Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Anime

: Boku no Hero / My Hero Academia

Pairing

: Deku x Kagome

Summary

: Hero course students weren't supposed to play spin the bottle.

Presence of Purity
Chapter Seven: Games

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They were supposed to be hero course students.

But at the end of the day – they were still teenagers and teenagers tested the waters; it was just how the world went.

Her eyes narrowed on Ashido who started the whole thing.

She was a second year and she should not have been in the 1-A's dorms, but she was dragged by the younger girl with the promise of food and girl talk. This was so beyond girl talk she had no idea how it even had reached this point yet somehow there was music playing, food being passed around as the students of 1-A laughed and played.

And she was smack dab in the middle of a game that was making her cheeks burn.

If Aizawa could see his class now, she was sure there would be hell to pay.

Her gaze darted to the closet and heard the count down, Kirishima's voice loud and curious, " – two and one!"

There were whispers and giggles, but the door creaked open and Uraraka came out first, her cheeks crimson and refusing to look at anyone in the room. Kaminari came out a little slower but his smug look said enough and if it didn't the static in her Uraraka's hair spoke loud enough for the both of them.

Bakugo groaned as he handed cash to Kirishima, "Told you!"

"Yeah, shut the hell up!"

Tsu had already rushed the blushing girl with Hagakure, the latter squealing loudly.

Her lips pursed in a frown and she was looking for her companion who had the nerve to not even be playing the game! She spotted her at the couch with Izuku whose cheeks were flushed. Ashido was gesturing wildly to the game and Izuku's emerald gaze met hers briefly.

Internally she squeaked, horrified.

Izuku had not joined the game and she was fine with that – she was okay kissing a stranger but not the boy she actually liked and now he was being dragged toward the circle by Ashido.

"Move over anger management!" Ashido called out as she shoved herself and Izuku into the circle. Her lips were pulled into a wide grin as she ignored Bakugo's grumbling. She leaned over and grabbed the bottle, her eyes twinkling, "I'm pretty sure it's your turn, right Kagome?"

Kagome put her hands up shaking her head, "N-No, I think it's Todoroki's turn!"

The younger boy shook his adamantly, "No, I'm after you and you haven't gone yet."

An arm slung over her shoulder and Kirishima was there, shit eating grin plastered on his handsome face, "Don't be a wuss, Kagomeee! It's just a game amongst friends!"

She felt herself being pushed and she looked but there was nothing there. Her brows furrowed but she couldn't contemplate it further as Ashido put the bottle in her hand. She found all her protests smothered as the class of 1-A sat her down. With a sigh of resignation, she spun the bottle.

What was the worst that could happen?

The class was cheering as they wondered who the bottle would land on. She looked over at Izuku who was placed diagonally from her. Their eyes met and she turned away, steadily staring at the bottle. It was slowing down – she was holding her breath – and it seemed like it was going to be landing on shy Tokoyami. She was starting to let out the breath she was holding when at the last second the bottle seemed to jerk and there it was – right on Izuku.

She made a sound between a squeak and a cry as Momo and Tsu cheered with Ashido – her crush well known amongst the first-year girls. She didn't have time to think – no time to breathe as she was grabbed and unceremoniously pushed into the closet with Izuku. The overhead light was on, but it was oddly dim, and she became very aware of the fact she was in a closet with Izuku.

He was rubbing the back of his head, but she could clearly see the dusting of red along his freckled cheeks.

The younger boy cracked a shy but nervous smile, "U-u-uh I do-dn't know what to s-say in this s-si-situation." He was starting to ramble, "But y-you know we don't h-have to do anything! W-we can talk! I haven't se-seen you in a while – " he gulped, " – not that I was rea-really focused on that! I just noticed you've been scarce!"

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she leaned against the opposite wall. He was a few inches taller than her, well built, she could tell even in the dim lighting under the plain white t-shirt. He was sweet but masculine in away that made her teen hormones go nuts.

He doesn't like you – he has a thing for Ochaco.

It was in her head, a traitorous voice that watched how they interacted.

But there was a selfish part, the part that was young and easily hurt that said – take advantage, you'll never kiss him again so what does it matter?

With trembling hands, she leaned over grasped the collar of his shirt, "Don't you want to kiss me Izuku? Or am I not your type?" she took a step forward and closed the distance between them. She allowed her hands to flatten on his chest and she watched as he took an audible gulp, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He stepped back and she crowded his space, forcing him against the wall. "It's just a kiss, right?"

His hands came up and grasped her upper arms and his skin was hot on hers.

She had seen him fight, had watched him go toe to toe with the best in his class. Kagome recognized his battle switch turn on and off because her own was very similar. She was seeing it happen right then and there before her eyes as his grip tightened her on arms minutely. His emerald orbs darkened, and he faced her head on. And unlike the stuttering mess he came into the closet as, his voice was a little firmer despite the fact his cheeks were still crimson.

"No – it wouldn't be just a kiss." She was starting to pull away, her embarrassment making her hot, but he held fast, "Anyone else, yes – but it's you."

Her nose scrunched in irritation, "And what does that mean?"

He sighed and it came out shaky, "W-well, it me-means, it-it means I like you. I don't want it to be just a kiss." She caught herself stunned silent, and his eyes were half-lidded, darting to her lips, "And to answer your question –" his voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned forward, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers, " – of course I want to kiss you… can I?"

Their eyes met and she could do little more than nod her head.

His lips touched hers, soft and sweet.

Gentle much like he was – coaxing her lips to follow his in a quiet fumble. Her eyes dropped close as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands settled on her waist and she felt a shiver race along her spine. She sighed sweetly as they came apart for air. There was a smile on his face as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"I have wanted to kiss you since the first time you came by to heal me." His voice was soft and his eyes softer as she giggled. He pulled away and his scarred hand, calloused and rough was cupping her cheek. "Can I kiss you again? Differently this time?"

She tilted her head at his confession and then her brows drew down in confusion, "We have some time I think – but what do you mean differently?"

His smile was a little more devilish, something she typically wouldn't have associated with the younger boy, "This first kiss was for your benefit – not mine."

But she couldn't respond because when his lips covered hers this time? It was a completely different ball game.

She didn't know what going to be different about kissing Izuku a second time, but she did not expect the fire that accompanied it.

Didn't expect for him to press her into the wall, didn't expect to feel that strength and power in his body barely restrained as he pressed his lips to hers. Tentative at first but then hungry. He swiped his tongue against her lips and when they parted, he dove in and branded her. She expected a show of strength from Bakugo and maybe even Kirishima – she didn't expect it from Izuku.

She expected a slow burn like the first but what she was getting so much better.

He had a hand in her hair and another on her waist.

She was pressed against the shelving of the wall and the sound she made was one of pain when something dug uncomfortably into her back. Izuku pulled away for just a moment to shift her against the smoother wall, but the hand on her waist suddenly dropped – caressing her rear before going lower and grabbing a leg.

And then he swept her up, her thighs hooking around his waist.

He was strong – she always knew that but seeing it and experiencing the weightlessness, the non-existent effort he put into holding her. She shivered again and when his hands tightened on her waist and in her hair; she made a sound that couldn't have been anything other than a moan. Her cheeks were on fire as she pulled away, embarrassed but his lips followed hers – his own hungry sound coming through in the tight and intimate space.

He held her close and she felt every hard plane of his body – each muscle earned through sheer hard work and determination. She was running out of air and he pulled away but not completely. His lips were there along her neck, hot and wet as he trailed a path down to her collar bone.

"A-ah – Izuku – " she murmured, a quiet sound as to not be heard by their class mates.

The young hero pulled away and she looked down – emerald meeting cerulean. His eyes were half lidded and the crimson dusting across his cheeks was darker. His lips were parted and slightly shining from their exchange, his breathing coming in small pants.

She swallowed and smiled, "I'm glad it was you, Izuku – and no one else."

He smiled in response and his face went from satisfied to joyful if not slightly nervous, the Izuku everyone knew, "Well… about that – a-actually. A-Ashido and Hagakure s-set it up."

Her brows furrowed and she was about to ask what he meant when the realization set in, "Hagakure was in the middle of the circle!"

He had the nerve to look sheepish, "Y-yeah. Ashido came to me and she suspected I liked you, so she set it up."

Kagome's voice was almost scandalized when she murmured, "Hagakure was naked in the circle!" Izuku laughed only slightly, and definitely wouldn't look her in the eye. She frowned, "So you don't like Uraraka?"

Izuku's confusion was stark as he shook his head, his hands tightening on her thighs, "No – not at all. We're good friends. She was my first friend here at U.A. so we're close but that's all."

Kagome let out a breath and she smiled brightly, "That's good because… I like you too."

He laughed a little louder this time and leaned up to place a quick kiss on her lips before pulling away and hugging her close, "Well then –"

He was cut off by the sound of music abruptly turning off and dead silence followed by an angry firm voice, "And what is going on here?"

Kagome paled, "I-Is that Aizawa-sensei?" she whispered. Izuku nodded his head quickly.

"When I say lights out, I mean lights out. You're lucky I don't fail you from the Hero Course now." It was an empty threat they all knew but they were sure a few of the students outside were flinching. "You will all wake up bright and early to clean this mess and when class starts so does hell. Field training all day for as long as it takes for me to feel you have learned your lesson. If you think you've been sore in the past oh how mistaken you are. Bed. All of you!"

Izuku and Kagome waited for door to open as the sound of rushing feet faded away.

But it didn't.

Instead Aizawa was grumbling and making calls to the headmaster, All Might, Midnight – anyone who would listen to the crap his students got up to.

Which is how Izuku and Kagome ended up stuck in a closet for most of the night.

Not that either complained.

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'Gome Yuki: I loved writing this one! I hope you enjoyed reading it! I have a thing for Deku right now. I would love your your reviews! Thanks for joining me today!