"Now look, I understand that you're currently a few days away from being in a romantic relationship with the girl you've been crushing on for a long-ass time, and that our senpai is sending you pics of them doing a photoshoot from some chinese restaurant, but I need you to tone down being a useless lesbian."
Momo pursed her lips and looked away from the image of Izumi munching on a meat bun, a content look on her face while she appeared to have been squeezed into a Qipao. "Itsuka, I understand that you're jealous, but please don't ruin this for me. I'm discovering several new fetishes right now."
"Mood." Itsuka continued to scroll through her phone. Both of them were sitting on a couch, all makeupped up and waiting for this whole hair commercial thing to start. Honestly, Momo wasn't as mad as she should be over the whole 'not actually doing hero work' thing. "I mean really, I feel like I'm going to have to ask Nejire out after all this."
Itsuka flashed her phone towards Momo and Momo caught a glimpse of Nejire doing a selfie in a dress similar to Izumi's, only instead of being cute and eating a meat bun, she was just being cute and sexy by virtue of being Nejire.
Momo hummed, "Are you sure? Didn't you say you were really picky about the girls you like?"
"Look, I'm watching my one straight female friend and my one straight male friend going on dates, and I'm watching the tall drink of water that I have a crush on about to go steady with someone that's basically just every kind of bait out there, leaving me, a horny and ever-so-slightly desperate lesbian, wanting female companionship." Itsuka gave a wry smile and shrugged, "Who else should I turn to than my bisexual senpai that turned someone gay by kissing them? Why would I not want to date that?"
"Principles?"
"Principles don't get me laid."
That was on the top of the list of things that Momo never expected Itsuka to say. But, she had a point.
"Since when have you been this thirsty?" Momo laughed and glanced at her phone again. There was another image from Nejire, this one of Izumi and Nejire posing in kung-fu style and having a great time. Much better than the time Momo and Itsuka were having simping over them.
"Pretty much since I met Izumi." Itsuka shrugged. "She's just painfully…" Itsuka swirled her hand around in the air like that was some kind of a profound answer. "You know."
Again, Itsuka did have a point.
Momo stood and extended a hand towards Itsuka, "Well then, if that's the case, why don't we take some photos while our hair is all done up? I'm sure Nejire would enjoy it."
Itsuka grabbed her hand and smiled. "Sure."
XXXX
So.
She was gay.
Her lips were still tingled from Nejire's kiss. Her heart still raced from the feeling of being pinned to the bed, and the sensual nature that Nejire had looked at her. Somehow Nejire had managed to do all that and actually managed to not make it awkward when they hung out. Just. How did that even work? How did relationships work?
Izumi placed a finger on her lip and felt her entire body threaten to burst out into a panic if anything so much as considered kissing her in the near future.
But.
At the same time.
She couldn't help but remember how Momo had pinned her against the wall and confessed, making every part of her feel numb as she pictured how that scene could have gone if Momo had been just a bit more daring.
A slow lean in.
A focused look in Momo's dark eyes.
A tender, teasing touch on her cheek.
A quivering anticipation.
Contact.
Izumi let out a squeal as she could all but feel Momo kissing her. It would be so different from Nejire's kiss in so many wonderful and uncountable ways that it would make her mind just go completely and utterly blank.
And then.
In that blankness.
Magic.
Izumi smiled and stared up at the yellowing sky that covered the horizon. She wanted to tell Momo about this. She wanted to let her know that she felt the same! Or at least that she couldn't stop thinking about Momo even after Nejire pinned her to the bed and kissed her. All she could think about was Momo Momo Momo.
How Momo laughed when she was happy.
How Momo laughed when she was nervous.
That gentle swoop of her hair whenever she wasn't sure of herself.
The way she sang in the shower when she thought no one would hear her.
"I want to touch her boobs."
"Whoops!" Nejire's laughter broke Izumi from her stance as she saw her senpai in full hero regalia floating down beside her. "I didn't think I'd break you that much Izumi."
"Not broken," Izumi let out a content sigh and a light shiver. "Just...uhhh." she leaned back and looked at Nejire again. "What am I again?"
"Horny?"
"No! Wait. Maybe."
Nejire laughed and then moved to sit onto Izumi's broom that was floating a few feet off the ground. "I'm kind of jealous, you know."
"What? Why?" Izumi flailed her arms as she sat up. They were supposed to be going on patrol soon, but Ryukyu hadn't shown up yet. Actually, Izumi had pretty much been lost in thought and arrived an hour early at the rooftop. "You seem so—"
"Experienced?" Nejire kicked her legs and pushed some of her hair back back behind her hair and shrugged. "Maybe, I guess, but it's not like I've ever had what you have."
"What's that?" Izumi pointed at her broomstick, careful not to send it and Nejire flying. "Because we can get you a broomstick."
"Love you goofball." Nejire had an almost sad look on her face. "I mean, I've been in a relationship before." Nejire let go of the broom and floated to her feet, hands behind her back. "I've been in a lot, but none really lasted. I mean they were fun and all, but, I want something more, something meaningful."
"Nejire."
What could she say to that?
She had zero experience with relationships, and was days away from entering one with Momo. She wanted to help Nejire, but how?
"Ehh," Nejire flapped her arms and spun over to Izumi in the blink of an eye. One hand was wrapped around Izumi's waist, another was grabbing Izumi's hand as they spun on the ceiling for a few moments in a dance of laughter. They stopped, Izumi nearly falling over as Nejire supported her in the mother of all dips. This was just like last night. The closeness. The painful closeness that was followed by a kiss and the tender beating heart shared between them.
Nejire's smile was mischievous and filled with an endless allure. "It's not too bad though. Being single means I get to join you and Momo whenever I want."
"Oh." Her legs were jello.
Nejire let out another laugh and helped Izumi stand on her own two feet. "You're too easy Izumi. Besides, I have a feeling it'll be up to Momo on how much I'm involved. Even if it'll be super duper fun to show you guys everything."
Everything?
What did everything mean?
What could Nejire show them?
What would Momo's response to this be?
What would happen if they were all naked in the same place?
That's a lot of thiccness.
Like.
A lot.
How much tiddy was that?
How much tummy was that?
Holy shit she was gay as hell!
How did she not notice this before?
Did Nejire really use lesbomancy on her?
Wait, no she was already thinking about Momo's lips before Nejire had kissed her.
Nejire snapped her fingers and let out another cute giggle. "Stop breaking, Izumi, we do have to go on patrol soon!"
"Right, uhh, sorry."
"Don't worry about it. You're just coming to terms with yourself right?"
Izumi nodded.
"Then it's fine. And it'll be like, super awesome if you can like, push all that stuff away when you're doing hero stuff! I think that's important and stuff!" Nejire bounced up and grabbed Izumi's hands again. "Hey, hey, I got an idea! When you guys graduate, we should start our own agency! I bet we could do a lot of great stuff!"
Izumi could only smile and nod at that idea.
As though to puncture this moment with an exclamation mark, both of them were drawn to a sudden panic that tore the waning twilight of day. A pillar of smoke emerged from some of those large buildings.
Nejire acted first, blasting off with the same level of ease that she always had. Izumi followed behind her, broom at the ready.
An apartment building had caught fire; flames erupted from one of the apartments in the middle of the building and were quickly spreading from room to room. There were people stuck inside.
Her training in the USJ and the class Thirteen-sensei had given them on fire science snapped into the front of her mind.
Fire rose.
The people on the top floor might be stuck.
"Izumi!" The communication device in her ear nearly peaked as Ryukyu's draconic voice boomed through, "Stay back, you're too inexperienced to—"
A scream came from the top floor.
"Sorry!" Izumi shouted and took off on her broom once more. "I can help them!"
"Izumi! Guh!" Ryukyu's draconic form flew past her and towards the burning part of the building. "Don't make me scold you!"
She knew why Ryukyu was against her helping.
Most of her thought it was stupid.
Part of her.
A small.
Insignificant sliver.
Agreed.
Don't mess up.
Don't mess up.
She had spells just for this.
"Nejire! The smoke!"
"On it!"
A blast dispersed the smoke for just a moment, giving Izumi a clear view inside to the woman and child that were trapped in their apartment, a wall of flame cutting off their escape. The kid was crying.
"I want you to be careful with this rune, Izumi," Nezu's voice sounded in her ears. The memory of him sliding a folded piece of paper along the desk seemed more important than the rune itself. "It's going to be a powerful tool going forward, but it is incredibly dangerous. This targeting rune should let you—"
Person. Barrier. Sphere. Pull.
A barrier appeared around the woman engulfing both her and her child before pulling them towards Izumi's outstretched hand.
When targeting a person directly with her quirk, there were so many things that could go wrong. But this spell was going to help her save so many people in the future.
Izumi led them down towards the ground; her pull rune only allowed her to bring things to her hand like they were drawn by an invisible rope.
"Thank you so much," the woman said, still clutching her child.
"No—" More screams came from the building and Izumi lept into action once again.
Twenty two spheres filled with people and pets later, the rescue was complete, and the firefighters were able to save most of the building.
XXXX
"Izumi." Ryukyu's voice wasn't harsh, just frustrated. She paced in front of the couch that was in the common room of Ryukyu's agency and kept saying her name over and over. Ryukyu took a deep breath and then glared at Izumi for all of three seconds before her shoulders slumped. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to scold you when you did so good?"
"Uhhhh," Izumi bumped her broom against her knees. "Am I in trouble?"
"No." Ryukyu grunted and started to pace again. "Maybe? I don't know, this is why I normally don't take first years. You're so inexperienced, and you don't listen. And you didn't listen, which is a problem, but, you also saved a bunch of people, so just, guh, Nejire!"
"What Ryukyu is trying to say is that you did a good job and that she's proud of you, but she can't say that because you're still a student without a license and you're not supposed to be doing actually heroic stuff yet!" Nejire clapped her hands and finished with a bright smile. "Is that right?"
Ryukyu let her head drop and pointed towards Nejire. "What she said."
"Yay!" Nejire jumped for joy.
Izumi blinked and then looked towards her hat, still sitting on the couch where she had left it. "I don't regret doing what I did."
"No one is saying what you did was bad." Ryukyu straightened her back. "I think you did a great job and you knew exactly what to do. You were calm in a crisis, which is more than I can say for most pros I've worked with. But you weren't supposed to, and just, guh! Why is it so hard to scold you! You didn't even put yourself in danger!"
"Umm, Ryukyu, did you not want to scold me because you like me, or because you're bad at it?"
Ryukyu made a cute, angry, and ever-so-slightly draconic noise before she fell back down onto the couch with a huff. "Both." A moment of silence crossed the room. "You did a good job, and you've earned my trust tonight. Just, if anyone at U.A. asks, tell them you were following my orders. It's less of a headache for both of us that way."
Izumi gave a thumbs up and felt great about herself for the rest of her internship with Ryukyu.
AN: (Reminder I am under no obligation to follow canon in anyway shape or form)
Also, to clarify the pairing. This is an IzuMomo fic. They are the main pairing. The other girls might be eluded to joining in once in a while but at the end of the day that's fun and not a part of their actual relationship.