Katsuki considered many things holy.

The Buddhist temples.

New Years Eve.

His girl's dripping wet pussy.

What can he say, he's a religious guy.

And he was on the verge of making her cum deliciously on his lips when her phone rang. And like the little shit she was, she answered.

"Hey, Iida-kun," she answered brightly as if Katsuki hadn't spent the better part of an hour eating her out. As if he wasn't still eating her out. "Oh, I see," she smiled cheekily at her boyfriend, who settled for a bite on her inner thigh. He was absolutely drenched in cum.

But he had a rule - one orgasm on his fingers, one on his mouth and one on his dick. That's how it went whenever they had time to fool around this long, which was increasingly rare even if they lived together. Her job as a first responder had her working weird hours.

While Ochako really wanted to listen to Iida blabbering about how he thought he was being weird and coming on too strong with his new friendship, her boyfriend lost patience and bit harder. She knew that answering the phone would only making him more keen on pleasing her, so she did.

He went back to licking her like a kitten.

No fair. That always made Ochako squirm and want to close her legs. He held them open, lapping at her juices like he was thirsty for them. Slowly he went back to suckling the sensitive skin, feeling more than seeing her hairs stand on end with the shudder that rocked her body.

"A-And you're thinking of doing what?" she asked breathlessly, fingers already tangling in blond locks to edge him to go faster, to suck harder. Iida's concerned voice recounted his plan to go to the restaurant again, but feared he'd be creepy in doing so without invitation.

Ochako smiled as Katsuki hit her spot. She bit hard on her lower lip to avoid moaning on the phone. "Just ASK, Iida-ahn."

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" her friend innocently worried while she convulsed through an earth-shattering orgasm, amplified by her need of being silent.

She took long, shuddering breaths as she stopped fisting Bakugou's poor hair. "No, just moving stuff around. Dropped something on my pinky."

"Ouch," he replied sympathetically.

"Yeah," she giggled, fucked silly. "Ouch."

Katsuki was removing his boxers and pumping his dick.

Brown eyes widened at the sight. "Look, Iida, I gotta go. But do like I said; don't surprise her. Just ask. You have her number, right?"

He agreed and let her go, so when Bakugou was slipping on the condom she was free. "Fucking finally," he muttered, kissing her deeply.

Uraraka could taste herself all over his face; his cheeks were moist, his mouth completely ravished. When he pushed inside, it slid so easily that both moaned.

"You filthy exhibitionist," he accused in a low voice.

"Hmmm," Ochako's eyes rolled back in satisfaction. "Only with you, baby."

Texting Camie was rolling dice. Very unintelligible, very hip dice.

Iida had to admit she was gorgeous, and maybe precisely because of that he knew she was out of his league. A girl as experienced and popular-looking as her would never look his way twice. But he wasn't necessarily interested in her like that, either; she made him nervous, yes, since she was direct and also completely out of his tiny square world. But she also excited him and egged him on without even meaning to; he wanted to befriend her, step out of his comfort zone for her. She was uncommonly interesting.

So he did text her after all.

He asked if it would be okay to come by the Suzuki Restaurant one of these days, so they could catch up on her process. Colleges opened up for applications in a couple of months after all, and in Iida's mind that meant she had to have everything ready yesterday.

Camie was surprised by his attempt of being caszh. 1 of these days? She couldn't help but reply with a grin. arent u mr planning?

Iida bristled at his phone before typing. I am most sorry, Utsushimi-san. You are correct. I will be there tomorrow between 12h15 and 12h30.

Camie giggled as she locked her phone. Then her face slowly morphed into a pout as she stared at the costumes hanging on the dresser. Most of the other dancers were already on stage, and her shift started in a few minutes.

She didn't feel like taking a client today.

She also needed to give in her notice; but only as soon as she got accepted into her course of choice. Camie didn't think about "if" she got in anymore, maybe because this bulky nerd showed up at both her jobs. Tenya was so adamant – but, most of all excited – about her going back to school that she just kind of went along with his blind faith that she'd get in.

She changed into her outfit of choice and went out to serve drinks. She looked forward to lunch tomorrow. It wasn't always that a guy was so passionate about her personal projects, especially if he hadn't gotten into her pants yet. And in Iida's case, she had offered and he hadn't wanted to.

Her self-esteem wasn't an inch bothered by that, of course, but still it was surprising. He was just too polite, it seemed, to take her up on her offer. It just looked like he was the type to not want anything with sex workers since they were paid to do that; maybe he wanted to get to know her first, and make her want to fuck him…

Yeah, right, Camie rolled her eyes as a drunk groped her ass. She swallowed a retort and walked away from that particular table.

As if men were interested in anything else other than sex. What did she seriously expect? Genuine attraction before jumping into bed with someone? An interest in her personality and goals? Someone who looked past her boobs?

A relationship?

She had to laugh. Being a sex worker kind of put her off to dating. A few years in the business and she had her hopes up and heart broken too many times. She either met someone outside the club and they left her when she disclosed what she did, or she dated someone she knew from stripping and they treated her like a whore after the alcohol wore off.

She was sick of empty promises and fat wallets. Even sicker of people who judged her for what she did. So it was easier to just get through another night, another week, another month. Putting off college wasn't doing her any good, either. So she might as well get her application done the day after at lunch.

"There's no way they need this much shit," she cursed softly under her breath as caramel eyes scanned the requirements for an application at the lunch table. She had made the same agreement as before with Haru-chan, getting a half hour to get lunch with Tenya to go over the papers he brought.

Iida scrunch up his eyebrows in sympathy. "I can help you if you want," he offered at her distress.

She sighed. "Honestly, like, why do they need my grades from high school?"

Before Tenya could reply, Camie interrupted:

"Wait, do they need to see joints I worked at?"

Iida shook his head, "No, there is no need to present a resumé. You should focus on getting your grades and studying, because they apply a test."

At her crestfallen face, Iida panicked and leaned forward, taking her displayed hand on the top of the table. "Not to worry, Utsushimi-san. It's a simple test, for high-schoolers who just graduated. You will only need some revising, I promise."

And then he squeezed her hand in comfort.

And Camie kind of had an immediate silly crush on him. Who was she kidding? He came up with stuff for her to do to achieve her dream and then immediately softened the blows, offering help or removing the obstacles entirely.

And he was cute. And big and strong at the same time. She could bet he was an absolute monster in bed once coaxed properly.

Okay, she blinked back into her reality. One where Tenya was still, regrettably, fully clothed.

"Thanks, dude," Camie offered a smile back, and she could swear his blue eyes flitted to her full lips for a millisecond before squeezing her hand again and pulling back.

"Anything you need," he assured, adjusting his glasses on his nose, and before a blush could form on his cheeks, Suzuki-chan let Camie know their dishes were ready.

She rushed away and came back with their plates, and he helped her make lists of everything she needed, organized by where she'd find them at; documents back at her parents' house, stuff she had at her own place, things she needed from her old high school, and books she needed to study in order to pass the exam.

Now equipped with four different bullet lists and feeling much less daunted by the whole ordeal, Camie finished lunch with a lighter heart.

"You're serving me such friendship realness right now."

Iida frowned, about to ask when she shook her head with a smile.

"I meant thanks, Tenya."

"Oh." He shrugged, a little embarrassed when she used his given name like always. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, but like," she insisted with narrowed eyes. "I have to make it up to you somehow."

"T-There's really no need." He was slowly reddening, and Camie loved that she made a grown ass man lose his bearings like that. Either Tenya was painfully inexperienced in flirting, or he was shamefully not hit on enough.

"Tell me what you want," she jutted out her cute lower lip, one foot raising from the ground to touch along his leg, across from hers. "C'mon."

"A-ah!" He sat up straight as soon as he felt her shoe poke his pants, and Camie could swear she saw even his perfect hair tremble in fear. "I! You, Utsushimi-san, you…" Blue eyes looked sideways, as if searching for ideas. "You would not let me pay lunch the other day! So it's all…good…"

"Yeah," she conceded, leaning forward on the table, knowing the surface squished her boobs and made them look fuller to whoever sat across from her. "But that was, like, totally Suzuki-chan's idea."

"It's, it's good enough for me, I assure you."

She grinned, leaning back, foot behaved and all. "If you say so."

"I do."

Suzuki-chan let him pay after much pestering that day.

It turned out she wasn't thinking about him constantly just because he was a decent man. Camie knew that was the least she should expect from anyone she had a relationship with, be it friends or something else…

Nope, she was thinking about him because the stupid nerd had to come over the restaurant on a Saturday for brunch. They had scheduled an encounter to go over what she'd need to study for the test, since Tenya had gone through the trouble of printing the tests from previous years and map out the most frequent subjects.

That wasn't the issue, though.

He came in gym shorts, running shoes and sweat that made his skin glisten and shirt cling to his very much apparent abs.

Camie just blinked for, like, ten full seconds until she noticed he was wearing contacts too. Fuck, had his eyes always been that blue?

"Utsushimi-san," he smiled shyly upon making eye contact. "I apologize, but on Saturdays I run track, so…"

He trailed off and Camie just unconsciously wet her lips.

"Utsushimi-san?" Iida frowned upon noticing her glossed over eyes, like she was seeing right through him, mind a million miles away.

"Huh?" She snapped back to reality, trying not to think of how badly she needed to get him out of those clothes and into a shower, rub his entire body with soap and let him fuck her against the bathroom tiles.

"I apologized for my lack of dress code," he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "As I said, on Saturdays I usually run…" his voice trailed off into mumbles in her mind again as she stared deeply into his eyes. The thick-framed glasses kept her from staring too hard before, but she really would not mind that face glasses-free, maybe staring intently at her as if he wanted to eat her whole?

And really, he looked nice and smart in a suit. The kind she could introduce to her parents and get an immediate and hearty approval.

But in those shorts? His toned legs showing, strong thighs that could probably lift her with her sitting on his –

"Utsushimi-san?" He asked again, and this time she yelped in surprise and forced herself to pinch her arm in order to snap back into attentive mode.

"I'm totally sorry, Tenya," she blinked quickly, trying to think of an excuse. "I was just…thinking about something."

He frowned in apparent worry. "We can go over the material today. It will be much less daunting once we set up the major themes, you'll see."

She bit her lip in guilt. Camie really needed to focus on the help he was offering, not on what she wanted to offer to him.

"I know, man," she pulled her hair up into a messy bun. "Thanks a lot. You're really six thirty."

"A… A what?"

"Like, down like six thirty," she explained. "Ariana Grande?"

"Who?"

That put her out of her spell a little bit. Tenya was still a giant nerd, and she was still a gorgeous and confident woman who could make his shy ass stutter any day of the week.

Except on Saturdays. She might need a little more time on those specific days.

She smiled fully. "You know, you look really handsome without your glasses."

Iida just blinked and sputtered a kind of embarrassed thank you.

"Not that you don't look cute usually," she conceded. "It's just, you're giving me very fine vibes today, when usually you're PG-13. You feel?"

"I… I feel, yes," he nodded slowly even without understanding. Behind him, he heard Suzuki-san snorting. The old man disguised it with a cough.

She grinned, back in control of the interaction.

He brought markers and they went over the material together on her break. Too soon, their study date was over and she went home thinking about that kindness, those eyes…

And, okay, who was she kidding? Those sweaty abs too.

With the test date approaching, she texted Tenya more often. She sent funny ass memes, to which he always replied "LOL."

Yes, with a period.

She sent questions about the most various subjects, to which he responded with audio messages she saved to her phone, because he had a sexy voice whenever he lowered it to respond to her in public.

And she sent selfies of her looking exhausted between books, sometimes making a cute pouty face for good measure.

To which he always replied "Keep up the good work!"

Yes, with an exclamation point.

Camie could honestly say she never went through something similar; her being actually remotely interested in someone who never tried to make a move on her? Unheard of. People usually caught her glancing in their direction and made an effort to flirt, to which she responded accordingly and so it went.

She didn't know if he was playing hard to get, just super shy or completely bat-shit crazy oblivious. Because Camie had a really well functioning gaydar, and that wasn't the case with Tenya. He always seemed interested in her, but much too…prudish? Maybe that was the word? To do anything about it…

So one fine Tuesday, when he showed up in his suit and with his case in hand, smiling politely at the staff as he entered Suzuki Restaurant, she just put her hands on her apron-tied hips and tapped her foot against the floor:

"So, when are ya asking me out on an official date?"

To which Iida, of course, choked so hard Suzuki-chan had to fetch him a glass of water.