Midoriya sat on his bed. The light outside his window was fading fast, but he wasn't too focused on the setting sun. Instead, he was focused on the card held in his hands. He studied it extensively, reading over every detail as he had a thousand times before.

Name: Izuku Midoriya.

Born: 15 July, 2000

Sex: Male

Eyes: Green

Hair: Green

Status: V

Lost: N/A

The card seemed to flicker for a moment. He had almost forgotten it was digital to begin with, nor could he remember why these cards existed in the first place. Everyone had one. Sometimes it wasn't their own though. Of course, he still had his; he wouldn't give it up to just anybody. That was the sort of decision that would follow you for the rest of your life.

You couldn't get rid of it either. Izuku wasn't sure how, but no matter how many times he tried to leave it somewhere or "lose" it, it would always seem to pop back up in his wallet later. He hated it. It reminded him of how lonely his childhood had been. But he was at UA now, so that part didn't matter. However, even though he was at the school of his dreams, it still didn't feel like the right time; he wasn't ready to "trade cards" yet. Not that that mattered much either: no one in particular had caught his eye yet.

Except maybe Uraraka. He couldn't help how she made him feel. It was different from how any other girl made him feel, though they all admittedly had the same effect on him anyways, hers was just amplified. She was special, he knew that much. But was she special enough to have his card?

Probably not. It just didn't feel right he guessed. Not the right time, nor the right place, nor the right person. But she did come close.

He thought back to when it all began.

It was back when he was just twelve years old. That's when the cards were first issued. Everyone got one, and they all disclosed the same information. It was meant to be a way to trace one's sexual history. More specifically, their first encounter. Hence why Midoriya's card had no such disclosure. He hadn't lost his "V Card" yet. That was the name they had come to be known by. He was told it was a play on an old euphemism for losing virginity, but that was information he didn't care about. As far as he was concerned, the cards were a curse; he saw absolutely no benefit they could offer.

When the time comes (if it ever would), losing his card would mean giving it up to someone else: it would literally leave his physical presence and bind to his "partner." That was how the cards functioned. Transfer. An exchange in some cases.

It was through this very process that the cards established a new social hierarchy entirely. Naturally, Midoriya found his way to the bottom of that structure rather quickly. He was part of the group that wanted to "trade cards." Those at this level wanted to lose their card to someone who hadn't lost theirs yet: an equivalent exchange. Izuku felt that this was the most meaningful way to go about this whole gratuitous process.

Above them were those who didn't care who ended up with their card, as long as they lost it eventually. He stayed away from these people. They just seemed to have no care in the world, regarding anything and that made him very uncomfortable.

And at the top, were what Midoriya had dubbed "The Collectors." They were obsessed with amassing as many "V Cards" as they could. Once their card was given away, they only cared about taking the cards of others. They were often slimy, immoral monsters who had no regard for the emotions of others. They would manipulate and lie to others to reach their selfish goals, and yet society put them at the top, as if they were the greatest thing to ever happen to the modern world. Izuku just didn't understand.

The new hierarchy made his middle school years especially hard on him. He was shunned because he was born without a quirk. And because he was shunned, he never had a chance to meet someone that he could share his card with. His oppressors leapt on every opportunity they could, and his status as untaken made him a much bigger target. He was ridiculed mercilessly. Especially by his childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo.

Bakugo was one of the few people Izuku knew who was a true "Collector." Katsuki boasted a collection of over 70 cards he had collected in their three-year stint at Aldera Junior High, which was more than anybody else in the entire school. He quickly ascended to the top of the pyramid and because Izuku was both quirkless and a "Trader", he was Katsuki's biggest target for oppression.

His three years in junior middle were hell, but he was finally past all that. Here at UA, nobody really seemed to care what you did with your card or if you even had yours anymore. And Izuku was so thankful for that fact. He'd be so embarrassed if it came out to his class that he had yet to give his card up to anyone. And Katsuki seemed to calm down when he learned that Izuku did in fact have a quirk (though he neglected to tell him where said quirk came from). Things were better. Or so he thought. Once the students were moved into the dorms, it was all downhill from there.

With everyone in such close proximity at all hours of the day, someone was bound to find out about his status eventually. He just prayed it wasn't because Bakugo decided to just loud him out in front of everyone. He'd rather them all find out about it on his terms. Or not at all. Not at all would be even better.

But fate seemed to have a different plan for Izuku Midoriya. And that plan was to reveal to everyone exactly what his card detailed.

It happened that same evening, not long after Izuku had been studying his card.

'Class 1A, please meet me in the common room. -Midnight'

He received a group text from his Modern Hero Art History teacher and immediately he was on his way down to the common room. He was curious about what could be going on. It wasn't very often the entire class was called to meet outside of class time, so he was interested to see what the pro had to say.

It seemed Izuku was the first one down and after some patient waiting, the rest of the class was soon to follow. Only Bakugo and Mineta really took their time coming down, but after some encouragement in the form of mass-text spam from their peers, the two joined them. They all waited fervently for Midnight to get to the subject of the meeting.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why you were called down here tonight. Well, UA faculty felt they had an issue to address with the construction of student dorms. And that issue, would be that you are all young heroes in their prime of youth, living together in co-ed dorms. Now, what does this mean?" She paused. Braving the unknown, Ida raised his hand.

"Yes, young Ida?"

"It means that we are to hold ourselves to a certain standard and keep our behavior in control." He sounded very confident in his answer.

"While that is true. We teachers had something else in mind. Could you all please pull out your cards?"

She said it so nonchalantly. As if she hadn't just asked an entire group of teenagers to reveal the status of their innocence. But that's exactly what she had just done! And now they were just going to lay it bare for her. Not if Izuku had anything to say about it.

"W-Why? Why would you need to see those?" He managed to stutter out.

"For the sake of a demonstration Midoriya. Now please, pull it out." As everyone else had already done, Midoriya reached for his card in his wallet. He presented it to Midnight. One by one, she checked everyone's cards.

"Hmm. Shoji, check. Koda, check. Sato, X. Ida, X. Sero, check. Todoroki, check. Yaoyorozu, X. Kirishima, check. Ojiro, check. Aoyama, check. Kaminari, check. Ashido, check. Tokoyami, check. Uraraka, X. Jiro, X. Hagakure, check. Asui, check. Mineta, X." Midnight was making some sort of checklist and it related to the cards in some way. Was she making note of who had lost their cards?! Finally, she reached Midoriya.

"Midoriya, check." She made another mark on the list. So everyone who had checks still had theirs? But that would mean that most of the class hadn't lost theirs yet. But it also meant that Uraraka had! And Mineta?! That part shocked Izuku quite a bit. Midnight moved on to Bakugo next.

"Bakugo, where is your card?" She sounded stern. For once, she wasn't excited over a rebellious student. This seemed like it could be a serious issue then.

"Dunno." Katsuki blew her off.

"I know it's always on you. So where is it?" He groaned at that but began to reach for his wallets. Yes, wallets. Izuku had discovered a while back that he had several wallets, three if he could remember correctly, and two of them were dedicated entirely to cards. He pulled out a very familiar one though, his very first wallet. He flipped it open and in the very front was a single V Card. It had to be the original, but Midoriya couldn't get a good enough look to verify. Bakugo turned the card around for Midnight to see.

"Bakugo, X." The rest of the class gasped at this bit of information. They were probably shocked at the fact that, despite his prickly nature, Bakugo had managed to trade cards with someone. If only they knew the truth. Satisfied that she now had a completed list, Midnight returned to the front of the room.

"I imagine you're all wondering what this is for. This list will be the faculty's guide for making sure that you all aren't up to any sort of funny business." She waggled her eyebrows at that.

"We'll be checking up on you every now and then to make sure your status doesn't change. Here at UA, we don't have time to deal with relationships and the emotional baggage that come with them. So do your best to keep it platonic with your peers, otherwise it could be your career as a hero on the line. Understand?" The class all nodded in response. They definitely understood.

"And those of you that may have more than one card, we'll follow up later to gather more in-depth data on your… 'collection.'" She said the last word with a bit of venom. Did Midnight dislike people who collected. That was probably a good thing, but Izuku couldn't bring himself to care. All his worries were put to rest. He wouldn't be ridiculed for still having his card! In fact, he was encouraged to keep it! He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Midnight leave the common room through the front entrance. After, he decided to make his way towards the elevator to return to his room but was stopped by a shout.

"Hey everyone! To celebrate moving into the dorms, Aizawa said we were allowed to throw a party. So be here tonight at 6 pm sharp and get ready to mingle!" It was Ashido who made the announcement. No doubt it was orchestrated by both her and Hagakure though: those two had been inseparable since the year began. Izuku decided then and there that he would not be attending that party. He may have finally had some assurance about his cardholder status, but that didn't mean he was ready to launch himself head-first into the social scene. So instead, he opted to return to his room and start on some studying.

He sat down at his desk and pulled out his math textbook. Flipping to the bookmarked page, he read the first sentence. The term quadratic is used to describe a polynomial whose first term is to the second power. His phone screen lit up. He ignored it and continued reading. After reaching halfway down the page, his phone screen lit up again. He checked it this time.

2 Messages from Uraraka:

'Hey Deku?'

'Dekuuuuuuuu?'

Midoriya quickly typed out a response.

'Yes, Uraraka?'

Her reply was immediate.

'You're coming to the party tonight right?'

Uraraka wanted him to come to the party? Maybe he could go for just a bit, and then come back to his room late.

'I don't know yet. I'm still thinking about it. What about you?'

'I'm definitely going. You should too. It wouldn't be the same without you ;)'

W-Was she flirting with him? Like he would know in the first place. Before UA, no girl had talked to him except to put him down and berate him. But this felt like flirting. Was it?! He had to be sure. And the only way to do that, would be to go to the party and find out for himself.

'I'll come then. I don't want to disappoint.'

'Awesome! I'll see you in a couple hours then!'

Now he had to go get himself ready, starting with a shower. He grabbed a change of clothes and his towel and made his way to the bathrooms down the hall. Once he was done, he returned to his room and sat down to study. Might as well use the time wisely. But he soon found himself too excited to focus, and before he knew it, it was time to head downstairs.

The elevator opened to reveal the common room and immediately Izuku was overwhelmed by the sound of loud music and chatter. He looked around and saw that food and beverages lined the counter. Speakers had been set up near the tv and were playing whatever music was streaming from said television. Some of his classmates were dancing while others were standing around chatting. He checked the time. 6:07. So he was a little late, but overall not too bad. He was brought out of his thoughts when Uraraka caught his attention.

"Hey! Deku, over here!" She called him over to where she and Ida were standing. He quickly made his way over to greet his friends.

"Hey Ida. Hey Uraraka. Neat party huh?"

"Yes. I agree. This party is 'neat.'" Ida sounded as if he was a bit out of his comfort zone. "I am in need of a beverage, would you two like anything?" Midoriya shook his head, but Uraraka requested some punch. Ida left to go get the drinks.

"I'm glad you came Deku." She put her hand on his arm and squeezed lightly. He blushed lightly, not used to the contact.

"Well, I couldn't say no to you Uraraka." He chuckled nervously.

"Hm" was all she said in response. It wasn't meant to end the conversation, but it did bring it to a pause as Ida returned with his and Uraraka's drinks. She happily accepted the red beverage before taking a long sip.

"Hmm. That's really good. Thanks Ida."

"Of course. It is my pleasure." He punctuated his acknowledgement with some robotic hand movements. Izuku laughed and Uraraka giggle. Ida blushed furiously before dismissing himself suddenly. They watched him make his way over to Ashido and Hagakure where he proceeded to express his gratitude for the party. They turned their attention away once more.

"You want to go mingle with the others?" Uraraka asked.

"Sure." They approached a cluster of their classmates and Uraraka immediately jumped into the conversation. Izuku decided to hang back a bit, not wanting to interrupt. He instead busied himself with studying the room a bit more. The furniture had been pushed apart to form a makeshift dance floor. The lights had been dimmed a bit and the room was filled with music blaring at a volume that was just below too loud. His gaze stopped on the drinks and snacks. He suddenly realized just how dry his throat was. He made up his mind.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get a drink." He said to no one in particular. It was mostly so Uraraka knew where he had gone, but he guessed she probably wasn't listening, so he slipped away anyway. As he got closer he began to weigh his options. There looked to be a few different sodas, water, and a large bowl of punch. He wasn't too keen on soda but also wanted something more than just water, so punch it would be. He grabbed a cup and scooped some punch from the bowl into his cup. Once it was full, he lifted it to his mouth to drink.

"Urk." Izuku gagged a bit. The punch smelled strongly. Not like he would've expected it to smell either. It smelled like fruit of course, but there was something else, beneath all the fruit scents. It was probably nothing, but just in case, he went over to where Ashido was standing. After a little hesitation, he tapped her shoulder lightly.

"Hey Ashido, can I ask you something?" She turned to look at him, her yellow eyes catching his green ones. He doubted that he would ever get used to her admittedly unique eyes.

"Hey Midori! What's up?"

"Well I was just wondering what's in this punch?" He didn't want to come across like he was accusing her of something, so he chose his words carefully. "I just need to make sure it's all good you know?"

"Of course! If I remember correctly it's a blend of apple, strawberry, grape, pineapple, and blueberry juices." Well that would explain the very interesting color. "But other than that, it's just ordinary punch, I promise." She winked. Now Izuku was confused. Was that a sign that it wasn't ordinary punch? Or was the wink just to mess with him?

"O-Okay. Thanks Ashido." He retreated back to his original spot, near the snack bar and decided that the punch was most likely safe. Quickly he downed the entire glass and poured himself another. He felt a little warmness rise from the pit of his stomach that breached into his chest before finally settling in his face. He felt flushed, but not from heat or embarrassment. It was a nice, comforting warmth. Content, he made his way back to Uraraka.

"There you are Deku! I was wondering where you got off to. Enjoying yourself?" He nodded in response. Words didn't seem necessary. She laughed and playfully pushed his shoulder. He laughed in return and tapped her shoulder gently. He suddenly felt a lot more confident and care-free. Was this what it was like to be unburdened by the pressured of society's standards. He was just a boy having fun with a girl, at a high school party. No worries about quirked versus quirkless or card-holder versus cardless. He was just Izuku Midoriya and she was just Ochaco Uraraka.

"I'm gonna go refresh my drink. I'll be back Deku." She smiled and walked off towards the snack bar. Izuku turned to his classmates and dove into the conversation, receiving cheers of encouragement at his sudden extroverted behavior.

Ochaco approached the punch bowl and scooped out another cups worth. Her plan was going smoothly. She just had to keep things up for a while longer. She quickly downed the entire cup and poured another. She repeated this cycle a couple more times before she was satisfied. She was glad Mina had decided to spike this punch. It would make it all the easier to get Izuku right where she wanted him. She palmed her back pocket where her wallet was. She could visualize every one of the cards that she had collected over the years; she had reached 49 by the end of her last year of junior high. She was finally at the big milestone: 50 cards. And she was dead set on her fiftieth being Izuku Midoriya. He had such a sweet innocence to him that made him so desirable to her, she couldn't help herself any longer. And now with the dorms, it was all the easier to obtain her prize. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by an approaching classmate.

"I know what you're doing Ochaco. It's obvious." Kyouka Jiro. Ochaco had known her for quite a long time. They had both attended the same junior high school. Kyouka was a bit of a teacher's pet and that had always pissed her off. Where Uraraka took delight in taking somebody's card from them, Jiro had been one to wait until she found the "right person." It made her want to vomit. Where was the pride in that? Where was the strength in waiting for just one person, when you could have them all? She decided she'd play dumb to her "friend."

"What are you talking about Kyouka? I'm just getting something to drink." She said it in a sickly, sweet tone to try and build a false innocence. Kyouka obviously didn't buy it.

"I know you're buttering that poor boy up so that you can take his card. You're sick. You know that right? Did you ever stop to think about how he'd feel about that?!" The purple-haired girl raised her voice a bit at the end but quickly dialed it back after receiving a few confused stares.

"I'm not doing anything Kyouka. And even if I was doing anything like that, it wouldn't really be your business, would it?" Ochaco jabbed her finger into Jiro's chest as hard as she could. The shorter girl winced in pain, but continued her onslaught nonetheless.

"You need help Ochaco. And you should start by leaving Izuku Midoriya alone. You're not right for him at all."

"Oh yeah? And was Yaomisaro right for you?" Kyouka backed down. She looked hurt. Ochaco liked that. She delighted in making others squirm in discomfort and her "friend" was no exception to that.

"That's what I thought. Now leave me alone Jiro." The Earphone Jack user retreated swiftly and Ochaco returned to sipping on her punch. She scanned the room for Izuku. She spotted him and immediately noticed he had finished his second cup of "liquid courage." Two would probably be enough that he was sufficiently uninhibited at this point. She approached him, ready to sink in her fangs.

"O-Ochaco, why were you gone so long? Do you not like me anymore or something?" He grinned stupidly.

Oh yeah. He was definitely drunk enough at this point. She grinned maniacally.

Izuku was having a great time. After his second cup of punch, he felt lighter than air. He laughed. Kaminari had said something funny. Was that Kaminari? He honestly couldn't remember what Kaminari looked like at this point. Either way, he continued to laugh.

"Yo Midoribro. You doing okay man? You're laughing like I just told the world's funniest joke." Was that Kirishima? Was that who told the amazing joke he was still laughing at? He didn't care. It was funny, and that was all that mattered.

"Dude, I'm a little concerned about you man. What have you had to drink man?"

"Er… Just two cups of punch." He answered. He recognized that he was asked something this time. Then he remembered something funny and began to giggle once more.

"Dude. Midoriya's a total lightweight man. What a bummer. I was hoping he could hold it harder than I could."

He continued to laugh. Now he wasn't sure what he was laughing at anymore, but it was still funny either way. Then he noticed Uraraka coming towards him and he realized she had been gone. Where did she go? She went to get punch right? Why was she gone so long?

"O-Ochaco, why were you gone so long? Do you not like me anymore?" Why did he ask that? He wasn't even sure if she like him or not, so why would he open the conversation like that? She giggled at him. He loved that sound; he could listen to it for hours. Wait was she saying something?

"…where quieter?" He only caught the tail end of that.

"Umm. What?"

"I said: 'Do you want to go somewhere quieter?" Did he? Maybe. He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to an empty corner of the room.

"How's this? It's quiet over here." Ochaco smiled before leaning closer. Her lips grazed his ear and she whispered to him.

"I meant somewhere upstairs silly. Somewhere more… intimate…" He shivered in anticipation. She grabbed his hands and guided them to her rear before she stole his lips for a kiss. It was by no means graceful; she was pretty drunk herself at this point, but it was electric. She savored every second of it. Suddenly, Izuku pulled back, away from her.

"Wait. Wait, this isn't right. I don't want this." He had already made up his mind that Ochaco would not be the one for him. He was so tempted, but he knew that it was probably because of that warm fuzziness that was clouding his thoughts.

"W-What do you mean you don't want this?!" She sounded very upset. Izuku was worried. Did he say something wrong? He was starting to get uncomfortable, and it was only magnified by all the people staring at the now.

"I-I thought you liked me Deku! I saw all the signs! So what's different?! What changed, huh?!" She was coming at him now and he didn't know what to do. He was starting to get overwhelmed. He could feel a panic attack starting to build. Oh god! Not now, please!

"I don't know Ochaco! Okay?! I just… I just want to save myself okay?! And you're not the person I'm saving myself for! I'm sorry, you're just not!" Now he was raising his voice. Why? Wasn't that just going to cause more of a scene? He couldn't handle this anymore. He tried to leave the corner, but she blocked his exit.

"So it's because I've already given someone my card then? You're gonna turn me down because I'm already 'used'?!" That's not what he said. Why was she twisting his words against him all of a sudden? Nothing was making sense. He pushed past her and rushed towards the elevator. He had to get out of here. He couldn't take it anymore. He heard her shouting something unintelligible in the background, but he ignored it; it wasn't important. Just when he thought he was almost there, he tripped and suddenly everything went black.

Izuku woke with a start. His head hurt, but it still felt fuzzy too. So the punch hadn't worn off yet. He sat up and suddenly the world was spinning. He fell back against his pillow and waited for his vision to go still again.

"Hey dude. Take it easy. You hit your head pretty hard." He jumped. He hadn't seen the person sitting next to him. Come to think of it, where was he? He tried to sit up again and this time everything stayed still. He looked around and was immediately assaulted by bright pink everywhere.

Ashido's room.

He looked to his right and sure enough, sitting there staring at him, was Mina Ashido.

"Here. Take this." She handed him a cup of water and a couple small, red pills. He accepted without question, knocked the pills back, and drowned them in the water. Once the pills were down, he finished the rest of the water.

"That should help your head feel a bit better. It won't help the drunkenness, but that'll pass eventually."

"Thanks." So it had been alcohol. That's why things had gotten so weird. Why Ochaco had made a pass at him. He was an easy target cause he was drunk. There went the little bit of self esteem he had been building throughout the day, gone in an instant. He began to tear up. Great. Now he was gonna look like a drunk, crying mess in front of Mina.

"Woah dude. Keep it off my sheets please." Her sheets? Oh yeah, he was in her bed. He was in Mina Ashido's bed… Wow. This was the last place he expected to end up today, and yet, here he was.

"What happened down there Midori?" Her tone was soft. It was so soothing. But he needed to answer her, not get distracted by her silky voice.

"I-I don't really know. I had some of the punch. I got drunk. Ochaco started making a move on me and I just didn't like it. Then she started freaking out on me. I couldn't take it. I started to panic and I ran, but I guess I fell and hit my head. And now I'm here. But you know that part, so I don't need to mention it." Izuku found himself rambling a bit at the end. It was probably a mixture of being drunk and being in a pretty girl's bedroom. But she seemed to get the point he was trying to make.

"That's messed up dude. Sounds like she tried to take advantage of you."

"You think so?"

"Oh yeah! What she did was crazy. Hopefully nobody believes her crazy story though."

"I hope so. This could ruin my chances at making any friends here. I can't go back to being all alone. It was so painful. I was finally getting a taste of what it felt like to not be shunned and put down. And now those opportunities could be soiled."

"Not all of them. I'm here for you Midori. Give it time. Let the air clear. And we can get this all worked out." She smiled at him. Something about it felt different from the way that Uraraka had smiled at him. It gave him a warm buzzing feeling in his chest. A feeling he could get used to.

"We?"

"Yeah, we. You and I. I'll help you clear everything up. It's the least I could do for you since I was the one to spike the punch in the first place." Ashido shrunk in herself at that last remark.

"You… you what?"

"I spiked the punch. You know? I added some alcohol to it to liven things up a little."

"Oh." Izuku was silent after that. He had a good bit to think about. On one hand, he was upset that Ashido had spiked the punch because of the huge scene it had caused. But on the other hand, he finally knew Uraraka's real intentions, and he was really glad for that. He guessed that, in a way, Ashido was his hero, in a twisted sort of way.

"Thanks."

"Hm? You're welcome? What are you thanking me for Midori?"

"Thanks for showing me that Uraraka wasn't who I thought she was."

"Oh. Uh, I guess you're welcome then. I'm glad I could help?" She laughed. It was loud, and boisterous, but it was contagious. Izuku found himself laughing just as hard, and it felt amazing. They fell back into a comfortable silence, content to just stare at each other for a while. Then, Ashido did something that really surprised him.

"Move over."

"H-Huh?"

"I said move over Midori. Make room for me."

"I-Is that such a good idea?" He didn't think he could handle this either!

"Izuku, I am just as drunk and tired as you are. Now scoot over so I can lay down and rest."

"O-Okay…" He slid over to his left a bit, making room for Ashido. She slid under the covers and laid down next to him.

"Hmm. Thanks for warming them up for me."

"Y-You're welcome." Izuku was beyond nervous at this point. His face was red hot and showed no signs of cooling down anytime soon.

"Jeez Midori. Calm down. There's nothing to freak out about. See?" To emphasize her point, she slid up next to him and snuggled into his arm. She looked up at him and he finally made eye contact with her. Her face was almost as flushed as his. A prominent lilac color coated her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? Or just flushed because she had been drinking also? He didn't know, and he couldn't even think straight. She slid up closer to his face. His breathing hitched. What was going on?!

Ashido continued to inch closer until her lips pressed against his own. Her eyes closed slowly as she hummed softly into his mouth. Izuku wasn't sure what to do. He supposed that this was a moment where he needed to rely solely on instinct. So what were his instincts telling him to do? He brought his arms up and around her and pulled her closer. She moaned in pleasure at that and again when he started to return her kiss. A few moments later they pulled apart from one another, gasping for air after not breathing for so long.

Wordlessly, Ashido sat up, straddling Izuku as she did so. She pulled her shirt up and over her head. Next, her bra was unhooked and cast aside. She then began to work on removing layers of Izuku's clothing. Before long they were both exposed and in that moment, Izuku thought not of his card or hers. He only thought of making Mina feel a way she never had before. He'd think about the consequences tomorrow.