Author: undefmidi
2019
Boku no Hero characters, original story, and everything belongs to Kohei Horikoshi, the author of said series. I only own the Plot.
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Chapter 17 - Beach Trip
The pickling of sand, the strong yet gentle sun of Japan, and the calming splash of the waves were a sight for tired eyes.
Izuku let his feet sink to the bottom of the prickle sand, feeling it in between his toes as the warm-cold breeze of the sea ruffled his already-messy hair.
He smiled. The lukewarm hugs of the sand reminded him of his mother and how much she loved smothering him in hugs whenever he came back home. He loved that feeling of being enveloped and safe.
"Izuku is here already?" Kaminari playfully patted his back.
"Hey Kaminari!" Izuku ruffled his own hair in a meager attempt to straighten what couldn't. "I live just near here."
"You live near the sea, how nice~..." He walked towards the deep-blue water. "Oh yeah, this is the beach that was covered in trash not too long ago, right? Whoever cleaned it did a big favor to the city... "
"Y-yeah... It should've been really hard," Izuku's gaze wandered far, remembering the burning pain he felt daily when training with All Might. It was worth it nonetheless.
"They are already here!" Sero waved excitedly, Mineta walking beside him.
The grape-haired pervert, as expected, kept glancing around the beach, focusing on every girl he could find with drool oozing out of his mouth.
"I looove swimsuits! The way they accentuate the perfect roundness of women's breasts and how they don't get in the way of those plumpy, shiny, luscious th-"
"I'll have to stop you right there." Tsuyu chopped Mineta's neck with her tongue. He fell down on the sand, passing out with the same excited expression.
The rest of Class-1A began to flood in the beach. Even Bakugo didn't seem as aggressive in being there.
"Nice place, isn't it? I'm glad they let us have a week off after all the things we had to do.'' Tooru's clothes bubbled around the air.
"Indeed." Todoroki focused on the warm, golden sun. Sometimes he would remember when everything around him was blue and gelid, back when he hated any and everything warm. The corners of his mouth lifted a tad, almost unnoticeably.
He looked back, only to see more and more classmates beginning to appear as the ones in charge of bringing the necessary stuff for the previously planned BBQ started to prepare the area.
They managed to find a good place to rent in the beach. An open room with the basics they needed for the BBQ.
Izuku sat down in one of the two big benches of the open room, sprawling his arms across the long, prickly wooden table. He sighed, tired from overworking in this past few weeks.
His eyes kept gliding through his classmates, observing them with softness. The girls wore clothes over their swimsuits, waiting for everyone to arrive in order to swim, while most of the boys were shirtless, only wearing their trunks.
The only exceptions for the boys were Izuku, Todoroki, and the no-shits-given Bakugo.
"When will the big three arrive? Also, have you seen Yaomomo? They are the only ones missing... '' Izuku overheard Mina's question.
"I don't know about the big three, but Yaomomo sent me a text earlier saying that she would arrive a bit later.'' Uraraka answered.
"I see... Maybe she's prepping up her swimsuit for someone?
"Ooh~! " Uraraka cooed. "But who do you think is her target?"
"Who knows~? Maybe she isn't after all. We'll only know when she arrives." Mina grinned. "I'm also *really* curious for Nejire. She's popular for a reason."
"Definitely! I'll ask her some beauty tips later as well." Uraraka skipped happily.
Both girls went to talk to Tsuyu as Izuku shifted his sitting position on the wooden bench.
Nejire in a swimsuit, huh?...
Her bikini-clad image flashed his mind. Her hair beautifully flowing with the wind as her model figure was only highlighted by her bikini, tightly wrapping around her body...
"Eek!" Izuku shrieked silently, slamming his head against the table in a soft 'pam!'. He couldn't do something so dirty as thinking about her in a bikini; something so pervy as imagining each and every curve-
Izuku covered his jittery face. He couldn't let anyone see his warm and rosy cheeks. It would be too much for him!
No no no no no no no no no! I'm not a pervert, I swear! I-
Before he could continue his apologetic monologue, he heard the revving of a car.
Peeking through his hands, he saw a white convertible car. A girl sat in the passenger's seat as the driver finished parking.
"Yaoyorozu?"
After leaving the car, she skipped her way to the beach. A bubbly smile plastered across her face.
His rosy cheeks turned into flames as she went closer to their classmates. Even if minimalistic, what she wore was enough to render the innocent boy speechless.
The faint outline of a black bikini against the almost see-through white hoodie that didn't try to hide her perky contour was nothing short of breathtaking.
"Sorry, I'm late!" She bowed politely, not realizing the destructive power of the small gap between the hoodie and the bikini. Thankfully, Mineta was passed out, face buried in sand.
"Don't sweat it!" Mina shrugged. "By the way, do you always dress up like this to the beach?"
"Erm..." She fiddled with her fingers. "Not really. Just wanted to try something... different."
Mina immediately picked it up, but decided not to tease her for the time being.
"Mi-ri-o! I told you we shouldn't go through that 'shortcut'!" An annoyed voice said. "Look! We're late!"
"Sorry Nejire!" He clasped his hands together.
"..." Tamaki just looked at them, annoyed at the unnecessarily loud voices they were making.
The three finally reached the beach.
"Sorry, we're late... You know these two." Tamaki apologized while casting his eyes to the ground.
"Sorry!" Nejire and Mirio spoke at the same time.
"It's fine." Tooru's clothes skipped around the air a bit. "You're not that late."
"Mhm!" Mina nodded.
Izuku approached his classmates after calming down, but it did nothing to prevent a small patch of rosiness to linger.
"H-hey guys!" He scratched his cheeks, trying to cover up his warm face.
"Yo, Midoriya!" Mirio put Izuku's head in a lock, playfully ruffling the unruly green hair of his underclassman.
Tamaki glanced at the scene with a small smile and nodded while Nejire was caught up by the girls to give them tips. Yaoyorozu watched with a serene smile.
Mirio eventually activated his quirk, letting Izuku go through him and smiling brightly at the prospect of having fun with his temporary classmates.
Almost tripping down to the sand, Izuku rubbed his head with teary eyes. "That hurt, Mirio~!"
"Sorry, not sorry!" The blonde went through the ground, disappearing from the playfully annoyed Midoriya.
"Geez..." Midoriya was about to search for Mirio when suddenly, a small thud splattered the sand all around.
"Pitiful, pitiful, oh how pitiful it is!" Mineta came back from his well-deserved slumber while kicking the sand. "Why are you not in your certainly eroti-" A certain tongue slapped him across the face. "I mean, why are you hiding behind that huge white shirt? It's not even see-through!" He pointed at Nejire's clothes while rubbing his stinging cheek.
"Don't mind him Nejire, he'll suffer a lot today if he keeps it up." Mina patted Tsuyu's back.
"Kero~!" The frog girl nodded eagerly.
"Don't worry." She took a lightning-quick peek at Izuku. "It's just not the right time yet..."
However, that fraction of a moment was caught by the camera that was Mina's sight. A small flicker turned into an ember inside her eyes. "Ne-ji-re~~?" She approached the bluenette with a widening grin. "I sense something really, really interesting~!"
"Don't Mina, now's not the time for this." Uraraka activated her quirk and pulled Mina as she began to desperately flail her arms around the air, to no avail.
"I know~! But-"
Uraraka's unusually stern face shut Mina up.
"Anyways, now that everyone is here, why won't we let the fun begin?"
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"... Don't you wanna go in, Midoriya?" Todoroki shot a sideways glance at Izuku.
"Ah, I'm just resting a bit." He answered while shifting his seating position. "Still kinda tired from the assignment."
The two boys sat each in their own towels, feeling the brittle of the sand kind of peek through the fabric as the parasol protected them from the eager sun, waving slightly along the ocean breeze.
They watched as their classmates played in the water, some playing toss, others swimming, and Bakugo diving directly into the waves.
The girls sat further from Izuku and Todoroki, talking with each other about who-knows-what.
"Yawn~!" Izuku laid down on his towel. "I'm taking a nap. Kinda sleepy..."
"Mhm." Todoroki kept his glance at the repetitively crashing waves, but he paid no attention to the scenery.
A small, yet unnoticeable warmth spread across his cheeks.
Ever since Yaoyorozu arrived at the beach, he couldn't take her image off his own mind. The minimalistic, yet extremely cute way she dressed for the beach took him off-guard with things he's never felt before.
'What is wrong with me...'
Completely unused to that feeling, the inexperienced boy had never seen her in a swimsuit. He got an oddly pleasant uncomfortableness whenever she was around him.
And since he had never paid any attention to those things in his life, only realizing that the weird thing he felt when near Yaoyorozu was 'love' when he got into U.A., he didn't know how to handle the situation.
He glanced at the sleeping Izuku, conflicted with the things that happened recently.
He felt gratitude for Izuku, the final driving factor for his gears to continue spinning, giving the final push Todoroki needed in order to change.
But he also felt something he couldn't name; a weird, sickening thing that twisted his stomach inside and out whenever Yaoyorozu would approach him.
He's heard that word before, but it sat on the tip of his tongue, almost leaving his mouth.
'What was it again...?'
Something felt whenever the one you like is near someone else...
Something felt whenever that someone is the target of affection of the one you like...
Something felt whenever you're not the target of affection...
Something green, sticky, venomous, sickening, and twisting-a self-injecting poison.
Todoroki's eyes widened as the word finally left his mouth. "Jealousy..."
For one last time, Todoroki shifted his bitter sights to Izuku before standing up and walking to somewhere-anywhere he could in order to think properly.
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Izuku's eyes slowly began to open as the sun bathed the beach, although he felt too groggy to wake up.
With his body positioned comfortably on his towel, and with the softest pillow he's ever slept on, he didn't want to wake up, closing his dazed eyes.
A tender feeling caressed his cheeks, trailing along his plain facial features. It felt comforting and secure.
"Mmm... Just five more minutes..." He turned around and buried his face on the pillow. "Sho soft~... " His sleepy voice muffled against it.
The pillow twitched slightly with his talking, and Izuku noticed it getting warmer by the second.
"Shh~…" He felt his hair being caressed by something soft and warm.
"Mm?" Izuku lifted his head, forcing his eyes to focus in the world around him. "Ne... jire?" he turned around.
"Wake up, sleepy head~..." The bluenette giggled, her cheeks slightly rosy.
"Good... morning... " It took a solid moment before Izuku realized the situation he was in. "Ne-Nejire?!" He jumped up wide-eyed. "Wha-what are you doing?"
She stood up with a skip, walking around him. "Just helping a tired soul~." She smiled playfully, unable to keep her smile for herself. "Was the lap pillow any good?"
Izuku desperately covered his face with his hands, trying to conceal his own embarrassment. "Y-yeah... " He whispered, unable to muster a clearer voice.
Nejire wasn't afraid of being forth with her own advances, not really caring that they were in public, and unaware that Mineta and Co. kept giving Izuku knifes for stares.
"Nejire! What are you doing with him?!" Yaoyorozu got in between Izuku and the bluenette, who was way too close and personal with him.
"I was just making sure he wouldn't wake up with a sore neck. Just caring for a classmate, right?" Nejire said with no hesitation, just as if planned.
"Who are you trying to fool?"
Izuku tried to understand the situation albeit wanting to throw himself out of there with pure embarrassment.
He wasn't stupid, though he immediately discarded the 'they like me, that's why they're doing this' answer since he could not fathom two girls fighting for him.
That didn't happen in real life, so what would make it happen to him, of all people?
"Uh, w-what are you- Eek!" Izuku wanted to turn around from what he saw, but all he could do was to yelp in embarrassment.
With a grin, Nejire grabbed the hem of her opaque white shirt and slid it off slowly. "I feel like swimming all of a sudden..."
As the shirt dragged across her skin with tenderness, her pristine, umblemished skin was met with the dainty breeze of summer. It was just like slowly peeling a fruit only to be met with a succulent, sweet interior.
Her celestial-blue strands crashed down on her body, almost blending in with the strokes of blue that smeared across each part of her pearl-white bikini.
After throwing the shirt onto the towel, she turned around in a swirl and stopped right in front of Izuku, gazing at his halcyon green eyes with a tinge of enamor. She was the ballerina, and he was the sole crowd.
"Hehe~!" Nejire enjoyed the sight of Izuku's face stained in sizzling red.
In one final dare, and in a sweep motion so quick the boy couldn't do anything, she grabbed Izuku's arm and tightly wrapped her body around it, pressing her two happy mounds onto the boiling broccoli.
"Eeek!" He couldn't even form proper sentences anymore.
'How's that, Mo-mo~?', Nejire already felt like she won.
The raven was about to burst, fuming like a locomotive. But if it meant. not letting Nejire getting the upper-hand, she would endure public embarrassment. She gulped down any unnecessary thoughts and stepped forward.
Like a crow snatching its prey, Yaoyorozu grabbed Izuku's other arm and pressed herself against it, confident that she wouldn't lose against Nejire.
Izuku finally woke up from his daze only to find himself in the middle of a... Tug-of-war game? That was the closest thing to an answer he could get. The boy furiously denied that they liked him, even if the thought only rammed his head again and again.
Trying his hardest not to focus on the four warm, soft, and extremely comfortable mounds that cushioned his arms, Izuku looked around, only to see the extremely jealous stare of the boys that witnessed the scene.
Overwhelming his own desires, Izuku did the only thing he could in order to stop this... fight? Dispute? (He didn't know, but nor did it matter): He tried to yank himself out of there, but both of their grips felt like they were trying to snatch a prey. Strong and unmovable.
He wouldn't activate his quirk since it would hurt them and himself. Honestly, at that point, hurting himself became routine, so he didn't mind it that much. That and using quirks outside of school was prohibited.
"Gweh-!" He screamed painfully.
Out of the increasing crowd of people, a random jealous man sent an impending gust of wind, throwing Izuku high up in the air.
He spun around uncontrollably, and even though he tried to balance himself, it didn't work. His ragdoll body hit the water full force as his consciousness was almost swept along with the waves.
He desperately swum back up, coughing up the water he had swallowed. He could still stand up, since the level of water he was in could reach his neck.
After calming down, he swam back to the shores, reaching the worried duo of girls. They hadn't realized the ever-growing crowd while arguing.
"Sorry..." They both said bitterly.
"Don't... Worry..." Izuku caught his breath, but he felt as if he carried heavy weight on his body. "Just a second, my clothes feel... Heavy... "
He grabbed his shirt and tried to pry it off quickly, but since it was extremely damp from the unwelcome swim, it only ended up dawdling across his skin.
When he took it off, a huge sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he erratically breathed.
However, Izuku hadn't noticed the sharp gazes turning into dazed ones. All he cared about was breathing until he felt calm.
The boy's well-built body was a given for a super-hero indeed, only being neglected by those that don't need it, or are not focused in combat.
But that didn't mean women didn't appreciated that. In fact, Nejire and Yaoyorozu just stared at the frail-strong boy with attention. Would he be a wolf in sheep's clothing, or a sheep in wolf's clothing?
Izuku needed another moment before standing up completely, leaving his muscles out in the open for everyone to see.
He had grown used to being stared at his male classmates when changing, since being embarrassed wouldn't do him any favor, but being stared at by more than two girls was something uncanny to him.
He felt exposed, naked to everyone. It was just like thee time he had first presented a work to class. He felt as if those stares were daggers being pointed at him, not really thinking about the intent.
"Well-I'm-not-feeling-so-good-bye!" Izuku chanted his magic disppeearing spell and sprinted out of there.
Nejire and Yaoyorozu kept staring at where he was, dazed. It wasn't the first time Nejire saw him topless, but it had the same effect nonetheless. Double damage for Yaoyorozu, who had never seen him shirtless before.
After that, Izuku reappeared for the BBQ and ate while avoiding eye-contact with the two girls. A warm blush plastered across his face as the rest of the day passed.
It was definitely a day he'd remember for a long, long time.
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Thank you for reading (and waiting 4 months... Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!)
Well, for those of you that don't know, my Notebook's motherboard was damaged, and I had to find a place to fix it. It's still fixing, but will soon arrive.
It was uncomfortable, but I managed to write on my phone...
Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter, see you all later,
Stay cold!