A Holiday to Remember

by Fortress H

Winter break is upon the students of U.A., and spirits are at an all time high for class 3-A as they prep for their final high school winter holiday. But before returning from her week long work-study, Kyoka hears some INSENSITIVE things about HER Izuku, and that served as the catalyst that would make this holiday their most cherished memory. (Romance, jokes, fluff, NSFW etc.)

1. Prologue: Before it all Starts

I've made a huge mistake.

That phrase embodied Kyoka for an entire fucking week.

Because at first, when she was approached for a seven day Hero Work-Study with Gang Orca, she was completely cool with volunteering. It was only for a week after all, and appropriately, it was a week that was prior to the winter break, and so Kyoka believed that the experience would be even more rewarding once it was all over.

And… sure. Maybe it would be that way once she was home. Maybe things would turn out well. Maybe it would all be worth it-

IT WAS NOT. FUCKING. WORTH IT.

She jinxed herself. The entire mutliverse had punished Kyoka and her idiocy for somehow thinking that spending seven days away from her cute, nerdy, burning hot- HUNKY STUD of a man would be alright, and because of her poor decision making, she discovered during those seven days/points how she was truly, hopelessly in love with Izuku Mido-fucking-riya.

Strenuous, starved, lonely, completely and frustratingly horny; all sorts of negative adjectives summed up how Kyoka felt without Izuku up until now. She could not relax knowing she'd be in bed alone, she felt like she was going through literal withdrawal symptoms without Izuku there to at least touch her, she felt scarily lonely even when she spoke and texted with Izuku on the phone for hours, and she could NOT get out a decent orgasm out of herself no matter how hard she tried and now matter how hard she worked the damn toys she brought along and bought.

It was genuinely terrifying; Izuku not being right there with her, not even within close proximity with her. They were so far apart now, and the intense longing she already felt for him on the daily continuously grew to new, scary lengths.

...

…Thankfully, the tortuousdays that she stupidly signed up for were coming to an end, and all that she needed to do now, other than pack up her things back at the hotel Orca rented for her and then trek on back to class 3-A's dorms, was the tour she needed to attend with Orca and a few fellow students in Momo, Mezo, Kamakiri and Kuroiro.

It was something relating to I-Island's engineers making advancements to hero-related gear and them wanting to have Orca and Uwabami sponsor them, and so while the pros talked business, five tickets were provided to the interning students, resulting in Momo and Kuroiro joining with Kyoka and her fellow interns-

Kyoka didn't care for any of the specifics.

At all.

…

…

…

BUT.

There was something that she cared about immensely.

Something that really, really, REALLY PISSED HER OFF.

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"So a half an hour tour here, a walk back to our interns, a walk back to the dorms, and it'll all be over… finally."

Kyoka sighed with a scary underlying growl, closing her strained eyes at the same time.

The five seniors of U.A. High School, dressed in their heroic costumes, approached the pavilion atop the tall hills of Musutafu.

"Everything a-okay, Jack Ears?" Kamakiri called next to her.

Kyoka opened one of her eyelids and glanced at the mantis-mutated student next to her.

Kamikiri was two major things; a darn close friend for Izuku since two and half years prior and Gang Orca fanboy which led to them interning together. Both of which earned some good marks in Kyoka's perspective of him.

She waved him off with a tired frown. "All good. It's just… it's been a long week for me, honestly."

"Huh… is it safe to guess that it involves being away from your green vegetable head?" Kyoka could hear the teasing in his tone.

'It completely involves him for total accuracy.' Kyoka lazily and internally corrected with a begrudging nod and another exasperated sigh.

A scrunched up and tired scowl appeared on her face soon after as an internal monologue began to rave.

'Seriously! I'm supposed to be among the top ten smartest students in the damn class; a girl capable of taking down tanks like frigging Krishima. SO WHERE WAS MY BRAIN WHEN I SIGNED UP FOR A WEEK WITHOUT IZUKU?! Oh, lemme just stay away from my literal F.I.L.F. boyfriend who has turned me into a completely hopeless girly girl and fucking starve myself of… w-well, EVERYTHING about him! That's a good idea! YEAH RIGHT- LOOK AT ME NOW! Me, Kyoka Jiro, the strong and independent Earphone Jack, am now a fucking mess after ONE WEEK AWAY?!'

Kamakiri rose a curious brow and stared at the twitching, seemingly infuriated purplette with a scrutinizing gaze. And Kuroiro for some inexplicable reason was doing his damn best to not burst out laughing, covering his mouth and sniggering uncontrollably as he gave brief glances to his phone.

Before her snowballing and raunchy mental rant could somehow escalate into Midoriya levels of mental gear grinding, Momo noticed Kyoka's tense features; her grinded teeth, her aching and narrowed eyes and her trembling fist. Momo briefly gazed at her dear friend with a slight sympathetic smile before it turned into a big and enthusiastic one.

"Kyoka!" Momo called and grasped her shoulder.

"Huh?" Kyoka snapped out of her deep thoughts and glanced at Momo confusedly. "Y-Yeah? What's up?"

Momo started with an encouraging look and then with a pumped fist. "This tour won't take long and neither will our trip back to U.A.! So hold strong for just a bit longer!"

"... Yeah… yeah, that's pretty darn true." The rockstar grinned a little at that statement, and she sighed again.

Just like that, with a little reminder and a calm exhale, she bounced back, putting on her own slightly enthused look and gazing right at the pavilion in her sights. With a bit more vigor in her steps, Kyoka moved ahead, walking towards the facility ahead of any of the students behind her.

"Alright then, fine. Let's do this, and let's make it quick because this week has been garbage and I want out as quick as possible! So move, troop!"

"Yes, ma'am." Momo and Mezo responded positively and followed right after her, Momo showing enthusiasm and Mezo mildly curious.

Kamakiri was left with Kuroiro as he viewed the entire pavilion from his standpoint, marveling at it and letting out an impressed whistle because of the pleasant sight.

"Keke- pfft, hehehehe!"

"Hm?" Kamakiri perked up and hummed when he heard Kuroiro release his contained chuckles next to him. He gave him a side-ways stare and raised a questioning brow. "The hell's with you, dude?"

"Ohoho, it's nothing major, my dear mantis friend." Kuroiro waved his hand and grinned broadly.

Kamakiri squinted his eyes and grinned back. "You know full well that no one is gonna believe you with a smirk and tone like that."

"You are right, indeed." Kurioro responded and nodded slyly. Without anymore playing around, Kuroiro brought up the phone in his hand and his mischievous grin grew. "I simply decided to withhold some… trivial info from our dear rivals about what they may see while they look around. I truly believe they will be surprised with what they might find inside."

"The heck do you want them to be surprised about?" Kamakiri wondered as he leaned in and examined the screen he was shown.

First thing Kamakiri saw was… images of Izuku?

"Okay. Already super weird and giving me all sorts of strange ideas."

He saw images of his fellow student of green that ranged from casual photos to images and clips of him in action. Then Kamakiri saw the brand name and logo of a technological company that he could give less of a crap about. And then he saw-

…

…

...

Kamakiri blinked a ton.

"Oh… wow."

"KEHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAH!"

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The pavilion tour was... solid.

The group was given the chance to view a lot of new tech, each and every invention was unique in the purpose they served. And while some of the stuff she got to look at was "meh" to her, there was other stuff that was pretty neat and innovative.

But (obviously) not a single machine or gadget present was distracting enough.

All of them were missing a component that would make her actually care to stare, and Kyoka was sure that the Hatsume girl from the Support Department would try to turn her into a modern man on a crucifix for saying something so offensive. And she wouldn't give a single shit as her jacks jabbed her.

Like… none of the items here had a mop of green, unruly and fluffy hair that was like a drug to the touch.

Or a pair of beautifully round eyes with jade irises that brought out Kyoka's dragon-like greed.

Or a face that was somehow unmatched levels of handsome and cute at the same time, frosted with a distinct amount of freckles that she could always kiss, lick, and/or taste whenever and however much she wanted to.

They lacked an unironically dopetenor voice that could go on (cute) word marathons and guide her through her insecurities to make her feel like one powerful and sexy woman AND perform covers of her favorite songs on Montage Rock and Rise Records and put them to shame.

And (although probably not the most important), nothing here had a flesh composed adonis bode that was sculpted to perfection and for the gods to inevitably envy, accompanied with a absolutely void filling, thought erasing, crave inducing, bitchbreaking di-

'Sorry to all you scientists and inventors, but for today and the rest of the following days to pass, my attention will always be elsewhere...' Kyoka aloofly stated to herself as she glanced at the demonic looking mech-suit she was striding past.

Shrugging her shoulders and dismissing the invention in a flash, Kyoka moved past the window to the mech suit she observed, placing her hands behind her head as she strode forward towards the hallway ahead.

"Never thought I'd find such advanced sextuple arm gauntlets. I've underestimated I-Island's engineers." Mezo commented as he and Momo moved past the gadgets on display in the room behind them.

"Fufu, indeed you have, Shoji-kun." Momo remarked with a stifled giggled. "We are dealing with some of the best scientists and inventors there are, afterall! I'm quite sure that there's nothing that they can't think of and make-!"

"Well, they didn't invent something that makes me wanna stay."

"Hm?" Momo and Mezo jolted in unison and averted their eyes to Kyoka walking up to them.

"O-oh, you're not interested in anything, Kyoka?" Momo asked, perplexed that the rockstar had not found anything that completely caught her eye.

"Nope." Kyoka replied with a pop of the "p". She used one of her earphone jacks to wave at Momo. "I mean, don't get me wrong, all of this is state-of-the-art, future-esque, all that junk. But none of it is really distracting me from who I really want to see."

"I… see." Momo was initially put off by Kyoka's blatant disinterest, but then she smiled a bit teasingly at her. "Midoriya must have been invading your mind this entire week, huh?"

Kyoka deadpanned at her and had an immediate counter. "And who was the one vividly dreaming candy-cane dreams up until now?"

"Urk-!" Momo flinched and blushed immensely. Kyoka was right on the mark and she had nothing to offer in terms of retaliation.

"Hmmmmmm?" Kyoka hummed and stared into a pair of deep black eyes.

"U-uh… well, I-"

"Exactly." Kyoka grinned smugly. She moved ahead of them, her lopsided and smug smirk remaining on her face as she motioned for an amused, chuckling Mezo and an embarrassed and pouting Momo to follow her. "Come on now, Mrs. Claus. Once we wrap this up we'll both have plenty of time for our men waiting at home-"

"What the actual SHIT?! It IS real!"

The three students of Class 3-A jolted and came to a halt at the laughs turned breath stealing wheezes of Kuroiro and the disbelieving exclaim of Kamakiri, both of them in front of their views, standing outside the open door to a room with no windows.

Kyoka stared at them with estranged interest. "Uh… what's got your attention and is not letting go?"

Kuroiro whipped his head around and gave her a grin that held a strange amount of anxiousness. "Maiden of sound, we have made a discovery that is bound to get a rise out of you!"

"What he means to say is that you needto see what's in here." Kamakiri corrected his verbose shadow-themed friend while pointing at the inside of the room.

"The heck is so interesting about what's inside…?" Kyoka wondered, and with a confused and curious look, she along with Momo and Mezo moved towards the two Class 3-B students.

Kuroiro's sniggered heavily as they approached and Kamakiri moved away from the door, a complete look of bewilderment on his face.

"We're this close to the end and you guys choose now to act weird?" Kyoka remarked dryly and sarcastically, giving them a dead look. She released a sigh and peered into the room. "What's so special about what's in here anywa-"

Being a heroine in training, Kyoka has seen some things. Bizarre and physics-defying Quirks, terrifying villains, and stuff straight out of the comic books, manga, and manhwa. Up until now, she was so sure she had seen it all and could not be baffled by anything anymore. But what she saw when she poked her head through the door made her go completely stiff. Her lips puckered, her eyes grew to the size of pie plates, and one thought went through her mind.

'What... the fuck... am I seeing?'

Momo and Mezo had looked into the room soon after, and as one would, they also gaped as they gave heavy stares at the singular, mind-boggling invention inside of the room.

"Yes, you are not going crazy- this is real life!" Kamakiri reaffirmed with a subtle, amused grin because of their reactions.

First things they saw were first; the room itself was circular in form, bright and white lights glared from the ceiling and reflected off the white paint of the curved wall, and adorning said wall were flat screens, all of them temporarily displaying nothing but blank white.

But those were just the minor details that everyone took in.

Because the real eye catcher, the thing that metaphorically ripped their eyes out and glued them onto itself, was the machine in the middle.

The machine being held up by steel wires that were attached to the cranes on the ceiling.

A. Machine. Model. Of. Fucking. Izuku.

"Nani…?" Mezo breathed out, completely perplexed andamazed.

It was just about a perfect representation of what Izuku would look like as a robot, sans a few inorganic implements that replaced some of the organic features. The model captured Izuku as he is now in his young adult age; everything from his facial features, to the sculpt of his hard earned muscular body build, and even the way his hair was usually molded. The points where they differed in form being the single stereo speaker that acted as the robot's mouth and the angular eyes that went against Izuku's round ones.

The silver sculpture was even equipped with metal composed copies of all of the clothing and equipment that came with Izuku's modern hero costume. All of the robot was unpainted, it's clean silver composition of metal gleaming under the bright lights above. Mirrored seam lines ran across every part of its mechanical constitution, and the only other color that appeared were a few accents of red located on the metal "clothing", and of course, the armoured boots were red as well.

"Okay, it's definitely not far from fetched to say that I have seen some homages to Izuku." Kyoka stated, her tone dripped with incredulousness as major as the size of her eyes, "But this… this is topping ALL of them!"

"You think?" Kamakiri questioned with a sarcastic smirk, moving his eyes up and down the metal Midoriya.

Momo was much the same as Kyoka with how she was reacting to the mechanical copy of Midoriya; completely jaw-dropped, amazed and somewhat disturbed with the contraption. Mezo was of a similar state as he circled around the metal human, but he was visibly struggling to show how he wanted to feel about this out of nowhere discovery.

The duet of emotions currently running around Kyoka's heart were taking turns in being center stage; baffled because of this machine-Izuku replica even existing and then confusion as to why the robot she was examining was made in the first place.

But then things were left on a more positive note when Kyoka smiled, her feelings left on impressed and... oddly happy. Impressed because I-Island's inventors were able to construct something of this magnitude and happy that someone in the world was presumably a big fan of Izuku and made something so grand to represent that.

"Here at Nisshoku Engineering-"

"Huh?!" The students in the room flinched and jumped when a somewhat automated female voice suddenly made themselves known. Everyone pivoted on their heels and turned to the once blank white screen west of the room.

There were two things on the giant flat screen now; moving soundwave patterns coloured a light-red that represented the automated voice, and a watery image that eventually formed the kanji "日食" in a fancy, calligraphy font.

"- we are always looking to push the competition in terms of automatic devices that would help to end villainy, and right now, we are in the process of developing a machine that will do just that."

"So it's an homage and it serves a practical purpose…" Kyoka murmured to herself, grinning and stealing another brief glance at the robotic Izuku.

The senior students of U.A. paid attention as a new image appeared on the giant screen; an image of the mechanical Izuku's head followed by a name with the same calligraphy font.

"Introducing Dekiru. The machine representative of all of Nisshoku's ambitions, and the automaton that will one day serve to protect the world." The light-red soundwave patterns rose and fell as the voice spoke.

"Dekiru, huh?" Mezo said, interested in how the name contrasted with Izuku's hero name.

"Not a bad call for the name. Although, it definitely doesn't roll off the tongue as well as "Deku" does." Kyoka smirked aloofly, placing her hands on her hips.

"Mm hm." Kamakiri agreed and nodded with crossed arms.

Momo smiled brightly. "Once again, I-Island's inventors pushed our expectations farther than we could ever imagine."

"Yeah…" Mezo concurred.

All of the senior students were showing their appreciation and their impressions in the aptly named Dekiru... except one.

Kuroiro was still keeping up his anxious grin, mischievously rubbing his hands together as his gaze stayed on the heroine with long purple hair and long earlobes.

The automated voice kept going on and on with its exposition on Nisshoku and Dekiru, and naturally, the interest Kyoka had in both expired. Try as one might, no image, replica, or reminder of green's human form could ever be as good as the real man; in front of Kyoka for her to see, hear and touch.

"Well, this has definitely been one hell of a cool bombshell, but I think this pretty much wraps up our stay here." Kyoka announced, turning on the ball of her heel and heading towards the door.

Mezo formed an eye on one of his six arms and it viewed Kyoka's retreating form. "Not even something like this is enough to keep you here a little longer?"

"Not even." Kyoka remarked with a bit of snark and a smug grin appeared as she left. "This may have been a fun surprise, but I don't have a lot of reason to stay when Deku himself is sitting in the confines of our dorms. Waiting for me. So peace."

With a flick of her wrist, flashing a peace sign with her fingers, Kyoka went to the door that stood in between her and the forest she wanted to get lost in, and with their exploration finally over, she felt as if nothing was capable of halting her anymore-

"Dekiru; inspired by Deku…"

Kuroiro's smile was that of a slashing maniac.

"But BETTER in every way."

SQUEAK.

…

…

…

The sound of a hay straw touching the ground could be heard in the silence that reigned after Kyoka stopped moving, her boots squeaking against the marbled floor as she skidded to a halt.

Mezo and his four pairs of wide and veiny eyes whipped around, gluing themselves onto the west screen as he displayed all of his apall.

Momo looked as if she had completely frozen over, and as the realization of what she heard registered, the head of 3-A's vice-class president creaked as Momo fearfully rotated it to see Kyoka's reaction.

"I'm sorry-"

A pair of ear jacks were plugged into a pair of amplifiers.

And with all her might-

"WWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"

Birds, squirrels and cicadas fled the trees surrounding the establishment, the vegetation itself shook and trembled, and the building surrounding them had shaken with the combined blast of Kyoka's own scream and her heartbeat booming through her wrist mounted gadgets.

"Ah, I was hoping for it to be a bunch of bullshit…" Kamakiri muttered while picking his ringing ears, disappointed with the fact that the blatant insults he read prior were being announced.

"PFFFFFFFFFT- HAAAAAAAAHAHAHA!" Kuroiro sputtered into laughter, his blaring voice bouncing around the flat and round surfaces around him.

"Kyoka, hold on now!" Momo pleaded, shifting ahead of a stomping Kyoka who had her target for complete and total demolition in sight.

"Jiro, I truly do believe that you need to calm down." Mezo said with his many arms acting as ironically feeble walls.

"I'm perfectly calm, dude… Have you met me at all? You should know me well enough to see that I'm always zen." Kyoka replied, and to her credit, her voice was surprisingly level.

Of course, contradicting her calm claim was the fear-inducing glare she was giving mechanical Izuku, the heated intensity of her eyes making any of the most powerful laser Quirks look like mini flashlights when compared.

"You are the furthest thing from zen right now!" Momo yelled and rapidly waved her arms in front of her in a panic. "Kyoka please! W-we can avoid issues and resolve this… relatively horrendous slander in a civilized way if you just keep calm and do not touch!"

Kyoka forcibly moved them both out of the way.

"I'm calm! I. Am. Calm!"

Momo nearly shrieked when Kyoka reached up and gripped the metal neck of the robotic replica, and everyone present swore they could hear metal creaking.

"Look at me, am I even touching it? I'm just barely touching the damn thing, aren't I?!" Kyoka screamed, not even recognizing, let alone caring, about her contradicting actions.

"Oh no…! No...!" Momo squealed, the nervousness eating her up as thoughts of the reprimands coming later popped in her mind and made her stomach rumble.

"So it all started with... the Deku!"

Everyone reacted again when a new voice, this time an organic one, started on the screen behind Dekiru.

And like moths to a flame, more voices followed suit, and added to the fire that was Kyoka's unbridled fury.

""We can do better" - was the only idea we needed upon seeing the work Deku has done."

"Honestly, once we're through with Dekiru's development, Deku is gonna be getting its original meaning back."

"It may sound arrogant, but our results are bound to make Deku the equivalent of a pop culture trend that people have all but gotten tired of."

"Deku, Deku, Deku… well, at least our version had the better name available because of his choice."

Everybody stood still. Momo and Mezo had suddenly stopped trying to deny Kyoka the release of the typhoon that was her radiating, malicious hate and anger, and slowly looked to the faces on the screens with blank expressions. Kamakiri was also far from pleased, seeing as how he actually wasn't aware of how far the bastards on the screens were taking their proclaims. Even Kuroiro looked shocked; not even he anticipated these levels of derogation.

"Alright, get outta my face, 'cause I'd like to hear more, thank you…!" Kyoka growled deeply and moved Mezo and Momo with her strong arms and got up right in front of the screen displaying the face of one of Nisshoku's chief engineers. "Let's hear what else you zealous assholes have to sa-!"

"So, let's face it, Deku-san's record of accomplishments in his early highschool year has been spotty and, let's face it, inconsistent." Chief No. 1 stated.

SNAP!

It was like something literally broke inside of Kyoka when such bullshit graced her sensitive ears.

"Spotty accomplishments, huh?! If ever you saw the shit that was never published…!"

And then Chief No. 2 added to make things worse. "And so with Dekiru, we plan on going above and beyond, creating major improvements on everything from then AND now: efficiency, power, and design flaws."

"DESIGN FLAWS?!" Kyoka's screech didn't need to be accompanied by her amplifiers this time with how it pierced the ears of every living thing. "What the fuck?! You look at Izuku Mido-fucking-riya of ALL the heroes, and you see something WRONG?!"

"And once we're done, it's sad to say that Deku-san, in comparison to the Dashing Dekiru, will look old, outdated, uh, antique maybe… perhaps even ratty-?"

Then came the grand finale- the crème de la crème- THE AMUSE BOUCHE- THE MOTHER FUCKING MÈNAGE À TROIS. The last nail needed to proceed in making a brand new coffin for the pseudo human behind her back.

"Hehe, you mean UGLY!"

If possible, a bolt of thunder would flash behind the five U.A. students have to show everything; the shock, the personal offense taken, the growing, bubbling rage, and the pure, unfiltered and unadulterated animosity of an enraged woman.

"ARE YOU FU- OH MY GOD, THAT IS IT!"

And with that final straw taken out, Kyoka long had had enough of it all. With a level of passionate anger that reached a new benchmark, she spun around and approached Dekiru while looking like a woman with a mission.

That mission being, 'OPERATION: DISEMBOWEL.'

"And just like that, we've got her back." Mezo murmured plainly, sighing and looking to his vice-president.

Momo didn't need to say a word. She simply had Creation form a ton of weapons and equipment made and for ready use, and she handed Mezo a triple pair of gold scimitars and readied her own tools, starting with the bola cannon aimed at a pair of mechanical boots.

"Ooooooh, delicious demolition with a purpose! Let's go!" Kamikiri exclaimed with a wide and excited smirk, stretching his arms briefly before blades shot out of the underside of his arms.

Kuroiro merely grinned and shrugged, and accepted the devices Yaoyorozu tossed his way.

Kyoka stomped up to Dekiru once again and in unison when she came up to it, Kamakiri swung his arm blades and Momo's bola cannon was fired.

"You think you're BETTER THAN HIM?!"

Wham!

Kablam!

Slice!

A savage and metal denting kick was delivered to the spine of Dekiru's steel exoskeleton, a bola was launched and binded a pair of metal legs, and the blade duo sliced the metal wires holding Dekiru up.

"YEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAW!" Kamakiri howled, his actions combined with Kyoka's and Momo's leaving him happy and wanting to wreck things up even more.

Unknowingly, Kyoka was more than willing to oblige to his wish.

Her subtly toned limbs flexed, her jacks plugged into her devices and Kyoka inhaled immensely.

"GET. TO. WORK!" Her command was made very loud and clear for her friends to follow.

It didn't even take a minute for the room to develop deep cuts, dents, cracks and holes splattered throughout. The screens were nothing but plastic and metal scraps and sharpenal soon enough, and the remains of Dekiru…

One could hardly even tell what it was prior, and gradually it became even more of an unrecognizable blob of steel and wires as it was whaled on by a completely pissed off punk rocking girlfriend.

And as they destroyed the labour of the people who dared to even attempt the taboo that was insulting someone they cared about, a pair of bright red eyes watched with an impressed gaze and an approving nod.

"Uh… s-sir?"

Gang Orca briefly shifted his attention to the pavilions janitor, who was apprehensive in watching the battle of Armageddon unfolding before him.

Gang Orca shook his head and grinned proudly.

"Ah, don't worry, they're just doing a service while being good friends."

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'Better than him- better than him- better than him?! All of you can go FUCK yourselves while letting the whole world see!'

A trip back to their respective hotel rooms, brief showers to freshen up, then a bit of time to pack up, and the gang was on their way back to U.A.'s grounds.

Kyoka's costume was packed away in her case, and now she had put on one of her favorite black shirts with "Deep Dope" written in large and jagged white letters, accompanied by a black neck choker, slightly torn off-white jeans, casual dark purple sneakers, and a black punk leather jacket.

As of now, her mood had plummeted down to being almost completely exhausted, topped with a little bit of frustration that remained after their thrashing of the room and the robot that shall not be named. A light scowl was on her face and her back was a little hunched because of her tiredness.

"Ugh… I-I'm sorry, Kyoka." Kyoka glanced at a guiltful Momo when she apologised, who was also exasperated because of the demolition they committed to.

The umpteenth sigh was coaxed out of Kyoka with that apology, and she ran a hand through her asymmetrical bangs before massaging her temples.

A soft and tired smile formed on her face afterwards as Kyoka looked over her shoulder to give Momo a forgiving look. "Don't be sorry, Yaomomo. You didn't even know of that damn Terminator wannabe existing. Besides, we trashed the thing and ruined the room it was in, so I think that's more than commensurate."

"I'm glad to hear that." Momo said with a relieved look and smile.

"Kekeke…!"

The trio of Class 3-A students halted when they heard one heck of an annoying snicker.

"Ooooh, this is SO going up there in the memoirs of the greatest moments of my life." Kuroiro said jovially, gleefully grinning like a child as he swiped a finger across his phone to view the many photos he took of the devastation.

"You."

Kuroiro and Kamakiri stopped walking away from the group, both of them rotating their bodies around to look at the source of the threatening and almost evil tone.

They both reacted differently to Kyoka's harsh glare, Kamakiri jumping a little at the hostility that was being directed towards Kuroiro and the following- for some crazy, probably mentaly ill reason- becoming amused because of it.

"You're fucking lucky that you helped and that my morality exists, otherwise I'd have no qualms strapping you to a godforsaken Nasa ship with some barb wire while making you choke on a damn wine bottle." Kyoka threatened without so much as an underlying bluff.

Kuroiro did not feel in danger at all. "Ohoho, please don't forget to bring along some torches and fireworks while you're at it!" He grinned once again, and it earned him some grand aggression as Kyoka was just about ready to lunge at him for his insolence.

Before she had her chance to leave some bruises on a deep black neck, Kamakiri stood in front of Kyoka, surprising her briefly and making her intense scowl disappear before he grabbed Kuroiro's shoulder and made them both backtrack.

"We'll just be going now…" Kamakiri said, a bit apprehensive, although he rid himself of his caution relatively quickly. He raised a hand at the three students in front of him and smirked in good nature. "Thanks for the fun day! Hope to see you when ya don't wanna commit homicide."

They left in a bit of a speed walk, and after putting a good amount of distance between them, Kamakiri gripped Kuroiro's shoulder tightly and harshly whispered to him.

"Bro, you are not gonna live to see yourself and Kinoko getting a baby boy in the future if you keep egging a girl like her on."

Kuroiro merely sniggered once again. "Heroes are consistently putting their lives on the line anyway. I might as well find different ways to feed my adrenaline addiction."

"Crazy little shit, you are."

"Aw, quite flattering me, my dear friend."

Kyoka was left bristling, burning a hole into Kuroiro's backside with angry and slightly twitchy eyes.

"Ugh, whatever…" She could only groan after, dismissing the annoyance she felt for the deep-black hero and heading towards the dorms with a peeved look.

They got closer and closer to the building that was their home, and the turbulent emotions rumbling in Kyoka's chest were completely replaced; the overwhelming need and longing she felt while she was away were resurfacing and overtaking her. She was literally less than half a kilometer away from seeing Izuku after being made to stay away from him for what felt like a damn millennia, and that knowledge made her heartbeat pick up to an almost erratic pace. At that point, Kyoka's thoughts had become nothing but Izuku.

She wanted to be with Izuku; she wanted him here with her and she never wanted to let him go. Ever. Kyoka wanted to hold him, kiss him, love him and keep him all to herself. She wanted to fully embrace the selfishness she felt for him, thus keeping him right by her side at all times and making it so that she'd never make the same absolutely foolish decision that was separating them from each other, even if it was only for so long.

"Gosh, keep it cool, Kyoka." She murmured to herself, wanting to shake away the lovey-dovey thoughts overtaking her mind.

She failed miserably. They kept on coming, making Kyoka blush to the point where her ears burned while her head shaking became even more frantic.

Mezo, novice to romance as he was, stared at Kyoka's jitteriness with quite a bit of visible confusion. And Momo, who was just about in the same boat that was 'desperate maiden hopelessly in love' had gazed and smiled at her rockstar of a friend with understanding that anyone could see plainly.

"You're finally back, Ears? About time."

"Oh?! Is that Mama?!"

A jolt of electricity surged and tingled Kyoka's brain, bringing her out of her mental viewing of a collage of Izuku images and bringing her back to the real world. And in the real world, standing right before her and in front of the entrance to the 3-A dorms, were two familiar voices and faces.

One of them was an ash-blonde with a relatively lax look and grin on his face, dressed in some moderately thick clothing appropriate for the weather.

Bakugo was… okay to Kyoka now. Yes, the bastard fucking bullied her man in the past and had done thing's to his self-esteem for whatever dumbass reason, and it had made Kyoka wanna give some well deserved blasts of sound that reached past the two-hundred decibel mark. But plenty of time has passed since then, and the guy has faced his comeuppance and handed over the major apology that he had long since owed. Now he and her were… fine with each other. Kyoka wasn't gonna be like Izuku any time soon, though, where he and Bakugo actually more than tolerated each other, had plenty of respect for one another (about time Izuku got some from the guy), and were just about back to how they were before their divide.

As friends.

But the explosive guy was of secondary notice, because Kyoka's attention was ALL on the tiny and precious angel holding the bomb head's hand.

Kyoka. Loved. Eri.

Although to be fair, the only people who wouldn't love the human snowflake were people who needed to check their pulse if they didn't.

She had just about smothered the little girl with hugs and kisses when she first gave her a smile that was Izuku levels of bright and happy, and on the day she did, she had made a solemn oath and swore to adopt the little lady; consequences, warnings of responsibilities and objections dead to her when she made her choice.

A smile that matched Eri's excitement and joy formed on Kyoka's. "Well, how about you come over here and confirm for yourself?!"

With that response, Eri had zipped away from the Bakugo Babysitter and zoomed towards her self-proclaimed surrogate mom.

"Uuuuuugh!" Kyoka grinned when she felt a tiny bullet of silver slam into her stomach before she reacted in a flash, hugging Eri and picking her up by the legs so that she could get a good look at her. "How have you been, Snow White 2.0?"

"Great! Papa and Uncle Katsuki made sure that thing's were never boring with you gone!" Eri affirmed, her beaming look and broad smile practically radiating sunshine and making Kyoka close and eye

'Too much shine.'

Kyoka breathed out her nose, mist forming because of the cold air, and closed an eye while putting on a playful grin. "Aw, does that mean you didn't miss me at all~?"

"W-whah?! N-no! I missed you so much!" Eri replied in a bit of panic, waving her arms in front of her face.

Kyoka chuckled at that. Eri's cute response earned a big smooch to the forehead, ridding her of her adorable nervousness and inciting a bit of a giggle from the little girl.

"Oh, and hello Auntie Mo! Hi Uncle Zo!" Eri animatedly greeted the students behind Kyoka.

Momo smiled brightly and waved at the young lady. "We're back, little Eri!"

"Great to see you again." Mezo said, smiling underneath his mask.

Kyoka's smile briefly grew bigger before her next sigh came out. This time it was a calm one, and she moved her eyes up to the causally approaching Bakugo.

"Thanks for looking after her." Kyoka said, a bit reluctant to show any sort of graciousness to the guy, but her sincerity was foremost.

Bakugo shrugged and slid his bare hands into the pockets of his jacket. "You can thank me by letting the princess come to my home back in Shizuoka today."

"What?" Kyoka questioned and guessed, "Does Mitsuki wanna see her again?"

"Her and the old man. It's been a while and they've pretty much become starved of her presence." Katsuki joked and clarified plainly.

Kyoka was slightly begrudging to laugh at the little bit of humor, but she let it slip through anyway. She also hid to herself that she related to Bakugo parents a ton right now.

"Heh. You okay with that, Eri? You wanna see your great uncle and auntie?" Kyoka sweetly asked the snow-haired girl in her arms, raising her up so she could get a better look at her.

Eri's eyes went wide with excitement at the idea, and she animatedly smiled and nodded. "Mm hm!"

She was let down onto the ground and Bakugo came forward to scoop Eri up with one arm right after.

Kyoka gave Bakugo a narrowed stare and leaned forward. "Alright then, you know the drill right-?"

"Protect her with my life, never hurt a hair on her head, and if I do, eat and digest a thousand needles- blah blah blah, yada yada, woot woot- I've etched the words into my mind." Katsuki responded before she even finished.

"Good." Kyoka nodded, satisfied with her answer and getting rid of the stern look on her face. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get busy."

With their little contract made, Kyoka moved forward, her excitement and her longing coming back and causing her pace to be a little speedy. She wasn't gonna let anything stop her now, not when she was literally so damn close to whoshe was owed after the grueling days she had put herself through.

… Kyoka was then corrected; nothing but Bakugo's next inference could stop her.

"Right now? In the darn lobby?"

Kyoka nearly tripped when that question and implication was made.

"W-what?!" She stuttered and yelled, whipping around and giving Bakugo a completely incredulous look while blushing immensely at what he was inferring.

"He's right there. You'll see him as soon as you enter the door." Katsuki remarked. One heck of an evilly teasing grin grew on his face as he continued his implication. "I know he looks like a human vegetable and it's been an entire week, but I didn't think you'd jump at the chance to have a taste on first sight, Lobes."

"A-ah- y-you- wha-?! O-of course I-I-I'm not gonna- !" Kyoka struggled to come up with the words to talk back, her earlobes darting in random directions while going jagged.

"Oh my, Kyoka! How scandalous of a lady like you!" Momo, the traitor that she was, joined in on the teasing, placing a hand over her mouth to hide her smirk.

Mezo didn't leave himself out and snorted at the purplette.

"U-um, what are you all saying?" Eri questioned, completely and innocently oblivious to the context being implied as she looked back and forth between the two young adults.

"Nothing- not for you to understand, unicorn princess." Katsuki waved his hand to dismiss the young lady. "Now let's get going."

With their little banter done, seeing as how Kyoka in her flustered state didn't have anything to retort or add, Katsuki turned on the heel of his foot and walked away. The way he waved his hand as he left served to taunt the rockstar even more.

Just like that, Kyoka's opinion had reverted completely now; she still hated the little bomb shit and she forever will.

"Forget it- FORGET IT!" Kyoka screamed to herself, infuriated with the ash-blonde's teasing. She grasped her flailing earlobes and gribbed them tightly so as to forcibly calm herself. With yet another deep sigh, she glanced right at the entrance to the dorms; right where he would be. "He's right there anway, why am I even letting myself be stopped?"

However, once again, before she rushed in to see the love of her life, Kyoka stopped herself. An action that was baffling to her because she had long since waited and she was just a few steps away until she could FINALLY lay her eyes on Izuku.

But… and even though she may be childish for being like this, Kyoka was feeling obstinate now. Her pride was beginning to clash with her neediness; she desperately wanted to rush in and hold Izuku, appearances be damned, but she was still a proud and demanding woman!

She also wanted to know how much Izuku missed her. She wanted him to run to her and hold her in a strong, loving and everlasting hold that she couldn't escape from.

Kyoka made a frustrated (yet cute) pout, and she realised that she was doing it again; being stopped by a silly reason, which in term was keeping her away from her nerdy, green bean boyfriend for even longer.

"You know what- no, NO! I deserve this!" Kyoka stated loud and proud, finally making her decision; that being having Izuku be the one to show his feelings of yearning and getting him to run to run up and hold her.

"Seven weeks without him, and today being especially shitty! A Holiday to Remember is what I need and A Holiday to Remember is what I'm gonna get!"

And thus began Kyoka's simple, yet personally meaningful plan.

"I'm seeing this through, no matter what!"

---

'Abort- Abort- ABORT- ABOOOORT!'

So… a summary of the events that happened within the next few seconds; Momo and Mezo had left the campus. Apparently most of 3-A had Christmas shopping to do, and Momo had gotten a message from Mina asking if she and Mezo wanted to come along before the bus came by. The both of them did, which meant that it would just be Kyoka and Izuku in the dorms…

… Speaking OF Izuku-

"Oh! Kyo-chan!"

There he was.

He was there with his curly green locks of hair and distinct amount of dotted freckles on his chiseled features, both of which never lost the cute charm he had back before their young adult days. His dashing yet still adorable face, dusted with an excited amount of pink. His blindingly joyous smile and the look that lit up her entire world made Kyoka want to kiss him immediately.

He was right there. In the kitchen. Cooking up some stuff for occasions to come and wearing some accursed clothing that instantly made her forget her "plan".

A white button up shirt that had the collar folded, highlighting his visible tantalizing neck and collarbones, and the sleeves rolled up which accentuated his ludicrously enticing biceps. Then came his black pants, which were of the casual variety, and not only brought attention to his perfectly shaped and defined legs but also hugging his lower torso just enough so that she could see what he was packing from behind.

And to top all of it off, he was equipped with a black apron, very much cementing the perfect husband vibes he was exuding.

Kyoka had her verdicts now:

Her quality piece of broccoli was cute, hot and handsome when she left him, and somehow- some fucking way, he was even more so in EVERY department now.

She was happy and proud of herself for helping with Izuku's fashion sense, because now her Broccoli Boy was looking like a Broccoli Daddy.

She definitely hated Katsuki now. Not just because he could still be an asshat even after his growth, but now it's because he was gonna be right about her.

Kyoka was showing it all. Her cheeks were burning and bright red, her eyes were wide and openly showed all of the yearning that had completely taken over her, and the heat swelling in her core thanks to Izuku just being there was turning her legs into jelly.

She missed him… she missed him so damn much. Mini plan be damned, she missed him!

After setting aside some of the food he cooked up for the events to come, Izuku tossed the mits he had on and did a light jog towards Kyoka, all while having an expression that was just about the epitome of adorable happiness.

"It's so great to have you back!" Izuku's voice was a gorgeous melody to Kyoka's sensitive ears and his smile somehow got even broader. "I-it may have only been a week, but I really did miss-!"

Kyoka couldn't control her body. At all. Anymore.

Her brain didn't register the fact that she had gone into a full sprint, and in an instant, she had run up to Izuku and jumped.

"W-w-woah-!" Izuku chirped and jumped when his girlfriend had just lunged for him.

Kyoka tackled into Izuku and her actions were immediate; her arms held and locked around Izuku's neck as did her earlobes when they lifted up and extended to wrap around him. With the unexpected force of Kyoka pouncing on him, Izuku teetered backwards until his knees hit one of the lobby's couches. He landed onto it and his back was laid against the pillows, and with that, Kyoka straddled him.

Without even waiting for a response, Kyoka kissed Izuku. She kissed him more fervently than she ever has before, bringing his head to her with her arms and earlobes, deeply pressing her lips against his. Izuku responded with just as much passionate wistfulness as he held her by the waist to pull her body flush against his, making her body quiver as she tried to suppress a moan.

Kyoka wanted more, though. She wasn't yet satisfied with just this level of intimacy.

She wanted to show how much she loved and yearned for Izuku after all this time, and she wanted him to do the same. So she started nibbling on Izuku's lower lip and swiped her tongue across it, practically begging for entrance so that a french kiss would start. Izuku parted his lips and Kyoka was able to enter her tongue; their mouths were molded together as their tongues slid and danced with each other.

At that point, Kyoka felt so completely euphoric. The desires in her heart were being sated so quickly. Just kissing and holding Izuku felt like enough for her. It was so much to the point when they separated with a gasp to breathe, Kyoka leaned in again to keep on stealing kisses from him, whimpering as she felt Izuku move his hands from her hips to caress and hold her back.

'Better than him…? You all fucking WISH!' Kyoka couldn't help but let her thoughts wander back to the machine Dekiru, and her opinions about it and Nisshoku were intensified.

Inevitably and with all the reluctance in her heart, Kyoka had to separate from making out with Izuku to let both of them breathe.

And then immediately after-

"I love you…" Kyoka whispered to Izuku, surprising him and making blush brighter.

She surprised herself with how she let her sincerity and sappy-ness out like that. But… Kyoka couldn't help it! Because she really, really loved Izuku, and her time away from him had only made her feelings stronger.

"I love you… I love you, Izu…" Kyoka kept going, speaking in between her many smooches, her words like a mantra that she could say over and over without tiring.

Izuku could feel his heart swell each and every time Kyoka repeated those words. His heartbeat would rise in pace, which Kyoka could definitely hear easily, and his blush grew a little more each time as he kept on reciprocating to Kyoka's words and action.

He couldn't help but be strangely amused, though. After all, he was supposed to be the boyfriend with a bleeding heart, and right now it was Kyoka pouring out all her sincerity and affection to him while he kept himself relatively mild.

"Hmhm…" Izuku laughed, breathing through his nose, and a smile formed as Kyoka gave him an extended smooch before he broke away from her, giving her a bright and fond look. "Hey, cut that out. I-It's supposed to be me who's the sap in this dynamic, right?"

Kyoka was surprised with that little jab, but then it caused her own warm and adoring grin to form as she gave him a small softer kiss this time. "You shush, Green Day… Do you have any idea how much I regretted going to that work study?"

"Well… maybe a little, at least. After alI… I-I really did miss you." Izuku admitted with wistful sincerity.

"I needed you." Kyoka emphasized with a brighter blush, holding Izuku tighter than she already was and making sure her gaze showed all of her love. "I've always wanted you to be a part of my life, but it wasn't until I made the dumbass choice to leave you for this long that I realised that... I can't live without you, Zuku. I love you and I don't want you to ever leave me."

That… Izuku was not expecting that. But the shock he felt hearing those heartfelt words faded instantly, and what was left was his burning cheeks and his singing heart that threatened to burst out of his chest with how warm and jolly he was because of Kyoka's devotion and undeniable sincerity.

"Me too… I love you, Kyo." Izuku returned just as much genuinity and love, and knowing full well that there wasn't even a semblance of a lie in his tone made Kyoka blush even more.

He readily kissed her again, and this time their make-out session was lasting as they embraced each other again.

"M-mn?" A sudden sensation made Izuku hum in the middle of his french kiss with the purplette on his lap.

Kyoka turned out to be wrong about herself. After her confession and Izuku responding with just as much genuineness, her mind and body had started to crave more than just the embrace and the kisses they shared. So both of her hands unwrapped around Izuku's neck and went down, sliding underneath the material of his black apron and his green shirt, and the second they touched the ridiculously solid flesh underneath said clothing was when Kyoka started to lose herself. It felt like electricity was running through her finger tips and up to her brain as Kyoka touched and fondled the extremely firm muscles hidden by Izuku's clothing, and combined with Izuku's loving response to her, she could feel the heat from before coming back full force as it began swelling within her, ironically making her shiver in anticipation as images of getting to have sex with Izuku again flooded her thought process.

Izuku knew what was to come, and on impulse and habit, he started doing the same; rubbing his hands against Kyoka's exposed skin before slipping his hands underneath the clothing covering her chest and legs, which earned him a few quivers and some silent moans from Kyoka. They'd continue their bout of thoroughly appreciating each other's bodies before Izuku tried to stand up, intent on taking both of them somewhere else so that they could go on without worry.

Sadly… he failed.

"Wah!" Izuku yelped and jolted when his body was forcefully pushed back.

Kyoka didn't have any plan on being stopped now, not when all of Izuku was right here for the taking. So with a forceful shove she surprised Izuku and pushed his body back down to the couch as she kept on doing what she did; kissing and touching him without shame, her hands roaming all over the front and back of his torso.

"K-Kyo, maybe not here, r-right?" Izuku asked nervously after stopping their kiss, doing his best to withhold the urge to explore Kyoka's body again, thus avoiding things escalating too quickly in the wrong place.

"Mmn?!" Then, Izuku grunted and shook borderline violently when he felt Kyoka do two daring things; she suddenly jerked her hips right into his, laying her crotch right against the rapidly growing erection beneath his pants and her earlobes unraveled from his neck to roam down, grazing the ever growing tent. Izuku would be lying to himself if he were to say that he didn't feel thrilled when Kyoka put a bit of distance between their heads, the dangerous smirk on her face making his heart rate spike briefly.

"Nothing's gonna stop me…" Kyoka stated, her tone containing unhidden sensuousness that tingled Izuku's ears and made him light up like a Christmas tree. "Heck, the entire world could know what we're doing, and I probably wouldn't give a shit. That's how much I want you…"

"Eh?!" Izuku yelped before could feel his breathing come to halt as his face turned completely red.

His delightful reaction made Kyoka's grin grow and the look in her eye became even more suggestive.

While he still told himself that it wasn't optimal here in the lobby of all places, Izuku couldn't help but be a little invigorated, both by the idea and by Kyoka.

"So…" Kyoka whispered and leaned in again. Her ear jacks moved from Izuku's crotch and trailed up his chest like a pair of snakes, until they wrapped around the strap of his apron, lifting it over his head and setting off to the side.

Kyoka's smirk became downright kinky.

"How about it, Mr. Future Number One? You want to take me right her-?"

RrrrING- RrrrING-!

"Huh?"

"Ah! W-what the-?!"

Both teenagers jumped, the sound of an alarm ringing scaring them and bringing them out of their moment.

Izuku quickly snapped out of his startled state and knew full well that the ringtone was coming from his tone and he reached for it.

Meanwhile-

'YOU'RE DEAD TO ME.'

Kyoka was doing her absolute best to curse whoever was calling. The romantic and sexually charging mood was gone now, and as a result of the idiot who decided to unintentionally ruin it all, a level of fury similar to earlier was rising.

As were the ideas and intent to murde-

"A-ah! It's Denki!" Izuku said as he read the name and number on the touch screen.

'Disappear, garbage…' Kyoka ominously thought, wanting nothing more than for Izuku to ignore Kaminari and keep his eyes on her.

"W-what?" Before Izuku could accept the call, his head was turned to the front via a pair of ear jacks.

He was given a more forceful kiss this time, Kyoka doing her damned best to make sure she had all of his attention.

"Just ignore him! You're supposed to focus entirely on me, dammit!" Kyoka demanded loudly, blushing even more and (cutely) scowling and pouting at Izuku for not looking at her and only her.

Izuku couldn't help but smile wobbly at Kyoka's cute expression, even though it held a hint of hostility that wasn't really directed at him.

He gulped minorly before he felt that an explanation was needed. "T-this is Denki we're talking about. For all we know he might rush on over from the bus stop to check and on me if I don't answer."

Kyoka opened her mouth to argue stubbornly, but… that was a stumping argument. Kaminari was not beyond such actions, after all. And the fact that she couldn't say much else to try and convince Izuku to do her left Kyoka frustrated while she started glaring even more.

"This won't take long!" Izuku reassured with a more relaxed smile as he accepted the call.

And so Kyoka was left pushing Izuku with her body while her ear jacks irritably and frequently poked his cheek and nose as he began to divert his focus on somebody else.

"Y-yo, Denki!" Izuku said once the line connected.

"Oh, hey! Wassup Izuku!" Kaminari cheerfully responded from the other side. "Yeah, I was just calling 'cause I was curious if you were done with your cooking? Maybe now you can join us as we stroll through Wookies?"

"Oh, s-sorry, I… uh, I still have a good amount of things to prep!"

"Really? Aw, that's too bad."

"Y-yeah, hehe…"

Already Kyoka had enough of it all. She was tired of listening to Kaminari on the speaker and she couldn't stand the fact that Izuku wasn't given the attention that she was in desperate need of.

"S-so, anywa- ee?!" Izuku suddenly muffled his words when he felt a tingly feeling on his neck.

In an attempt to take his focus off of Kaminari and onto her, Kyoka started to heatedly and aggressively kiss Izuku's neck. Her pecking was strong and prolonged as she slowly moved her way up to his perfect jawline and to his freckled cheeks before running her kisses down.

Kyoka grabbed the sides of Izuku's face and got him to look back at her, her ear jacks going to his phone to press mute on the mic. "Stop this already! Just hang up on Pikachu and focus on your needy girlfriend, you damn stud!" She yelled, staring at Izuku with an utterly bothered and wanting glare. Although the look clashed with her trembling lips that made her look so innocent.

Again, Izuku was almost bewitched by Kyoka's adorable behaviour, but he managed to hang on. "I-I will! Just, uh, just a little over a minute?"

Her boyfriend turned on the mic again and was back to conversing with someone that wasn't her, and Kyoka… she hated it! It was like being teased in a way worse than with words! She bit her lip as she frowned and her grip on Izuku's shoulder's got even tighter.

'Goddammit! I know it's Dunce Face we're talking about, but you could finish up a bit faster, at least?! I want you for myself! I don't want anyone else but me to distract you! I… I-I want you to fuck me, Izuku!'

She resumed her impatient attack on Izuku's neck, doing her damned best to distract him and get his attention, almost resorting to giving him love marks as her kisses grew increasingly lewd and wanton. Being delayed from getting any sort of action was making Kyoka even hornier now, and the fact that it would take many seconds more was so agonizing.

Ideas started brewing in Kyoka's head, ideas that might guarantee that she'd get Izuku to give her all of himself this very instant. She poured in all of her effort to come up with something, working her brain in a way that wasn't dissimilar to how hard she would when she was training to be a better heroine.

'Gosh, think! What can I do to keep his eyes on me? What can I do to make him stop caring about Kaminari? What can I do?!'

…

…

…

An idea hit her. An absolutely perverted, outrageous and scandalous idea that caused Kyoka to turn bright red with embarrassment and avert her eyes from Izuku's features.

'A-am I really gonna…?! I-I-It'll make him stare, won't it? But... to do it right here, in a place like this...?' Kyoka began musing, hesitance eating her up with how dirty the idea she came up with was, contrasting to how resolute she was about getting Izuku to do things to her right here and now.

But then she briefly listened to Izuku speaking to Kaminari again, and soon that hesitation was gone; replaced by newfound conviction along with the burning desire she felt for Izuku this entire time.

'Agh, just do it, Kyoka Jiro! No one's here anyway, and no one but us will ever know! Do it and get to the FUCKING you want with your man!'

Her hands moved from Izuku's cheeks and found themselves by the hem of her black "DEEP DOPE" shirt.

"Augh…?!" Izuku took a second to glance back at Kyoka when he heard and saw her shuffling her shirt with his peripherals.

His eyes were completely on Kyoka as she brought her shirt over her head and tossed it aside (her neck choker following), leaving her topless so that he could see… a lot! Her beautifully and subtly toned abdomen, the perfection that was her taut hourglass shaped hips, and what had grown to become a pair of perky C-cup size breasts that were held up by a smooth black bra.

Izuku was already subtly aroused before, and the daring action Kyoka had performed, which again she had just done in the common's area, had just about supercharged his arousal as his eyes roamed up and down the perfection that was Kyoka.

'I'm actually without a shirt… here… in the place where all the boys and girls in the class usually chill!' Kyoka thought to herself with a bit of shame.

However, the very idea was exciting to her, the fact that she was partially nude in a public area while a person was capable of discovering her and Izuku. It made a bigger wet spot form, first on her panties and soon on her jeans.

Kyoka smiled; it was a little wavy and strained, seeing as how even though she was exhilarated by her own move she was still embarrassed. But it had a sexy edge to it, and combined with her lack of a shirt, exposing her near proclean skin and half concealed cleavage, Izuku was completely captured, unable to tear his gaze away from the beautiful woman on his lap, and it felt like the air in his lungs was being forcefully taken out at the same time.

"C-come on, forget about him." Kyoka sensually whispered, although her embarrassed and nervous stutter added a cute charm to it. "Forget about Jamming Whey. Focus on me only and… y-you'll get to see more than just this."

To add to her very enticing offer, Kyoka held Izuku's neck with her arms and earlobes again and she made it a major point to wantonly push and rub her near exposed bussims against Izuku's chest as she kissed his cheek again.

The situation got even harder (in more ways than one) when the bulge forming in Izuku's pants grew again, almost to full mast; Kyoka's current appearance and actions having no mercy for his hormones or his current issue that was talking to Kaminari over the phone. And when Kyoka was able to feel his erection push against her own crotch, her eyes flipped open and her sight grew foggy, as if to show that the lust she felt for Izuku had finally taken over and blinded her decision making as she started rolling and wriggling her hips, pressuring and grinding on his pelvis without restrain.

Izuku, with some insane Herculean effort that he himself didn't know he could muster, was able to resist just enough. He touched Kyoka's face and kissed her lips, stopping her and allowing him to properly speak to her.

"I-I'm almost done. I just gotta… wrap everything up." Izuku told her, albeit he was undoubtedly grudging since he decided to not cave into Kyoka's near irresistible needs and offer.

"Everything okay, Izuku?" Kaminari questioned again when his response was held back.

Izuku turned his head to his phone, although he never stopped looking at Kyoka. "Y-yeah, just got a little distracted by the TV!"

"Ah, alright! So, you're sure you won't be able to meet up with us later?"

"Nah, not this time."

Kyoka's alluring smile faltered a little when her idea didn't completely work; she was keeping Izuku's eyes on her, so that was definitely a victory. But he still wasn't taking her, and his promise of keeping things brief before going straight to their nightly ritual was still not enough.

But then another shameful idea came to mind, and this one really made Kyoka question herself as she majorly blushed in embarrassment.

'M-my god! We're in a fucking public place! Am I really that much of a desperate perv for him?!' Kyoka mentally questioned herself and her newly discovered characteristic.

However, the rocker didn't hesitate this time, her kinky grin actually growing.

Honestly, she was internally thanking and blaming Izuku. All the time he was getting her to feel comfortable and proud of her own body and womanly features, constantly praising and nearly over exaggerating about how wonderful or sexy she was (although… that was her own opinion on his comments). And because of all that, Kyoka had the guts and courage to do what she was about to do.

Her ear jacks came down and around her back and they reached for the clip of her black bra.

Izuku was completely unaware of what Kyoka was doing, her Quirk hidden from his sight as he was finishing things up with Kaminari. "S-sure! Even if there's not a lot for me to get, I'm sure I can come along on that day-"

Click.

Izuku flinched visibly.

He may not have Jiro levels of hearing, but he was able to catch that little sound of something unclipping.

Lo and behold, it was Kyoka's garment covering her girls.

Izuku turned his head so that he would fully face his girl, and he was NOT prepared to see what he saw. Because now it was Kyoka's bra that came off. Slowly, the lewd garment she had on fell off her chest, revealing a pair of breasts that were a trifecta of beautiful, wonderfully modest and sexy, the pair of mounds tipped with bright pink nipples that added to their flawlessness. It didn't matter that he's seen them multiple times; they were still breathtakingly divine, and getting to see them so suddenly startled and flustered the heck out of him.

"B… beautiful…" Izuku quietly blurted with a near lack of air.

Kyoka couldn't help but let her blush grow bigger as well as put on a dopier smile. Izuku being so honestly taken aback by her appearance really left her happy and proud, her joy mixing with her love and lust for him.

But there was still more to be done. Kyoka was still iffy about whether or not what she did would be enough, and to Izuku's shock, she went for her pants too. She got her earjacks to tug against the rim of her denim jeans, and soon they slid off her waist and were kicked away, revealing her smooth and soft thighs, plus the rest of her shapely legs, and her erotic black panties, that of which were pretty damn thin, bordered to that of a thong, and were… semi-see through?!

'She wore that in public?!'

They were also dripping. Fluids seeped through the thin, slightly transparent material and leaked onto his own casual pants, openly showing how much Kyoka wanted to initiate in the routine that was some intense coitus.

'I… I-I'm naked… I'm naked in the lobby, where we all hang out…!' Kyoka told herself incredulously and shamefully.

She wasn't stopping though. Again, knowing they were in a public place made her feel exhilarated, and her abashed grin gained a perverted aspect.

"Izuku…" Kyoka's hush, shaky and sultry (yet still adorable) voice made Izuku shiver while his arousal was starting to build up even more now.

Kyoka's earlobes looped around Izuku's hand, guiding him from the small of her back to her side, and she made it so that his hand hovered over one of her exposed breasts.

"Touch me…" Kyoka pleaded cutely and wantingly, and just like that, her ear jacks pushed Izuku's hands.

"A-a-a-a-ah…?!" Izuku's bright blush was back as he croaked brokenly when he felt his hand on Kyoka's fruit sized mound of flesh. Habitually, he started to knead and grope the soft and round breast in his hands, which elicited moans out of Kyoka that she held back by closing her lips and breathing out her nose.

"Mmn…!" Keeping her moans in check, which was insanely difficult with how Izuku was touching her so attentively- even more so when his fingers caught her nipple and played with it- , Kyoka kissed Izuku to stop her voice before it came out loud.

Her ear jacks then guided Izuku down from her breast to her abdomen, running his hand down her belly and bringing it close to her absolutely drenched nether region, and Izuku tensed greatly when his hand approached Kyoka's womanhood.

Now Izuku didn't want to deny Kyoka anymore, not when she was demanding/begging him to go on. Plus, he himself was on the brink of losing to his instinctual, almost animalistic, desire for sex, and that definitely (was) wasn't helping.

Kyoka had to stop a loud gasp with moans following after Izuku's hand completed its journey, ending up behind her panties. Her lover, who's instincts were starting to take over, intentionally started things slow. Two of Izuku's fingers ran across her cleanly shaven skin before reaching her folds, bringing them up and down the ring of her entrance until they spread the lips open and modestly rubbed against her exposed labia. A few firm rubs on her pink flesh and the digits then rested over the "miracle bean" that rested at the top.

Knowing full well what his actions would cause, and thankfully Kaminari was beginning to ramble about whatever, the aspiring hero bolted his thumb to put his side of the call on mute. With that, Kyoka had released a prolonged moan as her body went rigid from the feeling of her clit being pressed, flicked and played with by the fingers inside her panties, and before long she could feel her entrance being prodded. She didn't have time to brace herself when she felt Izuku push into her, tunneling into her wet and velvet-esque walls and immediately getting to work. He positioning his calloused fingers at multiple angles and rocking his palm against her clit at the same time, making her mind blank for a moment.

"A-ah, yes! Yes~! Izuku- ah~...! Keep doing that!" Kyoka finally cried out in unrestrained pleasure, releasing her lustful gasps and moans as the sensation of her pussy being penetrated assaulted her.

"So anyway, I'll see you later, dude?" Kaminari's long winded speech had ended, and was now awaiting one more reply from Izuku.

With the predicament of Kyoka's sensual sounds being present now, Izuku knew he needed to keep things brisk. So with a quick double press, he made it so that only his voice would be heard by Kaminari.

"YeahyeahyeahI'llseeyoulaterDenkiBYE!" His send off was fast and hurried and Izuku was able to release one heck of a relieved breath.

Now with nothing but the setting to worry about, he was finally able to focus solely on pleasuring his needy purplette, tossing his phone to the side and using his newly freed hand to resume exploring all of Kyoka's soft and curvy skin, all of which contained some hidden firmness that came as a result of her hero training, which both amazed, fascinated and turned him on. His hand then settled and remained on her perfectly proportioned reared, clearly giving that area the most amount of attention and caressing as he firmly grasped and massaged it.

As the grand cherry on top of the layered cake that was him pleasuring his punk girlfriend, Izuku managed to gingerly catch one of Kyoka's flying ear jack with his teeth. Day after day and night after night of intercourse helped him discover they were very sensitive; an erogenous point that was also a Quirk. He knew what he should do to them, and with gasp and rapture-inducing skill, he rolled the unique appendage around with his tongue a few times before sucking on it.

'F-finally… FINALLY AFTER ALL THIS TIME!' Kyoka's thoughts were replaced with nothing but the pleasure that her body was pining to have taxing her and Izuku being right here with her, using one hand to generously grasp and squeeze her ass, using the other to pleasure her dampened snatch, and using his mouth and tongue to stroke her very sensitive ear jack, racking her entire body with rapture that it both missed and ached for.

"O-ooh….! Y-you've gotten so good at this, Izuku…!" Kyoka gasped out her praise, her endorphins releasing as glistening sweat rolled down her nudity.

It got increasingly difficult to breathe properly as Izuku worked his single hand and digits with dexterous effort, touching against her velvety walls and reaching deep inside her. And adding to that was the hot and wet tongue and saliva covering all of her jack, sending powerful ripples of pleasure from the appendage to the rest of her anatomy. The volume of her moans and gasps increased as the pressure building in her core was starting to accumulate.

"Mnggn! S-shit~! I'm not… I'm not gonna last! FUCK!"

It hardly took longer than a few minutes for Kyoka's build up to come ever-so close to bursting. Izuku was without mercy, lacking in giving her a chance of a pause as he kept on touching her nude skin, licking her ear jacks, all while his left hand's fingers continued pumping and moving in and out of her as the palm kept on kneading her clitoris.

Seven days of failures prior to now, and Kyoka had experienced one of her best climaxes.

"OH GOD! FUCK YES~! I'M CUMMING IZUKU!" Kyoka's rapturing scream echoed across the room where class 3-A took refuge in.

It felt as if all thoughts and memories were wiped clean out of her mind as it soon became blank, her vision impaired as she gladly allowed her eyes to roll up her widened eyelids along with her throwing her head backwards. The hold her arms had on Izuku's neck was like a vice clamping together, her back arched which resulted in her naked breast pushing into Izuku's clothed pecs, and her legs squeezed her lover's as she felt the throes and the bliss of her orgasm rattle her being.

Her clear coloured fluids jutted out of her vagina and was all over the young hero now, landing on a good amount of his pants and coating his entire hand. Thankfully, not one bit of it all hit the couch, Izuku making sure he caught most of the liquid so that he could savor it.

Kyoka allowed her head to fall into Izuku's shoulders, hiding her lewd expression as she began to take back the oxygen that she had lost because of the labor and the results Izuku committed too.

'Better than him… what a joke…!' And once again, Kyoka found herself remembering and ridiculing Dekiru and Nisshoku.

"I really missed this taste…"

Kyoka brought her head up from Izuku's shoulder when he had let out a husky and spine tingling sentence, and when she lifted her head to look at Izuku she was left speechless by the sexy sight.

With her orgasm finished, Izuku had brought up the hand that had collected her love juice and closed his mouth around his fingers, diligently licking and lapping up her nectar while looking provocative as he did so.

A laugh reverberated in Izuku's throat as he kept on savoring Kyoka's taste, his usual sheepishness showing itself now. "I s-still find it hard to believe that it's somehow musky and sweet at the same time. It's… a-addictive."

Desire swiftly clouded Kyoka's mind and vision again.

"Come here, you fucking tease…!" Kyoka growled, quickly catching the hand that Izuku was licking to pull it away, getting him to stare at her red cheeks and lustful grin. "Making me wait and then getting me to cum like that…!"

She brought him in so that they could engage in another intense lip-lock, Kyoka not minding her own taste on his tongue, and this time it was one where both sides were engaged in a fight for dominance. Both of Izuku's hands quickly found the curve of her back before they slowly went south, landing on her ass again and fondling intently, bringing out more moans that went through Kyoka's mouth into his. In response to his cradling of her curve, Kyoka didn't waste any time either. Her ear jacks regained their vigor again and started floating their way down to the waistband of Izuku's pants.

Izuku's eyes opened wide in the middle of his and Kyoka's fierce tongue clashing, shifting his gaze down to his and Kyoka's lower organs when he felt both a cool breath of air and the feeling of wet and warm skin touching him.

His cock was out now. His clean, tall, thick and vein covered nine inches stood up at full length when Kyoka had her jacks pull down his pants to bring it out in the open. With it completely vulnerable now, prone for Kyoka to do what she wanted with it, the punk rocker was able to get a significant upper hand as her prehensile and chord-like mutations looped around his shaft.

Minor experimenting during their many times coupling allowed Kyoka to find out how to use her earlobes and jacks, and she was going to make use of her prior experience. Her jacks were firmly placed against the sensitive skin of Izuku's penis, and with a moderate pace they began to move up, down and around his hot and twitching length. The pace was kicked up when Kyoka added her hips to the game, unexpectedly pushing her now wet and lubricated pussy against Izuku's girth so that it was sandwiched in between their crotches, thoroughly grinding up and down against it and making both of them tremble greatly.

"Ngh...!" The different pressures Izuku could feel on his dick now made him grunt suddenly, and his face grew hotter with more excitement when the eventual vibrations of Kyoka's heartbeat traveled to the tip of her jacks and made things even more sensational for his painfully erect member.

Their eyes met after they parted, long and scintillating lines of saliva connecting their tongues, and this time the face Izuku saw wholly seduced him. The confidence Kyoka was showing in her growing smirk as she took the leading role mixed in with the visible ecstasy when her soaked core released more juices as it slid against his now equally drenched member.

The euphoric feeling surging through Kyoka was then enhanced, her smirk becoming wavy as she kicked things up to another notch.

"Ah… Hah…!" She moaned and went harder against Izuku and his member, her breathing getting heavier as a result, pushing her lower body further against Izuku's to enhance the pressure she was already applying before increasing the speed of her humping.

Both of them were really enjoying it; Kyoka taking initiative with how she was getting Izuku to feel and the feeling of their sexual organs rubbing against each other which was almost as good as them allowing them to connect. They were just about content with only doing this; holding onto each other's insanely warm bodies while their sex's were pressing together.

Kyoka's lead didn't last for too long, though.

"H-huh?" To her confusion, Kyoka could feel herself being lifted up from her seated position.

Izuku had effortlessly hoisted Kyoka up by the curve of her back and lifted her up off the couch so that she could adorably kick her feet. Kyoka couldn't help but find his display of strength hot, seeing as how he was doing this without a trace of difficulty.

Without warning, and to Kyoka's fascination and impression, Izuku had activated Black Whip, the first Quirk factor contained in One for All that he had discovered and the first that he had grown the most adept at controlling almost perfectly, and he consciously had the black tendrils reach out to a few specific items. They extended to ensnare Kyoka's clothing, his apron, and a few water bottles by the corner closest to them, and as soon as they caught them all, the whips retracted into his arm, allowing all of said items to be entrapped against his arm as Black Whip held them there.

Izuku looked to Kyoka, and he saw that she understood why he was doing this. She found what he did endearing this time, even though she was aware that once again she'd need to endure another difficult delay.

"You're room, right?" Izuku asked quietly as he held his punkrocker close.

Kyoka pursed her lips and nodded, locking her legs together above Izuku's thigh's and making sure she held his neck firmly.

"Yeah, just hurry…!"

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The elevator trip, in real time, was fairly brief, but it felt so much longer than it actually was because of how ridiculously difficult it was to wait. Izuku's convulsing dick had settled right below Kyoka's ass the entire time, her buttcheeks just about hotdogging the burningly warm rod, and just that sensation nearly made them cave in. But they resisted the near irresistible temptation that was getting Izuku to thrust his throbbing member into the door to her womanhood, distracting each other by french kissing deeply and touching each other's bodies so as to not let themselves be overcome by the sensual desire to start making love in the elevator.

They were in Kyoka's room now, Izuku locking the door behind them and deactivating Black Whip to drop the items on his arm as they entered the red and black colored room shrouded in the dark of the dawning night. Neither Izuku or Kyoka said a thing; they both knew what the other wanted, and in a single swift motion, both of them ended their 168 hour wait. Kyoka's impatience was peaking again, and she used her jacks to point at her lower body, showing that she wanted Izuku to hurry up and put it in.

Izuku's manhood that was now dripping with precum positioned right outside the entry to Kyoka's insides, fluids trickling out of it and down her legs, and the rocker took initiative and used her legs hooked behind Izuku's waist to ram their hips together.

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" When she felt pussy being pierced so suddenly, Kyoka moaned and screamed as loud as her voice could go. "Hggnn…! Aaah… hah~!"

Izuku's entire cock was shoved right in all at once, stretching Kyoka's pussy until he fit perfectly, as if it was made to fit, and hitting against a sensitive spot right off the bat. Both mind-numbing feelings induced powerful stimuli that Kyoka did not prepare herself to feel, like her entire body had pulled a muscle even though she knew it pined for this feeling after it was kept away from it for so long.

But Kyoka was not complaining one bit. She drank in the pleasure that washed over her entire body; the union of her pining for this feeling and the unprepared delivery of her lover being inside her made her reaction unbelievably strong and rapturing as all of her limbs tensed and spasmed to hold Izuku's body for dear life.

Izuku had to take in a sharp breath when he felt himself thrust into Kyoka's extremely tight, lubricated and gripping insides, causing him to move forward so that he could place Kyoka against the wall of her room. He nearly scratched Kyoka's asscheeks as the intense feeling of his cock being enveloped and crushed by her wet and velvety walls caused him to grip her soft and firm flesh hard.

After both of them took in enough air to recover from the intense stimulus that was caused with the stuffing she was given, Kyoka and Izuku locked eyes again, gazing into each other's passionate and hunger clouded looks. They were able to convey their messages to each other without talking, but just to be sure, Kyoka smiled and spoke.

"Don't hold out on me, lover boy~…!" Kyoka quietly and seductively hissed with unhidden yearning. "Fuck me! Fuck me and don't sto- OOOOOOOOHHHH?!"

"Aaagh!"

Kyoka's encouraging demand was like music to Izuku's ears, making him feel an immediate rush of adrenaline that spurred him to start bringing out his length until all but his tip was inside before he slammed it back in with three times the speed. With unfastened pacing and strength he knew Kyoka loved every time they fucked each other, Izuku started ramming into Kyoka's pussy, doing his best to make each eager thrust consistent in pace and power while continuously nailing the sweet spots he knew he needed to strike to get punk's walls to constrict to even tighter extents.

Over and over as Izuku kept on attacking her sopping wet love canal, and Kyoka would see nothing but white every time she felt her g-spot being hit and assaulted by Izuku's cock. Needy gasps and deep breaths escaped her lungs and echoed throughout her soundproofed room with every thrust of Izuku's pelvis, and those two sweet sounds of music served to ensure that Izuku kept up the intensity.

"MMHNG! AGHH- HAH! AH FUCK YES! YES! YES! YES! YEEEEES~! AAAAAHH, FUCK ME! DON'T STOP FUCKING ME, IZUKU~! A-AH~ PLEASE!" The rocker cooed and squealed lustfully, unable to think and do nothing else but listen to the kinky squishing and slapping noises as Izuku slid in and out of her and returning all of her boyfriend's heated passion by vigorously slamming her hips forward to meet and match Izuku's thrusting as she was furiously fucked against the wall.

Kyoka had so little regard for so many things right now, because now she felt like she in an oasis! A beautiful, sensual oasis that came in the form of Izuku and having sex with him. She didn'te care about how much time had passed since Izuku started fucking her, or how she was dirtying her floor with her wetness, creating a small puddle on the ground below them. All that mattered to her right now was that her boyfriend was back here, holding her, kissing her, fucking her and making her lose her mind.

Izuku with every powerful thrust brought her an incomprehensible amount of pleasure that caused her to see white with every strike to her honey spot, and he simultaneously brought her to yet another ecstatic orgasm that coated Izuku's entire crotch with her love juices, signaling him to stop and hold her close until she came down from her blissful throes before resuming his furious pace.

Every time she met eyes with Izuku to sloppily kiss him in between their now erratic movements, they could see that the other's stare was glazed thanks to the sexual high that overcame them. Their released sweat fell onto Izuku's white button up shirt and permeated through its material until their sweat landed on each other as they thrusted against each other, the smell of their body odor mixing in with the scent of their coitus and became ever-present in the room, assaulting their noses .

Soon, both young adults were on the verge of climax. Both of them could tell in the little signs they could physically feel; Izuku's cock pulsating as he dug into Kyoka while the punk rocker's wall's constricted around him once again.

"Kyoka, I…!" Izuku grunted to the purplette, struggling to get out his words both because of his lack of air and because of how flooded his mind was with pleasure.

"Ah! D-do it...!" Kyoka assured with quick and shallow breaths. She could feel what was about to come, that being the both of them, and she wanted it. She wanted to feel Izuku release inside her as she also came to her third orgasm. "I-it's safe! So… cum in me! Cum inside me as much as you want!"

Izuku heard her loud and clear, and so he did just as the both of them wanted him to do.

"Shit- Kyoka!" Izuku yelled and growled. The contractions of Kyoka's walls brought him to the end, making him slam himself right into the deepest parts of her flesh channel and holding her body tight before his massive load finally exploded.

"Hggnnhhh! Ngaaaaah Izuku~!" With one last howl, Kyoka came for the third time as she felt Izuku shooting directly into her.

Spurt after spurt of thick semen erupted out of Izuku's cock, pouring into Kyoka's pussy and painting her walls white. She swore that she could feel the molten warmth in her stomach before the sheer amount of it and her own orgasm gushed out of her entrance, splashing onto Izuku's crotch.

Brief screams quickly turned into moans of pleasure were forced out of Kyoka's hung open mouth while her velvety walls instinctually clenched Izuku to crushing lengths, not giving him even the slightest chance of exiting until she had completely milked him. Her entire body went rigid because of the intensity; her toes curled tightly, her chest arched forward to push flush against Izuku's chest, and all four of her limbs latched onto Izuku's waist and neck in an uncontrolled grip while she remained a shuddering and orgasmic mess.

It was a bit difficult to hold them both up, but Izuku was still capable of making sure his legs held up both his and Kyoka's weight to maintain their position. The bliss of their climaxes faded just enough so that they could see each other again, and when they did, they shared another deep and meaningful kiss, making it last until the high of their sexual frenzy calmed down.

"Haaagh…! Aah… oooh~." Kyoka cooed out of the lip-lock as she started calming down, letting her head loll backwards while she wore a worn out yet more than lewdly satisfied smile with her drool covered tongue hanging out. After some time, Izuku's dick was thoroughly milked of it's fluids and he slowly pulled out Kyoka's constricting walls until he exited her with a wet plop. She bit her lip and whined cutely as she felt the thick and musky fluid inside of her fall out like a slowly oozing waterfall.

"H-hehe…" Kyoka giggled and smiled weakly as she continued to heavily breathe, the refreshing afterglow of their sex enveloping her and Izuku before she glanced down and marveled at her oozing entrance to view the amazing amount semen falling out. "H… holy fuck… *Huff*, that's… that's such a huge load…! Haa... It's so much more than you usually let out..."

"Y-Yeah…" Izuku breathed out with a sheepish voice and smiled.

The rocker's dainty smile grew a little teasing. "You.. you must've r-really missed me~... Did you… even masturbate when I was gone?"

"N-No… I a-actually didn't..." Izuku admitted after returning to normal breathing pace, surprising Kyoka a little as both his flushed face and smile grew in embarrassment.

"R-really...?" Kyoka quietly asked with a stutter.

"Umu." Izuku nodded and grunted. Out of nowhere, the green head gazed at her with soft and sincere longing. "I just… I-I knew that it wouldn't compare to having you here with me, Kyoka."

Izuku earned himself chaste and sweet kisses of innocence on the lips this time, Kyoka's eyes boring at him while her smile beamed with adoration and affection. "It's like you always know what to say, don't you Izu..." She stated dreamily.

A sudden feeling stopped Kyoka from looking like an innocent and love-stricken maiden before she looked over her shoulders to see what was poking her butt. Izuku's shaft was already coming back up to considerable length and girth. Combined with all the other results of their intense fucking, that being the permeating musky scent of their sex and her urges not yet being satisfied, Kyoka was clouded by desire in no time. When her eyes went up again to lock with Izuku's, she brought herself up to give Izuku another french kiss, the passion they exchanged not lessened at all, and began nudging his body to move to the bed behind them.

Her signals were obvious to Izuku, and the eighth successor to One for All complied as he began moving backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

They fell onto the soft mattress covered in the red and black checker themed blankets and Kyoka shameless enjoyed the feeling of being in her favorite position; on top of her man, where she could see all of him and vice versa, where she could get him to hit her in all the right spots and somehow making her sweet, sweet orgasms so much more comfortable, intense and euphoric.

They shifted and moved up the bed until Izuku's head and the majority of his back rested against the headboard.

Kyoka smirked leisurely yet dersingly as she pulled at the collar of Izuku's shirt. "Take this off, already. You don't need it, and it's not fair that I'm the only one who's nude..." She huskily instructed, demanding to see her lover without anything covering him.

In a way that felt so unusual yet arousingly teasing, Izuku retaliated her ravishing smirk and wish by smiling. When his fingers reached for his buttons and waistbands, he made them dance around them, making sure to keep the pace of his undressing slow and captivating as he steadily removed everything. As he got rid of his garments, the moon outside was uncovered by the dark clouds, and shining blue light allowed Kyoka to see a sight that got her hot, wet and ready to go for round two.

It felt so hedonistic; how much pleasure Kyoka derived by looking at everything presented to her now. All of Izuku's muscle's from top to bottom were chiseled and sculpted for even the Greek Gods to envy, his chest especially being among the most beautiful things Kyoka's ever seen, and the moonlight shining through the windows made him look even more ethereal and majestic. Even after three years spent being his girlfriend, the purplette still had a bit of trouble wrapping her head around the fact that she had all of this to herself. That no one but her would be given the luxury that was seeing Izuku in his most glorious state. A state better than any sort of clothing he could wear; naked with nothing impending his nude image.

Kyoka didn't hold back nor hide the drool falling out of her mouth, her eyes went completely wide and her expression went blank yet was also flushed with red face as she became lost in the sight of Izuku being bare.

And once more, Kyoka's mind drifted back to Dekiru and Nisshoku, and her conclusion was forever solidified.

'Better than him- better than him- BETTER THAN FUCKING HIM?!' Kyoka rapidly and repeatedly thought incredulously

Her completely unconvinced feelings and thoughts meddled with her lustful state and actions as she moved in to basically worship all of Izuku.

Her lips pressed together with his in another love furnishing make-out, their tongues lashing against each other in wild and greedy abandon, and her hands began traveling to Izuku's head so that she could pull him in and simultaneously ruffle his soft and fluffy hair, all while she observed his dashing looks.

'Does a robot have this pair of chapped lips containing an amazing voice that I can kiss? Or green eyes that I can get lost in if I'm not careful? How about some fluffy hair that tingles my hands? Or the most handsome face on the entire damn planet paired with unbelievably cute freckles? Does Dekiru have that? Nuh uh!'

Briefly she planted one more deep kiss on Izuku's lips before trailing down to his neck. She smooched his skin and her ear jacks wrapped around it once again, this time in a more possessive manner, before she went on to lick and suck his neck, leaving many red marks behind.

'Does your machine have a neck that I can hold and leave hickeys on, showing everyone who belongs to me?! I don't think so!'

Kyoka came down to his flawless pecs and what had developed into an eight-pack of abs, both littered with scars that were both sexy and impressive remainders of all of Izuku's accomplishments that came with him being the hero he is. She started touching all the rock-solid muscles, lavishly moving her hands all over his chiseled chest, to his toned arms, and then his bulging legs, before returning and focusing entirely on his chest, greedily kissing and licking up the sweat on his skin. Even wetly sucking on his nipple.

'Does your faulty hunk of junk have a fleshy, magnificently muscular body that you can literally eat off of?! It. Does. Not!'

She excitedly moved down to his groin again, viewing his still rising girth that was covered in both of their essences. Kyoka started with modest kisses and licks that coated his member with saliva, earning her satisfying twitches and moans from Izuku, and then went to work on it, giving Izuku some strong head as she wrapped her mouth around it, slowly taking in all of his length until she had fully sheathed his member with her mouth and throat. Izuku grunted and moaned at the powerfully pleasant feeling of Kyoka deep-throating him, and Kyoka ignored the taste of her own orgasm to focus on the salty and slightly bitter taste of Izuku's cum. Something that she truly missed and was now genuinely enjoying.

'Does your Terminator wannabe have this thick, lengthy and veiny dick that can make me lose my GODDAMN mind as it fucks me?! It will never fucking happen!'

She started pumping her head fast and placed her hand at the base of Izuku's shaft, twisting both in opposite directions to add more stimulating friction to her blowjob. And adding to all of her working was her ear jacks slithering down before the tips poked and trailed lines on both his balls and his length, the vibrations of her heartbeat making Izuku's cock pulsate and his hips convulse. He groaned more loudly as all of her intensely pleasuring actions got his member back at full length.

Once she got his cock fully erect again, Kyoka smiled with all the confidence in the world and hurriedly lunged upwards, sliding her body against Izuku's, and grabbed the sides of the hero's cheeks. She fervently kissed him, and for a moment, she desired a more romantic mood than the sexual one right now, so she placed her jacks against the middle of Izuku's chest, listening to the beautiful melody hidden behind the skin. The punk rocker listened to the loudly beating and rhythmic heartbeat of the hero she loved; the heart that was proof of him being alive, and the heart that was responsible for all of the things that she loved about Izuku.

'Is your fucking robot Izuku Midoriya?! IT ISN'T AND IT WILL NEVER EVEN COME CLOSE! NOW QUITE BOTHERING ME AS I INDULGE IN MY MAN!'

Kyoka was left very satisfied by her brief listening to Izuku's infatuating heart rate, and her earlobes elongated and went back to trapping Izuku's neck in light yet multiple loops.

With a pop after ending their kiss, she sensually smirked and whispered into Izuku's ears. "You ready to go again…?"

"For you, the girl of my dreams?" Izuku responded with the same volume, grinning with softly shown excitement as he felt Kyoka hover over his tall standing erection, "I always will be…"

Calloused and scarred hands shifted down and gripped her bottom, and once they groped her once, Kyoka was fully prepared to slam herself down onto the piping hot rod below her.

But to her unprepared yet primally delightful shock, Izuku had a little surprise waiting for Kyoka.

"WAH-?! HAAAAAAAH!"

His perfectly sculpted body shone with bright light that transformed into sparkling green electricity. With a portion of One for All switched on, Izuku thrusted up to meet her slam, and Kyoka felt her moistened snatch stretched as it was filled with the green head's completely hardened and now scorchingly hot manhood.

"OH, FUCK YEAH! AH~ THIS POSITION~! Y-YOU'RE QUIRK, IZUUUUUUU!" Kyoka rapturedly yelled, the feeling of Izuku impaling her womanhood this time even better than before as a result of Izuku activating his stockpiled power. The burning blood inside her cheeks ignited as it covered her entire face. In no time, she felt the penis inside her thrust and rock upward over and over, already reaching her g-spot and making her cry out as her wet walls constricted and squeezed around Izuku's glowing and searing member, and likewise, she began to bounce onto the cock thrusting up into her. "FUUUUCK~! HARDER, IZUKUUUUU! POUND ME EVEN HARDER WITH YOUR COCK AND ONE FOR ALL, BABY!"

"DAMN! YOU'RE TOO AMAZING, KYOKA!" Izuku resoundingly growled as his entire body was reinvigorated by the pleasure of sex returning and rattling it.

They went at each other wildly, the gyration of their hips full of abandon with Izuku being especially stronger with his Quirk flowing through his veins. Because of their hips working together, Izuku was treated to the show of Kyoka's bouncing cleavage, and he wanted nothing more than to taste them. Blinded by his lust, Izuku ducked his head and struck the modests breasts in front of him, taking the front of one into his mouth before suckling and lapping up the sweat on her erogenous points. Kyoka gasped at the feeling of her bust being sampled as he kept on with his task of lavishly enjoying her womanly curves, and her moans reverberated when he, after satisfying his desire to taste her breast, moved up to return her earlier gesture by sucking on her smooth and vulnerable neck, intent on leaving as many marks as he could while breathing in her lovely body odor.

Eventually, the back of Izuku's head was placed on top of the pillows as their nightly ritual went on for who knows how long, allowing Kyoka to fully ride his manhood with erratic movements. A pair of flesh and copper composed jacks tilted the green heroes head up as two arms moved around to hug his neck. Their lips and tongues were all over each other before their mouths and bodies melded together. Neither of them needed to speak to know that they both wanted their hunger filled kiss to last until the end of this passionate session, so they said nothing and conveyed their wish to each other by maintaining their french kiss.

The precipes of their releases came again, and they made sure to make the finish strong. Kyoka worked what strength remained in her exhausted legs and hips to cram as much of Izuku's cock in her, and Izuku furiously rammed into Kyoka's pussy with his natural strength and his stockpiled energy one last time.

Kyoka's fourth electrifying release was noticeably greater than the last as a result of the addition of her favorite position and One for All; her entire body felt numb after the searing bliss of her orgasm racked it, and the content expression she wore was even lewder than her last looks of satisfaction. The same applied to Izuku as his length had exploded inside of Kyoka, continuous ropes of thick cum bursting out and into the clenching walls around his throbbing member, forcing him to screw his eyes shut and grind his teeth because of the taxing delight he felt.

Both of them moaned and hummed uncontrollably as their second round came to a powerful and long-lasting end. Slowly they broke their umpteenth wet and sloppy kiss with hot and desperate breaths so that Kyoka could bury her head into the crook of Izuku's marked neck. With Izuku's Quirk steadily dying out and his back sinking into the fabric of his girlfriend's bed while she rested atop him, the both of them took the time to suck in the air that their flaming lungs required after they had starved them, holding each other and not even thinking about letting go. And once they had recovered just enough, they fully enjoyed the feeling of their coupling's afterglow.

"Love… you…" After giving herself enough oxygen, Kyoka quietly spoke up with a tone laced with the joy and bliss that came from their after sex. She lifted her head with her regained strength and gazed into Izuku's fulfilled and affection stare, matching it with her own delighted and loving smile. "Fuck, I love you Izuku… you sexy, nerdy, fluffy haired hunk..."

A moderate blush crept up to Izuku's cheeks, and his already bright and affectionate eyes shone even more as he returned Kyoka's smile.

"Love you too… I really missed you, my beautiful Kyoka…" He replied truthfully, almost forgetting to breathe again when Kyoka's beautiful face and equally beautiful smile got his heart thumping loudly again.

Butterflies tickled her stomach with Izuku's sincerity, and before she knew it, Kyoka had let her head fall so that she could kiss Izuku once again. Unlike the majority of the ones prior to now, the kiss they shared was temporarily void of lust, and was meant more to show their love and adoration for each other.

Their time being more wholesomely attentive gave them the rest they needed from their coitus, and once they could breathe comfortably, relaxing their muscles, Kyoka could feel her insides expanding again, making her tremble violently before she smiled at Izuku and his energy.

"You got hard again…" Kyoka blissfully whispered.

"S-sorry." Izuku shyly apologised, sheepishly smiling and blushing even through his slight tiredness. "I… can't help myself."

Kyoka's smile broadened in response, and moments later they both began to passionately work their lower bodies to the limits.

Their long await night carried on for hours, copious amounts of sex, passion, kisses, dirty talk, and romance shared as Kyoka and Izuku made the most of their bountiful time and stamina. And it ended with Kyoka laying on Izuku as he giggled at the feeling of his neck being kissed and marked.

"Hey, quite it. It tickles…!" Izuku quietly laughed, contradicting his complaining by tilting his head up to allow Kyoka to indulge herself as she kept on leaving hickeys on his neck.

"Fufu, not a chance. Not until I give you twice as many as I have." Kyoka replied with a lovely giggle, referring to the plentiful amount of red dots on her neck now.

With one last smooch, Kyoka left behind one last love mark on Izuku's neck and rested her head by the crook of it. Sleep was coming soon as a result of their post-sex results, and they were more than welcoming of it.

"So… fuhehe." Kyoka started, whispering and giggling into Izuku's ear and tingling his spine. "That was… pretty damn crazy! Never new that welcome home sex could be so good and so out of hand."

Izuku laughed and blushed at her remark. "I'd say it's only natural. After all, we did need to stay away from each other for… what? Seven millenia?"

Kyoka daintily and briefly laughed again at Izuku's little joke. But, surprisingly, that amusement wore off quickly, and Kyoka's features softened as she gently tilted her head to longingly gaze at Izuku.

"Seriously… I can't say that's an exaggeration." Kyoka admitted with a gentle and affectionate voice, once again catching her lover off guard as he stared at her with a bit of confusion. "God, if I knew how terrible it was to be kept away from you for so long, I wouldn't have gone on that cursed work study."

Kyoka lifted her head up and connected her forehead with Izuku's, her jacks resting against his freckled cheeks as they both gazed into each other's shining eyes.

And then, her tender smile, her fond eyes and her hold on Izuku's neck growing stronger in the love they conveyed for the man below her.

"So let's not go making this same mistake, okay?"

Izuku softly sighed, holding Kyoka against him in a protective and inescapable embrace as he smiled back at her. "Wouldn't even let it cross my mind."

With their final lines of the night shared and with one more meaningful kiss, they both allowed their exhaustion to creep up on them. Their eyes closed and they felt their limbs go slack as sleep came to them.

"I love you, Kyoka..." Izuku hushly and sincerely whispered in the dead of the night, smiling as he finally went to sleep.

"Love you too, Izuku…" Kyoka reciprocated completely, blushing and warmly smiling in return.

Both lovers head drifted off, their sleep blissfully warm, silent and dreamless as they became unaware of the world around them.

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Little did they know, they were now also unaware of how this winter break would become one of their most treasured memories.

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AN: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, how you all doing?

To anyone who comes from my IzuJiro one-shot prior to this; you remember how I said that wouldn't be my last time writing some explicit intimacy?

Yeah. Welcome to my FIRST EVER experience in writing smut. How I did and how I can improve is completely up to you guys and your feedback (the following of which will be appreciated VERY much, please and thank you).

Hope that all you fellow lovers of lemons and fluff enjoyed this intro. This was the first chapter and again my very first time trying to type up some smutty stuff, so I just went ALL in. That is to say, though, that the following chapters to this one won't be as long and probably not as descriptive. A lot of what will come will be a bunch of fun, romance, my weird-ass humor, and more smut here and there.

Let's see how this goes!

But until the next time comes-

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A.H.T.R Omakes

Eri was a ton of adjectives, ALL of them being good, and Katsuki just narrowed it down to two main one's; cute and precious.

He had no shame or embarrassment when admitting to anyone that he truly enjoyed the kid's company. Because while he may need to forcefully censor himself around her, it was worth it to be able to keep the kid around, being able to entertain her, play along with her, and converse with her.

There was also another thing Katsuki liked doing to Eri.

Messing with her.

"Hmph." Katsuki huffed with a greatly amused smirk, staring out the window to the porch on his room in 3-A's dorms and thinking back to how many times he's been able to get Eri to react in a bunch of cute and feebly angry ways.

Whether it be intentionally wrecking her in PG video games, teasing her with their height difference, or simply tickling her until she couldn't take it, Katsuki thoroughly enjoyed messing around with the unicorn princess, making her angry and irritable in ways he thought were impossible levels of adorable.

"Kid is too easy to get a rise out of." Katsuki stated to himself, moving his attention to his hand-held phone.

"Katsuki…!" A cutely resentful voice called to the ash-blond.

Katsuki remained in his chair, looking at the angry Eri via the reflection on his phone's screen. He could clearly see that she was still mad at him after him humiliated her at her fifth attempt at learning to play Smash Bros.

She had a blank body pillow in her arms, it being the weapon she was using to "threaten" him. It nearly made Katsuki double over with how much he wanted to laugh.

"Katsuki, you're such a mean, cruel uncle! I'm going to hurt you!" Eri angrily claimed, raising her body pillow and nearly toppling over because of the weight of it.

Katsuki made a weird face because of Eri's threat. He then became amused before he grinned and said, "No you're not."

"Oh, okay." In a flash, Eri's agitation left because of Katsuki's foresight, and she dropped her body pillow before resuming her playtime on his Switch.

'That's all it takes? Pfft, darn precious snowflake.' Katsuki thought as he observed Eri, his amusement ever-present as he watched her.

But then, an idea struck the bomb-head's mind. A delightfully "evil" idea, and one that required him to make quick phone calls.

After contacting and obtaining the assistance of whom he needed, Katsuki approached the girl he was babysitting with his eyes hidden by his hair.

"Eri…" Katsuki called with a low voice.

"Oh, yea-?"

With speed that Eri missed because of her innocent blinking, Katsuki picked her up by the shoulders and brought her onto his chair with force that… really didn't hurt her at all, but shocked her while he held her down.

"Uh?!" Eri squeaks, fear and nervousness crawling up her expression.

Fwip!

The sound of clothes whipping out snapped in Eri's ears as Katsuki brought out some of his sweater's.

"You have been bad, kiddo." Katsuki remarked with mocking disappointment.

Eri quickly found her arms tied to the arms rests of Katsuki's chair, leaving her incapable of escaping.

"Wha-?!" Eri blurted out before she stared at Katsuki with terror, shivering at the thought of why and what was going to happen to her. "What are you doing, Uncle?!"

"I've just realised that Deku and Lobey Locks have failed to stop you from thinking about hurting others. Now it is my duty to make sure that you are set STRAIGHT!" Katsuki declared, dramatically moving and flinging his arms around that added to Eri's panic.

"And so! I am sending you AWAY! Away to a place where you can be fixed!"

Eri's eyes went wide, realising that her sins came in the form of even thinking about harming Katsuki. She struggled against her cotton binds, looking guilty, fearful and alarmed all at once.

"N-no, no! Uncle, please! I-I wasn't actually thinking about hurting you! Please don't send me to somewhere I can't come back from!" Eri begged and apologised, trying to at least somewhat appease her presumably insulted and misunderstanding babysitter.

The snow haired girl's pleas went totally unheard as Katsuki's ridiculous hand movements became even more exaggerated and his voice blaring as he screamed to the (hells) heavens.

"OH, GREAT SPIRITS FROM BEYOND! HEAR MY GOSH DARN PLEA! TAKE ERI TO WHERE SALVATION LIES, AND ALLOW HER SOUL TO BE REFORMED INTO ITS ONCE PURE STATE!"

After his loud roars, Katsuki went to his door to listen to the approaching sounds. He smirked at the sound of footsteps, and he darted to Eri to continue his menacingly ridiculous movements.

"They're coming Eri, they're coming to take you away!" Katsuki exclaimed, facing Eri directly and terrifying her even more, almost to the point of tears.

"Nohoho! Uncle! What kind of demons have you summoned?!" Eri cried helplessly, deep down accepting the impending doom that was to come as she failed to escape her binds.

And as it turns out, her impending doom was-

SOME-

Bang!

-BODY ONCE TOLD ME...

Two figures kicked the door open, some kind of music of unknown origin and location playing as they did, and the silhouettes stepped in.

And as it turns out, the silly figures were Denki and Fumikage

"You!" Denki shouted with his best deep voice and pointed at Katsuki with a grin. "Are you the one that summoned us?!"

"No!" Eri yelled with a high pitch as he stared at the newly arrived duo with dread. "Not the bolt guy and the bird guy!"

Fumikage allowed a small and amused snort to slip because of Eri's hilariously afraid state. He wholeheartedly accepted his role as one of her "tormentors" and approached her, around her chair and pushing it and her out of the room.

"Alright then, princess of the mythical beasts, you're coming with us now." Fumikage said archaically, although there was some audible amusement and humor in his tone

"N-no! No, no, no, no!" Eri continued to beg for mercy her head shaking and quivering as she grew increasingly distressed with each centimeter towards the door.

"Ooooh, we'll have a blast, Eri!" Denki exclaimed, grinning widely and with plain, friendly enjoyment that Eri misinterpreted to be sadistic. "We can play all sorts of board and video games, maybe watch brand-spanking new cartoons, oh and how about some arts and crafts with Yaoyorozu?!"

Eri was not listening to them at that point. She was flailing around and looking back at her ash-blond uncle, desperately hoping that he would reconsider and help her.

"Nohohoho, no! S-someone! Uncle! Please! Help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The rewinder's only response was Katsuki's wide and wobbly grin as he finally exploded into a bunch of uncontained laughter, and soon he left her sights as the doors closed.

No hair on Eri's head was harmed in the end.