She would have told anyone else that second place was something they should be proud of, and a dozen of other words that she just didn't want to hear right now. There was a deep frustration that came with second place, one that felt worse than any other position, even third or fourth didn't feel quite as bad.

But second place? It stung.

It wasn't that she had lost, no, this emotion was rooted in something else. It was that she didn't win.

Izumi let out a breath and clutched her medal tight to her chest, sucking her lip a bit as she felt the same shame she had received during all those swim meets she had earned second place in during middle school.

She glanced out across the field and saw people clapping, cheering, whistling, and waving as they celebrated her not winning. This was by far the worst part about second place, knowing that the cheers weren't for her. Knowing that she had come so far before losing. It sucked.

It sucked so much.

Still, she smiled. Smiled because that's what she was expected to do.

XXXX

It felt like she was being chased ever since she had stepped off of the pedestal. There were glances thrown at her from her friends, from Momo, Itsuka, and Setsuna, but Inasa held the lion's share of them. She could feel his eyes on her whenever she looked away from him. She knew he was waiting for the right time to talk to her for the right time to confess.

But there was never going to be a right time.

She didn't want him to confess to her. She just didn't want to deal with that.

But she knew Inasa well enough to know that he was going to confess today. Simply because that was the guy he was if he said he was going to do something he was going to do it. And all she had to do was reject him. Guh, why was this on her?

"Hey Izumi," he had asked her. "Can we talk?"

She had nodded.

Now she was staring up at him, her back to a tree, Momo not too far off peeking around a corner ready to come to her rescue at a moment's notice. She really had no idea how she was supposed to deal with a confession. It wasn't so confusing, couldn't they just stay friends or something?

"Well?" she asked, biting her lip and shrugged towards him, she wanted a nap. And a good bubble tea. And someone to tell her that she did a good job. She really just wanted to get this over with so she could go and sleep on Momo's giant bed and watch stupid movies and have Momo brush her hair, and sit close to her in the bath, and talk about random stuff until they fell asleep. "What'd you want to talk about?"

Inasa took in a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips with the same rigidness he always did. He bowed slightly and spoke in a voice that wasn't as loud as normal. It was quiet, gentle, and it almost made her feel bad. "Izumi Midoriya. Ever since I've met you, my days have seemed brighter, and it is because of you that I chose to join U.A. and why I have so many friends now. But, I have also grown to care about you a great deal. I have a crush on you. A large one."

His eyes met hers and he gave a great big smile that just made what she was going to have to do hurt all the more. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

It would be so easy to just say yes, to let Inasa take her out on a date to lead him on, to have fun doing date stuff with him. It would be so easy. But. That would be wrong. She'd just be leading him on. She'd be faking interest in him.

She needed to be honest.

"Inasa," She could see the heartbreak in his eyes before she even finished saying his name. "I'm sorry, but, I don't feel the same way."

And today was a terrible idea to do this. She was still upset about losing!

"I mean, you're my friend, my best guy, friend, but I'm just not interested in you romantically." She tried to smile but it died before she could even wrinkle her nose. "Besides, I'm kind of busy trying to be the best hero I can be right now."

Lair! That was a lie! Why did she lie there? Sure, she wanted to be a hero, sure she trained like crazy, but that didn't mean she didn't have time for a relationship. She had enough time to spend with Momo.

She bit her lip and kept her eyes fixed forward. She wasn't going to cry.

Inasa stood straight, the mother of all frowns covering his face as he glared up towards the sky, a tear fell down the side of his cheek while his hands shook. "I should have known today went too well for me to get everything I wanted out of it."

Izumi shrugged, what was she supposed to say? "Sorry."

"No, it's fine. I. Sorry to put you on the spot like that Izumi. I. I honestly thought you felt the same. But, I've, I've honestly never really had a friend that was a girl before. So. I might have gotten things confused. Ha," He scratched the back of his head. "Haha. Ha!"

"You, know, I do know of a girl that does like you." Izumi found herself smiling. Was it okay to tell him?

Inasa's eyes went wide. "Umm, who, if you say Momo I know you're a liar. And I'm pretty sure Itsuka is a lesbian."

Literally mentioned every girl but the one that's crushing on him! There was no way that she was anywhere near this dense! They were just being jerks to her. "No, Setsuna."

"Setsuna what?"

"Has a crush on you."

"Who?"

"Setsuna Togata has a crush on you."

Inasa blinked, his mouth dropping open. "Is that why she kept sending me pictures asking if her yoga pants looked good?"

There was no way she was that dense!

"Probably."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Inasa looked at her for a few minutes. "Umm. What do I do now?"

"What makes you think I know!"

"You're a girl and you're pretty!"

"What does that have to do with being in a relationship!"

"I don't know!"

How did the confession end up with both of them screaming in confusion?

"Ahem," Momo, Izumi guardian angel and all around the most wonderful person in the whole wide world appeared to save her with a light cough. She tapped the bottom of her hand against her open palm like a judge tapping his gavel. "Inasa, now that you know that Setsuna has a crush on you the first step would be to start talking to her. But try not to rush into it, you did just get rejected so pace yourself."

"I umm…" Inasa looked at Momo and then back towards Izumi. "I, you're right! Thank you very much Momo! I'll start talking with Setsuna more now!" He bowed to each of them once and sprinted off. "Thank you for telling me!"

Her knees waited until Inasa had run off before they stopped working and she slumped onto the grass. "That sucked!"

Momo squatted down beside her and pushed some of her long black hair back behind her ear. "You did very good Izumi, congratulations on your first of many rejections."

"First?" she whined and tapped the back of her head against the tree. "I have to do that again?"

"Likely, Shoto asked a lot about you, he might be slowly working around to thinking that he has a crush on you. Denki said you were hot every time he saw you, and Ejiro couldn't close his mouth." Momo gave a soft condescending smile and placed her hand on Izumi's shoulder. "But, don't worry, I'll do my best to make sure they know you're not interested."

"Why me? Why not you! You're like Just as hot! And you're tall!"

Momo hummed and then offered her a hand up. "Thanks, but apparently, I have a vibe that says 'I will make you regret ever thinking about me in that way.'"

"How do I get that vibe?"

Momo just shrugged. "Anyways, we have tomorrow off, want to go on a shopping trip and spend the night at my place again?"

"That sounds fucking amazing."

XXXX

"How's it going in there, Izumi?" Momo asked, a couple of cute bras on her arm that might be about Izumi's size. Apparently, she had grown. Just a bit. But enough that she needed to replace her old bras. And for so many wonderful reasons that just put a smile on Momo's face.

From inside the small changing room, Momo heard several frustrated Izumi noises and even a grunt before Izumi spoke up. "There's ass and tiddy everywhere."

So it was going good.

Normally, Momo would insist that she wasn't Izumi's sugar mama, but, then there were times like this where she wore that title proudly because she got to dress Izumi up and her crush simply couldn't complain. Right now she was indeed Izumi's sugar mama and damn proud of it.

"What?" Momo laughed, "It's just a sweater."

"Half a sweater! What's this thing called again?" More Cute Izumi noises came out of the dresser. "How am I supposed to stay warm with this thing?"

"It's not for warmth, it's for looking sexy, do you want me to come in?"

Momo wanted to come in. She very much so wanted to come in.

"Uhh, sure, maybe we should have dragged Itsuka and Setsuna along with this, They sounded like they knew what they were talking about."

Momo opened the curtain slightly and rolled her eyes before her mouth dropped ever so slightly. Coming to terms with the fact that she was a horny lesbian and that her best friend and crush was lesbian bait was honestly one of the best choices she could have made. And right now, all those mild panic attacks were paying off.

When Izumi had said that ass and tiddy were everywhere, she had meant pretty much just that. The Virgin Killer Sweater Izumi had on was backward, with the front covering her back, while her bare breasts were exposed to the mirror, what's more, the sweater seemed to be intent on riding Izumi's hips in a way that even if she put it on correctly her ass would be exposed.

"Honestly Izumi," Momo let out a sigh that almost sounded like a moan. She closed her eyes and drew in a breath just long enough to compose herself. "You have it on backward."

"I know! I'm not that stupid." Izumi grabbed the tag that was still on the sweater and pointed towards the woman wearing it. "But if I wear it like that, it's literally just ass city."

"Here, take that one off." Momo went through her pile of clothing and pulled out another sweater, this one was black, which would honestly be cuter on Izumi. "This one is probably more your size."

Izumi shrugged and pulled off the sweater with ease. She grabbed the black one and slipped it on with a bit of difficulty. One boob was basically just hanging out there. "Why do they even have different sizes? It's barely even clothing."

"Here, let me help." Momo sighed and smiled. She pulled at the elastic band around Izumi's waist that covered exactly what it was supposed to, and leaving nearly nothing to the imagination, she even reached up and did the ties around the neck just so. Then she bit her lip and ran her hands up and around Izumi's sides. She knew that Izumi was proud of her breasts, and rightfully so, they were in so many ways amazing. Full, perky, large, and just so much fun to squeeze. She ran her hands up and down them for a moment, making sure that the sweater fully covered everything. "Well, you're a bit thicker than I am Izumi, and I'm a bit longer so what would be a good fit for you, would be a bit too short on me."

"I know, I know, but, I just don't see the appeal of these, like why not just be naked?" Izumi looked back and forth in the mirror. "Or wear a swimsuit?"

Momo let out a sigh, honestly, Izumi's mind was such an enigma at this point she wondered what on earth was going on in there. "Here, let me try on this one, and then you can see if they're sexy or not okay?"

Izumi blinked and then nodded twice.

She had gotten undressed in front of Izumi so many times before. But, this time was different, this time Izumi's attention was on her completely and utterly. Her every movement was being watched, and her body was being judged. If being around Izumi had taught Momo one thing, it was how to be proud of her own body.

The makeshift strip tease lasted all of a few moments before Momo wiggled her way into the red sweater Izumi had on moments ago. It was an easy fit, following her curves precisely and showing everything off exactly what needed to be shown off. She turned and caught Izumi staring. "Well?"

"That's way too sexy!" Izumi stuck her hand out in the same way that her father did when he got caught off in traffic. "When on earth are we going to wear these?"

Momo shrugged. "I figured we could just wear them when you stayed over, or when we went to bed. You know just for fun."

Izumi tilted her head to the side and poked both of her cheeks with her fingers. "I kinda wanna have a sweater party with Itsuka and Setsuna around."

"Setsuna probably already owns one and Itsuka might die if we try to put her in one."

"I know but it'd be worth it!"

Momo smiled and ran her fingers through her hair. "Maybe."

As much as that sounded like a feast for both her and Itsuka, she also wanted to spend alone time with Izumi.

"We can think about that later Izumi, in the meantime, there's more clothes for us to try on."

"Oooh, awesome!"

XXXX

They rolled onto the bed, laughter escaping each of them as they talked about the day's events and prepared for what was to come. No matter what happened, Momo could always rely on Izumi to reduce the tension. She grabbed Izumi by her sides and tickled her slightly, making the girl squeal in laughter as her legs flailed beneath them.

Then.

Reality hit.

This position.

Her above Izumi.

Their faces were so close.

If she wanted to kiss Izumi she could.

It would be so easy.

So easy to lean down there and make Izumi fully understand her feelings.

The laughter went silent, but the happiness remained.

Izumi's wide smile calmed and she looked at Momo with those wide, sparkling green eyes. She was so beautiful. And it would be so easy to just lean down there and kiss Izumi. She was practically begging for it.

But.

Now wasn't the time.

Momo rolled off Izumi and laid onto the bed next to her, and stared up at the ceiling for just a moment.

Soon they'd be going off on their internships.

Izumi had until then.

Then.

Then Momo would confess.

AN: WHO ORDERED ALL THIS FUCK'N ANIME TIDDY?