Hi, I'm back. So sorry about the wait. But thank you so much for reading and sticking around. I will finish this story, promise.

#1: Everybody's older.

#2: I don't own BNHA. Please don't sue.

Tsuyu waited for Izuku at the station closest to school. She licked an oversized thumb and straightened her scant eyebrows. Passersby made fast glances at her, interested in the prestige of her uniform. Tsuyu stood proudly, still and tall as she could. Inside, under those eyebrows, she was a cyclone of thought.

He should be here in a minute or two and then what? What do I say, how do I greet him? We're not just friends anymore. We're in romance now. So what now? Her finger poked her cheek. She mulled and took deep breaths.

I'm not horny. It'd be weird if I was. I just woke up. I am clear and without obstruction. What is the logical, regular thing to do? Good morning, Izuku. Shall we? And I'll motion our direction and we'll walk and conversate and, boom, that much more between us, a bond made even stronger. Huh, a little sappy this morning, Tsu? That's alright, you're a maiden, you're allowed to think frilly. That is your right as a woman.

Izuku slipped through the turnstiles. His hair was uneven, haywire. His tie was, per usual, poorly tied, too short. She would have to fix that for him, she thought. He approached her, lips twisting to speak. She could see his mouth failing to open in stupefaction. He was also unsure how to act apparently. They were on the same page, apparently. She spoke first.

"Good morning, Izuku."

He stepped to her - eyes at ease.

"Good morning, Tsuyu."

She squeezed in; their toes touched. Izuku did not jump. She could smell the toothpaste off his breath.

"Your tie is askew. May I?"

Izuku nodded. Tsuyu loosened the tie, then began to fasten it appropriately. Anybody watching would have concluded that they were a unit. Her knuckles grazed his chest. Izuku watched her large eyes, attent on her action.

"There," she said, not backing, tilting up to see Izuku. "Now people will take you a little more seriously."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He smiled. "That'd be nice."

She returned the smile and tilted her head towards UA. "Shall we?"

They separated at the gate and entered the classroom at different moments, trying their absolute best not to make a fuss around each other. It was easy for Tsuyu, blessed with a stoic disposition. When Izuku walked in - hands clutching the straps of his backpack - she made brief eye contact and croaked a quiet 'good morning.'

"Good morning," he squeaked and walked stiffly to his desk.

Mina entered after Izuku and flashed Tsuyu a tall, naughty grin. She paused at Tsuyu's desk and crouched at eye-level. The pink girl was not one for discretion. It was imperative she not know a thing for now, Tsuyu thought.

"So, Tsuyu, how was the rest of your weekend?"

Mina only knew that Tsuyu was crushing hard. She did not know that Tsuyu had scored a date and first base.

"Fine, kero, boring," she lied.

"Nothing of note?"

"My little brother lost a tooth."

"Do frogs have teeth?"

"We're not frogs. We are frog-like people."

"Sorry, that was insensitive."

"It's okay."

On the other side of the room, Bakugo had spun turned around in his seat and was calling Izuku names. Izuku hid his face behind a hand. Tsuyu's brow folded. Aizawa walked in. He was glum and weary. His cheeks were patchy with stubble.

"Gotta go," Mina chirped. She scurried into her seat.

Their teacher slapped his notebook against the lectern. He made a minute-long sigh and the class watched expectantly.

"I hate Mondays."

Facing the chalkboard, from left to right: Midoriya, Sero, Kirishima, Asui. Two students between Izuku and Tsuyu, twenty feet separating the two. Tsuyu tried her best to keep cool and remain her eyes forward and focused, but occasionally she glanced left, making mildy adoring looks at Izuku's profile and bushy hair.

To Tsuyu's immediate left: Ejiro Kirishima, mouth full of fangs, outrageously haired. He considered himself, in order of importance to his composition, manly, tough as tacks, masculine, tenacious, martial, honorable, and chivalrous. He did not consider himself especially brainy or observant, though he didn't mind. He liked himself the way he was. But something was beginning to bother him.

Tsuyu's been looking my way a lot today. Is she checking me out? I didn't take her for the pursuant type. Did not expect her to be a flirt. Not that she's flirting - she's perusing. Not like I haven't perused. I certainly peruse. It's healthy.

Anyways, I had a feeling that I was looking right today. My skin is clear, vibrant. I am muscled. My stature bumps through my uniform even. Tsuyu, I do not blame you: I am pretty cute. Well, I'm not cute. I'm handsome. But Tsuyu, now she's pretty cute. Is it crass to say she has nice boobs? I mean, nobody can hear me in my head. Maybe I'll ask her out to coffee. Does she like coffee? I don't know anything about her. Maybe I won't ask her out, I guess I don't really like her that way. It was just a passing thought. But I can peruse, I can scope and admire. Yeah, she's perusing, I'm perusing. Everybody's browsing. I think I'd like a girlfriend. Yeah, that sounds nice. Somebody to protect.

Mina Ashido sits directly in front of Tsuyu. During breaks she will turn around and chatter with her froggish friend. She liked Tsuyu in a lot of ways. Tsuyu was: cute, a fellow mutant, honest, a smarty, had a fabulous bow made of hair, bodaciously sized hands, kick-ass moves. Mina stared into Aizawa's forehead, lost in thought, not listening to the lesson.

Tsuyu, you queen. More than a queen, an empress. An imperatrix. Who knew she was such a lovebird, little Tsu! It makes my heart leap. I'm so proud. She's gonna seduce, beguile, Izuku and then they're gonna get married and have many green-haired babies. I'll finally be a godmother! Or, you know, maybe they don't believe in monogamy. Or having children. It's a free, beautiful world. A world I was born to protect! Yes! Fuck!

But all this talk of seduction and love is making me thirsty. Oh, Mina, you crack me up. But it's true. An alien queen mutant has needs too! Tsu, you've inspired me to seek companionship. Who's the hottest Hero-to-be in the class? Well, it's Momo, queen of queens. Ha! What a stupid question, Mina! However, I'm in the market right now for a boyfriend. Now, all around me, there are plenty of fit, young bucks. Each of them have their charms. Of course, Izuku's off limits. Bakugo is scary hot, but also regular scary and, ugh, so aggro. Todoroki: hot, handsome, mysterious. Daddy issues? Likely. What does your gut say, Mina? Who do you wanna get with? Somebody vibrant. Somebody fun. Hmmm.

Aizawa met Mina's vacant gaze. He threw an eraser at her head. It stabbed into her horn, like a marshmallow on a stick.

Mondays were often a wash. Mentally everybody was still in their beds, so Aizawa and the other teachers lectured and the students either listened or fell into daydreams. Aizawa threw a total of seven erasers that day. As the final bell chimed, the students rose with haste out of their seats, eager to get home. Izuku dawdled, remaining inert, and tapped a message discreetly. Moments later, Tsuyu's phone rattled in her hand. When she checked, her lips formed a smile invisible to anybody but herself. She left the room. Izuku packed his things and followed, a minute behind. Their classmates had dispersed to catch their trains and buses. Some of the students walked home. Others caught rides or took bikes. Tsuyu hiked to her station, bought a juice from a vending machine, and leaned against a wall. She sipped and checked the time on her phone. Crowds passed around her; rush hour was beginning.

Wait for me at the station, I'll ride with you home. How nice, Izuku. Couldn't keep away could you. Just kidding. I'm excited. It'll be like a second date, I hope. Just him and I.

Izuku appeared before her and gave a sheepish wave. She walked to him.

"So you're getting on the train with me." Tsuyu said.

"Yes."

"We don't ride the same line. You're literally going the wrong way."

"That's okay. I just wanted to spend some time with you."

"I'm glad," she said, quietly surprised by Izuku's forward statement.

They walked along, swiped through the turnstiles, made conversation on the lowering escalator, and entered a mostly empty train car.

"It's weird having to be so sneaky."

"If they found out we'd be in terrible trouble. We both worked too hard to get into UA. It'd kill me if I got expelled."

"Me too," Izuku said.

"So it'll have to be weekends only, pretty much."

"And times like this. Though we don't have much privacy."

"It doesn't matter as long as we're together."

The train began to crowd. Students in other uniforms, construction workers in flashy vests, women in skirts and blazers, fast food workers, bankers in pinstripe suits, delinquents, scientists, heirs, and bureaucrats. Every walk of life filling into the train, dozens of heads and legs. It became impossible to see the laminate flooring. The air became heavy. Tsuyu pressed into Izuku, her forehead tapping his chin, chest to chest, heat developing between them. They were corralled into a corner of the train.

"There's a lot of people, huh."

"It gets pretty tight during rush hour." Tsuyu spoke into Izuku's collarbone.

"You don't look very comfortable."

"I'm not. I'm going to turn around."

"Yeah, sure."

Izuku said this calmly, but he was not calm. He began to sweat, not solely from the heat of the train. There are a lot of people crammed into this car. Each of them bumping shoulders and pushing into one another. Which is fine. Crowds are fine. But I'm in trouble. Big trouble. Or rather averaged sized trouble. Definitely not small trouble. Tsuyu is squeezed up against me - which is great. I can smell her shampoo. But all this proximity has gotten me, uh, kind of excited. I can feel it prodding through my trousers. I really wish I could adjust, hide it, but there's no room for my hands. The train pauses. Passengers exchange, leave, enter. Any open space fills with presence. Tsuyu backs up an inch closer to Izuku; he gulps. Motion resumes.

"H-hey, Tsu. How many stops are you?"

Her finger in her cheek. "Four stops. We just passed the first. The next one'll be the worst. So many people."

"Huh."

The train sped along the track, mostly smooth, mostly without bump. But a sudden curve jostled the passengers. Some reached for handles and bars. Others braced themselves, planting their feet. Tsuyu's butt bumped into Izuku, squished into his stiffy. He whimpered.

"Izuku. What was that?"

"Uh, nothing. Nothing at all."

"Didn't feel like nothing."

The train stopped for a second time. She stared ahead, looking bored but quite excited. Izuku's feeling frisky! Bothered on the train with his girl. His erection tapping my backside. How naughty, Izuku. Aww but I'm sure he didn't mean it. Even now he's in denial. What a chance to tease him. What a chance to play dirty and advance intimacy. Nobody would notice. Everybody's tired from work or busy on their phones. Easy. Go for it.

The train lurched onward. Tsuyu pressed her butt into Izuku's crotch, feeling his dick. Even through his trousers and her skirt it was blood-hot and rigid: it seared against her skin. Izuku couldn't process it: he shook and stuttered. She rubbed into him with force.

"Tsu! W-w-what are you doing?"

Her lips curled in mischief. "Nothing."

"People will notice. This is flagrant."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Uh. Well. That's a tough question."

"I'm not going to stop."

"Okay."

She shimmied her cheeks into Izuku's lap, coddling his erection. She rattled her hips; her face remained flat and without excitement. Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing. I think he likes it. He's starting to breathe a little heavy and he's still, kero, um, pretty hard. Maybe even a little bigger. A good omen, right? Huh, I guess I'm a little horned up right now too. I mean, I am in the middle of a sexual act. Dry humping in public. Classic. It doesn't really feel good for me but I'm firing up too. She turned around briefly.

"Hold on to me, Izuku." She whispered. His shaky hands held her waist. The train ceased movement, the crowd rearranged. The third stop.

"Now buck your hips a little bit. Press forward, stroke."

"I dunno, Tsu. It's embarrassing."

"I'm not gonna do all the work."

He kissed the back of her head. "You're right."

Izuku believed, more than anything, in teamwork. He and Tsuyu were a team now. We're together in these things now. I have to put up effort. I have to show her that I want all of this too. So, invigorated, he grabbed the tops of her thighs and pulled Tsuyu closer. The crowd murmured. People spoke on their phones. Teenagers giggled in some other corner. The wheels churned, rattled, spun. The brakes made banshee screams.

Izuku felt himself slide between Tsuyu's cheeks and rocked himself closer and closer to her, grinding, pushing. And Tsuyu threw herself backwards into Izuku, swaying her hips, nuzzling her body against Izuku's, letting his erection scrape into her ass-crack. Izuku pumped and pumped. His breath was hot and bubbly in Tsuyu's ear. He released a quiet moan and, suddenly, he stopped.

The train's brakes engaged totally and everything decelerated. Tsuyu pulled away and turned around. She looked down at Izuku's crotch and smiled.

"This is my stop." She kissed him briefly on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."

She parted the crowd and left through the closing doors. Izuku leaned his head against the wall of the train and sighed. He was flushed, feeling empty and satisfied, though, panic and embarrassment took a quiet hold of him.

Jeez, I have to go all the way home like this. I'm such a mess.

And he held his backpack in front of himself, smiling.