A/N: I just noticed that Kyoka's name is listed as Jirou K. while Izuku's is here as Izuku M. That somehow implies that Jirou is her given name. Which, you know, it's not.
But hey. Yeet.
:3
They were playing a game, of sorts. And if he hadn't been ever so terribly sloshed - because Kaminari had pushed that sake-juice abomination in his hands and he hadn't noticed until the second tall glass - Izuku might have kept track of what the game actually was. As for now, he sat at the small round table they had dug out from whatever mouldy shed it had rotted in, and found himself face to face with Kirishima as it was, as Kaminari put it, their turn.
Turn for what, Izuku couldn't even begin to imagine.
But here he was, in one hand a pencil, in the other a tall glass half full with something he had first mistaken for rather bitter orange juice, and prepared himself to... well, whatever.
Kirishima, likewise equipped with a pencil and an empty glass that had most certainly contained vast amounts of alcohol before, stared him down as if they were about to start a fight. Which, considering that's how Katsuki's and Shoto's turn had ended, might be entirely possible.
"Alight!" Kaminari slurred, swaying ever so slightly as he stood up from his seat. "Ready? Set! Go!"
Izuku, still not even the slightest clue what they were even playing, was woefully unprepared for Kirishima's "YEET!" and the cardboard sheet that had previously served as table mat - at least Izuku had thought it had- hitting his face.
"Yeet?" he sputtered, too sluggish to even really flinch. "Wazzat?"
There was a pause before everyone, even Katsuki, not so much Shoto and most of all Kirishima, went absolutely batshit mad. Which is to say, they roared with outraged laughter as if he had just asked if the earth was round.
"You lost!" Kaminari wheezed, slipping on something. He hit the table and continued to roll off it and laugh on even as he hit the floor.
"I- I did?" How? He had seriously no clue.
"Ya weren' suppose' ta ask what, ya fuck," Katsuki groused, shaking his head.
"That was the one rule we had," Shoto explained gravely, eyes bleary from his definitely alcoholic ice tea.
Well. Okay. "And, uh, what... what now?"
The grin all of them, even Katsuki, not so much Shoto and most of all Kirishima gave him sent shivers down his spine.
Sober, Izuku would have never even made the track up to the girl's rooms. Totally drunk, however... Well. He was here now. Because apparently, they had been playing truth or dare. Or some form of it at least. Maybe? Anyway. He'd been dared to steal a bustier. Izuku would have expected that sort of stuff from Mineta, but that particular perv had switched to the general education course some time ago. But then, Mineta had spent an awful lot of time around Kaminari. So much in fact, that it was all too plausible for him to have rubbed off on Kaminari. Which explained the dare.
Great.
He passed Ochako's room and briefly, only very briefly, thought about entering but he knew how light of a sleeper she was and a sudden lack of gravity would probably have him hurl. Next was Tsu's room and if not for the light shining through under the door, Izuku might have seriously considered it. Momo's room was a hard pass, since he knew - for reasons he would never ever divulge - that she slept naked and he did not feel like getting murdered tonight. He might have gone into Toru's room, but the possibility of running right into the very naked girl made him nervous. And if he went into Mina's room, well, Kirishima would murder him when he got back down. There was no doubt in Izuku's thoroughly buzzed mind that his red-haired friend could tell who's underwear he would have brought.
That left him with the last room. Kyoka's. The door was ever so slightly ajar.
...
"Here goes nothing," he muttered to himself, and entered.
In the dark, the many instruments and purple colours in Kyoka's room looked kind of haunting, but he was here now and there was no turning back. If he were sober, he wouldn't even be here, he idly mused to himself as he made his way over to a tall cupboard next to the window. He didn't even have to look for too long. There, atop the cupboard, was a simple black bra.
The moment he had it in his hands, the light turned on.
"You suck at sneaking, you know that?"
...
Izuku's heart fluttered to an uncomfortable stop.
"Ehm... Yeet?"
Kyoka, standing with her arms crossed right behind him, appeared fairly bemused by this situation. "Let me guess. You got drunk, played a stupid game and they sent you up to pilfer some underwear."
Izuku nodded. Was she angry? She didn't look angry.
"And it was Kaminari's idea," she went on.
"Mhm," he nodded again.
"And you thought you would take mine because...?"
"Well..." Honestly, he hadn't thought about this much at all. "I, uh, I guess?"
She clicked her tongue. "And you went ahead and to the ugliest one I got."
Izuku blinked at her. "W-What?"
She pushed past him, opened her drawer and dug a small, lacey thong out of it. And handed it to him. "Take this instead."
Izuku's jaw felt like it would dislodge itself any second now as he stared at the tiniest strip of underwear he had ever seen. Kyoka, meanwhile, took her bra from his unresponsive hands and-
She put it on.
That was just about when Izuku actually realized that she was naked.
Not that she seemed bothered by that.
"I sleep in those," she said casually, pulling a black pair on underwear from the same drawer, also putting it on.
He must have been dreaming or something. "Uhm... you were... I just..."
Kyoka closed the drawer, leaned against it and locked eyes with him. "So, you gonna take your booty back now?"
"I, uh, I guess," he stammered, planning for some sort of escape but he had just seen a girl naked (which, in his intoxicated state, was a lot more jarring than usually) and she'd given him - willingly(!) - her underwear!?
She smirked, then, and it somehow made his knees weaker than they already were. "Or you don't," she said conversationally, "and stay here instead."
Stay. Here? What? "What?"
She shook her head. "Come on." Kyoka took his hand, removed that sinful piece of underwear from his person, and pulled him over to the bed. "You are drunk and need some sleep."
How that explained her shoving him int her bed and climbing in right after, Izuku didn't know, but he was somewhat out of it anyway. Which is how he ended up in Kyoka's bed, under her blanket, staring at her laughing purple eyes.
"Man," she whispered, her breath ghosting across his face. She smelt of toothpaste. "You are so damn drunk."
"I, uhm, I... yes," he stammered intelligently, now somehow concerned that his breath could potentially smell of anything but orange.
"Ah," she sighed dramatically, "the things I could do to you if you weren't..."
Somehow, Izuku got the feeling she wasn't talking about hurting him. He perked up. "Do what?"
Her earphone jack slithered up to his temple and pushed his head down into the pillow.
"You just sleep here tonight," she commanded, smiling, "Heaven knows what those idiots will do with you otherwise."
He would have liked to argue that it probably was far from proper for him to sleep here and that, if Aizawa ever found out, he was dead meat. But he was drunk, Kyoka's bed was warm, her smile beautiful and her touch gentle. He was asleep before he could protest.
When he woke up, he still remembered. Apparently, he had not drunk enough spiked orange juice to forget himself. So waking up in Kyoka's bed was still jarring, but not nearly as surprising as her still being in it. Curled up around his side.
He blinked against the light that fell through her window. He expected a headache but could feel none. Aside from the acidic taste of orange in his mouth, nothing felt especially wrong.
Aside from maybe the fact that he could tell that he was basically naked save for his briefs.
Kyoka, face still very much right in front of him, cracked an eye open. "Still drunk?" she asked, voice thick with sleep.
He swallowed. "Uhm, no. Don't think so."
She roused further, lifting her head. Both deep purple eyes starring at him. "That's good," she said, "Now I don't have to feel like taking advantage of you."
Izuku's brow furrowed. "How would you-?"
He was shut up pretty efficiently by a kiss. And another one. And then some. But since Izuku did need to breathe at some point in between Kyoka's soft lips and her ear jacks prodding his torso with an uncanny gentleness to them, the kiss ended.
When there was about an inch of breathable air between them, all Izuku managed was a rather breathless, "Wow."
Kyoka smirked coyly down at him. "You think so? I think so too. We should do this more often."
And maybe there was some alcohol left in his system when he suggested, "How about now?"
She chuckled and climbed over to straddle him. Izuku forgot for a moment that he was inherently supposed to be a bit on the shy side. He'd always known Kyoka do be beautiful, but it seemed to strike him a hundred times harder when she hovered over him in nothing but simple black underwear and a teasing smile on those soft lips he had mere moments ago tasted.
So, one might forgive him for being a bit starstruck.
Because that's how he ended up getting a girlfriend. And more thereafter.
There was a pause before everyone, even Katsuki, not so much Shoto and most of all Kirishima, freaked the heck out when he told his story the next evening. Of course, Izuku left out the steamy details that followed the early morning after, but apparently, his story wasn't that unbelievable because everyone seemed to have known that Kyoka had a thing for him and that he most definitely would have one for her. Even Shoto looked as if it had been painfully obvious.
Though Izuku liked to doubt that they had it all planned out to happen, the more he thought about it, the more unlikely it seemed that he would have entered anyone else's room in the first place.
And when Kyoka came down that evening, casually placed a kiss on his lips just by ways of passing by on her way to the kitchen, and no one did more than grin stupidly or at least somewhat knowingly, he knew he had been set up.
When Kyoka was in the kitchen, Izuku's head hit the table with an embarrassed groan, ears red and cheeks perhaps even redder. "You guys are horrible," he whined.
Kirishima huffed. "Excuse me, the word you are looking for is manly!"
"You would have taken ages to figure yourself out, man," Kaminari laughed. "We just... helped along."
"I had nothing to do with this," Shoto added, nursing his cup of tea, but Izuku doubted that somewhat.
Katsuki grunted something under his breath. "I still say we should have gotten him into Ponytail's room. She would have slapped the shit right out of him."
"That's not manly at all!"
Izuku lifted his head a bit and hit the table once more before getting up. "Fine!" he exclaimed with false bravado. "So I have a girlfriend now! I can totally deal with this!"
The other's gave him various degrees of rather dubious looks but didn't stop him as he stiffly made his way into the kitchen area where the girls were making dinner. The only ones missing were Ochako and Toru, who were probably still over at the gym.
He hesitated for half a second has he came up behind Kyoka, who was softly humming to herself as she arranged some strawberries in a bowl of yoghurt. Setting his jaw against the onset of embarrassment, he dared to wrap his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck. Her scent, indescribable as it was, allowed him to relax a bit, even as he felt the eyes of the others on him.
Kyoka didn't seem bothered by the attention at all. She turned her head, smiled, a placed a small kiss on his cheek. "Heya," she said, "Guys wring all the dirty details out of you?"
Now that made him blush for real. The memories were all so clear in his head, he could almost still taste her. "No," he huffed with indignation, "As if I would tell."
She laughed softly, plucked a strawberry out of her bowl and offered it to him. "Good thing, that. Kaminari's pervy enough without knowing what I get up to in the bedroom."
He admired that she could so casually say these things. Because he certainly couldn't. And judging from the epic proportions of the blush that coloured almost all of Momo's face that he could see past Kyoka's smile, their class president wouldn't be able to, either.
Mina, on the other hand, squealed in delight. "Oh! I knew I heard something yesterday!"
Oh no. Izuku felt his ears begin to hurt from the heat his blood circulation generated in them. He ate the offered strawberry right from Kyoka's fingers and tried not to look as uncomfortable as he felt.
"Bet you did," Kyoka chuckled. "Might've gotten a bit loud but would you blame me?"
Izuku felt the need to hide, but an immense amount of unexpected pride flooded his system at her admission. And lots of inappropriate memories. Hot. Memories. He focused on chewing the strawberry instead.
There was more squealing and Tsu, of all people, gave him a pat on the back accompanied by some sort of approving nod of the head.
He returned to the guys sometime later, but only after he had sworn to Momo his... well, not pure, but upstanding intension with her friend. They all, even Katsuki, not so much Shoto and most of all Kirishima, grinned dirtily at him.
"So?" Kirishima asked, "What'd they say?"
Izuku glowered half-heartedly at him. There was still the table mat from yesterday. So Izuku sat down, flipped it in his face and said, "Yeet!"
They all, even Katsuki, not so much Shoto but definitely not Kirishima, roared with laughter.