Brace yourselves, people. Smut is coming...

I'll be adding in viewpoints of other characters at around chapter 8 as I've said in replies to certain reviews.

If you wanna see more and/or specific shots of them (e.g. going on a date, makeover episode, etc), kindly drop a review or PM, whichever is more convenient. As always, thank you all for your support of this ship, it's something that hit me like 1.3 million volts of Kaminari literally a week ago and I love it even more now thanks to you all.

As usual, I own nothing except this here writing.

It was done. It took another two late nights to finish, but it was done. A title, third verse, chorus, and two ending lines before the full stop. The lyricist's block was no more. "Oh my god, my brain is gonna fucking melt. Hoo….." She needed a break. Her brain was begging for something sweet. Heading downstairs, she opened the communal fridge and pulled out a bar of chocolate that was ninety percent dark. One square always sent her hurtling into absolute bliss for fifteen minutes, effectively recharging her motivation to finish whatever task was at hand.

There it was, exactly where she left it, always labelled like everyone else's stuff. However, what she didn't count on being there was Izuku himself, who was lounging on the couch, watching a TV series on Netflix (courtesy of Yaomomo, while Todoroki volunteered to pick up the tab for Hulu and Crunchyroll) with a box of cookies on his lap. He looked positively throttled, eyes dead as a fish on land.

"Uh, Midoriya?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are…a-are you….okay?" Jirou asked cautiously.

"Just….. can't really think about anything right now….."

"So you're eating this box of cookies on your own while listening to music with one ear and watching uh….oh cool, it's Daredevil. When'd this season come out?"

"About a month and a half ago," Izuku droned, pulling another cookie out and scarfing it down. "I'm half way through. What's up with you?" he asked after swallowing. Jirou couldn't help but snicker a little seeing the hero and Quirk nerd act in such an unbecoming state.

"Grabbing some chocolate. It's great for headaches and stuff. Um, hey, if it's not too much trouble, I….y-you remember the no Quirk exercises we've been doing, right?"

"Yeah. You were really good. I saw you every now and then out of the corner of my eye. And you had a field day beating Sero, Kaminari and Mineta with the stick."

"Oh, yeah. That was fun. Wait, no, you're sidetracking me. I was wondering if, you know, we could….work on that a little more, alongside with uh…what you're helping me with."

"Sure. I mean….if….if you're up for it. I definitely need improvement on reaction time anyways."

"Alright, great!" Jirou said with a smile, a little louder than she intended. "When's good for you?"

"Starting Thursday would work best for me."

"Alright, Thursday. See you then. Thanks a lot." But just as she was about to leave, she felt a hand grab hers, stopping her. "Um…."

"I….sorry, I'm…I lied to you."

"What?"

"About…being okay. I just….I-I lied about that, and I wanted to say that I was sorry before….Anyway, yeah."

"Did you…did you have another nightmare?" Jirou asked, turning around to face him.

"I just dozed off――"

"Who was it this time? Stain? Muscular? That All For One guy?"

"Sh-Shigaraki." It was arguably the worst possible answer that Izuku could give. "Another thing that I never really told anyone was an incident at Kiyashi ward when we all went shopping."

"What the fuck? He was….he was there? Back then?"

"All on his own. At least he appeared to be. As the saying goes, he caught me with my pants down. He kept a hand around my neck, one finger away from turning me into dust like he almost did to Mr. Aizawa at USJ. I didn't do anything then, because I wasn't sure if he brought backup. But in my dream, I try to stop him. Grab him by that finger, twisting him to the ground, applying everything I learned. But he gets away, turning my leg to dust. Then he goes on a killing spree with half a dozen Noumus, targeting bystanders, and then Uraraka, all while I watched. Aside from letting Kacchan slip through my fingers while we were under the Pussy Cats' supervision, it's one of the worst memories I have that I can't put past myself. Part of the reason why I watch shows with heroes in them is, it's comforting. Knowing that in the end, the good guys win all the time, no matter what. False sense of comfort and escapism, I know, but it's something."

Jirou stared at him dumbstruck. She failed to realize until now the extent of damage and suffering this boy's heart truly has sustained, how much every iota of his mind was taxed constantly, going so far as to even using his fear and pain as fuel to further himself. And for the past few days, she may have only exacerbated the burden. "I….I-I owe you an apology as well. I shouldn't have….asked you. For your help. I-if…If I knew, how much you had to deal with, I nev-never would….." Her voice was breaking. Her vision was blurry, compelling her to turn around and walk away, covering her mouth. "I'm sorry that――"

"No, don't." Izuku reached for her hand again, grabbing it firmly this time. "Please, don't go. Jirou, you….you gave me a reason to forget those things. Move past it, the unchangeable past. You made it so much easier. I should be thanking you. You're the one that saved me. So thank you….for being my hero in my time of need."

Jirou just stared up at the boy that was taller than her by about four inches with tear-drenched eyes which Izuku tried to dab at with a handkerchief, but she grabbed that arm and pulled him into a hug, burying her face in his chest. She couldn't deny it anymore, not after this. She absolutely loved him now. Fuck pride, fuck embarrassment and fuck the rom-com-esque corniness. She was in love. She had hopelessly fallen in crazy, stupid love, it felt fucking amazing and she was going to make it even better. Hopefully.

Staying like that for another thirty seconds, they stepped away from each other, slowly. "Okay…now it's my turn. I also have a….confession to make."

"Umm, okay. What's this about?"

"About me. And it involves you. I was planning on doing this Thursday after disarm practice, but now is a good time as any, I guess." Jirou took a deep breath before continuing. "My lyricist's block is completely gone now and I finished the song――"

"Really? That's great!"

"Shut up and let me finish! Anyways, I….owe it all to you. We've only known each other officially for….not really even a week I think, but spending time with you helped me discover new things about myself too. You pushed me up to new heights and strengths that I never even knew I had. So…well, that makes you….m-my hero, as well, I guess. In a manner of speaking." A strange silence fell between them, which was lingering for an uncomfortably long time.

Izuku's mind was racing furiously, rivaling Iida's Recipro-Burst as he tried to analyze and explicate what it was this confession Jirou just made to him may mean. Was it a mark of gratitude? Most certainly. Could it possibly be something more than just that? She did call him her hero after all. Plus there was that kiss. That should have meant something. "U-um….you're….you're welcome?" But without further evidence, there was no clear answer Izuku could stick to comfortably that would allow him to act on it.

Jirou couldn't help but sigh at that. She had hoped that beating around the bush would work, but his skull was thicker than anticipated. With another deep breath, she continued, "Izuku Midoriya, you're hopelessly dense, you're a fanatical All Might fanboy and a hero/Quirk nerd and I love you." Grabbing his shirt and yanking his head down to meet eye to eye, she kissed him as her other hand traced its way up through his hair, pulling him in closer.

The indescribable heat and softness as well as the taste of chocolate dominating his lips discombobulated Izuku, making his hands drop to his sides, mind blank as a brand new notebook. "Um….uh…" His brain was still short circuiting as he continued to stare back at her, trying to organize and re-clarify what had just transpired. The girl he had developed a crush for had just professed her loved to him and kissed him straight on the lips and is continuing to stare up at him with an adorable frown.

"Well? Say something jackass, that was my first kiss." She was getting antsy, the deafening sound of both of their hearts drumming in unison echoing in her ears along with the rushing sound of blood.

Izuku was conscious, but there was another force taking over him, moving his body like it had another mind of its own. One hand caressed the side of Jirou's face while the other snaked around her tiny waist, pulling her towards him as he caught her lips with his.

"Hmmph!" She let out a muffled squeak, surprised at the sudden initiative-taking but soon melted into it, wrapping her arms around Izuku's neck. Jirou felt the heat spreading throughout her body as his fingertips gently traced her spine through the thin fabric of her shirt, making her hum in pleasure. She began doing the same, running her fingers through her hair, massaging his scalp with her fingertips. As Jirou tightened her grip, she felt a hand at the back of her head, deepening the kiss further than the first one.

Their tongues gently slid into each other's mouths, poking, probing the roof of the mouth, running across the gumline, along the inside of the cheek. As they quickly began getting the hang of it much like everything else they have been doing thus far, it quickly turned into a competition of who could make the other run out of breath and pull back first.

Fireworks were going off through her brain every second, the sound of their heartbeats now a deafening roar, making her want more. Feeling this through the shallow, rapid breathing from her nose, Izuku then proceeded to lift Jirou up off her feet while still maintaining the kiss. This was met with Jirou wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and cupping his face in her hands. Her lips and teeth gently nipped at his lips and tongue as it twirled about.

Wobbling slightly, Izuku's foot stepped on the empty cookie box, causing him to slip, sending them both careening into the couch, which finally jolted them out of their heat. They both stared at each other in disbelief, their shoulders heaving, and Jirou staring down at Izku as she was straddling him. "Um….wow."

"Yeah….wow. Jirou, y-you sure that was your first time?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You….well, uh, you seemed to know exactly what to do, so…."

"S-so did you!" Jirou had no frame of reference when it came to what constituted good kissing or other techniques of physical intimacy, but Izuku was doing everything right, which was far too paradoxical considering his personality and display of a rather high level of social ineptitude. "You picked me up and had your hands dangerously close to my ass! In fact, I'm pretty sure one of them was! And your freaking tongue! What the hell were you thinking?!"

"You were nibbling on my lips and tongue!"

"Oh, stop pretending like you didn't like it!"

"I did, and if your legs crushing my ribcage was any indication, you did as well! Immensely!"

Jirou eventually climbed off Izuku and they each took another minute or so to collect their rational thoughts and regain composure. "Sorry about that, I…I'm, it's…just, I'm not lying, okay? I don't want to come off as sleazy…."

"I know, I know. I…uh, I got c-c-carried away as well, being caught up in the moment and all, so…..I'm sorry. And….I love you too, Jirou." Izuku couldn't believe how smoothly those four words came out himself. Without a stammer or averting his gaze, no less.

Pushing him down onto his back, Jirou straddled him again, pinning his arms at the side of his head. One kiss after another fluttered on Izuku's lips before being pulled upright by his shirt. "Kyoka."

"Sorry, what?"

"My name is Kyoka, Izuku, and you will address me as such, at least whenever we're alone. I'm your girlfriend now, so no being standoffish or formal. Not with me. Got it? If you dare call me Jirou, I will make you wish you were born blind, deaf and dumb."

"Um….Yes…..K-Kyoka."

"Good. Now shut up and kiss me more, dummy!" With his fingertips gently rubbing along her lower back, Izuku kept planting many attentive, soft kisses along her clavicle and neck, eliciting a string of aroused sighs, grunts and moans of varying tones from Jirou while she retaliated by running her tongue along the ridge of his ears, making him growl slightly, tighten his grip on her and intensify the kisses.

"Wait, wai-no, not theee-ere, hmmf….aah, oh yeah, oh my god…mor-hrnngh! Oh, God! Yes!" She felt her hips moving on their own, grinding against him uncontrollably, her muffled yelps and squeals becoming not so muffled from time to time until she felt her entire lower half of her body convulse violently as a jolt of pleasure struck her from head to toe as Izuku's lips left a rather large hickey behind her ear.

However, in the heat of melting into each other, they failed to notice the elevator ding before opening, leading to Tokoyami and Kouda walking right into the middle of the action. The former was there to refill empty bottles with water to keep in his room while the latter came to grab a healthy snack of carrot sticks. But as soon as the elevator doors opened and saw what was happening, Tokoyami rapidly pressed the button to close the elevator without a second thought. For better or for worse, neither Izuku nor Jirou noticed them. "Kouda….I know this goes without saying, but…..not a word. To anyone. We saw nothing, we heard nothing, and therefore we know nothing because we will speak nothing. Understood?"

Kouda nodded furiously with a red face.

"Awwww, come on man!"

"Dark Shadow, no."

"Uh, Dark Shadow, yes!"

"Dark Shadow, I will study in Aoyama's room for the next week and cut your supply of darkness if it's the last thing I do. Midoriya is a valued friend of mine, one that I place much confidence in than anyone I have known. I owe him my loyalty, including silence, and I will not have you jeopardize that. Especially with this."

"Fiiiiine." Though thoroughly disappointed, the sentient shadow beast complied. Tokoyami himself couldn't help but smile and silently congratulate his friend's fortune for finding someone that loves him. God knows he needed it, more than anyone he knew.

Their liaison was escalating rapidly, with Izuku having his shirt pulled completely off and tossed to the side. Jirou was guiding his right hand underneath her midriff-baring shirt while she placed his left hand firmly on her ass.

Rational thought, propriety, dignity and sense of shame was utterly gone from their minds. All they wanted was pure, undiluted pleasure from each other, the steadily increasing number of hickeys and bite marks serving as nothing short of napalm being tossed into the already high flames.

Both of their bodies were glowing with pleasure and glistening with sweat. Unable to resist, Izuku pulled Jirou's shirt off, revealing a checker patterned bra which she quickly slipped off and tossed over her shoulder. Now completely topless, she drew his head to her chest. Realizing what she wanted almost instantly, he tentatively began licking and suckling on her rosy pink buds as he gently fondled her breasts. Izuku was drunk with ecstasy as he partook in everything that was her; touch, smell, taste, sound, everything. He wanted her, all of her, to himself. "Aaaah…haaahh…Okay, okay, Izu-kuuuu…I-I think, hrngh, we should….."

"Hmm?" Being tapped on the head repeatedly, he looked up at her, popping her nipple out of his mouth after one last lingering suck.

"I think we should….um, call it a night, don't you think?" She asked through gasps, looking down at her very first, very own boyfriend.

"Oh, yeah….yeah, I guess you're right, we are in a common space area…..Holy shit, my head's still spinning. But that felt amazing."

"Same….I didn't think that…you know what, words haven't even been invented yet to describe what that was. I just know there was pleasure and there was lots of it." Giggling, Jirou lay on top of Izuku, her head resting on his chest, earphone jacks drawing circles on him. He stroked her hair along with the ridge of her ear. "Hey, um….if…if it's not too much to ask….can you, uh….Would you mind coming to my room?"

Aaaaaand, scene. Brokoyami to the rescue!

Also, good news for you all, next chapter is smut scene part 2. I originally planned on turning it into one big chapter, but I reconsidered and decided to go for separate installments. Stay frosty.