#1: thanks for reading! sorry i take so long, i'll try to update like every two weeks, but at least once a month

#2: as things are starting to get more smutty, let's imagine these fictional characters as slightly older than their ascribed ages

#3: i don't own my hero academia or its characters, don't sue me

After a pleasant morning spent in the company of Mina, first at the park, then at a cafe for tea, Tsuyu returned home to find things busy as usual. As head of the household in her parents' absence, she was in charge of upkeep: first cleaning the kitchen and beginning a load of laundry for herself and her siblings, then, vacuuming the carpets and making lunch. It was always pesky work, but it was necessary and Tsuyu was a tough girl: she did it for her family. But after a long afternoon and a shower, she finally had her time to herself.

Stepping out of the bathroom, damp hair twisted into a towel on her head and changed into her usual bedroom attire of a tee and shorts, Tsuyu smiled. She was carefree, she was glowing with confidence and eagerness. She had just asked her crush out on a date and he had said yes. She walks through her bedroom entry, closing the door lightly behind her, approaching her bed.

Somebody else might toss themselves onto their bed and roll and kick with giddiness, but Tsuyu remains relatively composed. She walks calmly to her bed and lies with her hands knit across her navel, not knowing what to do with herself. Excitement bubbles in her bright thinking eyes, but nowhere else. It's her first date, her first date with a boy she likes. She could scream. Romance had never shown itself before in Tsuyu's life and now here it was, approaching in a matter of hours, a fantasy materializing from ideal to real. Her head on her pillow is bustling with thought.

I can't even think straight right now. I'm so excited, I'm so, so excited. Serious little Tsu, too busy with her studies to make more than one friend… she has a date now. With a cute boy. With a hot boy with a nice smile and passion. The boy I like! Geez, I think I might pass out when I see him. I might go weak and just crumple and then he'd have to hold me while I got my strength back and in his arms I'd look up to him and he'd lean his head towards mine and I'd close my eyes and his hand would rise to my cheek and then…

Tsuyu's fingers fidget with one another and her heels dig into her sheets.

I don't think I could face Izuku the way I am right now. I'm all… bothered right now. I've heard that you're supposed to masturbate to calm down before a date. It gets the sexual tension out of your head so you can concentrate on the conversation and the flow of the date. You can't have a good time if you're just stammering and horny the whole time. A blushing, drooling mess. A release beforehand is good. Like a warm up. Gets you limber. And besides I haven't done it in a while…

She unclasps her hands and slides her right tentatively down her belly, slipping her fingers past the waistband of her shorts.

I mean I could use my own tongue… it reaches and everything, but it doesn't have that sort of fine motor control and it'd be kind of weird. I'm not so adventurous…but if I had a partner…

Sensation begins to prickle through Tsuyu, the same heat she'd felt so many times before when thinking about Izuku. In the comfort of her room, there's no embarassment, and she can concentrate on the feeling; it makes her fidget further and she twists her shoulders into the cushion of her mattress, begins to tense the small of her back.

I wonder if Izuku's ever done anything with a girl. If he's ever put a hand on the crook of a girl's waist… if he's ever cupped a girl's…

Tsuyu skims the fingers of her left hand over the smooth skin of her abdomen under her shirt, bringing them to her sternum where they dawdle. Her hand below begins to tug at the tufts of her slight bush.

He's a virgin, I'd say. Too awkward to not be. I mean, I am too. I'm just as inexperienced as he is probably, but even I do this. Even I masturbate. I'm sure he does too. All boys do. I know that freak Mineta does. Ugh. But does Izuku? Dopey, flustered Izuku? Sure, he does. I can see him, hunched in the shower, quietly panting so his mom doesn't hear through the door. His hair wet and plastered against his forehead and the muscles of his arms tensing as he strokes himself. I wonder if he's thinking of me. What is he doing to me? Where are his hands? Where is he putting his mouth?

Hot breath puffs from her parted lips as her arousal grows. Her left hand gently squeezes her breast while her other finally begins to slide against her labia, slickening as her fantasies remain clear in her imagination. Tsuyu starts to arch her tingling spine and to shut her eyes, to better picture, when she hears a small, modest knock at the door.

"Big sis? Can I come in."

Satsuki! Tsuyu ceases her movements. She speaks clearly, loud enough for her sister to hear her across the room and through the door.

"No Satsuki."

"Why not? I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I need help with my homework."

"It's Saturday. Why are you doing it now?"

"You said I had to do it after lunch."

Damn, my own big sister-ness is backfiring. Tsuyu remains frozen, her hand still stuffed in her shorts.

"Well, what is it?"

"It's addition, kero."

"What's the problem?"

"Four plus four."

"Kero, hold up four fingers on one hand and four fingers on your other hand."

"Only the dumb kids do that."

Satsuki, please go away, you're killing my vibe. I was so close to getting started.

"Everyone has to start somewhere you know."

"I'm going to go ask Samidare."

"That's a great idea, kero, and, uh, Satsuki, I'm going to take a little nap so don't bother me for a bit."

"Okay, sleep tight." Her little footsteps recede from behind the door and Tsuyu's chest slackens in relief. Yanking her hands out into the open, she scurries out of bed and locks the door before returning to her spot on the sheets. As she lies down again, she lets out a deep sigh.

Woah, that was close.

Her right hand drifts past her belly button, to the patch of stomach just above her shorts.

Alright, where was I?

Izuku unlatches the door to his apartment and hollers that he's home, yet he hears no response. Looking near the entryway, he notices that his mother's shoes are absent and he removes his own, loosing the knots in his sneakers and stepping into the interior of his home. Seeing everything still, hearing all quiet, Izuku is filled with a modest excitement. He is feeling the simple pleasure of having the home to himself, of being totally alone and unwatched. Though as much he loves his mother, Izuku couldn't help but now and then look for a solitary hour. Now he could as he pleased, he could attend to more personal affairs.

But first, Izuku strips his shirt off and flings it through the open doorway of his room, watching it land slightly damp onto the carpeted floor. Barechested, Izuku relaxes now, no longer having to feel the sweat-soaked cloth clinging to his skin. In the mellow light of his home, the ridges and divots of his muscles sheen with the last dribbles of leftover sweat.

He walks to the fridge and opens the door, feeling a puff of cold air land on his chest, and pulls out a bottle of juice, which he uncaps. He looks about him suspiciously, glancing from side to side to make sure there no watching eyes, then drinks directly, thirstily from the lip of the bottle, then wipes his mouth with his forearm.

Ah! This is great! There are no rules! I can do anything I want.

He returns the juice to its spot and closes the refrigerator door, walking to his room and sitting down on the carpet; he begins to stretch. His eyes wander the room, unfocused, preoccupied.

I'm hanging out with Tsuyu later huh.

He stretches his legs ahead of him, touches his toes.

She looked great today, with her thighs bare and her tummy out. I almost couldn't handle it. I want Tsuyu to think of me as somebody she can trust, but I couldn't resist looking at her like I did. Wanting to touch her. Wanting to press myself against her. To put my own skin to hers and mingle sweat.

Izuku can feel a hot pressure begin to concentrate in his penis, stiffening and swelling aroused.

When I was in the park I had an erection so strong I thought I was going to explode. All I could do was hide and wait and it took ten minutes to leave! Iida kept yelling at me to move but I just couldn't. But nobody's here right now. I'm alone with my thoughts, these mental images of Tsuyu.

He lays back on the carpet, eyes up into the ceiling. His member prods through his shorts.

I don't masturbate much because I'm nervous Mom might hear me in my room or in the bathroom. But I can get awfully pent up. It's nice when she's out. I can relax and take care of myself.

Izuku reaches his hands to the waistband of his shorts and tugs them down to his knees. He wraps his hand around his penis: springy yet rigid, hot with blood. He squeezes lightly and begins to pump his hand up and down.

Imagine Tsuyu. Tsu. In her Hero costume. Yeah. The jumpsuit is tight to the thickness of her hips. It squeezes on her breasts, round and full. She looks at me with those big, unchanging eyes. But this time, there's something desirous in her look and she walks to me and with each step the fat of her thighs quiver.

He breathes heavily, making slight groans as he begins to squirm on the floor.

She comes close, near enough to kiss, her breath in my face. Its sweet and hot. She approaches further and presses her breasts to my chest and I can feel them squish so softly against me and now she straddles my leg, rocking her crotch against my thigh.

My hand grips the back of her thigh, feeling, sliding up until my fingers are cupping her butt. And even under the slick latex of her suit, I can feel her flesh, silky but still firm. And she puts her tongue against my collarbone and begins to skim it against my neck all the way to my jawline and still further to the corner of my lips. Her mouth is just an inch of way from mine.

Izuku's hips heave and with a yelp he orgasms; he grits his teeth and cum spurts across his stomach. He relaxes limply into the carpet, his breath easing.

"I didn't even get to the really good part. Oh well, there's next time."

He props himself on his elbows and looks down at the mess stuck to his abs.

"I need to clean myself up."

Tsuyu lies sprawled atop the sheets, her forehead and collarbones glistening with perspiration. Her limbs lie weakly at her sides. The look on her face is one of satisfaction and relief.

Jeez, that was intense.

She wipes a hand across her forehead, recoils a bit at the amount of sweat she feels against her palm.

I might even have to shower again, but that'd probably make Satsuki and Samidare at least a little suspicious since I literally just showered. They'd probably tell our parents, those tattletales. Yeah Mom, big sis says she was napping but she stumbled out of the room all sweaty and flushed and she smelled kind of weird too. No, I better just change my underwear, double-up on the deodorant and give my face a wipe. This flush might even look good on me. Oh Tsu, did you put on blush? You look so lively right now. No, Izuku, I'm just naturally rosy. I did not get worked up jacking off to a fantasy involving us in the school bathroom.

Her feet swing from the bed to the floor where they land wobbily. Knees buckling slightly, she walks to her dresser.

Wow, I really should take it easier next time. I can barely stand.

She grabs a stick of deodorant and rolls it against her pits.

I'm starting to get a little prickly under the arms. I wish I didn't have to shave, like the boys. I try to say what I'm thinking, but I can't always do what I want. I'm still a slave to feminine convention. I hear Toru doesn't shave, since she's invisible and everything. Must be nice. Though not being able to look at what you're shaving must make it hard if she did. Could be just a rumor. I should ask her about these things.

She moves to her closet and slides it open, revealing a wardrobe of dresses, blouses, and plenty of sweaters for the winter months. Her finger rises to her chin, where it sits thoughtfully.

What to wear to a first date… Mom's gone so I can't really ask her and I don't really want her to know what I'm up to. I could ask Mina for advice again, but - no offense Mina - she has kind of gaudy taste. She'd probably tell me to wear something flashy, with stripes or sequins. I'm on my own. Or I could look it up on the internet. No, it's going to be alright, I am a grown, competent woman. I can take care of myself.

Her hands begin to flit through the hanging fabrics, inspecting each article as it comes to her attention. She stops at a plain, powder blue sundress and lets the soft, loose fabric feel between her fingers. Tsuyu eyes it appraisingly.

This could work. It's light, it's breezy, just right for the warming spring. A sundress is classic date wear. Not too formal but appropriately flirty. Am I overthinking this? Why wouldn't I be? It's your first date, it's a big deal.

The sundress is pulled out into the open, held by the hanger close to Tsuyu's body.

This is it. It reaches a few smidges above the knee, so I can give a nice glimpse of my thighs. And it's a little low cut, so as long as I keep my posture right I should be able to show off some cleavage. He'd like that I'm sure… Question. Yes, Tsuyu. What exactly are you trying to accomplish tonight? Are you going to confess to him? Tell him you like him? Well Tsuyu, I think it's pretty obvious that I like him. I asked him out. Yes Tsuyu, but this boy is especially blockheaded. Will he misinterpret your intentions? Almost certainly. He'll likely assume the most innocent course of action.

Something must be done to put him in the right frame of mind. A gentle nudge in the right direction…

Tsuyu finds her phone lying on the bed and begins typing a message.

After a shower, Izuku finds himself in the waning afternoon, eating a late lunch. He munches on a sandwich over the kitchen sink, chewing thoughtfully, when a sudden buzz from his pocket interrupts his concentration. In panic, he drops the sandwich out of his hand into the sink and it plops into a puddle of water. Izuku's eyes twitch and he lets out a sigh before picking it out of the sink, shaking it off, and biting into it tentatively. He grimaces as his teeth cut into the sogging bread but continues to eat, using his free hand to check his phone. As he'd hoped it was a message from Tsuyu:

-Hi Izuku, ready for our date tonight?

His hands slacken and the sandwich falls back into the sink, the phone clatters onto the counter. Shock sends his heart into a panic and his eyes spring open. Forehead already beginning to sweat, Izuku wipes his brow and takes a deep breath.

Date? Did she actually say 'date'?

Picking up the phone, he confirms. His eyes linger on the word 'date.'

It's there, it's right there. D-a-t-e.

A bead of sweat slides down his temple as he sets the phone down easily. He stands motionless a moment.

I've never been on a date before.

He doubles over, clutching his stomach. A hand supports him against the sink. His chest heaves and trembles.

I'm dying. This is it. I'm having a heart attack. Goodbye Mom. Goodbye All Might. Goodbye dreams. Goodbye Tsuyu. I'm sorry I died before our date.

Izuku brings his other hand up to the sink, both hands grip tightly while his legs teeter beneath him.

Why am I freaking out so hard? So Tsuyu says we're going on a date. Right. And a date is a meeting with... an implied romantic motivation. Okay. Romantic motivation. So, accordingly, ergo, thus… Tsuyu… has… romantic motivation… towards me. That makes sense, right?

"Oh, I can't handle this. I'm going to throw up."

He gags and lunges towards the sink.

Isn't this good though? Isn't this what I wanted? I like Tsuyu and now Tsuyu might like me back. Somebody I think is cute and kind and I like talking to considers me in the same way. This is great! Momentous! I'm happy! It worked out! Ha! Yes! I couldn't even talk to girls before but now I'm going on a date! What is she becomes my girlfriend? And we h-h-held hands and… stuff. I feel so hot inside.

Izuku throws up in the sink.

Damn, my sandwich was in there. Am I so starved of affection that receiving any sort of tenderness makes me physically ill? Jeez, I ought to go to therapy, that can't be healthy.

He stands up, a slight smile and a soft, endeared expression on his face.

"I need to text her back."

His looks down at the foul mess in the sink and his nose crinkles, revolted.

"I need to make another sandwich too."

Tsuyu sits at the edge of her bed, fixing her hair, running a brush's plastic bristles through her long dark tresses. At her side, her phone lies dormant before its screen brightens with a message. Tsuyu sets the brush down and picks her phone up eagerly; she checks her inbox.

-I'm excited! I can't wait to see you!

Tsuyu's eys widen just slightly, her usually stoic facade cracking for a moment. She hugs the phone to her chest and lets a giggle squeeze out.

He can't wait to see me! IZUKU! Maybe you're not so dense. I can't wait to see you either. I can't write that though, that's too eager.

Snug between her hands and chest the phone buzzes again.

-What are we doing anyways? You haven't told me.

Oh, he's right, I was pretty vague, I just told him we'd hang out.

-To be honest, I didn't really have a plan yet. What do you want to do?

-I dunno. We could see a movie?

-But I want to be able to talk to you. You can't talk during the movie.

-I mean we could but we'd be kicked out.

-You know what I mean

-Sorry

-Let's get ice cream.

-This might be tmi but I can't handle dairy.

-Gross. Let's go bowling?

Tsuyu looks up from her phone with a look of dissatisfaction. Why did I say bowling? I don't even like bowling. Oh, he messaged back.

-I love bowling! My mom and I go all the time. There's a place near my house we can go.

Tsuyu groans. Damn it, Izuku. You're lucky I like you so much. As long as I get to see you I guess I'll be fine.

-Sure, sounds fun.

-Ok! When do you wanna meet?

So it's about four right now and I'm pretty ready to go. And I'm anxious to see him, sooner than later would be better.

-How about at five. I'll meet you there in an hour.

-Great! I'll see you then!

With that Tsuyu puts her phone down contentedly. A plan had been set and within the hour she'd be face to face with her crush, going on her very first date. Even then - her dress for the evening laid out next to her, her hair brushed - she couldn't quite believe that it was happening.

She stands up to shed her casual clothes and pulls the dress over head. Its straps hang delicately on Tsuyu's pale shoulders, while the neckline, as expected, falls just low enough to show a peek of her cleavage. The bodice fits trim to her figure and the skirt drapes from her hips in a flair. She bundles her hair in her hands and bows it; spritzes perfume on her collarbones. Finished preparing, she stands in the middle of her room, feeling precious. She feels cute and she knows that Izuku will probably stammer and blush when he sees her. She can't wait to see the look on his face.

All right Izuku. I'm coming for you.