Izumi was kind of magical. And not just because of her quirk.

"Kya!"

Momo poked her head into the small gymnasium where she had been meeting Izumi on the first Thursday of every month just in time to see the familiar sight of Izumi getting bodied by their homeroom teacher Byleth-sensei. The statuesque older woman didn't even flinch as they performed yet another routine. Even though school was closed for summer, clubs and Izumi's broom-combat training kept both of them coming to school everyday.

At least most of the time Izumi got to cool off in the pool.

But not today.

Momo sat down against the wall, her tote bag placed against her side. She had watched this scene countless times. Izumi makes a mistake. Gets hit. Falls down. Then gets right back up with zero hesitation and asking for more. In many ways, that was what was so magical about Izumi: she didn't let things stop her.

Watching Izumi spin the foam practice staff that both her and Byleth-sensei were using was a sight to behold. Thanks to Izumi's quirk, the trails of light trailing from both ends wove a pattern in the air. In moments like that, Momo could make out the familiar symbols of Izumi's spells, though they were often far too sloppy or incomplete. Especially in the middle of a spar.

"Do you want to try again, or would you like to practice your forms more?" Byleth-sensei pointed her staff right towards Izumi as a way of declaring yet another challenge. But, Momo could see the smile forming on their sensei's face, especially when Byleth-sensei glanced her way and nodded.

Izumi looked her way, and Momo could once again see the similarities between the two. There was a rumor that the two were related in some fashion. There were theories that they were sisters or cousins, and even one rumor that had Byleth-sensei as Izumi's mother. Inko was flattered when she found out, but seeing the two in the same room was uncanny.

"I'm not done yet," Izumi reaffirmed, and Momo couldn't help but notice how much wider Izumi's smile was. Even when she was soaked in sweat, Izumi still looked, well, Momo wasn't sure how she looked. Izumi had always been cute to her ever since she had first met Izumi, but, Izumi was just, well, Izumi. Her smile lit up the room. "Ready when you are sensei!"

Even Byleth-sensei was affected by Izumi's real magic.

When Momo first met Izumi, Izumi had taken her hand and pulled her forward. She knew exactly what she wanted to be, and was devoting everything into being a hero. It was all Izumi talked about, and it was probably all Izumi thought about it. It took a while for Momo to notice that it was contagious, so now Momo found herself chasing after Izumi in an effort to keep up.

Momo bit her lip, watching the fight in front of her. A staff would be easy to make. A long simple cylinder, solid of course for weight and strength. Material? People often suggested tungsten to her, but despite having the highest tensile strength of all metals, it was also rather brittle, so it wouldn't work for striking as the whole thing would just shatter, but even an alloy wouldn't be too useful. Technically she could make it out of diamond.

But, there was a good chance that could result in people following her around hoping to scavenge bits.

Then again, she only really needed something that was hard enough to give and take a hit, so something as simple as tempered wood or some kind of a carbon would—

A rune lit up.

It hung in the air for a few seconds longer than the random scribbles that were the result of the practice.

Momo made a quick note to jot the rune down; hopefully it was one that was new to Izumi.

And hopefully it was both useful and one that wouldn't hurt Izumi when she uses it.

Momo bit her lip and smiled at Izumi again. If she wanted to keep up, then she was going to need to train just as hard.

"Sensei!" Momo stood, pulling a replica staff out of her arm at a steady speed. "May I join in?"

XXXX

"Hey, Momo!" Izumi slammed down next to her on their usual rooftop lunch spot, a grin on her face that meant that Izumi was up to the opposite of no good. Even after knowing Izumi for a year now, Momo always found new things to be surprised about with Izumi. From her drive, to her creativity, to her smile.

Especially those smiles.

A box of pocky dangled in front of Momo's face and Izumi's alluring smile spread onto Momo's face.

"Pocky?" Momo laughed, it wasn't a treat they had frequently, but she was familiar with it now. "You're going to have to do more than that to impress me."

"Oh, I've given up on that, but that doesn't mean I can't entertain you!" Izumi drew a small circle in the air, casting one of her new favorite spells, target control. It allowed her to move an object as she saw fit for a period of time. A stick of chocolate pocky floated out of the box bobbing and weaving along with Izumi's finger. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun."

"With pocky?"

"Yep!" Izumi turned to face her better on the bench. "We're going to play the pocky game! Winner gets the whole box! And the loser, umm, the loser has to let the other do their hair this weekend."

"I don't even know what the pocky game is."

"Oh it's," Izumi moved the base of the stick in front of Momo's mouth and then pushed it in physically. "First, you have to hold the pocky like this."

Momo raised an eyebrow.

"Then, we both start chewing on the stick while not letting go." Izumi placed her own lips on the other end of the stick mirth dancing in her green eyes. "The loser is the person that pulls back first. Alright, and go!"

Izumi started munching on the pocky stick with blazing speed, her face getting closer and closer to Momo's. Momo only managed a few bites before she realized just how close Izumi was getting.

Her face felt warm.

Was she blushing?

It felt like she was blushing.

Momo's eyes went wider as Izumi's face, and thus her lips got closer.

If this kept up.

If Izumi kept marching forward.

Their lips.

They would.

Kiss.

A jolt traveled through her lips and met with her spine before spreading out across her entire body. The hair on the back of her neck tingled, her shoulders tensed, her hands grabbed at the fabric of her skirt, and she felt like she might explode. She pulled back on impulse. "You kissed me!"

"Hehe, I won!" Izumi sat and hummed. "I can't wait to see how you look with twin tails!"

"Izumi!"

"What?" Izumi looked at Momo while munching on another pocky stick. "I'll share you know."

"No, I just mean, that was my first kiss." Momo placed her hands over her lips. It wasn't that she was offended really, she was just, surprised? Yes, surprised felt like the correct word.

"Oh." Izumi finished off the pocky stick and then smiled. "Well, that was my first kiss too, so we're even. Besides, we're both girls, so it should be fine, right?"

"I guess," Momo let out a sigh, desperately trying to calm herself after what had just happened. Was it really fine if girls kissed? Even when it felt like that? How was Izumi acting so normally? "So, uhh, you're not worried about a boyfriend finding out?"

"Hmm, I was kind of expecting puberty to make me really interested in boys or something, at least that's what my mom said. And all the other girls in our class talk about the boys they see, but I'm not really interested in them." Izumi hummed, and patted the most obvious sign that her puberty had started, her chest. While Momo still had an inch or two height wise, Izumi was catching up quickly in other areas. "I guess I just never really noticed them. My mom says that it's because I spend too much time around girls and that I'm too focused on becoming a hero." Izumi blinked then looked at Momo with a wide smile. "What about you? Did you find a boyfriend?"

"No, nothing of the sort." Momo waved her hand and let out a sigh. Why did she even bring this topic up? "I'm the same as you, I guess, I don't really notice any boys, and I spend most of my time with you, so I guess I just don't really have the time for stuff like that."

"Yeah," Izumi laughed, kicking her feet and leaning back, another stick of pocky hanging in her mouth. "I am kind of a handful right?"

"Yes you are!"

"Rematch?" Izumi dangled a pocky stick between them.

She didn't say no.

XXXX

Momo raced towards the swimming pool, the cold December air not stopping her for a second. Of all the things she had told Izumi in their nearly three year long friendship this was perhaps the biggest, best, and most amazing news either one of them had gotten so far. Even beating the news that Nejire had won the sports festival her first year at U.A.

"Izumi!" Momo shouted, ignoring her status as the class president for a few moments as she ran, and then fast walked around the pool where Izumi had spent a great deal of time. This year was no exception, especially since Izumi had become the swim team captain.

Their last year of middle school had flown by with how busy they both were getting ready for the U.A. entrance exam.

But that might not matter soon.

"Captain!" one of the first years shouted, a short girl with white hair that was the younger sister of one of their old senpais. She had a shark based quirk that made her a natural swimmer. "Your girlfriend is here!"

"We're not—" Momo mumbled under her breath as she headed towards the ladder Izumi was likely to take out of the pool. For some reason, everyone on Izumi's swim team referred to her as Izumi's girlfriend. Which wasn't true at all. Sure they hung out a lot, but they weren't dating.

Who cared if they were each other's first kiss? Not Izumi, that's who! The girl didn't even care that over a year ago she had just casually taken that from Momo and didn't even apologize or anything! She even took the second one!

Why was she thinking about this now?

Momo shook her head and watched as Izumi swam over to her. Seeing Izumi exit the swimming pool was nothing new to Momo; she had seen it happen more times than she could count. But this time.

This time was so very different.

The mousey girl that Momo had first met three years ago was a distant memory, and now, Izumi was a bombshell. The years of constant swimming had helped shape Izumi's body into one that anyone could consider attractive. Her back was a work of art, her muscles flowing effortlessly through the water as she reached up and grabbed onto the ladder with her toned, slender arms that were a bit rough to the touch at times. The swimsuit that Izumi wore showed off her wide, full hips and matching powerful thighs, giving her a pair of shapely legs that could be called neither long nor short, just, nice. There was something appealing about the tightness of Izumi's swimsuit as well, like the way it emphasized her waist, or the way compressed her bountiful chest, that made Momo incredibly happy.

Maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was the excitement, but seeing Izumi like that felt like it was the first time she had truly seen her.

And Momo really liked what she saw.

Like a lot.

To finish it off, Izumi pulled off her cap, letting loose the long silky green hair that Momo had spent so much time tending to. The smile on Izumi's freckled face, the glow of her eyes, and the smoothness of her lips all caught Momo off guard as a thought slammed into her with enough force to snap her jaw shut. Her sexuality had just bought a one way ticket out of the closet, and made it known to Momo.

She was gay.

Very, very, very, gay.

"Gah!" Izumi yelped when she stepped out of the water, and sprinted towards the bleachers, giving Momo a good glance at that body in motion and Izumi's really nice butt along the way. "Cold! Gah!" Izumi grabbed a towel and wrapped herself up in a towel, before shuffling back towards Momo and then wrapped them both up. Izumi's soft, wet chest pressed lightly against Momo's arm, causing her sleeve to dampen. "It's cold! Momo give me your warmth."

Ahh, yes.

Momo stared at Izumi for a bit, her brain freezing as it processed roughly three years of being attracted to Izumi into a single thought.

She was really really gay, and madly in love with Izumi.

That made a lot of things make a lot of sense.

"Momo?" Izumi asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, uhh," Momo blinked and became rather aware of how close Izumi was to her. She stepped out of Izumi's towel embrace and brushed her hair back slightly. "You're still wet."

"Hehe, I know!" Izumi laughed and started the process of properly drying herself.

Had that always been so lewd?

Memories said yes.

Oh god she had seen Izumi naked how many times? How many times had she stared at her chest?

A lot.

They took baths together a lot.

So.

It was.

Umm.

Yeah.

"So, what'd you want to talk about? You sounded really excited."

"Huh?" Momo asked, staring at the jiggle on Izumi's chest as the girl worked the towel. She swallowed and shoved both her sexual desires and crush on Izumi back into the closet from where they came. They didn't listen, but she was not going to say anything. Why? Because there was nothing more terrifying to her at the moment. "Oh. umm, I just wanted to let you know that we've both been accepted to participate in the recommendation exams next week, Byleth-sensei pulled a few—"

Izumi let out a scream and once again Momo found herself wrapped up in Izumi's embrace, only this time it was front to front with Izumi wrapping her arms around Momo while laughing and spinning around. "Oh my god! Really!? That's great Momo! I can't believe it! We're so going to Ace those exams! This is great! We should celebrate."

Momo could die right then and be incredibly happy with her life.

Fortunately, she only blushed.

Like.

A lot.

AN: Decided to have the time skip happen in the form of Momo being gay for Izumi.