wife being admitted, but she wasn't too young now to understand that diagnosis.

He looked over at her. "I wasn't equipped to handle that and she didn't have a proper diagnosis when we married. We didn't even marry for a proper reason. I threw money at her family to get an arranged marriage with her because of her Quirk."

Right. Quirk Marriages. She'd known about them, even before Shoto had told her about his parents, but now it was coming in a little more starkly.

"It went a little too easily," bitterness leaked into his voice. "Of course they'd want to get rid of an unstable daughter."

"Don't talk about your wife like that," Izuku found herself saying abruptly in a sharp tone.

He gave her a look, mouth set in a scowl as he sat up. "I was played."

"You're the one who wanted to marry because of a Quirk!"

For a moment, the two of them stared irritably at each other, Izuku having sat up as well to face him. Maybe Izuku understood a little about his anger at being 'played', but that was his wife regardless and he was the one who'd made the choice to marry because of a stupid Quirk Marriage.

"You're the one who'd made the choices you did, so you reap what you sow," she snapped out. "Don't be a coward and face the consequences!"

His eyes flashed and he straightened up, and for a moment, she caught sight of his hand raising and she flinched back. But he only ran it through his hair in frustration, only to freeze when he saw her flinch.

"Did you…did you think I was going to hit you?" he asked, just a bit horrified.

She bit her lip and looked away from him. After hearing Shoto out and what had happened to his mother, yeah, she might've reacted with that and expected him to lash out after the way she kept pushing and insulting him.

He took a deep breath. "I won't…I wouldn't…After Rei…" He looked extremely troubled, so she kept silent. "That was the first and only time I'd ever hit a woman that wasn't a villain. After it had happened and I'd calmed down, I went to her and apologized and swore it would never happen again."

Izuku didn't know if she was suicidal or not, but…"But it happened. Once is one time too many, you know. You have a temper. Who's to say you can't control yourself again?" He drew in a sharp breath, but Izuku wanted to push more. She didn't know what was coming over her, but at this moment, it clicked to her on how much power she seemed to have over him, and she wanted to use it as much as she can. So if she could push him to just that point where he…"What about Shoto? You pushed him around all his childhood."

"I didn't push him around!" Enji shouted. "I was training him!"

"Some training," she huffed, glaring him down. "He told me he wanted to reach the top without using your flames, to take all that away from you. You 'trained' him to the point where he resents and hates you. Is that really what you wanted?"

"No!"

The answer took her aback, more so as she watched him bury his face into his hands. He took a shaky breath before looking her in the face, and she was shocked to see just a hint of tears.

"I fucked my life, okay? I know that. I pushed my oldest kids away because I didn't see potential in them, and now they're too far out of my reach. My daughter is a goddamn saint because after everything, she sticks around and still has a beautiful personality. I know Shoto hates me and would rather see me dead, but at least he's reaching for the top and is probably going to be a much better fucking Hero than I am in the future. And Rei? Shit, I had no idea how to handle her or what to do with one of her episodes, but I know me and my shitty attitude just exacerbated her condition. I don't know what to do. It's just too damn late to make up for anything."

"That's stupid," she found herself blurting out, breaking him out of his rant. "It's not too late. Don't be a coward," she repeated.

"Then what should I do?" he mumbled, shoulders slumping.

"An apology is a good start," she said softly and to make up for earlier, she scooted over to him and hugged him tightly.

His forehead fell onto her shoulder while his arms wrapped back around her. They stayed like that for a few minutes and she was so comfortable that she was falling asleep.

His hands started wandering though, and when they reached her ribs, she let out a giggle. "That…that tickles," she lightly pushed at him.

"Sorry," he muttered, not sounding sorry at all.

Izuku hummed, falling back onto the bed and tugging him after her. He avoided falling completely, to not crush her, and she sort of cuddled into him.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres," she found herself quoting as she stared up at the ceiling.

"What's that?" Enji asked, bringing her back to the present. She saw him looking at her curiously.

"Oh. Just…something my mother used to quote to me, something she'd read. I don't know. It just…popped into my head all of a sudden right now."

He looked thoughtful. "…I see."

She shook her head. "Never mind," she said and leaned into him. "How long do we have left here?"

"An hour maybe?"

It had been an afternoon, a night, and a morning. As far as 'one-night stands' go, she wasn't going to forget this. Especially since it had been her first time and who it was with…

Izuku looked up at him shyly. "Um…can I…can I kiss you for the rest of the time?"

He blinked down at her. "Of course."

And if outside that hotel once time had run out, he would press her up against one of the entrance's complex walls, then she would just give him a quirky smile in retaliation.

"Thank you for last night," he murmured, looking down at her with a look she couldn't decipher.

"Thank you for last night," she reciprocated breathlessly.

He kissed her one last time, slow and heady, until he finally pulled away. They stepped out into the street together and gave each other one last look, before they parted ways.


Enji missed her.

Goddamn, they'd only been separated for a few minutes, but he already missed her. He missed her once she was out of sight, he missed her when he let go of her, and he missed her when he stopped kissing her in their final moments together.

He wanted to redo the night over, just to have a little more time.

He didn't know what to do now. He could head home, head to his agency, anything to take his mind off the girl that was still gripping him within her spell. He thought one night with her would satisfy his strange and sudden urges, but instead it felt like it had become worse and he couldn't think straight. Part of him wanted to turn and run right back. But to do what? What was he going to say to her? He had no idea what he was going to say or do, even if he did go running right back to her.

His phone buzzed and when he looked at it, he stared blankly at the screen. It was almost as if the universe was telling him something. Seeing the weekly report on Rei come up through email brought back to mind the argument he'd just had.

Maybe it was time to have a serious talk with his wife finally.

Started 8/18/18 — Completed 9/3/18

A/n: Holy shit, I did not expect that response. For this pairing and with this guy? Yeah, I was expecting a lukewarm response, or less. Damn, guys. I'm blown away! I'm like really inspired and excited for this right now! Thanks so much, everyone, and I hope everyone really enjoyed this chapter. Please remember to leave a review!


Quick Points:

1. Confrontations: Please, these two are built for angst with or without each other XD While yeah, they're going to be confronted about their relationship, I'm just meaning that they're going to have no problems confronting each other. Enji's got a lot of history and baggage, and Izuku's got baggage herself and pretty reckless canon and not (not that Enji can't be). So they'll butt heads here and there~

2. Rei: I don't know, I kind of figure something's up. She's been in that mental ward for how long now, but she seems fine from the glimpses we get? Plus, Enji and Shoto are visiting her with no problems. I'm just kind of guessing that she's in some way wanting to stay there? I mean if you're mentally unstable and you know it and you know you did something harmful to someone you love, then I would imagine you'd want to stay somewhere where you can't repeat that and get help. The whole Bipolar Schizophrenic thing is definitely just a theory on my part –since she was saying the kids were all becoming like 'Enji', when Fuyumi is just the sweetest thing, Natsuo looks like he didn't out so bad, and well Shoto is obvious. Paranoia, hallucinations, etc. is part of being schizophrenic, and bipolar usually comes with schizophrenia and would probably push it enough to where she could actually breakdown and do what she did to Shoto. In any case, it's all just a theory and interesting writing plot for this story, if nothing else~

3. Also I freaking hated editing this chapter. I wish FFN would just give in and let there be full MA content, and make it damn easier on me.