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by Nexus Sannin

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12. Latino

A Fluffle Was Born

by orphan_account

"Did you hear me? Why are you crying?" She shouts, marching up to him angrily.

"Um, m-my friends found out I'm quirkless and they don't want to p-play with me anymore. Even Kacchan thinks I'm a useless Deku and he's my best friend!"

Izuku's ready for her eyes to turn cold, for her to stop caring and dismiss him as easily as they had.

"They don't sound like friends to me. They sound like a bunch of two bit hoes!" Or

Rumi and Izuku meet as kids and become best friends and then more become the greatest hero of all time

on hiatus*

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

as he journeys to

Two Bit Hoes

Izuku falls down onto the swing, tears blurring his eyes and the shape of Kacchan and their friends leaving him behind. They don't want to play with him anymore because he's too slow and quirkless.

The word is enough to release any tough front and his mouth opens in a wail as he starts to sob. At least he's alone on the playground so no one can make fun of him any further. He can't even go home or else he'll have to tell his mom what happened and he can't let her know Kacchan isn't his friend anymore!

"Hey, kid! Are you crying on a swing?! That's illegal!"

Izuku jumps at the voice, his small hands grabbing onto the chains so he doesn't fall off. He frowns, wondering if he's hearing things when a girl jumps down from the top of the swings, landing in a crouch with a fierce expression.

She's got long white hair, fluffy white bunny ears, warm brown skin and eyes as red as Kacchan's. Izuku has to make sure his mouth doesn't hang open even though the girl is the prettiest person he's ever seen. If she picks on him he doesn't know what he'll do.

"Did you hear me? Why are you crying?" She shouts, marching up to him angrily.

"Um, m-my friends found out I'm quirkless and they don't want to p-play with me anymore. Even Kacchan thinks I'm a useless Deku and he's my best friend!"

Izuku's ready for her eyes to turn cold, for her to stop caring and dismiss him as easily as they had. She obviously has a quirk herself after all. What could she possibly want with him now that she knows the truth?

"So you don't have a quirk and your friends ditched you?" She scoffs, "They don't sound like friends to me. They sound like a bunch of two bit hoes!"

Izuku sniffles, laughing nervously and wiping his nose. He can't believe she's still here, still talking to him. "What does two bit hoes mean?"

"I don't know, but my momma says it a lot when she talks about work." She slams her fist into her palm. "And I know it doesn't mean anything good. Like those boys. Who are they?! I wanna beat them up!"

"Please don't!"

"No, I will as preparation to becoming a hero! What's your name? I have to know who I'm saving." "Izuku Midoriya."

"I'm Rumi Usagyami."

"Us-ussga-uh..."

"Just call me Rumi and I'll call you Zuzu." She says, rolling her eyes and pulling him off the swing set with one hand. Izuku giggles when she angrily wipes the tears off his cheeks with her hands with a huff.

"No more crying, I saved you now! Show me where your friends went!"

Izuku gets her to promise not to hurt them, and being the young naive boy he is, believes her. He leads Rumi to the path he and his friends explored together everyday before any of their quirks developed, and as soon as they were in sight Rumi hopped ahead and beat them all up.

Izuku's panting and by the time he reaches them they're all moaning on the ground with Rumi roaring and thumping her feet above them.

"Zuzu! Tell me which one of these hoes is Kacchan, right now!"

He weakly points to the back of the ash blonde's head, currently caught blasting his way out of the bushes she threw him in. Rumi hums in thought just as Kacchan frees himself, turning to glare at her, palms sparking.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm Rumi, bitch! Soon to be the greatest hero of all time!"

"Impossible, that's my title!"

"Kacchan, no!" Izuku shouts, but his best friend charges ahead and Rumi jumps straight into the air, coming down hard on his back.

She pins him with her knees and grabbing a fistful of his hair, lifts his head off the ground.

"You're never gonna be a hero if you treat your friends like dirt, idiot. He might be quirkless, but so

are all the people you'll save. If you ever become a hero that is."

Rumi drops his face back into the dirt and stands up, dusting off her hands.

"Come on, Zuzu, we have better things to do than hang out with a bunch of loser bullies. Oh, and sorry I broke my promise, I had my fingers crossed."

Izuku forgives her immediately as she loops her arm in his and starts skipping down the path back to the playground, and she doesn't call him slow even when his legs tangle together.

The two have been inseparable ever since even with Rumi being two years older than Izuku, they find as much time as possible to hang out. For some reason unbeknownst to the boy himself, Rumi can't get enough of him, but he's never one to question a good thing.

Izuku's helping his mom with dinner, washing the vegetables since he's garunteed not to mess that up.

"Is Rumi senpai coming over today?" "Yeah, as soon as she gets out of school."

"Awesome, I won't be cooking too much then. That girl would eat us out of house and home if she wasn't so polite!"

Izuku laughs, looking down at his task so Inko won't see the vicious blush on his cheeks that comes whenever Rumi's involved. He guesses he's always had a crush on his best friend ever since that day she saved him, but he's never acted on it. There's never been a chance or a reason to because Rumi seems to think about everything but boys and dating. Plus, Izuku can't take the thought of ruining their friendship in anyway or having Rumi laugh in his face. It'd hurt worse than

losing Kacchan.

He works himself up into a nervous mess until his hands are too sweaty and he's dropping snap peas left and right.

"Izuku! Go get ready for Rumi and get those butterfingers out of my kitchen!" She laughs, slapping his shoulders.

"Sorry, Mom!" Izuku calls, already heading up the stairs to his room.

He honestly plans on taking a shower, washing his face and brushing his teeth again, but then he notices the tent in his pants and realizes he's not gonna make it two steps past the bed. Inko's busy making dinner anyway, and she'll tell him when Rumi gets here, it's fine.

Izuku takes a deep breath and unbuckles his belt, shoving his pants down before laying on his bed and taking himself in hand. He tries not to think about Rumi directly. To sit down and masturbate with her specifically in mind seems like a gross violation of privacy. However if the silhouette that comes to mind has long white hair, red eyes and bunny ears, well...maybe it's a coincident. Look, it's not his fault he hasn't met anyone prettier than Rumi!

Izuku closes his eyes, his feet hanging off the bed as he cups his balls with one hand and strokes himself with the other. He tries to be quick, maybe if he finishes fast enough he can still have time for a military shower. He bites his lip and rubs his thumb into the crown, spreading the precum there and easing the pumps of his hand. His toes start curling in his shoes, his balls drawing tight and Izuku's back arches as her name reaches his lips.

The blood's rushing too loud in his ears to hear the front door slam or the conversation downstairs. By the time he's aware of heavy stomping, someone taking the staircase two steps at a time, it's too late to stop.

"Ah, Rumi senpai!"

The door slams open, the knob banging against the wall and there the girl stands in his doorway as if he's summoned her.

Izuku's horrified. Rumi's bright smile that stretches across her face slowly falls away into confusion before she yells, "Be down in a second, Inko!"

She slams the door shut, and frowns at him curiously. Izuku scrambles to pull his pants up as Rumi creeps closer.

"What are you doing, Zuzu?"

"N-nothing! Nothing, I promise, Rumi senpai. Please, give me a moment to colle-"

"Don't lie to me! I gave you a chance to come clean and you blew it! Were you masturbating to me?" She shouts in a hushed voice, shaking her finger in his face. "Answer me!"

"Y-yes! I'm so sorry, Rumi senpai. I'll never do it again, I swear!"

"Are you in love with me? Or do you just sexualize me in your head like a perverted ass?"

"What?! No, I, of course I love you! You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen and I loved you the day you saved me all those years ago! You're so incredible you make it impossible not to love you, Rumi."

She smirks in a way Izuku's never seen before, and in the next moment his friend is crawling over him slowly. Rumi takes his hands and pulls them from his pants, pinning them above his head and licking her lips.

"Good. Because I love you too, Izuku Midoriya! I'm so happy you're a little perv. It means you can help me through my seasons." She smiles so happily the expression seems almost manic in the way Izuku can't help but find adorable, and she starts rubbing their noses together.

Izuku shivers, another wave of arousal coming over him at the simple eskimo kiss especially when Rumi's butt is in the air and he can see the fluffy white fur of her tail fluttering happily. He knows from childhood how sensitive it is, remembering very well the day he grabbed it on impulse and Rumi smacked him onto the carpet. He never touched her without express permission again. But surely now is different, right?

"So...Rumi senpai...are we, um, dating now? C-can I call you my g-girlfriend?"

Her red eyes fly open, "Do you want to call me that?"

"Yes, very much! It'd be a dream come true."

Rumi's face burns a glowing red and she puffs out her cheeks before burrowing her face into Izuku's gakuran and whining, "Izuuuuku! Stop saying such sweet things so easily!"

He laughs. "I'm just being honest, Rumi-chan. Will you be my girlfriend since you're in love with me too?"

Her teeth pinch him through his clothes, making him jump before she mumbles, "Yes, you idiot." Then her head pops up, her hair whipping him in the face.

Rumi scowls and stabs her finger into his chest, "But no more masturbating to me! Your dick belongs to me now, got it? I don't want you wasting any seed that's not spent on me. And if you really want to masturbate and I can't come over somehow you better call me."

"O-okay. Then is Rumi senpai's, uh, pussy mine too?"

She flushes again, "Y-yes, but not as strictly speaking because of the affects of my quirk. If I grow desperate and you can't show up fast enough I can't be held accountable."

"Okay, Rumi-chan. I understand. And since we belong to each other now, is it okay if I kiss you?" "Yes! Lay one on me, Zuzu!" She closes her eyes and puckers her lips, "Do your worst!"

Izuku giggles, his hands coming up to cup her round face before leaning up and pressing their lips together softly. It's not much, an innocent first kiss, but it's enough to make fireworks explode behind their eyes and their hearts warm in their chests. Rumi moans happily into Izuku's mouth and he gasps in surprise, unwittingly deepening their kiss as their mouths slot together.

Rumi's hands fist his gakuran before she pulls back with flushed cheeks. "I'm so happy I could flop, Izuku. But your Mom's done with the food and sent me to come get you. We can have more fun after dinner, 'kay?"

Izuku nods and swallows the lump in his throat. Rumi jumps to her feet and waits by the door, swinging her foot while he hurriedly cleans up and tugs his pants back on.

It's honestly the longest dinner Izuku has ever had, even though Rumi is perfect at playing cool and

Inko is none the wiser to the foot rubbing her son's leg under the table. "Inko, could I stay the night?"

"Of course, sweetie! You're always welcome here, just let your mom know."

"Sweet!" Rumi fist bumps and wiggles her eyebrows at Izuku while rubbing her foot across his thigh. His face burns red as he chokes on his mouthful. God, he's so freaking adorable, why?! She just wants to eat him up, devour him, tear him limb from limb.

Okay, so maybe she had crushed on the nerd for a few years, who cares? She finally got him. Not only that but the pervy bastard fell for her so hard she is his spank bank. Hilarious.

Rumi's ecstatic when dinner is finally over and she convinces Inko to go to bed so she and Izuku can clean off the table and wash the dishes. His face glows redder than a Christmas light as he cleans the table, keeping his eyes down. She sidles up to him at the sink, bumping him with her hip and making his shoulders reach his ears.

"You shouldn't ignore your girlfriend, Zuzu, it's rude."

"If I look at you I'll get excited or burst into tears, I don't know which."

"Tears, what? Why would you cry?"

"Oh, y'know, out of happiness and sheer disbelief. I've dreamed of calling you my girlfriend since we were kids so, uh, it's kind of crazy that you, um, like me too!"

Rumi hums, drying the dish he hands her when his hands stop and drop into the water. She has to hold her breath and wait for him to gather the courage for whatever he's about to say.

"Rumi senpai?" Izuku asks, turning to her.

Rumi faces him and smiles as soft as she can, hoping it doesn't come off as rabid as it usually does.

"Um, tonight, can we just hold each other? Like s-spoon and stuff? I don't want to do anything our first night as a couple. It would undermine everything I feel about you as if physical things are all I ever wanted. But... I just want to be with you. If that's okay?"

Rumi's ears are burning, everything is burning. It would've been less touching if Izuku had just said I love you, but he's such a damn sap. She brushes away any tears that might fall and nods.

"Y-yeah, Izuku, that's okay. God, why are you so sweet all the time? This is why I couldn't fall in love with a guy my own age because you make them all look like douchebags in comparison! It was hopeless from the start."

Izuku laughs and Rumi smiles as they finish up the dishes. As soon as he's done drying his hands Rumi snatches it and charges upstairs. She's so excited, not that she hasn't slept with Izuku before. They took naps together all the time as kids, but this is the first time they'll sleep as boyfriend and girlfriend! And that makes all the difference!

Rumi closes the door behind them, and honestly her excitement is contagious. Izuku smiles at her hopping, getting a good two feet of air easily.

"Can you give me a t-shirt to sleep in?"

"O-oh, sure!" He rushes to his dresser and finds a clean one, well worn and comfortable. He turns around to offer it and finds the air trapped in his lungs.

Rumi's completely naked, curves and muscles under beautiful brown skin. Izuku's struck dumb at the sight and wonders how she can look so developed so soon. She looks like a grown woman!

He forces himself to look at her feet and holds out the shirt, "R-rumi senpai, h-here." "Thanks, Zuzu!"

Izuku doesn't look up until she has it on, the hem falling to her mid thigh. Rumi bats her eyes at him, twisting her hands and for the first time it occurs to him that she might be nervous too! It makes his shoulders relax, the fact that they both care about each other so much they can overthink something that's worked all their lives. Izuku smiles gently and takes Rumi's hand to lead her to the bed.

He crawls in under the covers and scoots to the wall, holding up the comforter in invitation. And Rumi slides in after him, the bed dipping beneath her weight as she sidles up to him, fitting perfectly against his body. Izuku wraps his arms around her and Rumi nuzzles her nose into his shoulder, pressing kisses into his skin, and it's better than anything he could've ever dreamt.

Chapter Summary

Zuzu Zaddy

Cuddling was innocent but jumpstarts Rumi's breeding season, hopefully Izuku's not too scared to help

Rumi should've known what the morning would bring when she felt the queerness in her stomach last night, but she had written it off as butterflies and nothing more. Now her stomach is roiling and there's a mess of lust and yearning between her thighs.

She groans and her eyes fall onto a note stuck to the bedside table.

"I went shopping with Mom and she told me not to wake you. See you when we get back! I'll bring you a sweet for breakfast!" - Izuku Midoriya

Gah, he signed his full name. What a geek. Her geek who's out being a good boy with his mother! Well she would be needing him a little early, but there's no way in hell she's suffering through a premature breeding season in the Midoriya household.

Rumi throws the covers off and grabs her clothes, before rummaging through Izuku's drawers to find a spare pair of sweatpants she can borrow and potentially steal. She's out the door and halfway home when she whips out her phone and dials Izuku's number.

"Pick up pick up pick up, PICK UP!"

It stops on the third ring and all Rumi can hear is the muffled sounds of the street market before

Izuku comes on. "Hello?"

"Izuku! This is serious-" "Rumi senpai?"

"I need you to go to my house please, right now. I'm gonna need your help sooner than I thought. I guess you jumpstarted my mating season."

"Wait, your what?"

"I don't have time to explain this to you right now. But the bottom line is I need to have sex or suffer through terrible cramps."

"So are you in pain right now?"

"Yes, so please hurry!"

"Rumi senpai, I'm with my mom right now, how can I just leave? What do I tell her?" "I don't know and I don't care, anything but the truth that I need to fuck her son or die!"

"O-okay, do I need to get anything, like condoms or something? Do you want chocolate? I got you a cheese danish but I can get something else if that's not what you're in the mood for anymore."

Rumi pinches the bridge of her nose so it won't bleed at the thought of the sweetest boy in the world. But she doesn't need sweet, she needs a hard dick, dammit.

She swings her front door open and rushes to her bedroom.

"No, Zuzu, I have everything we need. I just need you. So get over here or I'll find someone el- no, I won't. I can't even lie like that, but get over here now!"

"Okay, Rumi senpai, I will! I'm on my way right now!"

"Thank you!"

Rumi hangs up the phone and Izuku shoves it back into his coat pocket. Oh God, well, he guesses the duties of being a boyfriend have found him a little earlier than expected. He's terrible at lying and Inko can always see right through him. His best bet is to get as close to the truth as possible.

Izuku finds his mom picking through a stand of apples and taps her on the shoulder. "Mom, it's an emergency. Rumi needs me."

"What? Why, what's wrong?"

"She misses me. Can I go over to her house and drop off the danish?"

She laughs and slaps him on the arm, "Oh my gosh, Izuku, don't scare me like that. Of course, I'll take the groceries home, just tell me when you'll be back."

"No problem, thanks, Mom!"

It takes Izuku all of ten minutes to walk to Rumi's home after deciding he's too antsy for the train. He's calling Rumi for the third time with no answer, so his heart's beating crazy fast and he doesn't even think to knock before he's throwing the front door open and racing to her bedroom.

"Rumi senpai? Rumi, are you okay? I'm here!"

There's nothing that could have prepared him for the sight waiting for him in his childhood friend's bedroom. Nothing.

Rumi's nude body's writhing on her bed, tangled in the sheets as her pained whines fill the air. And the smell. Izuku's never smelt anything like it, sweet and intoxicating like liquor his mom only lets him have one sip of and it makes his mouth water.

"R-rumi?" He mumbles, trapped in uncertainty at the doorway.

She rolls over, her red eyes glazed over but brightening when they fall on him. Her ears perk up and she throws her arms out towards him.

"Zuzu! You're here! Please take your clothes off already. I tried so hard to wait for you like a good girl. I didn't touch myself once!"

Izuku frowns, toeing his shoes off and shrugging out of his jacket. "What are you talking about, Rumi? You don't have to be a good girl for me, you can do whatever you want."

Rumi sits up and glares at him, crossing her arms petulantly. "I was doing a roleplay thing, Zuzu,

dang. How can you deserve to be called Zaddy when you bring up my rights?" Izuku sputters and falls to the floor as he gets caught in his pants.

"Izuku, oh my God! Are you okay?" Rumi lifts up his chin, her fingers soft as she checks for any injuries.

He swallows hard, the swelling of his dick uncomfortable against the carpet, "Y-you want to call me Zaddy?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind it, you big goof. But on second thought," Rumi stands up, giving him a glorious view of her thick, muscles thighs and round ass before she sits on the edge of her bed. "You have to earn that title. Prove to me you deserve to be called Zaddy, Zuzu."

He jumps up, eager to please and ready for instruction, "Anything, Rumi senpai, I'll do anything. I'm a virgin, as you know, but I'll try my best to please you! Just tell me what to do."

Rumi's red eyes burn as they look him up and down and Izuku swallows as blood rushes to blush his skin. She slowly uncrosses her legs, the intoxicating smell getting thicker in the air as Izuku notices the clear substance glistening on Rumi's skin for the first time.

"If you can make me cum with your mouth I'll let you be my Zaddy, how's that? Sound fair?" She teases.

Izuku nods doggedly, and almost falls again on his way to kneel in front of her. He braces his hands on her knees, his own cock throbbing between his legs as he looks at the leaking pussy in front of him. He's never seen one before, and of course Rumi's would be perfect. The lips are smooth and dark brown, a neat patch of white hair at the top.

Saliva fills his mouth even though Izuku has no idea what to do, he lets his instincts carry him away and lowers his head. He flattens his tongue and laps over the wet slit, gathering her arousal into his mouth.

Rumi moans above him, her hands digging into his hair as Izuku groans, sweetness filling his senses. It's impossible to stop after that. He spreads her legs wider and dips his tongue into her folds, chasing the sweetness before fixing his mouth to the source and sucking with all his might.

Her thighs jolt around him and his scalp stings as she tugs at his hair. "Zuzu! Fuck, that's good, just like that. I thought you said you were a virgin, you liar!"

Izuku has to wrench himself away to clear his name, staring up at her and panting, "I am, Rumi senpai, promise! I've never even seen a girl naked before, I swear! Only you!"

She rolls her eyes, "I know, I was only kidding. Now get back to work."

Izuku's happy to let her shove his head back down, this time taking her fat, swollen clit into his

mouth and treating it like his favorite hard candy. "Aaah! Zuzu!"

The weight of her muscular thighs coming down on his shoulders makes Izuku's eyes roll back in his head. He squeezes the warm flesh with his hands and continues mouthing over Rumi's clit, stubbornly ignoring his own erection pulsing away between his own legs.

He frowns in concentration, one orgasm on his mouth and he's Rumi senpai's Zaddy. The older girl

of his dreams will call HIM Zaddy, it's more than he ever thought possible. So with renewed vigor Izuku curls his tongue into Rumi's sobbing hole, stroking her soft, burning walls as she whines and shakes above him.

She tightens around his tongue and Izuku doesn't think before sliding his own finger alongside it. "Ah, Zuzu! G-gonna cuuumm!"

Rumi's thighs clench around him as she squirts her finish, sweet juices filling his mouth and dribbling down his chin. Izuku groans, his jaw working desperately to catch it all.

Izuku unwinds Rumi's legs from his shoulders and stands up to see his senpai laying back on the bed, her chest heaving with an arm thrown over her eyes.

"Did I do well, Rumi senpai? You came, right? If not, can I try again, I know I can do better if-"

"You can be Zaddy Zuzu now. You earned it, champ." She slides her arm down and pulls her legs up in one seamless motion, her fingers framing her slit before pulling the lips apart to show the glistening pink inside.

"Now, hurry up and fuck me, Zaddy."

If Izuku wasn't already naked he's sure hearing that word in Rumi's breathy whisper with her hooded red eyes would have caused his clothes to literally fly off his body. He's so happy and turned on he could cry. Instead he clenches his fists, wrapping one around the base of his cock to ward off an early finish as he crawls onto the bed.

Rumi wraps her legs around his waist, and Izuku leans down to take her lips in a kiss. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," She hisses, kissing him again. Izuku's brain short-circuits the moment he sinks into her. Rumi sucks in his cock, surrounding it in smooth, wet heat. He gasps, resting his head on Rumi's shoulder as she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses all the skin she can reach.

If he wasn't so close to losing his mind (or his load) Izuku would be more amazed by how sweet Rumi is beneath him, latching onto him fiercely, her hands gentle and tracing patterns on his back. He never expected her to be so...soft.

Izuku rises onto his elbows, careful not to move his lower half as he finds her eyes. "Are you okay, Rumi? Does it hurt?"

"What? No, I'm fine, but I won't be if you keep sitting your big dick in me-- MOVE already!"

It's a relief to both of them when Izuku finally moves his hips, sliding out before pushing forward again. He groans and Rumi shivers beneath him. Her hands clamp onto his ass, nails digging into his cheeks and her breasts pressing against his chest.

"Zaddy, please. Faster."

That word shocks him into action again, Izuku's astounded by his senpai's vulnerability, the need in her eyes calling him to deliver. He kisses her fiercely, cupping the back of her head with one hand.

"Okay, baby."

It's so quiet Rumi's not even sure Izuku said it and before she can ask his hips are driving into her, heavy and relentless. His cock is thick and deliberate, carving a space inside of her.

Rumi gasps, her head falling back onto the bed as Izuku churns her insides, their skin slapping together as he grunts into her ear.

"You feel so good, Rumi-chan. Better than I ever dreamed!"

She moans in reply, tightening her legs and cupping his ass to feel the muscles clench as he drives his hips into her.

Izuku's hands fumble to find hers, intertwining their fingers and giving her a glimpse of the sweet boy she found crying on that swing years ago. Soon she's shaking apart beneath Izuku in her first orgasm, the tightening of her walls wringing him of his own release.

Rumi whimpers as Izuku's cock spills into her, aching heat filling her insides as his whimper tickles her ear. Izuku rolls off of her with a groan.

"That was... amazing."

"Awful."

He shoots up and looks down at her with an expression so hurt she's not sure he won't burst into tears soon. Rumi laughs and cups his cheek, "For both of us, so quick. It was our first time to be fair. I'm sure we'll get better, we have plenty of time to practice after all."

"Wait, this was your first time too, Rumi senpai?"

"... Yes. Who else would I've slept with, Zuzu? No one's worthy."

Izuku grins before smothering her in an embrace, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek. "Except mee! I'm worthy of Rumi-chan."

She rolls her eyes and half heartedly struggles in his arms to save face even as she feels just as smitten. Feelings aside, however, they really will have to improve in the sex department. Rumi accepts failure in no aspect of her life and this will be no different.

Izuku snuggles into her neck, squeezing her about the waist and Rumi pets his messy head of green hair. Poor sucker, he has no idea what he's signed up for.

Chapter Summary

Practice Makes Perfect

Izuku's staid up all night researching heroes, studying, or even finishing a book he couldn't put down. So safe to say he's been exhausted and has passed out at the first peeks of dawn, but never like this.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Izuku's staid up all night researching heroes, studying, or even finishing a book he couldn't put down. So safe to say he's been exhausted and has passed out at the first peeks of dawn, but never like this.

This fatigue is something completely new to him and sinks into his very bones. It was only after round three that Rumi mentioned her season would calm down after the first day, but would last for a whole MONTH.

She's wringed more orgasms out of him in the last few hours than he's experienced his entire life, all of them more intense and earth shattering than ones accomplished via his right hand. And now he's not sure how he could ever go back, then again Rumi said his cock belonged to her now, so it doesn't seem like he'll have to.

Izuku's chest is heaving, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat when he senses Rumi rousing next to him and feels her hand skimming over his thigh a second later. He flinches and groans before rolling over to safety.

"Rumi-chan, noooo! Have mercy please, it hasn't even been five minutes."

"Zuzu, don't run from me!" She clears the distance between them and swings a leg over his body, trapping him with her glorious thighs. Her hands smooth over his chest and Izuku rolls his eyes at himself and the spark of lust it arouses. He's pathetic, and the way Rumi's looking at him, she knows it too.

"Well, I'm not a monster. What, do you need five more minutes? I can wait. Ooh! Or snacks, everyone loves snacks, that oughta pep you up."

"No, Rumi senpai, I need rest. Just a nap, ten minutes, please."

She rolls her eyes but Izuku can see she's thinking it over, and with the taste of freedom so close he

can't help but try to plead his case.

"Plus, I was a virgin just this morning and we've done it six times already. I don't even know what time it is, but I should give my mom a call in case she's worried and not to mention-"

"Alright, alright, don't use your geek speak on me. I'm gonna take a shower." Rumi declares petulantly, rolling to her feet, her white hair swinging over her shoulders.

"But afterwards you're mine."

Izuku laughs nervously, dropping to the bed in relief as soon as the bathroom door closes. He finds his phone and shoots off a quick text to his mom saying he'll be back late before turning onto his side and promptly passing out.

He can't fully escape even in his dreams, and he has some weird ones. Making love to Rumi only they're in a big white nest with baby bunnies bouncing around and her stomach is wide and round.

When he wakes up it's to the smell of honey and cocoa butter and pleasure curling his toes. Izuku groans, lifting his head to see his cock peeking out from between Rumi's breasts. Her eyes are sinful as she grins, winking before flashing the pink of her tongue and covering the crown of his cock with kitten licks.

Izuku sucks in a breath, his hips bucking fruitlessly as Rumi pins them down. She sucks the head of his cock into the wet, burning heat of her mouth, nudging her tongue into the tip and suckling. Izuku already feels like he's going to die from the pleasure when Rumi starts moving her tits up and down.

His stomach clenches, his hands twisting the sheets and his heels digging into the bed as he tries not to finish.

"R-rumi senpai, please! If you don't st-stop I'm gonna c-cum!"

She releases him with a sigh, licking her lips. "If you do you'll last longer inside me, right?" "H-huh?! I don't know, maybe!"

"Well, I know you've wanted a boob job, it was in your sex journal."

Izuku's face pales. "What?! You saw that? H-how? When?!"

Rumi frowns in thought, completely unfazed by his panic. "I was helping you clean your room so we could go to the movies and found it behind the bookshelf. That was just the first page I flipped to, but I put it back as soon as I figured out what it was."

"O-oh."

Spotting the blush on his cheeks Rumi shimmies her boobs around his cock. "Don't worry about it, Zuzu. I'll help you cross off that whooole book."

Izuku laughs nervously, "You don't have to do that, trust me. A lot of what I wrote in that sex journal was more knowledge for the sake of knowing, you know? Not as any personal interest in doing it."

"I see, of course little prepubescent Izuku wanted to know all the kinks just because."

Izuku opens his mouth to defend himself but Rumi's is quicker, sucking him down again and

humming almost innocently.

"Ah, R-rumi!" He whines. His hands find their way to her fluffy ears in retaliation, his fingers and thumbs stroking them gently, knowing their sensitivity from childhood. Rumi shivers, moaning around him at the attention. From there it almost seems like a competition as to who can last the longest, but Izuku's not too mad when he loses.

"Rumi senpai!" He cries, his back arching as he spills into her mouth and she drinks him down without missing a beat.

It's really his own fault for staying hard when Rumi sits up and straddles him, sitting herself firmly on his cock. Izuku's groan tempers off into a whimper as he's surrounded by the smooth heat of her pussy, his hands going to hold her round hips as she begins to move.

Rumi's hands find purchase on his thin chest and Izuku feels like he's in a dream as her red eyes burn him from above, her white hair hanging over her shoulders and her white ears perked.

"Y-you're so b-beautiful, Rumi-chan. I can't believe this is happening!"

"Please don't cry again, Zuzu. I'm terrible at comforting people and it's awkward to orgasm when you're blubbering.

"Sorry, I won't, I promise."

Rumi laughs at him, leaning down and take his lips in a kiss. Izuku can almost call it sweet before she starts bouncing on his cock, slamming her hips down and slapping their skin together. He squeals against her lips as her pussy squeezes the life out of him.

Izuku easily loses his mind at the confusing sensations, the joy at being free but the longing to be surrounded by that hot, sopping cunt again. His cock seems overly sensitive, leaking precum and chilling as soon as it's exposed to the air.

"Shush, Zuzu." "Wha- what?"

"You're screaming. This oughta shut you up." Rumi smirks, lifting her round breast to his face, "Put that mouth to good use."

Izuku's brain short-circuits as he focuses on the tit in his face, the smooth brown skin and dark nipples hardened to a point. His mouth is opening and latching on without a second thought.

The two moan in tandem, Izuku's eyes rolling back as he suckles Rumi's nipple, his tongue teasing the hard flesh. Izuku's thinking about how crazy it'd be if he could suck sweet milk from Rumi senpai's breasts, and shamefully he feels his cock jump at the thought.

Almost as if to punish him Rumi senpai slaps her hips down with a moan and rocks her hips, grinding down on his cock. Izuku bites her nipple in his agonizing pleasure, sure Rumi's so tight she'll snap his dick right off in this torturous, undulating sobbing heat. Izuku whimpers as Rumi swivels on his cock, the pressure building in his balls as he realizes his legs are shaking.

"Fuck, Zuzu!" Rumi cups the back of his head, catching his eye as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. "You're gonna make me cum, Zaddy!"

"Mmm!" He moans, and she laughs, taking his hand and placing it between her legs. Izuku quickly gets the picture, twisting his wrist and setting two fingers to rub the slippery swell of her clit.

"God, yes! You like it when I call you Zaddy, don't you, Zuzu?" "Mmhm!"

"Love it even. And you're such a good Zaddy, Zuzu. Letting me use your big cock like this- ah! God, I'm gonna c-cum!"

All hope is lost when Rumi clamps down around his cock like a bear trap, and then the sensation

of hot cum drenching his lap. Izuku cums with a muffled scream, tears burning hot down his cheeks as Rumi milks him dry, riding his cock and hand.

His mouth releases Rumi's tit with a gasp as he falls back onto the bed, stomach clenching as his cock drools inside her cunt.

"R-rumi senpai, I-i l-love, hah!"

"Love you too, Zaddy. Love the fact you're still hard too, looks like we can go again."

Izuku curses his dick as Rumi starts moving again, his hands fumbling weakly to hold her hips. His nails dig into the juicy flesh of her ass when suddenly he can't take any slow teasing. If he's going to make it through another round his only hope is to pound Rumi into another quick orgasm.

With a strength and second wind Izuku himself is surprised by, he sits up and rolls Rumi beneath him, hiking her legs up around his waist.

"Ooh, Zaddy found some balls, huh?!" "Rumi senpai, hold on."

"Wha- haaah!"

Izuku doesn't give her a chance to respond before he's slamming his hips forward as fast and hard as he can, mesmerized by the jiggle of Rumi's thighs and ass, the love juices smeared on her pussy squirting with each slap of contact.

Rumi throws her own head back and screams, those killer thighs tightening around him like a boa constrictor as she wails in pleasure. Izuku doesn't let himself focus on the burn in his lower back, only chasing the dripping wet oasis of Rumi's cunt that holds him so perfectly. He hopes her pussy conforms to the shape of his cock, he hopes she becomes addicted to it and can take nothing else, because Izuku already knows he'll settle for nothing else but Rumi senpai.

Especially with her writhing in pleasure like this, her red eyes hazy and cute pink tongue lolled out, long white ears twitching. Izuku feels his balls tighten, ready to erupt and spill his seed inside his senpai again, so he moves his hand to her sex and mercilessly grinds his thumb into her clit, hoping she can cum before he loses it.

"Zaddy, no! Hah, f-fuuuck, Zaddy, gonna m-make me cuum!" Rumi sobs, eyes squeezing shut as two tears run down her dark cheeks.

Izuku has one moment of clarity thinking how pretty Rumi senpai is when she cries before her back is arching, her walls clenching and his hips stutter to a halt. Izuku grunts and moans as he buries himself as deep in his senpai as he can to give her his hot white seed, bursting out of him like a tidal wave.

"R-rumi, b-baby, ah, it w-won't stop!" He whimpers, collapsing onto her chest, his cock twitching with every load.

"What, Zuzu?"

"I c-can't stop, ah! C-cumming! I'm s-sorry it's so m-much, Rumi senpai." He mumbles, embarrassed as his hips buck, his balls twitching with another spurt.

Rumi's hands come up to comb through his messy hair, and Izuku's surprised to see a lustful smile

on her face.

"Don't be, Zaddy, it feels great. I'm warm and full." She wraps her arms around his neck and closes her eyes, "I can rest just like this."

"Wha- really? But I'm still inside!"

"It will save us trouble when we wake up."

Izuku's cheeks burn but he doesn't say anything more, resting his head in the valley between Rumi's breasts. He hesitates before fitting one into his mouth and suckling the nipple to hardness as he falls asleep, Rumi's quiet moans their own lullaby.

Chapter End Notes

We'll actually stumble onto some canon plot in the next chapter... I promise

Chapter Summary

No Longer a String Bean

The minute her skinny string bean Zuzu starts packing on some muscle Rumi knows something's up

Chapter Notes

There's no sex in this one. Surprisingly.

Honestly, Rumi should've known something was up the moment Izuku grilled her for every single detail about the U.A. entrance exam. She didn't think anything of it because her boyfriend was a raging hero fanboy, but then her scrawny nerd started putting on muscle, and her BS meter went way off.

So after he blew her off for the upteenth time for that day, giving her the same bullshit excuse of homework or chores, she followed his shady ass. First of all, she never even knew Izuku to wake up this early before the butt crack of dawn. Halfway through tailing him she knows they're heading to the beach, and Rumi hates how her heart crawls into her throat thinking Izuku's meeting some other bitch for romantic walks by the shore or something.

Until her competition turns out to be...a lanky old blonde dude?! What the heck is going on? "Good morning, All Might!"

Rumi's ears perk ram rod straight as her heels skid to a stop. All Might?? The number one pro hero? What in the rabbit's ass??

Impulsive as always Rumi's face twists into a scowl before she squats down and launches herself off the bridge with a powerful jump, leaping through the air and landing hard a few feet away from the two.

"Wwwaaahhhh!" Izuku yelps, jumping into All Might's arms.

"Seriously, kid? You were tailed by a bunny girl?"

"Don't call me that, pedo!"

They both gasp, blood spraying from the blonde's mouth and making Rumi's nose wrinkle. Ew. Izuku scrambles out of the creep's arms, desperately shaking his head.

"No, Rumi senpai, please don't call All Might a pedophile! He's not, I promise! He's just, uh..." "Meeting you for romantic rendezvous on the beach?!"

"What? This beach is covered in trash, there's nothing romantic about it." The man says, wiping his

mouth with the back of his hand.

"I don't believe you're All Might, but at the same time that's Zuzu's idol so of course he of all people could spot an imposter. So tell me why the number one pro hero looks like a rattling bag of bones and is meeting with you at all."

Izuku looks ridiculously pale, gaping at her before turning to look at All Might who nods once with a shrug.

"He's training me to become his successor because his quirk is one that can be passed on and he's seriously injured after a fight with a mega supervillain but the public doesn't know that because he didn't want them to since he's the Symbol of Peace, but in his condition he's only able to do three hours of hero work a day in the muscular form you recognize so his retirement is unfortunately inevitable!

"And I can't take his quirk now because it's so powerful if my body isn't strong enough it could snap my limbs right off! So I've been training with him every day and that's why I haven't been able to spend as much time with you, Rumi senpai!"

Rumi crosses her arms as Izuku's bottom lip starts to tremble, his eyes growing glassy. God, it's impossible to stay pissed when he starts blubbering and it's so unfair.

Izuku steps closer to her, his hand twisting the front of his T-shirt in a clear sign of pain. "I wanted to tell you, Rumi-chan, of course I did! But All Might swore me to secrecy and I couldn't betray him. I hated lying to you, you're the person I wanted to tell the most! After all, I'm doing this so I can join you at U.A. next year. We've been in the same school since we were kids and it kills me to think we'd split up in high school!"

At this point Izuku's sobbing right in front of her face, cradling her hands in his own and breaking her heart with his emerald eyes. "Zuzu, even if you didn't get into U.A. we'd still be dating, we'd still see each other every day."

All Might chokes on a spray of blood again and the two of them turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"That's your girlfriend, young Midoriya?"

"Wh-what? Well, yeah, All Might. I tell you about her all the time."

He laughs nervously, running a hand through his golden hair, "I know, but I had a hard time believing you truth be told. Well, I'll be damned. Sorry I interrupted your moment but we do still have training to do."

Rumi scowls again at the mentioned secret training, "Fine. I forgive you, Zuzu, you really have nothing to be sorry for since All Might asked you not to say anything. But I'm gonna stay and watch because I'm curious, got that?"

Izuku smiles, and bows deeply, "Absolutely! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Rumi senpai. And um, since you're not mad at me can I, um, have a kiss? Please?"

Rumi's heart flutters at his sweet innocence, her cheeks burning staring down at his red ears and messy bed head.

"How am I supposed to when you're looking at my feet? Get up here."

Izuku shoots up straight, and Rumi pulls him in with a firm hand on the back of his neck, crushing their lips together. She's sure he forgets himself for a moment and the fact they're not alone, moaning against her mouth. Rumi chuckles, flicking her tongue over his lips before pulling away smugly at the love dazed look on his face.

"Right. Well, we better get started now, young Midoriya."

"Oh! R-right! Are you sure you really want to watch Rumi senpai? It's okay if you don't, you don't owe it to me or anything and I know you probably have better things to do so--"

"Shut up and go train with All Might you string bean!" "String bean?! Wha-"

"Young Midoriya!"

"Coming!"

Rumi lasts all of ten minutes watching her reformed wimp of a boyfriend try to pull All Might around and doing basic manual labor when she can't take it anymore and thumps down the beach to join them.

"Zuzu you better kick your cute ass into high gear if you want to be my classmate! So it's a goddamn laundry machine on a beach, but your back into it!"

His eyes widen, his cheeks permanently flushed red from exertion before he frowns harder and grunts, "Yes, Rumi senpai!"

Izuku's cheeks puff out as he starts marching forward again, dragged the laundry machine behind him marginally faster than before. Rumi walks over to the deflated All Might, shaking her head.

"How long have you been torturing my boyfriend, perv?"

"Please don't make that my nickname."

"We'll see."

He sighs, running a hand through his golden hair. "Well we only have ten months until the exam and we're about two months in."

"You're not an idiot, you made a schedule, right? Like a training regime?"

"Yes."

"I'll be getting a copy. I can't believe the little runt was able to keep this from me!" "Didn't you hear about him getting involved with that villain that captured his friend?"

Rumi groans, rolling her eyes at the headache that day was. "Of course, stupid 'Kacchan!'" she mimics Izuku perfectly, widening her eyes and making her voice high and innocent. All Might laughs in surprise.

"That was spot on!"

"Thank you, I've had all my life to perfect it pretty much. The hero worship he has for that bastard is ridiculous."

All Might raises an eyebrow, "You and Young Midoriya are childhood friends too?"

"Yeah. I beat the crap out of Young Kacchan, and I've been his real best friend ever since. I'm glad his dream is coming true, and thank you for making that happen, for believing in him."

"He'll make a great hero."

Rumi laughs, nodding even as her string bean flops bonelessly to the ground, his chest heaving as he swears through his hoodie.

"No. He'll be the best." She's sure of it.

Work Hard and Play Harder

Chapter Summary

Rumi starts helping Izuku with his training

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

At this rate Izuku can't understand why he ever wanted to tell Rumi about his training. If he made a list of pros and cons it'd go something like this:

Pros:

1. Rumiisanunflappablepartner

2. Shecallshimeverydayatfivesohewon'toversleep

3. Everyexerciseisacompetitionwithaworthyreward

4. They'regettingstrongertogether

5. He'spushinghisbodytonewlimitsandgainingconfidence

6. Rumiisreallygreatatmassages!

Cons:

1. Shecallshimeverydayatfivesohewon'toversleep

2. Everyexerciseisacompetition

3. Rumisaysthere'snosuchthingassoremuscles

4. Sexisconsideredamildexercise

5. AndRumiistoobeautifulofanexercisepartnertostayfocused(evenwhenshe'sdrippingin sweat or guzzling water or gasping for breath!)

All Might's busy for the day, so they're going through his daily training regimen at the local gym. If Rumi didn't have a quirk she'd make a great trainer. Her voice is strong and steady even though her brown skin is glistening with sweat, and he can see the trembling of her thighs as she leads them through their last cycle of sumo squats.

But she doesn't show any signs of giving up. It's incredible and super inspiring! Izuku's heart is burning in his chest, and his legs are aching, but all he can think about is how cute his girlfriend is! Rumi senpai always dresses nice, but seeing her in workout gear does something to him.

She has on a tight neon pink sports bra and high waisted black bicycle shorts, accompanied with wrist and ankle weights, her white hair slicked back into a high ponytail. Rumi senpai just looks so hardcore, like a warrior, and it gets Izuku's blood pumping in all the right and wrong ways.

"Izuku Midoriya!"

He flinches, his shoulders hiking up to his ears. He forgot to add that to the cons. Rumi senpai

doesn't call him Zuzu nearly as much when they're training together especially when he spaces out like he just did.

Rumi purses her lips, rising out of her perfect squat to put her hands on her hips. "What were you doing just now?"

He pants, his legs nearly giving out when he tries to stand straight too. "Admiring your beauty." He mumbles, feeling caught.

"Exactly! Last time I checked that's not how you become the number one hero and achieve your dreams!"

Izuku smirks, and limps over to lock his arms around her neck, rubbing their sweaty noses together as he coos, "No, but at least one of my dreams has already come true."

Rumi's cheeks burn red. "This is not the time, lover boy! I want commitment!"

"If you want to get married, Senpai, just say the word and I'll start saving right now for the prettiest ring to put on your finger!"

Rumi growls, her ears flattening as her cheeks glow brighter and she shoves him away. Izuku laughs, taking pleasure in being the one to fluster her for a change with mushy words and lovey promises.

"Are you done? We finished the workout so let's just hit the showers, string bean."

She starts gathering their things as Izuku scoffs, playing hurt. "I'm still a string bean? But I have muscles now! Can I be upgraded to, I don't know, an asparagus?"

"No, it's too many syllables. Now, c'mon, I want to get out of here."

Izuku follows her through the gym, snatching her wrist before they can go to their separate locker rooms. But as soon as those red eyes find his any semblance of confidence he has dwindles away and he's blushing again. C'mon Izuku , he'd think after everything they've done together he wouldn't still get butterflies or Rumi Senpai wouldn't still make him so nervous. His hands ball into fists before he reaches out to cup her chin and presses their lips together.

Izuku pulls away after a moment to press his lips against her ear and whisper, "Rumi Senpai, I want to shower with you."

She laughs breathlessly against his neck, "And what makes you think you deserve to? Your form was shit for those last few squats cause you were too distracted."

Izuku meets her eyes with a firm stare despite the burning of his cheeks, "I'll race you home, no hopping allowed. Whoever gets there first wins. If I win we shower together."

"Fine, and if I win you get to make up those squats." She holds out her hand. "Deal?"

I zuku shakes her hand, "Deal."

Rumi throws one of the bags at him, a maniacally happy grin on her face. "It starts now. Go!"

They both bolt through the gym, ignoring the stares on their backs as they burst through the front door and onto the sidewalk. Rumi takes off in the direction they arrived, but Izuku goes the opposite way, a back alley route he never showed her because it's a little dangerous come sun

down. He knows it's shorter, if by only a few minutes, but hopefully it's enough.

Izuku's able to push through the ache of his muscles, his red sneakers slapping the pavement as he jumps over puddles and whips around corners. His detour takes him the back way so he scales the fence to his apartment building then sprints across the complex to his door. He turns the corner and sees Rumi a few yards away.

Izuku covers the distance in a few strides and slaps his front door in victory, "Ha!"

"Dammit!" Rumi roars, and reaches him with one powerful hop that cracks the sidewalk. Izuku's leaning against the door, his chest burning as Rumi gives him a proud smirk, ruffling his sweaty hair.

"How the hell did you pull that off? A short cut?" "Maybe."

"You dirty bastard. Get your ass in the shower."

"With pleasure." He says, unlocking the front door and leading her upstairs to his bedroom. Izuku's too eager, downright lustful after working out beside Rumi for hours on end. Honestly, he's ashamed to say it; but, he's sure he's addicted to Rumi now and he can't go a day without having her in some way, pleasing her whether it be with his fingers, his mouth, or his cock. At least it's safe to say his senpai is just as enthralled even as she tries her best to look unaffected as they strip together in his bathroom.

Her soft lips are pulled into a smirk, and Izuku's skin burns as her eyes roam freely with every inch of skin he reveals. He turns around to switch on the shower, checking the water temperature and jumping with a squeak when Rumi's hands squeeze the round globes of his ass. She rests her chin on his shoulder as she peers up at him.

"Your ass has always been adorable but since you started training it's become down right delicious."

"A-ah, t-thank you, Rumi senpai!" He stutters, escaping into the shower and pulling her in with him before her hands can wander any further.

In the small space together, hot water creating steam and sweat, for some reason Izuku feels his confidence return. He places gentle hands on the curve of Rumi's hips, backing her under the spray and nearly whimpering to himself as her white hair is plastered to her skin, her ears soaked and dripping. It's no surprise he hardens in an instant, but Izuku grabs Rumi's wrist when she tries to touch him, pinning it to the wall above her head while shaking his own.

He leans in to suck the water off her neck, her gasp sharp in his ear as he nudges her legs apart with his knee. "No, senpai. I'm gonna make you cum first, okay? Then you can touch me. I just want to please you."

Rumi's red eyes widen, sparkling as she purrs, "Okay, Zaddy. No touching."

"Good." Izuku whispers, watching her face melt as he slides his palm over the wet lips of her pussy, smearing the slick there before slipping his middle and ring fingers into her. Rumi whimpers, arching into him beautifully, offering herself as his hand gets comfortable inside her. It's easy to ignore his own erection when she hugs his fingers so well, squeezing the digits and sucking them in. Izuku loves having her on his fingers, writhing on them as they twist and curl inside her. He'd never say it but it makes him feel powerful, pleasing her that much with just a few

ministrations.

And this time's no different. He hikes one of her legs up to wrap around his waist, licking his lips hungrily as it stretches her cunt before his eyes, showing him the desperate swell of her clit and labia, the delicious pink of her. Izuku moans, whimpering quietly as if a man possessed and begins working his fingers just as wantonly, eager to feel his senpai shake apart because of him.

"Zaddy, fuck!" Rumi screams, her thighs shaking as his fingers twist into her hole already sloppy with slick. Izuku grinds his palm into her clit, his other hand digging into the meat of Rumi's thigh as it tightens around him. He's torn between watching Rumi's cunt swallow his finger's every move or the pleasure that twists her face as her eyes roll back. He pistons his two fingers into her, rubbing along the soaked velvet walls, scissoring them open and delighting in the filthy squelches of slick as it drips down Rumi's thighs to join the water swirling down the drain.

Izuku grunts and adds another finger. "Cum for me, Rumi-chan."

"Oh, n-noooo, ah!" She squeals as her pussy locks around him, and Izuku struggles to work her through it. He kisses her as she pants open mouthed, and Izuku waits for the tremors to stop, until Rumi's stopped clenching around his fingers before sinking to his knees in the shower. Rumi tries to close her legs, it's nothing more than a twitch, possibly a reaction she couldn't have stopped, but Izuku catches it and looks up at her.

"None of that, okay? Keep them open."

Rumi does nothing more than nod, and her obedience is intoxicating. Izuku keeps their eyes locked as he settles his mouth between her legs, the heady scent filling his nose.

"Keep looking at me. I want to watch you cum, okay?"

Rumi rolls her eyes with a moan, before meeting his gaze again. Izuku's ego shines watching her eyes flutter at the first flick of his tongue. He opens his jaw as wide as possible to fit his mouth against her pussy, and she tastes so good Izuku hopes Rumi knows maintaining eye contact isn't easy for him either. He thrusts his tongue into her hole and Rumi's eyes fall shut.

Izuku's quick to clap his hand down on her ass, taking his tongue away to warn, "Keep your eyes open. I don't care how good it feels, don't look away, Senpai."

"Yes, Zaddy."

Her hands sink into the wet strands of his hair, and if they were doing literally anything else the motions would make Izuku sleepy. Rumi does better keeping her eyes open even as her full lips open in gasps and moans. The moment Izuku watches those lips pull into a smirk a shiver runs up his spine, his cock jumping dangerously.

"You love making me a mess don't you, Zaddy? It makes you feel good. I can tell." Rumi breathes.

Izuku whines tellingly against her sex, sucking harder against her clit as his cock throbs strongly in his hand. Of course Senpai would figure him out so easily. He can never hide anything from her, and just like that the power shifts between them. Izuku feels so transparent and vulnerable as if he's the one that needs to feast off of her, from her.

"Just keep eating if I'm right, Zuzu."

He groans, smearing his nose along her clit and lapping into the sweet mess of her hole. They both know she's right, Izuku wouldn't be on the brink of cumming himself if she wasn't.

"But I like your new confidence, Zaddy. And I like being your reward too even if your stamina was laughable with those squats."

Izuku moans, squeezing himself again, and Rumi gives him a knowing smile. "Oh, you like that, huh? Because I was so disappointed by your sorry ass I was gonna fuck you while you held the sumo squat position."

He whimpers at the thought, immediately picturing himself with feet spread wide and burning thighs as Rumi senpai climbs him like a tree. She nods, laughing cruelly at the look of horror in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'd use your pathetic cock like a dildo made only for me, Zaddy. Bet you feel lucky just to taste me right now."

Izuku nods vigorously, kneading the sensitive clit in his mouth with his teeth and pushing Rumi over the edge again. He's relieved to coax her into another orgasm as he loses the battle himself, fixing his mouth over her hole and letting her love juices gush down his throat as his cum spurts down the drain.

The two take a moment to breathe, gathering themselves before Rumi pulls Izuku to his feet and kisses him hard.

"Thanks, Zuzu, now let's shower for real." Chapter End Notes

i sense a pattern of sex and then plot happening here. so like...more plot next chapter lol. Also I'm getting a little like almost bored? With just rewriting the canon events with Rumi added in. I don't want to give up or abandon this story so I'm gonna try to add more characters like Hawks and I think it will definitely pick up once Izuku actually enters UA. Thanks for sticking with the story! Love you guys!

Chapter Summary

Extra Incentives and Entrance Exams

Training comes to an end, and Izuku must face the entrance exam. Not that his dreams aren't motivation enough, but Rumi senpai promised to show him her hero costume so now he really has to pass!

Chapter Notes

I'm so sorry for the late update guys! I struggled to find motivation to continue this story, I'm really not that serious of a fanfiction writer, I'm mostly here for the smut, so that's why I think this actual story is a little much for me even if I'm just regurgitating canon.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Their training period is almost coming to a close, and Izuku hasn't been able to forget that for a single second. The U.A. entrance exam looms over him like an itchy second skin he can't escape and if Rumi wasn't here to watch him like a hawk he'd definitely be pushing himself past his limit with extra training just to calm his nerves.

For now, he's doing one hundred push ups with Rumi sitting on his back. There's sweat burning his eyes as he watches them in the floor length mirror they found on the beach and lugged back to his bedroom for this specific purpose. Izuku's counting under his breath, making sure his form is level or else Rumi slaps his ass and yells for him to tighten up. His ass is already burning and he doesn't even want to imagine how red his skin is under his compression shorts.

"Ah...100." He pants, and Rumi politely steps off his back so he can flop bonelessly to the floor. Rumi squats in front of him but he's too tired to even look up at her.

"So this is our last week of training. I'm really proud of you, Zuzu, no matter what happens. But I'm not saying that as if I doubt you, or expect you not to pass the exam. I just want you to know I'm proud of how hard you've tried."

Izuku struggles to raise his chin off the floor, his biceps throbbing painfully. "Thank you, Rumi Senpai. I would cry but I think my body has sweat out every liquid inside me."

Rumi laughs, "God, you're an idiot. I was gonna try to give you some extra incentive for the exam."

Izuku groans as he works himself into a sitting position, propping himself up against his bed. "Really? Like what?"

He tries not to seem too excited, but he's sure he does a terrible job. Izuku's mind is running over a thousand possible options, wondering if this "incentive" is sexual or not. Either way, Rumi senpai is great at giving rewards.

"Well, I finally designed my hero costume after that weird fabric shortage, and you haven't seen it yet. When you pass the exam I'll where it for you."

Izuku jolts, shuffling forward like a puppy without the tail, "Really?! Can I get a hint? Is it a form fitting yet flexible bodysuit? A leotard? Do you have any support items for your kicks or hops? What color is it?"

Rumi laughs, shaking her head. "No hints, just that you'll love it."

Izuku rolls his eyes, "Well of course I'm going to love it, Rumi-chan. You make anything beautiful and I know if you destined it it must be perfect."

Rumi's eyes sparkle and she frowns in that telling way so she won't cry. Izuku smiles and then figures there's no harm in asking especially since it will lighten the mood.

"Um, is there any way we can have sex with you wearing the costume? I don't want to dirty it, so maybe if you have a spare or a prototype?"

Izuku traces idle patterns into the floorboards, his head peeking up when Rumi says nothing. "Rumi-chan? Ah-!"

She tackles him to the floor, rolling him onto his side and smacking his ass. "You little horndog! All you can ever think about is sex!"

Izuku squeals as he realizes she's spanking him, struggling under her and trying to protect his rear. "How can you become the number one hero with your mind always in the gutter?! I'm never gonna partner with you because you'd be too distracted by me to do your damn job!"

"Noo! Rumi senpai, please! Don't say that! I'll be good, I promise! We can definitely be hero partners!"

"But you want to fuck me in my hero costume?"

Izuku blushes, looking at her from over his shoulder and very aware of the hand poised to slap his stinging ass again. "...Yes. But we don't have to do it, I'm sure I'll get the chance eventually."

In hindsight Izuku has no idea why he thought that would be a good thing to say, and wonders in what universe that would've diffused the situation. Instead he ended up screaming and trying to crawl his way out of his own bedroom away from his senpai's cruel and merciless hand.

Izuku takes a deep breath. He never got an answer about the hero costume sex, but still, seeing his senpai decked out in her hero gear is more than enough motivation. He's going to crush this exam. He swallowed All Might's hair earlier this morning, so there's no backing out now. He can't just swallow a hair and have nothing to show for it!

"Ha, I don't know why the fuck you're looking so serious. You're gonna fucking fail anyway." Bakugo snorts.

Izuku glares at him, so focused he didn't even notice they were standing next to each other. He has no time for doubt right now, and he refuses to let Bakugo deter him when his dream is so close.

"Shut the fuck up, Kacchan. I didn't ask."

The blonde's eyes widen and he looks like his brain short circuits for a minute. It's true Bakugo

doesn't pick on him as much since Rumi is one hundred percent ready to fight at any time and honestly looks for a reason to rock his shit, but Izuku's never been so mean to him. Even he's momentarily shocked, wondering where that came from. To be fair, he was trying to get into the zone, whatever the zone is for him.

"Fine then, bitch, good fucking luck I guess." Bakugo grumbles, crouching with his hands behind him ready to blast.

Izuku gets into a starting position as well, "Thanks." And then the exam starts.

Izuku is mostly focusing on low level robots, not going for anything flashy. He's picked up a piece of scrap from one of the bots and uses it as a weapon and shield, protecting himself from lasers while looking for an opening. He finds the best weak spot is the head and neck area where he slots his weapon in between and pulls until the head pops off like a soda top.

So he hasn't used One For All once, and hasn't attempted to. He honestly has no idea what to expect if he does, but if it's possible for him to skate by without it then maybe it won't be so bad? Still, something doesn't sit right with Izuku if he doesn't try to use his new quirk at least once, almost like he's cheating All Might and Rumi-chan of all the hard work they've put in to train him.

He's silently fretting over this, taking a moment to catch his breath when he spots the nice brown haired girl who helped him earlier. She doesn't look good, and a big robot is about to step on her! There's no way he could free her from the rubble and whisk them to safety in time. His only option is to stop the threat directly.

Izuku frowns gritting his teeth and launching himself into the air. It's a power he's never felt before, knowing he's cracked the asphalt beneath him and now the wind is stinging his eyes. He pulls his arm back as the robot looms closer, what he assumes is One For All thrumming through him as he punches it squarely in the face, a gust of wind blowing from the force as it teeters over and falls.

Izuku has one moment of immense pride and happiness. He did it! He hopes All Might saw, and he wishes Rumi senpai could've seen him too! Then he becomes aware he can't fly and starts to fall back to the ground. Huh, his legs and arms feel kinda funny.

He turns around to see his legs flapping bonelessly in the air, broken beyond belief, and his arm is no better. He's never wanted to cry more in his life. The only reason he can't be in excruciating pain right now must be adrenaline. But he has to think, at this height and speed he's going to die from a crash landing. He has to punch with his other arm, create a crater that can catch his fall so he won't die just trying to get into U.A. Not before he sees his girlfriend as the perfect rabbit hero she's always wanted to be!

Izuku stops suddenly in a very familiar manner, floating just before the ground. Huh.

"And, release!" The girl pants, and Izuku falls with a thud. Well, at least he's alive. Comforted by that thought Izuku gives a dopey smile and tries to raise his thumb before swiftly losing consciousness.

Rumi's hand must be hurting, but she doesn't say anything about it, her little white eyebrows furrowed as Izuku clenches her palm. He can't do it. He can't open it. Right now he doesn't know, he could still have gotten in, but if he opens it, there might be the chance he failed. Let everyone down. Izuku slides it over to Rumi's side of the desk and swallows hard.

"Please, Rumi-chan. Open it for me."

She doesn't say anything, snatching up the envelope and ripping it open, a silver disc bouncing onto the desk before shooting out a projection. Izuku's already rapt with attention as it starts to play, missing Rumi's hiss as his grip tightens.

Even with his weapon, the points he scored dispatching robots is laughable. Izuku feels tears prick his eyes, and wonders why he wanted Rumi here in the first place. He doesn't want to fail and cry in front of her. He sniffles, about to ask her for some privacy when All Might brings up the brown haired girl, Ochaco Uraraka. Cool.

Rumi leans in closer as the punch replays, and Izuku's cheeks burn watching her mouth fall open slightly, pride swimming in his chest. She looks surprised and impressed! He never told her much about the exam, because he was sure he'd failed, and she never pushed him on it. Rumi was honestly surprised when he asked her to be with him when the results came.

Izuku turns back to the projection as it shows Uraraka asking to transfer some of her many points to him. Then they show his score combined with the rescue points awarded and Izuku's ears start ringing. He's in. He got in. He did it.

Rumi tackles him in a hug so strong the chair goes flying backwards, sending them both to the floor. She squeezes her arms around his neck and peppers kisses all over his face.

"You did it! You got in! Why didn't you tell me you saved someone, you big goof?! Do you know how many times I cried at night scared you didn't get in?! Uugh, I'm so fucking proud of you!"

Izuku laughs, happy tears falling down his cheeks to match the ones already dripping off Rumi's chin even as she smiles brightly at him. "But I knew you'd get in deep down! And I even came prepared. You didn't forget about your extra incentive, did you?"

Izuku's heart kicks into double time in his chest, his boxers growing tight as he shakes his head, "No! I remembered, Rumi-chan!"

"Good. Though I don't know if I should still let you see after not telling me you broke all your damn bones! Yeah, I saw them slithering behind you in that clip!"

"I'm sorry, please don't punish me! I didn't want to worry you or talk about it, I was too nervous!"

"Fine. But we're gonna have to figure that out. We can't have you breaking your damn bones all the time, I'm not dating a fucking glow stick." Rumi gripes, standing up and going to her bag.

"Close your eyes, green bean."

Izuku does so immediately, slapping his hands over his eyes too for good measure. The sounds of Rumi senpai undressing are torturous, nothing but shuffling and zippers, clothes hitting his floor. Izuku's fully hard by the time she's done, pressing one hand against his cock and kneading softly until she says he can look.

"Okay. I'm suited up. You can look n- gah! Are you already hard?! You haven't even seen me yet!" Izuku whines, "The sound of senpai undressing was sexy."

She scoffs, but Izuku sits up and opens his eyes, jaw hitting the floor at the magnificent scene in front of him.

Rumi's standing with one hand on her hip, dressed in a skin tight white leotard lined with royal purple and a fuzzy turtle neck, a yellow crescent moon stretched across her chest and silver stabilizers around her waist. Her magnificent legs are adorned in royal purple thigh high boots, metal support on her toes and heel and cute white gloves to finish it off.

Izuku closes his mouth, grimacing at the drool on his chin and wiping it off with the back of his hand. "Wow, Rumi-chan senpai, you look amazing! So powerful! And gorgeous! I'd let you crush me like a bug wearing that!"

Rumi smirks, "Oh yeah? Well that's good, because I plan to do a lot of crushing when I get my license. You still wanna fuck me in this, broccoli boy?"

Izuku nods doggedly, his cock jumping in his boxers, "Yes, please!"

Rumi holds eye contact as she walks back to his bed, sitting down slowly and gracefully spreading her legs. Izuku gulps as the white fabric clings and molds to the shape of her holy pussy.

"Then come on, you're only getting this because you rescued that brown haired girl. So make sure you thank her the next time you see her, got it?"

Izuku nods in a daze, standing up and trying to hop out of his boxers and pull his T-shirt over his head. He was going to thank her regardless, but he certainly can't do it for the reason Rumi is saying to!

Izuku crawls on top of Rumi, moaning when she greets him with a soft kiss, pouring her love and pride into the way she parts his lips with her tongue and licks at his teeth. He reaches down to grab her leotard, gathering the smooth material and tugging it to the side so her pussy's freed. Izuku runs a finger over her pussy lips, shivering at the slimy wetness there, surprised it didn't leak through and stain her costume. He can't believe his senpai can get this wet from him!

Rumi moans, her head falling back and breaking their kiss as he continues to trail his fingers lightly over her pussy, teasing himself with the heat and lust there. Izuku's other hand finds one of her nipples, rubbing and pinching it to hardness so it stands out lewdly against her costume, quickly giving the other the same treatment.

"Aaah! Zuzu!" She gasps, arching into his hands, her ears twitching cutely.

"I'm gonna eat you a little bit, Rumi-chan. You don't have to cum if you don't want to." He says, kissing her cheek before sliding down her body, settling himself between her legs and pressing his cheek into the messiness of her cunt. Izuku hums before peeking his tongue out, sliding the tip between the folds and collecting all that sweet love juice.

Izuku can't take much teasing himself, pushing her leotard further out of the way and spreading her legs wider so he can shove his mouth between them. Izuku plunges his tongue deep into her hole, wiggling against it before licking a long stripe over her pink labia and puffy little clit. Rumi's legs jerk around him and her moans sound almost pained. Izuku stiffens his tongue and dips it into her once again, fucking her with it before sucking hard to slurp up more of her delicious slick. Izuku moves back up to pinch the barest bit of skin on her clit with his teeth, tugging gently. Rumi howls above him, back arching off the bed as she squirts for him, her juices soaking his chin. Izuku tries to catch all of it, but sadly isn't fast enough, staring mournfully at the wet spot on his sheets.

"Damn. I missed it." Maybe he could suck it out of the sheets? But maybe Rumi senpai would think that was too weird.

Izuku doesn't get to think about it anymore because she pulls him up to her, smashing their lips together and grabbing his cock. He whimpers into the kiss as she pumps him roughly, fingers smearing expertly over the head just how he likes and squeezing his balls with the perfect amount of pressure. Izuku wonders if Rumi senpai knows his body better than himself now.

"Get that horse dick in me right the fuck now, Number One." Rumi growls, and said horse dick jumps excitedly at the new pet name.

Izuku stammers, "N-number one?"

"Yeah, that's what you'll be right? Might as well get used to it now, All Might's successor."

Izuku moans, feeling extremely turned on by the inspiring endearments and shameless support. He'll never understand how easily Rumi senpai believes in him so wholeheartedly, but for now he'll repay her the only way he knows how!

"Yes, ma'am." Izuku lines up, resting one hand on her hip and the cool metal on her waist. "Wait, so what's your hero name?"

"Mirko, the rabbit hero."

Izuku grins, "Then it's my pleasure, Mirko the rabbit hero."

He slides himself into her in one smooth motion, sucking in a breath and holding it as his length is surrounded and engulfed by the hottest, softest, wettest heaven known to man. Izuku moans, shivering as he bottoms out, hips twitching when Rumi smacks and squeezes his ass.

She's shaking already, jerking as her stomach muscles contract, her pussy squeezing him every time and Izuku laves his tongue over her neck as he waits for her to calm down.

Rumi nods, digging her nails into the meat of his ass and pressing the cool metal of her heels against his lower back. "Okay, Zuzu, fuck me already."

Izuku grunts, needing no other push, drags his hips back until only the tip is inside, his green eyes locked on where Rumi swallows him up, how willingly she lets him back in. Her hands on his ass urge him on so Izuku sets a fast pace of deep, full strokes, sheathing himself whole before pulling all the way out and plowing in again.

It's just as good as always, even better looking down at Rumi in her heroic leotard, blissed out and sex happy. He feels like a civilian she saved and is now paying her back in sex. Or perhaps he's a villain having his way with her. A crazed fan devouring their favorite hero. There's so many scenarios!

Izuku hugs Rumi close, grunting and whining into her ear as he drives his desperate hips into her, his cock starving for the solace of her pussy and endlessly chasing his release. She claws and tears at his ass, and he can't wait to see the red angry welts later. Izuku whimpers when she clenches around him, squeezing a surprised spurt of precum from him before he glues their hips together and starts grinding, undulating and mixing her insides, pressing hard as if to get even deeper inside his senpai.

Rumi whimpers, shaking her head back and forth against the pillows in tortured pleasure, "Aaaw! Uh! So goood! Fucking my guts, baby!"

"You like that?" Izuku pants, biting his lip as his cock head mushes into her walls, a shock of pleasure traveling up his spine.

"God, yes! That's how the future number one hero fucks, huh?! Momma fucking likey!"

Izuku blushes, his hips snapping into her of their own accord. "Ah! Could you s-say that again?"

Rumi smirks, "Is All Might's successor gonna cum for me? I want the number one pro's cum in me! Please!"

Izuku shudders, back spasming as he fucks into her with a second wind. Rumi keeps begging for his seed, the seed of the number one, his balls growing tighter and tighter, heavy as they pull close to his taint.

"Aw! F-fuck, so c-close! Rumi senpai!"

"C'mon, future symbol of peace, save my pussy with that fucking load."

Izuku's eyes widen, shocked before his face pinches in ecstasy, hips snapping forward to bury his dick deep in Rumi's hot pussy as his ass clenches, his cock jumping at the first jet of release. Izuku roars, trembling as cum rockets out of his cock harder than ever before, quickly filling Rumi's belly.

She gasps, head falling back as he spills into her. Weakly, Izuku moves his hand to her mound, his thumb pressing hard against her clit and rubbing little circles. Rumi's arches her hips up, chasing the ministrations and squealing when her orgasm finally crests, locking tight around Izuku's cock and squirting her own cum.

Izuku collapses on top of her, whimpering as his cock keeps cumming, the words "future symbol of peace" playing on repeat in his head and getting him even hotter.

By the time he's emptied himself his jizz has overflowed, lining his senpai's precious cunt in thick, white, creamy cum. Rumi runs her hands through his sweaty hair, and kisses his hairline sweetly, filling Izuku's stomach with butterflies.

Her chest starts shaking first and then she's full on laughing. Izuku raises his head in confusion, "What is it, Rumi-chan?"

"We're such fucking dorks, that's what. God, we're lame."

Izuku blushes, "What? You didn't mean all the stuff you said? What..you called me?"

"No, of course I do. I don't say anything I don't mean. I'm just saying we're lame for finding that fucking hot."

Izuku nods, a slow smile spreading across his face, "But you do? Find it hot too?" "Absolutely. I want you to scream Mirko the next time you fuck me in this thing." Izuku blushes, swallowing excitedly, "I can definitely do that."

Chapter End Notes

Kudos are great, and comments really motivate me to continue this since I know someone is looking forward to it!

Also I made a discord for izurumi! https/discord.gg/XExcRDXcej

Chapter Summary

First Day of U.A.

Honestly Rumi is way more excited for Izuku's first day than the boy himself, and that was because she didn't have any nerves. She's gone to U.A. for a year now, and was confident her string bean would do fine especially since he had her and All Might to help him figure out how not to break his bones when using One For All, because that just ain't gone fly.

Chapter Notes

This chapter looong and there's no smut, can you believe it! Actual plot who would've seen it coming???

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Honestly Rumi is way more excited for Izuku's first day than the boy himself, and that was because she didn't have any nerves. She's gone to U.A. for a year now, and was confident her string bean would do fine especially since he had her and All Might to help him figure out how not to break his bones when using One For All, because that just ain't gone fly.

Rumi walks Izuku to class, swinging their hands and skipping as the boy mumbles incessantly to himself. They get plenty of looks making their way through the halls, but Rumi's too giddy to care. They come to a stop outside of the huge door.

"Aaah! This is it, Zuzu! Your future starts noooww! Right by my side! I wish I could just shadow you the whole day, but Aizawa hates me. It's so unfair!"

Izuku laughs nervously, blushing. "It's okay, Rumi senpai, I'll be fine, and we can walk back home together after school!"

"I know, let me take you to your desk at least!" And Rumi tugs him into the room by his hand, skidding to a stop at the blonde spiky hair she hates, sitting in a desk with his feet propped up. Some other kid is barking at him for disrespecting school property.

Izuku slams into her back, and Rumi pushes up her sleeves, well, now it's her turn!

"Hey, tampon!"

"Huh?!"

Rumi marches up to him, grabbing a fistful of his U.A. uniform sans tie and lifting him from his seat so they're nose to nose.

"You better not give my Zuzu any crap, got it? Or I'll beat your ass just like when we were kids. I've got a lot more moves since then."

He growls, red eyes sliding to Izuku now fidgeting by the door. Her idiot waves a hand and gives a shaky smile, "H-hi, Kacchan!"

"Whaaat?! Fucking Deku!"

Rumi shakes him, "He said hi, bitch!"

"Gah, fine. Hello, shit nerd. Now get the fuck out of my face. Aren't you a goddamned second year? Get to class!"

"Bakugo! You can't treat an upperclassmen with such blatant disrespect!"

Rumi raises her eyebrow at chopmaster four eyes, she's literally yelling in the kid's face, but okay.

"I just wanted to walk him to his class, but I wish I could stay just to see you try something."

"I'm not gonna try anything, bitch. He's a quirkless loser anyway, and he'll be toast as soon as I figure out how he cheated the damn entrance exam!"

Rumi shoves him back into his seat, "The way you're on his dick you'd think I wasn't his girlfriend."

It's dead silent after that other than the crackling of sparks and mini explosions going off in Bakugo's hands. Rumi smirks, she wants him to aim one right at her face just so she'd have the chance to body slam his ass.

Instead Izuku creeps up behind her, ears red as he turns her towards him. "Rumi-chan, that's enough, okay? Kacchan hasn't done anything. And I don't want to start off the new year on the wrong foot."

Rumi rolls her eyes, "Fine! Be the bigger person. I'm outta here. Have a good first day, and wait for me at the steps!"

Izuku nods, blushing when she kisses his cheek before walking to the door. It's honestly her fault for being so spineless, looking back at her little Zuzu finding his seat and tripping to eat the shit out of the floor.

Rumi rolls over with a groan, looking to see she tripped overhim, or his yellow sleeping bag. She yelps when it rolls over, unzipping to reveal an unimpressed glare. Aizawa. He finishes his apple sauce, swallowing once.

"Ow."

"Hoe! You tripped me!"

"You would have seen me if you weren't so thirsty."

Rumi's cheeks flush, "Rude!"

"Is there a reason you've decided to torture me with your presence again, Usagiyama? I thought I already passed you, though that might've been a nightmare."

Rumi glares at him, "Well, I'd love to shadow today's class if you'd let me! Maybe demonstrate a little, be an example?"

"Hm. Who's your Sensei?"

"Ms. Joke."

He shudders, "Fine, I'll let her know I'll be using you for the morning." Rumi fist bumps, "Yes! I knew you didn't hate me!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

She glares at him, before skipping back to Izuku who's found a seat and seems half invested in a conversation with the brown haired girl he saved and chopmaster four eyes. Rumi sits on top of his desk with a cocky smile, shoving a thumb into her chest proudly.

"Guess who just convinced Aizawa to let them be an example for the day!"

Izuku's eyes widen, sparkling in admiration, "Really, Rumi senpai? That's amazing, you're incredible. You'll be a great example!"

"Thanks, but I'm really just clingy and too excited to pay attention in my own classes."

She runs her hand through Izuku's hair, pushing his messy bangs out of his face and letting them fall forward again, repeating the process and smiling when his eyes fall shut peacefully. Rumi turns to the brown haired girl.

"Ochaco Uraraka, right? Thanks for helping him out during the entrance exam, idiot almost died if it wasn't for you."

She blushes, stuttering, "Oh, um, it's no problem! Hehe, I mean, he saved me first, y'know!"

"True."

"So, um, you, you're, ahem, really dating Midoriya?"

Said boy nods proudly, eyes still closed as her fingers card through his hair. "Mmhm, I found him crying on the playground as kids and we were besties ever since."

"And she beat up Kacchan for making fun of me being quirkless! Um, because my quirk came late. She was the first person to stand up for me like that!"

Ochaco bursts out laughing, then slaps a hand over her mouth as Bakugo growls from across the classroom. Rumi sticks her tongue out at him and before he can blow a gasket Aizawa finally emerges from his parka cocoon.

"Shut up! There will be no laughter today. Only the sounds of exhaustion and perhaps failure after I push you to your very limits!"

Rumi slaps a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, frowning when she realizes they're dead silent because they believe this clown?! Then again, he pulled the same crap with her class and she believed it about halfway through. She guesses she'll let him have his fun.

The class is headed out to the locker rooms with their new uniforms in no time, and Aizawa instructs her to suit up as well. She joins the girls and changes quickly, ignoring their curious stares and not so subtle whispering. Which seems kind of pointless with her huge bunny ears and sensitive hearing, but at least it's all good things. Some jealous, like why can't my quirk give me a dump truck of an ass? Or did she have to snatch up a cutie from our class before the very first day?

Hilariously enough it's the invisible chick who says that, but Rumi's just happy her Zaddy's seen as

a class cutie, because he is one. And he's all hers. She skips out of the locker room, and snatches Izuku as soon as he emerges, grabbing his face and chubby cheeks in both hands to stop his muttering midthought. He looks at her with big, worried green eyes.

"No one's gonna actually be expelled. It's a ploy to get you to do your best. That being said I want you to keep the pressure on and show everyone that you're meant to be here, got it?"

He nods, his serious determination looking ridiculous with his cheeks smushed between her hands, "Got it."

"And no breaking bones!"

"And no— wait, I don't know how to not break my bones, Rumi senpai! You think I do that for

fun? Like it's some party trick?!"

"Don't make me laugh. If you can't avoid the disaster entirely, then you control the damage. Focus the power to only one section so you don't blow your whole limb out at least." Rumi groans and slaps her forehead in frustration, "Gah, I'm such a horny idiot. If we hadn't spent days celebrating your passing the exam I could've figured out more about this quirk and how to use it safely. I'm the worse senpai ever."

Izuku gasps, snatching her hand and smoothing his other one over her bunny ears, "Don't say that! You're the best senpai, and we'll figure it out together. I know we will. Until then, I'll take your advice now and try to only break like a toe or a finger or something. OFA's so powerful it should still score me some points in these challenges."

"Right. You'll be fine." Rumi holds up a stern finger, "But after school I'm grilling you on everything you feel when using OFA and then we're coming up with a strategy to harness the power without it obliterating your body, and exercises that will help you improve and master said strategy, understood, Zuzu?"

"Understood, Senpai."

"Usagiyama, would you like to actually make yourself of use as promised or keep chatting up my students?"

Rumi's cheeks burn and Izuku chokes next to her. Why did she agree to shadow again, and why is Aizawa so dead set on roasting her for having feelings, dammit?! Grumpy, lonely, hibernating old man. Maybe he should find himself a boo and get off her freaking back.

She brushes off any embarrassment, twisting her hair into a high ponytail and reaching Aizawa's side in one hop. He raises an eyebrow at her.

"Show off."

Rumi smirks, turning back to the class of newbs and switching into business mode.

"This is second year, Rumi Usagiyama. Her quirk is rabbit, a mutation so I can't erase it myself. It gives her enhanced strength and speed as well as impressive hearing.

Since there's no way for her to not use her quirk, she will demonstrate every exercise I'll have you do. First, a simple throw."

Aizawa tosses the ball towards her and Rumi drops down to her hands, swinging both legs up and kicking the ball into the sky. The class aws behind her as she jumps back to her feet, shielding her

eyes from the sun to watch it disappear. She dusts off her hand with a shrug, "Most of my quirk's strength is in my legs, even though my arms are plenty strong too, that's not what this assessment's about. Bend the rules in your favor."

Aizawa raises an eyebrow, "Nice speech, didn't ask, but nice speech."

Rumi glares at him, but honestly that's their partnership for the rest of the class. There's eight tests in all, and the first real one is a fifty meter dash. Rumi crushes it. Easy. It's fun to see all the first year's quirks in action, but she'd be lying to say her nerves aren't going crazy waiting for Izuku's turn. The only time she's not a complete mess on the inside is when a kid runs with the help of his tail, and she jumps up excitedly.

"Hey, twinsies!" Turning around she wiggles her bunny tail peeking out from the hole she made in her gym pants and the kid blushes, laughing and giving her a thumbs up. She catches Izuku's eye for the first time since it's obvious he's also a nervous wreck, but his muttering has finally stopped for him to blush too. She wishes she could say something to him, offer some advice or a strategy, but there's no way Aizawa would let her get away with that. If anything, he's probably gonna scrutinize him even harder wondering what the heck she sees in the kid. Which is a whole damn lot.

Rumi gives him her most determined scowl and two thumbs up. "You've got this." She mouths, and Izuku stiffens before nodding.

When it's his turn she has to hold back an eye roll for the fact he's paired up with that testy pomeranian, but it just makes her root harder.

"C'mon, Zuzu. You got this." She breathes. "Zuzu?"

Rumi grimaces, hearing that name out of Aizawa's mouth make her want to slap him, but she's too focused to be embarrassed now. It seems like Izuku takes her advice to minimize the damage because he creates a small crater on his take off, easily propelling him half way before he has to actually run. 5.32 seconds, not bad.

"Whoohoo! That's what I'm talking about!" "We're not supposed to have favorites."

She glares at Aizawa, "You're getting paid for this not me, I don't give a damn about favorites. Just be glad I don't have a T-shirt with his face on it."

He tsks in a way she knows is a chuckle for him, and Rumi hopes he's too preoccupied to notice Izuku's slight limp off the course. She wonders how much damage control he did, maybe just his pinky toe or maybe half his toes? God, please not all of his toes!

Izuku walks off towards the water fountains and Rumi waits a few beats before following him. If Aizawa notices he doesn't say anything. At least the fountains are secluded in an alcove. She sneaks up to him, kneeling while he's bending over to drink and whispering, "How bad is it?"

"Wah!"

"Shut up! I said how bad is it? Let me see!" Rumi tugs his right shoe off, snatching off his sock and taking his foot in her hand. Her lips tighten at the purpling of his big toe. Yep, definitely broken.

Izuku laughs nervously above her, teetering on his one foot while holding onto the fountain, "I tried to limit the damage like you said, and even thought about using my pinky toe, but that doesn't really help since I push off with my big toe, so...yeah."

"I'm proud of you, Zuzu. You did good. How much does it hurt? Will you be able to get through the rest of the tests?"

"I have to, and it's bearable. If I don't put much weight on it, it feels fine."

Rumi sucks her teeth, "Yeah, we're definitely doing some quirk training this afternoon. I can't keep letting this happen, letting you hurt yourself. There's gotta be a better way. And we'll find it."

Rumi might forget herself a little bit when she leans down and pecks Izuku's big toe like she's Recovery Girl, freezing in realization a moment later. What the fuck. Her red eyes peek up to see if Izuku is just as confused, meeting her stare with wide green eyes and red cheeks.

"Rumi-chan?"

She's pretty well acquainted with every one of Izuku's faces, so it comes as no surprise to her to see the tent in his gym uniform.

"Zuzu, nooo! You dirty, secret foot fetishist! There's no time for that! Make it go away!"

He gawks at her, "What?! How? And don't call me a foot fetishist when you're the one who kissed my foot!"

"Well I did it sweetly, not sexually— I didn't suck on your toe, and I'm not the one who's aroused. Think about your mother or something or Recovery Girl, or Aizawa even when he catches you with a boner during the next seven tests."

Izuku's face promptly turns a little green, obviously sick at the thought, which one, who knows, but Rumi breathes a sigh of relief when the crotch of his pants lies dormant again. She quickly shoves his sock and shoe back on, wishes him luck, and speeds out of there.

Rumi dodges Aizawa's knowing looks and subtle jabs like a prized fighter, watching the rest of class 1-A's performances and blatantly rooting for her Zuzu every time. She thinks he's in the clear, skating by in perfectly achieved mediocrity when Aizawa bursts her bubble with a few words.

They're trailing behind the class, safely out of earshot, and he says, "I know your lover boy's body can't handle his own quirk. It's too powerful. I saw how he broke all of his damn bones in the entrance exam, and yet he's walking with the rest of them." He chuckles, "Well, limping I should say."

"What are you really trying to say? So you're observant, we already knew that."

He catches her eye, "He can't be a hero if he keeps going like this. Who knows how much damage he'll cause his body just training to harness his quirk let alone get good with it. Whatever you told him today was good advice, but you'll have to work harder if he ever wants to be a hero and be able to feed himself too. If this is all he's got than he shouldn't be here."

Rumi's ears burn so hot they itch, and she knows they're shaking and twitching like some weird alien antennas partly out of embarrassment and rage.

"When you doubt him, you doubt me. He didn't work himself to death all summer just to pass the entrance exam and take a damn breather. He knows how much work is ahead of him. And so do I."

Rumi says, struggling to keep her voice even.

It's hard for her, but even coming from a teacher, any criticism of Zuzu puts her right back on that playground and seeing him crying on the swing. Her immediate response to lash out and defend him at any cost, verbally, physically, whatever it takes. But she knows Aizawa hasn't given up on him, he's just telling them to work harder. He wouldn't say that if he thought it was pointless which means he believes in Zuzu too.

Rumi jumps at Aizawa's wide red eyes inches from her own, studying her. He grins unnaturally, "You really care for him, huh?"

"What? Yes, I mean, of course I do. He's my best friend. I grew up with him and it's always been his dream to be a hero. Neither of us are willing to let it go. We'll make it a reality so we can be heroes together. Now stop staring at me, you weirdo!"

Rumi hops away from the tense conversation, tired of spilling her guts, and bounces off the walls to get to the front of the group and right next to Izuku.

She snakes her arm in his and he gasps in surprise. Then he laughs, blushing adorably and rubbing the back of his head.

"Aw, Rumi senpai, you scared me!"

"I know." She rests her head on his shoulder and wants to tell him how proud she is of his performance today, but she doesn't want everyone to hear. Those words should be private, so she'll definitely mention it when they're home after school— lift his spirits with some praise before tackling him with the hard hitting stuff. Like how the hell are you gonna use One For All without snapping your bones like uncooked spaghetti?

And no matter what class she's in, it's the only question on Rumi's mind all day. Chapter End Notes

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Chapter Summary

Break Boners Not Bones #breakthatdick

It's the end of Izuku's first day, and Rumi thinks she's figured out the best way to tackle One For All.

Chapter Notes

i really wanted to have a pun as the title, and i can't tell you how hard i laughed when i came up with this one

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Izuku waits for Rumi on the front steps of U.A. as promised, his hands twisting the yellow straps of his bookbag. He sees her tall bunny ears first, her red eyes glued to her phone, and Izuku's sure he's gonna have to call out to her until she links their arms without looking up or missing a beat.

He laughs, and follows her down the steps. "Rumi-chan, I thought you didn't see me." "I have a sixth sense when it comes to my Zuzu. I always see you."

He blushes, his ears burning so hot they start to itch, and Izuku scratches at them nervously. He's so plain, and unnoticeable, he can't believe his senpai said that! Izuku's happy she's still looking at her phone as tears well up in his eyes. Gah, he's such a baby! Crying because his own girlfriend notices him! Pull it together, Midoriya.

Izuku sniffles, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "Um, haha, what are you looking at?"

"I've been researching quirk therapy all day trying to figure out how we can get you using OFA without breaking your bones like twigs!"

"Oh, well, put that away for now, and let's just walk home together after my first day, alright?"

Rumi frowns up at him and Izuku just smiles. She looks really worried and stressed, and he hates that he's distracted her from her classes all day already. There's no way she won't go all in when they get home, but maybe she'll give it a rest for now. Izuku twines their fingers together and swings their hands between them.

She rolls her eyes, but tucks her phone inside her uniform skirt, wrapping her other free hand around his arm. Rumi rests her head against his shoulder, her ears tickling his own.

"U-uh, I hope I didn't distract you too much during your own classes, Rumi senpai."

"Oh shut up, it's the first day— just a bunch of introductions and forms and junk. It's not like you asked me to do it."

"R-right, still, I don't want-"

"Were not talking about this the whole way. How was your first day after I left? Did that dickwad try something with you?"

"No, Kacchan pretty much ignored me the rest of the day which kind of hurt just as much, but I made new friends! Uraraka and Iida are so cool and nice. They're gonna be great heroes one day! I wish I could meet your friends, Rumi senpai."

She shudders, and Izuku pouts at her, immediately thinking she must be ashamed of him.

"Don't give me that look, it's nothing bad, okay? They'd just tease the crap out of me and I already took enough from Aizawa today. It's a shame you can't hit faculty outside of the curriculum."

Izuku laughs.

He's never seen Rumi like this, and he doesn't know if he should be worried or amused. But he's definitely amused. She's muttering to herself, not unlike him really, and pacing the length of Izuku's room incessantly.

Izuku whistles and checks his watch. Going on five minutes now, he should probably stop her before she wears a tread in the floor.

"Um, Rumi-chan? Are you okay?"

Her head jerks up, ears going ramrod straight and looking like a deer in headlights. "Huh? What? Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"Cool... about?"

"One For All, of course! And how not to break your damn bones!"

"Feel free to share."

Rumi glares at him, but Izuku leans forward and smiles encouragingly to show he's all ears. She takes a deep breath.

"Okay so in all my research on quirk therapy and endurance it just kept saying boring useless shit like practice makes perfect and blah blah blah. And don't push yourself too hard and rah rah rah.

But then there were a few articles about exposure therapy in relation to quirks too powerful or exhausting to use, and that got me thinking. One burst of One For All is of course too much, we built up your body so it wouldn't pop your limbs off like Mr. Potato Head, and keeping with that same thought, you with me? You with me? Listen up, cuz this is the important part.

When I fight or throw a kick, I'm not using just my leg— I'm using my whole body and torque to drive that leg forward. So? So should you!"

Rumi's eyes are on fire like she's found the cure to cancer, and Izuku's sure she has, he just can't get it yet. "Huh?"

"Use your whole body— with One For All. Activate it across your entire body. And of course you won't be able to withstand its full power right away so activating a little at a time will be your own long term exposure therapy until you can access and withstand one hundred percent."

Silence falls over Izuku's bedroom as her words sink in, just enough for that bright light bulb above Rumi's head to flicker with doubt. She drops her hands, ears dropping a tad and ready to wither

completely.

"That didn't even make sense, did it? I just vomited a bunch of words, and got excited for nothing."

Izuku jumps up, running to her and crushing her to him in a massive bear hug. His cheek is pressed into her chest as he exclaims, "No! That made perfect sense!"

He sets her down and they beam at each other, "Really?" Rumi says.

"Yes!"

She shoves him back and crosses her arms, "Then do it. One For All head to toe."

Izuku swallows, feeling unbelievable pressure with Rumi staring him down, seeing the excitement and anticipation in her eyes. He doesn't want to disappoint her, and he doesn't want to let himself down either. He can do this. Egg in the microwave.

His hands curl into fists and he slides his feet shoulder width apart, bending his knees and focusing on the power in his core, coaxing it to burn and spread. He hears Rumi's gasp first as his skin comes alive, tingling, and when he opens his eyes there's green lightning dancing around him and reflecting off the walls.

"Wow, that's hot." Rumi shakes her head, "I mean, heroic, cool, uh, powerful." Izuku laughs, "No, you meant hot."

"I did. I definitely meant that. God, I want to suck your dick so bad right now, but that'd make me a bad senpai."

"I don't think so! I don't think it'd make you a bad senpai at all, actually. In fact, maybe even the opposite!"

Rumi rolls her eyes, "How much are you using right now?" "Five percent."

"Huh, and don't sound so ashamed. I'm impressed as hell. I'll be even more impressed if you can handle this."

"Handle wha-?!"

Rumi charges at him full force, and Izuku can only put his arms up to brace himself as her feet slam into him, landing a perfect drop kick that throws him across the room. Izuku's back slams into the wall, knocking the air out of his chest before he falls to the floor.

His arms ache like crazy, and he wouldn't be surprised if they're broken when he opens his eyes.

Rumi walks up to him slowly and hums, "Hm, still whole. That would've broken anyone's bones by the way, so that five percent's definitely doing something!"

Izuku groans, checking his own arms in disbelief. "You couldn't have warned me?"

"Hell no. That wouldn't have told me anything." She smirks, serious gaze suddenly going flirty and kicking up butterflies in Izuku's stomach, especially when she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

"But I'll make it up to you."

Rumi kneels down and makes quick work of his belt, slipping it out of the loops before pulling his pants down. Izuku twitches to life in his boxers, his breath freezing in his chest when she frowns.

"Where'd my hot lightning go?"

"Huh?"

"One For All, genius, get it going!"

Izuku frowns in concentration, "One For All Full Cowling!"

Rumi hums as the lightning sparks around him again. "Already got a name, cool beans. Glad it doesn't automatically make your dick hard. That'd make it hard to climb the ranks. Do you feel it in your dick?"

"What? No, Rumi-chan, I don't feel the quirk in my dick."

Rumi shrugs, settling herself between his legs and taking his hardening cock in her hands. Izuku's struggling to focus maintaining OFA while every little brush of her fingers shoots pleasure up his spine and makes him want to relax. This is torture. And by the look in Rumi's eyes she definitely knows it.

She leers up at him, pressing the length of his cock against her cheek before licking it sweetly, short kitten licks that frazzle Izuku's mind. He feels OFA slipping away, and groans, tightening his fists and refocusing. Rumi doesn't have to say it, the obvious unspoken rule of this unofficial training is all her actions will stop as soon as Full Cowling flickers out.

Izuku grunts as Rumi fits her mouth over just the head of his cock, whimpering when she meets his eyes unflinchingly. He almost feels his power surge at the sensation of her hot, wet mouth around his crown, the tip of her tongue teasing into his slit and making his toes curl in his sneakers.

"Ah! R-rumi-chan!"

Rumi smirks, and Izuku doesn't know how she can look so hot drooling over his cock, spit dribbling down the side as she teases, "Don't get distracted, Zaddy."

Then with the same gall as full on smack to the face, Rumi widens her mouth and swallows him down completely, pressing her full lips to his pelvis. Izuku forces his hips not to buck up even though it feels so damn good, Rumi's hands massaging his thighs as they flex and tense, his heels digging into the floor.

"F-fuck, Rumi-chan. Th-this is so hard! I feel like something's about to snap."

She releases him with a pop, red eyes casually gliding over the green still sparking across his skin, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it almost aches like stretching a muscle or something."

"Then it sounds like progress to me. Just remain in full cowling until I can get you off, okay? Plus, don't you want to know what an orgasm feels like with all that power coursing through your veins? I bet it's sensory overload."

Rumi wiggles her eyebrows and Izuku huffs a laugh that quickly turns into a squeal when she

swallows him down again, sucking him into her mouth and teasing his sensitive skin with her teeth. Izuku clenches his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as she takes his balls into her hand and works him over. Soon her mouth is too hot, too wet, his cock stretching her throat. Izuku sinks his fingers into her white locks as his balls draw up, cumming with an earth shattering groan. He's not completely sure since his eyes were closed, but there's a bright flash before his strength gives out and he falls limply to the floor.

Izuku blinks lazily, every inch of his body sore as if he's just done a full body workout, an underlying tingle still fizzling beneath his skin. Rumi sticks her tongue out as always, showing him the load on her tongue before swallowing with a smile that appears way too innocent. Izuku returns it weakly, dozing in and out of consciousness as she undresses him and drags him over to the bed.

The next moment he's able to keep his eyes open, Izuku's not sure how much actual time has passed, waking to Rumi resting on top of him, her head pillowed on his chest.

"How'd it feel? Other than tiring, you passed out for a good ten minutes." She mumbles, turning to meet him with curious red eyes.

"Uh, sensory overload. Like I did a full body workout." "Hm. Still sore?"

"Yeah, but it's nothing." Izuku's cheeks pink and he smiles nervously, knowing it's a little weird but looking down at Rumi's face there's no fear in saying it. "I kind of like it actually."

Her little white brows go up and she frowns, "Really? Haha, you little masochist. In that case, let's keep going. I don't want to try anything else other than maintaining Full Cowling. That blow job was less than ten minutes, maybe...six? So let's aim for ten at least, alright?"

Izuku frowns in determination, and nods even though he's a little scared about what his senpai's going to throw at him this time.

"Easy peasy lemon squeezy." He winces. "While doing what?"

"I wanna bang of course, One For All that dick, Zaddy!" Rumi jokes, swinging a thick thigh over him to straddle his lap, the both of them laughing.

Izuku takes a deep breath, activating OFA once more, and blushing with pride and arousal when Rumi's eyes devour him, looking ravenously over the lightning skittering across his chest. She rakes her nails up his torso, licking her full lips and Izuku gasps with a moan when she presses her cunt to his cock and he can feel just how wet she is.

Rumi groans herself, her nails biting into his shoulders. Izuku's thrumming with energy. He feels like a time bomb that's paused with one second to spare. She bites his neck, and Izuku hisses through the stinging pain.

"God, I can't wait til you're number one." She moans, her breath hot against his skin as she spreads her legs wider and sinks the shaft of Izuku's cock between her folds. Izuku gasps and moans at the wet heat, clenching his fists as Rumi begins to grind against him.

"But I'm still so proud to fuck you now. You're so fucking hot, Zuzu, I can't stand it." She pulls back to burn him with her smoldering eyes, working her hips beautifully. Izuku whimpers, grabbings handfuls of her ass and thrusting his own hips to meet her, the two of them sharing a moan as they tumble into a kiss.

"I, hah, thought you w-wanted to bang." Izuku breathes, kissing along Rumi's jaw.

"I did, but you look so powerful in Full Cowling— untouchable. And I just want to rut against you like an unworthy dog."

Izuku frowns, opening his mouth in protest, but Rumi shushes him with a finger, "Shut up, I know I'm the shit. Any man's lucky to have me, blah blah blah. I don't need a pep talk right now. Ah! Yes! I need you to keep moving your hips like that!"

Izuku pulls her leg tighter around him, Rumi moaning as he rocks his hips up and her hard nipples pinch against his chest. Izuku's head falls back against the headboard as he groans, reveling in the delicious friction between their sexes, and Rumi's arousal leaking from her hole to coat his cock and balls, drying sticky against his thighs. Still, he has to focus to keep the microwave going, the egg cooking evenly.

Rumi groans and wraps both her legs around him like a spider monkey. Izuku feels her thighs clench and tighten as she clings to him and begins grinding her hips again, sliding every sweet part of her pussy against every sensitive inch of his cock with such force Izuku's balls twitch in warning. He pants and moans as he matches her every move, meeting her hips and pressing his lips to smooth brown skin.

God, he's glad his mom isn't home yet. Part of him can't believe this is actually happening, an armful of Rumi Usagiyama, the prettiest, strongest girl he's ever met humping against him like she's unworthy??! He doesn't know what he'd have trouble believing more— if someone told him his best friend would gladly become his girlfriend, or that the legendary All Might would choose him as his successor.

Izuku can do no more than whimper as the pressure builds between his legs, the burn in his thighs and his hips as they desperately rock together. He can feel OFA pushing him further, and Izuku only allows himself to rest once Rumi throws her head back with a moan that sounds punched straight from her gut. His hazy green eyes focus on the veins straining in the column of her throat, and Izuku leans back, chest heaving as he watches pure beauty in the form of her orgasm.

Rumi's skin is shimmering with sweat, her abs flexing as her hips buck, thighs shaking as a dam breaks from within her, slick gushing out to drench Izuku's lap and sheets. Izuku whimpers, so helplessly turned on and moved he lunges forward to kiss her as his own cock jumps, groaning as he licks into Rumi's mouth and cums between them.

The moment it's over Izuku can feel his body sag in relief as he finally stops the microwave and lets OFA go dormant. He falls back against his headboard, catching his breath as Rumi shivers through aftershocks in his lap. He runs a tired hand up and down her back, wincing when he catches the splatter of cum across her stomach and chest. Izuku's cheeks burn a shameful red and he starts trying to look for some tissues without jostling her too much.

"Um, s-sorry! I made such a mess."

Rumi frowns, looking so fucked out she's almost drowsy. "Huh?" She looks down at her stomach

and laughs, "Oh, that. " She drags a finger through the mess and asks, "Why?"

Izuku's mouth falls open watching her suck the finger into her own mouth with a moan. Rumi

smiles, going in to clean the rest, "I'm not." "Rumi senpai, you're so...dirty."

"Gee thanks, Zuzu."

"No, I didn't mean-"

She shoves him playfully for her, which is still hard enough to ache. "I know."

Izuku sighs a breath of relief as Rumi wriggles her way under his arm, wrapping her arms around him and tangling their legs together.

"I'm so proud of you, Zuzu."

Those words are just as powerful as always, making the boy's heart stutter in his chest, and heat bloom in his cheeks. And he's so thankful for Rumi and how supportive she is, but they both know this is only the start. Izuku smooths the end of her fluffy ears with his fingers.

"Thank you, Rumi-chan, but you haven't seen anything yet."

She turns to read him, her eyes smart and seeking before her lips pull into a smirk. "I know."

Chapter End Notes

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Chapter Summary

A Woman of Her Word

It's the Battle Trial Bitch! And you know Bakugo messed with Midoriya so now Rumi's gotta get on that ass.

Chapter Notes

I am sooo sorry for the late update but depression has been kicking my ass up and down the block

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Izuku sulks on his way to the Nurse's office, the battle trial against Kacchan and Iida running on an endless loop in his head. He just keeps thinking of all the ways he could've improved, what he could have done better, but if he's honest? There was nothing that would've changed this outcome or avoided the severe burns across his skin.

There's no avoiding Kacchan's anger, and what pisses him off the most is he doesn't even completely understand it. Izuku's fist clenches even as it sends a shock of pain up his scorched arm. Or maybe he does get it and just wishes it wasn't the case. Who wants to believe their childhood friend is just a raging egomaniac who's now suffering from an inferiority complex? All because Izuku got a quirk?

The boy rolls his green eyes as he steps into Recovery Girl's office, who gasps in horror as soon as she sees him. Izuku waves his hands urgently.

"It wasn't my fault! And uh, none of my bones are broken, haha...this time!"

She scowls adorably and wheels her chair over to him, ushering him to take a seat on the padded bench. She sucks her teeth in disapproval as her beady eyes roam over his burned arm and shoulder.

"Midoriya! Who did this to you? Please tell me it was an accident, a gas leak or something."

"No, it definitely wasn't an accident. I'm pretty sure Kacchan knew exactly what he was doing and just didn't care."

"You poor thing, let me fix you up and then we'll get down to this 'Kacchan' business. But first," Chiyo pulls out her phone from her coat pocket and snaps a picture of his injuries. "There we go. Mmmwah!"

Izuku still can't help but wince and squirm as Recovery Girl kisses him on the cheek. He sighs in relief when the pain fades away, looking down at his arm and the fair freckled skin— good as new. Izuku stretches it with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Recovery Girl!"

"It's no problem, sweetie. Now who is this 'Kacchan?'"

"Oh, his name is Katsuki Bakugo. He's my friend and classmate."

She purses her lips and gives him a look, "No friend would do this to you, hun. Katsuki Bakugo," She wheels back over to her desk and begins typing faster than one would expect on her computer. "I'm emailing Principal Nezu right now. I just can't believe this. Wounds this severe should never occur especially not at the hands of another student in a supervised, controlled environment! And this Katsuki Bakugo's about to cause two injuries because I'm getting heart palpitations!"

Izuku opens his mouth, but pauses, realizing he was about to dissuade her from reporting anything bad about Kacchan. He frowns. But why should he? Kacchan did a bad thing. He's anything but stupid and knows his own support gear, knows the damage it can cause because he designed it himself! He should get in trouble because he was wrong. Kacchan was wrong.

"Are you okay, sweet pea?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm just thinking."

Recovery Girl smiles at him, "Okay, take as long as you need. There's no rush." Izuku blushes, touched by her kindness and bows his head. "Thank you."

Chiyo goes back to her email, scowling adorably at the screen and Izuku is just about to close his eyes to breathe when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and grins at the video request from Rumi. He hasn't seen her since this morning! Stupidly, he slides up to accept, greeting his girlfriend with a big smile.

"Hi, Rumi senpai! I missed you!"

Izuku's completely unprepared for the deadly grimace he's met with, Rumi's cute face completely morphed into a thing of terror— her little white brows pulled low, red eyes blazing with fury, mouth twisted into a snarl. Izuku actually jumps.

"R-rumi-chan? What's wrong?"

"What happened, Izuku? I've heard so many fucking rumors and none of them good— what the fuck happened? Oh, hell no, are you in the Nurse's office?!"

"Rumi, wait-"

"I'm gonna kill that little shit! It was Bakubitch, right? I heard he blew up the whole block but I

don't believe that shit— he's too fucking weak for that. What'd he really do, Izuku- tell me!"

"No, it wasn't the whole block, just the side of the building. And yes, I'm in the Nurse's office, and

you don't have to do anything, Rumi-chan— Recovery Girl is already emailing Principal Nezu!"

Rumi scoffs, "Well, the principal can only do so much. He can't beat a student's ass, but I sure as hell can! I just have to find him. The training took place at Ground Beta, right? Dumbass is probably still there. He has no idea what's coming for him. I told him not to mess with you!"

Izuku panics as he watches Rumi burst out of the hallway she was walking down and start hopping. Oh no. Oh no, ohnoohnoohno. He rushes out of the Nurse's office, hoping to intercept Rumi before

she makes it to Ground Beta.

"Rumi senpai, it's okay! You don't have to do anything! Please don't kill him!"

Even with a murderous glint in her eye, her ears pulled low over her head and wind blowing her white hair back, Rumi is stunning to him, and Izuku is scared of the tiny voice in his head saying let her beat up Kacchan just like when we were kids.

"No! Rumi, please, you have to stop! I don't want you to get in trouble!"

"No offense, Zuzu, but please shut up. I don't give a shit. I warned him didn't, I? I told him if he gave you any crap I'd beat his ass. And Rumi Usagiyama ain't no liar!"

Izuku sees how close she is to Ground Beta and taps into OFA to catch up, speeding across campus and feeling her hops shake the ground.

He gets there just a second after her, watching her rocket into the training zone roaring Kacchan's name.

"BAKUGOOOOO! You dirty bitch! Where are you?!"

The class gasps as she bounds up to them in a blur of white, skidding to a stop in front of the group and scanning for her target.

All Might steps out and Izuku wants to cry. This isso bad. All he can think is Rumi please don't slap All Might. Please don't slap All Might. Please don't-

The symbol of peace opens his mouth and before he can utter a word Rumi drops back on her hands and kicks him in the gut with both feet, catapulting him across the mock city.

Izuku shouts, "All Might!"

1-A watches their teacher become a blip in the sky before disappearing behind the skyline and turning back to Rumi with their jaws on the floor. Kacchan takes this moment to make his grand entrance, shouldering his way to the front with an unimpressed expression.

"What do you want?"

"Didn't I tell you on the first goddamn day that if you started anything I would beat your ass just like I did when we were kids? I'm here to be a woman of my word."

"Like I give a shi-"

Rumi drop kicks him much the same way she did their teacher except she aims to smack Kacchan into the side of a building. His body slams into it, stuck in the center of his own crater, and Kacchan groans in pain.

Rumi shrugs off her U.A. blazer and rolls up her shirtsleeves, eyeing her prey and giving him time to peel himself out of bended steel and cracked concrete.

Izuku stays on the outskirts even though he has the strongest urge to pick up his senpai's jacket from the ground. He doesn't want it to get dirty, but if he comes any closer Kacchan's surely gonna notice him and get riled up again which would only make it harder for him. Izuku knows he has no chance of stopping this, and can only hope it ends quickly.

Kacchan gets to his feet and sways unsteadily before dawning that familiar scowl.

"Fine. You wanna dance? Let's dance!"

Rumi snorts, "A dance would require two partners of equal skill. This is more like a solo, you weakass bitch."

Kacchan growls and rushes in like an idiot, aiming a blast right for Rumi's face. She dodges in a backbend and lands a solid kick to his chin that's so strong it sends him flying over her.

Izuku winces, he never really got to see their first fight as kids, he was too slow. And if it went anything like this he's glad because the sight probably would've given him nightmares and may have scared him from ever dating Rumi. Knowing his girlfriend is strong and could kick his or anyone's ass is one thing, seeing said ass kicking is another.

Rumi lets Kacchan get up again, and Izuku wonders if he realizes she gives him time to recover before attacking again. Most likely not or he would be even more enraged.

Kacchan aims another large blast at her but from a distance, and Rumi launches herself into the air, gracefully gliding over the explosion to head straight for him once again. He tries to keep her back with more blasts, but Rumi's too fast, darting this way and that until she's in close quarters again.

She raises her right leg into the air and brings it down on Kacchan's head, hammering him into the ground. He lands face down and doesn't move, and she's lost patience.

Rumi smashes his right gauntlet with a kick, and raises the same leg to shatter the left one. Shards of green litter the ground and Kacchan's forearms are bare. She fists her hand in his spiky blonde hair and drags him out of the hole his body's made, tossing him onto his back.

Kacchan moans, barely conscious as she rips his mask off. He rouses only when she places her foot on his face, pressing his cheek into the dirt.

Rumi's red eyes are cold as she regards him, her forehead clean of sweat. "I did warn you I'd kick your ass if you messed with Izuku. Because he's mine. But this is more than that." She digs the tip of her shoe into his cheek that's already starting to bruise.

"You're not a hero, Bakugo. I told you years ago. I was right then, and sadly, I'm right now. I wouldn't have been opposed to you growing the fuck up, but you haven't. I don't care that you passed the entrance exam. I don't care if you graduate from U.A. I don't care if you even manage to get a license. You don't belong in the world of heroes, not with a heart as selfish as yours."

Izuku's eyes sting with tears, but he doesn't know why. Is he crying for Kacchan? Or because it's true? Either way, there's no chance he's gonna come after him now. Izuku rushes further into Ground Beta to pick up Rumi's crumpled jacket, smoothing it out in his hands and ignoring the stares of his class.

He sees a flash of gold and looks up to spot All Might by the corner a few streets away, completely deflated. He must have run out of time after OFA caught his fall and had to walk all the way across the Grounds to meet them. Still, he can't let the rest of 1-A know, so he must have called for back up.

"What's going on here?"

Izuku turns to see Aizawa rushing in, full hero mode with Principal Nezu on his shoulder.

Rumi calmly steps back, removing her foot from Kacchan's face. "Nothing much, just reliving old memories."

Nezu jumps off of Aizawa's shoulder and goes to the fallen student. "Katsuki Bakugo, is it? Recovery Girl showed me what you've done to a fellow student this class period. You'll be coming with me. And Miss Usagiyama?"

Rumi raises her eyebrows, but says nothing.

"May I ask what you would call 'reliving old memories?'"

"I beat him up after what he did to Izuku."

"Okay, will all three of you join me in my office then? Aizawa, please take over your class." "Yes, sir."

Rumi walks up to Izuku, rising up on her tippy toes and shamelessly pressing her nose into soft green curls, sniffing him and causing Izuku's cheeks to burn a fiery red. She links her arm through his and takes her jacket. "Thanks, Zuzu."

"N-no problem, um, should we help Kacchan? I'm not sure if he can wal-" "I can walk, you idiot."

Rumi starts following Nezu out of the training grounds, tugging Izuku along who checks to see that sure enough, Kacchan is hobbling along behind them.

"Before you say anything I went easy on him. That beating could've been ten minutes longer." "Oh, I wasn't going to—"

"Good." She smiles thinly, and it's clear she's still in a foul mood. "I'm glad you won the exercise, even if he did cause you to be reckless."

"Thanks." Izuku breathes, adopting a glower of his own. Firstly because he's weary of whatever they're going into with Principal Nezu, and he's starting to get pissed himself at the thought of Rumi getting in trouble because Kacchan's an idiot with no self control or regard for others.

Izuku swears if Rumi's perfect record is ruined or if she's penalized in any way he's done sticking up for Kacchan. He can see himself locking all feelings and sense of childhood away, nickname and all. But then he replays the trial again, the excitement in Kacchan's eyes as he pulled the pin on his gauntlet aimed straight at his face. He was smiling. No doubt about it. If Izuku still calls someone a friend after they attack him like that, what does that say about him?

He asks himself if any of his other classmates would've done the same thing in Kacchan's position — using the deadliest move of their quirk, and even though he's known them less he knows the answer is no. Only Kacchan would have put everyone in danger like that.

Izuku can feel Rumi's eyes on him as he contemplates all of this, but she wisely stays silent and doesn't push him. He turns and smiles at her just to let her know he's okay and she digs her fingers into his hair, pleasantly scratching his scalp. Izuku rests his head on her shoulder and it feels so good he moans briefly. He jerks back up, slapping a hand over his mouth and Rumi snorts as she tries not to laugh.

They finally reach Principal Nezu's office, and Izuku slaps Rumi's arm so she stops her giggling. Nezu gestures for them all to take a seat and Izuku decides to sit in the middle since he feels most responsible.

Nezu steeples his paws and regards all three of them with a look surprisingly chilling coming from someone who so closely resembles a Webkinz.

"I've seen the footage of the battle trial that's ultimately led you all here, but I'd like to hear in your own words what happened. Mister Bakugo, you start."

"I was assigned the villain, so I played the part and tried to stop stupid Deku from winning." "But that obviously didn't work, did it?"

He growls, and Izuku's hands clench in his laps, hoping he doesn't do anything stupid.

"No, it didn't. I lost so I don't why everyone's so damn mad."

Izuku rolls his eyes, "They're mad because you released a full scale blast in my face that almost leveled the building."

Kacchan turns to gawk at him, but Izuku keeps his eyes set on Principal Nezu who says, "And now can you explain what brings you here, Miss Usagiyama?"

Rumi shakes her head, "Listen, this walking shitstain has bullied Izuku since they were kids the moment Izuku's quirk was late to develop so I told Bakuhoe on the first day of school that if he messed with Zuzu I'd beat his ass. My momma raised me to be a woman of my word. So I kicked his ass today but I didn't use my full strength, i.e. why nothing's broken."

Kacchan leans forward to glare at her, growling and Rumi does the same, giving him a patronizing smile and her middle finger. Izuku purses his lips in order not to laugh.

Nezu turns to him, "And how would you describe the events of the battle trial, Mister Midoriya?"

"Um, I thought everyone else handled the trial well, Iida and Uraraka that is, but Bakugo's temper and personal transgressions against me caused him to make dangerous choices I think even he can admit were stupid. I responded as best I could with the goal of winning still in mind."

Nezu nods, "Okay, since I've gotten all sides I have now come to a conclusion. First let it be said Mister Bakugo that the move you executed against Mister Midoriya was dangerous and against everything U.A. hopes to instill in our students and for that you must be punished.

(1) You will no longer have the use of your gauntlets since it is clear you do not know how to use them properly, (2) you will be required to attend therapy with the guidance counselor for an hour every day before school, and (3) you will not be participating in any exercises against your fellow students until you've proven you are not a threat to them. Those conditions are indefinite until you've emotionally matured, but the last punishment is more old school and personally my favorite: you will help the janitorial staff with whatever task they assign you after school for four weeks."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, four weeks?! And you're taking my gauntlets?!" "I don't kid, Mister Bakugo."

Izuku feels Kacchan's eyes on him and it takes him a second to realize he expects him to defend him. Instead he says, "I think that's a very balanced and fair punishment, Principal Nezu. Ka- Bakugo could certainly benefit from therapy."

Rumi stiffens next to him and Bakugo's eyes widen before he falls back into his seat and crosses his arms.

"Fine, whatever, what about this bitch who beat the shit out of me? What's she getting?!"

Principal Nezu turns to Rumi and waggles his little claw at her in mock disapproval. "Now Miss Usagiyama, I'm punishing you for the kick you delivered to All Might. I thought you learned last year hitting teachers unwarranted and without explicit instruction is prohibited. Three days of after school detention."

Rumi bows her head and smirks, "Thanks, Nezu."

Izuku raises an eyebrow at the two, sensing there's obviously more to their relationship. Is Nezu

actually fond of Rumi? Is she his favorite "troubled" student?

Bakugo explodes next to him, "WHAT?! That's all?! Three lousy days?! She kicked All Might all

the way across Ground Beta!"

"Well, I still find her notion for fighting you in defense of Mister Midoriya to be overall heroic, she only kicked All Might to get him out of the way and let's be honest here— it's All Might. I assure you he won't be crying himself to sleep tonight, well, not because of this incident at least. Now that's all I have to say. No penalty to Mister Midoriya as he's done nothing wrong. I'm releasing the three of you to your classes for the rest of the day."

Rumi and Izuku bow in thanks again while Bakugo storms out of the office. Izuku's certainly not complaining about his headstart, it'd be awkward with him in earshot as they talk about him which he has full plans on doing.

Izuku's surprised by the force of Rumi's sudden good mood as they enter the hall. She snatches his hand and starts swinging it, skipping by his side and making him laugh.

"Are you that happy about Bakugo's punishment?"

"That, and hearing his surname come out of your mouth. It's the sexiest thing I've ever heard and I'd suck your dick right now if I didn't already have three days of detention to look forward to." Rumi snaps her teeth at him and cackles when he inevitably blushes.

"I mean, you already have the detention, and if we're a few minutes late, we can't get in trouble for going to the bathroom, right?" He laughs nervously, only half joking.

Rumi stops skipping and her face turns thoughtful. Izuku swallows hard, clenching his fists and scared to say anything else because he craves Rumi-chan's mouth so very much.

Her lips pull into a slow smile, "Okay then, you kinky bastard. Let's find a bathroom!" "Really?!"

Rumi takes off in answer, dragging him behind her by the hand and skidding to a stop at the first bathroom they come across. She pulls him into the girl's and swings him into a stall. It's happening so fast Izuku's head is spinning, the click of the metal locking in place bringing him back just in time for Rumi to drop into a squat.

Her hands go to his belt, fingers working fast to unbuckle it and then yanking his pants and underwear down to his knees. Rumi laughs and looks up at him, her red eyes sparkling.

"Already excited, huh?"

Izuku's blush returns with a vengeance and he nervously scratches his neck. "How could I not be,

Rumi-chan?"

She smiles, taking his heavy cock at the base and not looking away as she presses a kiss to its head. Izuku groans, bouncing up on his toes to keep his hips from bucking forward.

Rumi cups his balls in her other hand and gives him one long pump to start, watching the skin move over the crown and pushing out a bead of precum. She licks it up without hesitation and that's the only warning he gets before he's surrounded by her hot, wet mouth.

Izuku bites his lip and moans as he hits the back of Rumi's throat. He opens and closes his fists, not knowing what to do with his hands and timidly sinking them into Rumi's hair. She nods her approval, and so Izuku sighs in relief, closing his eyes in pleasure.

Rumi's tongue swirls around him, so good and teasing, and then she's sucking hard as she starts bobbing up and down. Izuku whimpers as his knees grow weak and he tightens his grip in her silky white hair. He jumps when she grabs handfuls of his ass, looking down in surprise as she urges his hips forward.

"Wha- are you sure?"

Rumi nods as much as she can given the circumstances, and Izuku takes her word for it, moving to hold her cheeks and jaw. God, he can feel himself in her mouth, and it's more than enough to get his hips moving back and forth, fucking himself into that wet cavern. Rumi moans around him, sending vibrations along his cock and Izuku whines himself, speeding up a bit. She swallows around him, hugging his length with her throat and pushing him that much closer.

"Fuck, Rumi-chan! Your mouth feels so good!"

She lets out a sound he thinks is a giggle and for some reason it's the hottest thing. Izuku's toes curl in his shoes as the pressure breaks and he cums with a desperate mewl right down Rumi's throat. His hips fuck her mouth through the aftershocks as Izuku groans, bending over.

Rumi catches him before he tips and falls, sitting him down on the toilet. She licks her lips and kisses him sweetly.

"We should probably get to class."

"I have more important things to worry about. I don't want to leave you hanging. I can finger you, if you want?"

Rumi looks at him hungrily, "Well, how am I supposed to be responsible when you say things like that?"

Izuku grins, pulling her up and turning her around so she sits on his lap facing the stall door. Rumi spreads her legs and Izuku turns her chin so he can kiss her. His hand slips under her skirt and pushes her panties to the side, a shiver running through him when he finds she's already wet. Rumi gasps into his mouth as he pushes two fingers in her.

She squeezes around him, tight and burning to the touch. Izuku twists his wrist to make sure his fingers are fucking into her just right, his other hand going to pinch and tease her nipples through her shirt.

Rumi whimpers, thighs twitching cutely as her hips buck up for more, moving along with his fingers. Izuku kisses her neck, sucking just short of bruises and licking the salt off her skin.

"Ah! Zuzu!" Rumi pants, writhing helplessly as his thumb stays glued to her clit and his fingers steadily twisting inside her.

Izuku moans himself because of all her grinding and the fact only a thin uniform skirt keeps their skin from touching. His cock's already hard again, and no doubt staining her uniform, but he's too distracted to say anything.

Izuku can't believe how good Rumi feels everywhere, the fact that she's pretty everywhere. Her pussy's so hot and wet, every thrust of his fingers pushing out wells of her cum that drip into the toilet bowl. His thumb's pressing so hard against her pudgy clit he can feel her pelvic bone. She's completely at his mercy, face twisted in pleasure and body twitching.

Izuku hooks his fingers inside and just circles them, playing against her walls as he smears her clit around. Rumi gasps and has to bury her face in his neck to keep from being too loud.

"Ah! Zuzu! Y-you're gonna make me cum! I'm so close, please! Don't stop, fuck!"

He nods, wanting to feel her lock around his fingers so bad, have her tremor in his lap, "Yes, cum for me, Rumi-chan. Please cum for me, baby."

Rumi's eyes widen before the softest wail leaves her lips, hips bucking up as her pussy squeezes tight around his digits and drenches them in hot cum. She pants and whines into his neck and Izuku fucks her through it, knowing a few thrusts of his own hips would have him cumming again, but he doesn't want to ruin her uniform.

He smiles down at her, raising his eyebrows, "Good?" Rumi laughs weakly and nods, "Better than good."

Chapter End Notes

idk how a sex scene got in there. who did that? ...it was the characters, okay? bakubitch getting rocked is an aphrodisiac I don't make the rules

Hiatus

Chapter Summary

This is not an update. I'm placing this story on a hiatus.

I'm placing this story on an indefinite hiatus. I'm not feeling motivated to continue it at this time, and I'm not sure if I'm finished with it. But I do know I need a break.

I'll most likely still release Izurumi one-shots, just not updates to this story. I may try to write several chapters at once to somewhat take the pressure off my self to keep up week after week.

Thank you for understanding.

End Notes

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