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Jirou could feel her cheeks in pain from grinning like an idiot for such a long time, finding the best position that allowed her to snuggle up as close as possible to Izuku. He was lightly snoring but kept a firm grip on her hand. This was a situation straight out of a rom-com, but she was beginning to understand why people like clichés as much as they do.

"Oh shiiiiit…." she groaned, covering her face while still in the comfort of Izuku's toned arms, the memories of what she did last night coming back to her. While she most certainly had no regrets, she couldn't believe how rapidly their level of intimacy had increased overnight. It must've been some kind of record. And God Almighty, her moans and screams! She could only pray to whatever God existed that nobody heard them. Especially Hagakure who lived on the same floor. She looked at Izuku who was still sleeping with that adorable smile and failed to resist the urge to kiss him awake.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes as he sat upright. "Hmm? Morning, Kyoka. I'm going to assume you just kissed me awake. What time is…Oh, fuck." Realizing exactly what they had done last night, Izuku did the same. He had just spent an extremely sensual, intimate night at the dorm. With a girl. In her own room.

"As Kaminari would say: we done fucked up. We're lucky that I woke up early. It's still 6:00 a.m. Get your clothes and get to your room before someone sees you."

"R-right!" Jumping off the bed, Izuku quickly got dressed and headed for the door. "Um, see you in class, I guess?"

"Heh, yeah. I'll see you then." As the door closed quietly, Jirou buried her face into her pillow, kicking her legs about in embarrassment and joy. They were officially together now, pretty much just blasting through the levels of intimacy that would rival the intensity of All Might's TEXAS SMASH in a single night. All except one, that is.

That aside, it was the best night of her life. Who knew the usually socially awkward nerd transformed into a beast between the sheets when his juices were flowing? Plus, seeing that assertive and rather aggressive side of him….was kind of a turn-on to be honest, not to mention being on the receiving end of that considerately gentle but undeniably aggressive passion. And giving back, oh that was fun, watching him squirm and beg at every touch. If that was what foreplay was like, she couldn't imagine how actually having sex would feel. She shuddered at the thought, partially out of fear and partially out of anticipation.

Though she didn't mind being marked as Izuku's, she had to figure out a way to hide all the bite marks and hickeys that were covering her entire body in the next hour or so. Luckily there were no classes related to heroics that day that would require changing. "Now where the fuck's that bottle of aloe?"

The halls of the second floor where Izuku lived was deserted as he made his way back to his own room before being spotted by anyone. Getting down on all fours, he began doing his morning sets of calisthenics starting with pushups, taking at least three seconds for each repetition before rising up and clapping his hands together.

He was definitely not himself last night. What the hell happened? What was all that….assertiveness? That aggression that made Jirou squirm, orgasm, sound off like crazy and retaliate in kind? It certainly felt amazing doing what he did with her and letting her do everything she did, but Izuku couldn't help feeling slightly worried at the discovery of this side of himself that was completely foreign until last night. "God what's happening to me?"

Now he had to think of a way to circumvent certain people who are bound to ask questions about what is going on between him and Jirou along with where the red welts and bite marks came from. While not as bad as the secret of One For All getting out, the exposure of this new secret would bring about a string of its own problems.

Aizawa would most certainly chew him out with those emotionless, dreadfully dry, dagger-like eyes. All Might may be supportive but not enthusiastic. He was officially retired now, and there were things he was expecting; first and foremost, results, such as further control over Full Cowl and increase in its power output. Now more than ever, especially with Sir Night Eye's passing. Iida, being the straight and narrow stickler, would be giving him an earful for the rest of the week, most likely along with Yaoyorozu. Bakugou would be screaming in his face as per usual, and the girls, especially Ashido, would be gossiping about this until this was widespread information. The alternative likely candidate would be Hagakure since she lived on the same floor as Jirou who may have in fact heard their voices. Despite the walls being soundproofed, they were pretty loud.

He had no choice. Though he would have to discuss this further with Jirou, this was going to have to be kept under wraps. Finishing up with the calisthenics, he went downstairs to take a shower. He wore a zipped up hoodie as an extra precaution. The door to the bathrooms opened, and just as he had anticipated, the class representative Iida Tenya himself walked out with a shower bag and towel in hand. "Oh, good morning Midoriya! Very commendable to see you up early this morning."

"H-hey, Iida." Izuku greeted him with a nervous smile and a brief wave.

"Midoriya, are you…perhaps feeling unwell?" The bespectacled boy asked, his eyes narrowing in genuine concern.

"N-no, not particularly? Why do you ask?" Izuku asked back with a stiff, nervous smile. It was in these particular moments that he wished he wasn't such a horrible liar.
"You have….several red spots right where the neck and torso connect. Right in between the clavicles. Unfortunately I am no doctor and therefore cannot give you a proper diagnosis, but――"

"Oh! Oh, uh, these? No, it's nothing to w-worry about, really, just welts from burning myself. I uh, accidentally let some tea dribble down when it went down the wrong pipe. It was pretty hot, so, y-you know?"

"Ah, I see. Quite unfortunate, but you seem to be doing fine. Sorry to keep you. I'll see you in class."

"Sure…..Yeah." Counting his blessings for Iida's gullibility, he got into one of the shower stalls, letting ice-cold water fall on his body. The clock on the wall in his room read 6:45 a.m. when he left. Counting the time needed to pack his bag and get dressed for classes, he should have enough to strategize how to go about this. Barely even drying his hair, he quickly changed into his UA uniform and made his way back to his room to look over his homework.

In class before homeroom started, Kirishima could tell that something was wrong. Not wrong as in bad, but more out-of-the-ordinary than anything else. Izuku looked strangely…..confident in his skin, a strange, unmistakable glint in his eye. Like he just met his own Guardian Angel or something. That and there was this bounce in his step during the five minutes it took to get from the dorms to class, and upon asking him what he was listening to, Izuku revealed it was an old school hip hop song that his pink horn buddy recommended for workouts. The resident shy-guy of class 1-A was listening to a Ludacris song. In the morning. Nothing could be more out of the ordinary than that, short of Mineta suddenly renouncing his pervy ways and going to a convent. That or Bakugou being genuinely kind to someone.

And then there was Jirou. The rocker girl who usually had a more….aloof expression, unless she was laughing her ass off at Kaminari short-circuiting his brain or conversing with the other girls about god-knows-what, was sporting a million dollar smile.

While it was not wise to assume anything, (as Aizawa has always stressed to have a flexible, open mind in any situation) in this instance it was pretty safe to say that the two have gotten together overnight, officially. "Nice going, Midoriya." He whispered to himself with a toothy grin, but saying no more. As a man who had given his word, there was nothing that could force anything to bend his principles. Unless told otherwise by either Jirou or Izuku, their secret will remain safe with him. That or until people figure it out on their own.

His thoughts were interrupted when his horn buddy from Mustafu tapped him on the shoulder with a pink index finger. "What's up?"

"Are they….you know, together now?" Ashido asked in a hushed tone, glancing at Izuku and Jirou.

"Probably."

"Damn," she chuckled, "that's gotta be like a world record…..but…..this is gonna be super awkward later."

"Why would you say….Oh…right. Yeah, probably. But just――"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Hush-hush, down low, right?"

"No, seriously. I know for a fact that Jirou talked to you. She talked to me. I do not need the potential collateral damage comin' my way because you couldn't be discreet."

"I got it, okay? Geez, I know my social cues, Kirishima. What do you take me for, the village idiot?"

"No, just….let's be honest here, you're the more gossipy one of the two of us."

"Alright, fine, I'm gonna let you have that one. But I know when to keep my mouth shut. We stay quiet, let them sort it out and step in if need be. Sound good?"

"The heap of considerateness coming off from you right now is kinda bizarre, but yeah. Sounds good. Just….make sure you follow through."

"Jerk." She punched him playfully in the shoulder with a grin, but stuck her thumb up reassuringly.

Jirou was smiling, stealing occasional glances at her boyfriend busily scribbling something in his notebook until she saw her friend and classmate walk into the classroom. It instantaneously turned her heart into ice when she realized the fact that a predicament of significant gravity had been overlooked: Ochako Uraraka, the girl who almost unmistakably had a crush on Izuku longer than she has. And she had just effectively whisked him out from under the brunette's nose in a single night when she said that there was nothing romantic going on with him a week ago.

How in the hell was she going to tell her about this? Or to anyone, for that matter? "If it's not one thing that's gone wrong in this crazy life, it's a-fucking-nother." This was that Ricky Martin song at its finest moment, in the worst way possible. She made a mental note to pull Izuku aside to talk to him during or after lunch. They had issues that needed to be addressed, as soon as possible. She could already see that it wasn't going to end well, so the sooner the better. Sending a message to meet on her phone, Jirou focused her attention to the front as Aizawa rolled into class in his usual yellow sleeping bag as the door slid open.

"Sooo…..Last night happened." Jirou said, meeting back in a vacant class after finishing lunch early.

"Let me guess…..you're having second thoughts?" Izuku mumbled, his eyes subtly glancing away from her. "I mean, I can't exactly blame you…I'm――"

"No! No, no, no, that's-no. Of course not." Jirou said taking his hand and holding it tight. "Look, I'm the one that asked you out in the first place, okay? I would be such a bitch if I did something so irresponsible to you and I'd never forgive myself for playing you like that. Make no mistake about how I feel about you. I meant what I said back there. But just….last night, we were so….caught up in the moment like you said. We flew off the fucking handlebars. Like, sky-high. Stratosphere high. And I'm just…not comfortable enough about having everyone know about us. Yet."

"Some people already know, I think."

"If you're talking about Ashido and Kirishima, we'll be fine, they'll keep quiet until we tell them it's okay."

"Todoroki too."

"Wait, how does he….You told him?"

"W-well, it was after you kissed me on the roof of the dorm, and he was genuinely concerned so I didn't really have much of a choice. He's not going to tell anyone."

"Yeah….yeah, highly unlikely. I can tell he hates gossiping. Okay, so that's three. Nothing to worry about."

"It's not going to take long for others to find out though. Especially Mr. Aizawa. Or Ms. Midnight. Or All Might, for that matter."

"I'm not worried about the teachers. They're adults, they know when and where to be tactful and subtle. I'm more worried about――"

"Kaminari, Mineta, Hagakure, those people. I know." Izuku said with a sigh as he scratched his head. "H-how are we going to keep this under wraps though? We can't exactly be meeting behind everyone's back. That's virtually impossible. It's only a matter of time before someone inevitably catches on."

"We need….something, a-a cover story. Excuses to meet, and…you know."
"Like what?"

"Like…. How about….ermmmmmmm…" Then it hit her: "Oh, I know! Music lessons."

"Come again?"

"Uh…We already did the Culture Festival, so say that you were inspired and wanna give a shot at making music yourself. Something like that."

"Just like that, out of the blue? That seems….unbecoming and super out of character of me. What makes you think they'll buy it?"

"Look, think about it this way: if…if you actively try to be covert, they'll know something's up, especially in your case, because you suck at lying. But if you're excessively overt that the overtness sticks out like a sore thumb, you become covert."

"So a gambit of sorts. Misdirection."

"Exactly. Risky? Yes. Effective? Also yes. Just so long as you don't slip up."

"You mean as long as we don't slip up. We're in this together, Kyoka. I have felt you staring at me during training exercises."

Jirou felt her cheeks and ears grow hot. Could he blame her though? After last night? "Fair enough. But you actually have to, though, to convince them. Learn how to play an instrument, I mean."

"And how do you expect me to do that? I do still have extensive ligament damage on both arms. I'm not entirely sure if my fingers are up for any delicate movements on a fretboard."

"It doesn't have to be a guitar. We'll take it slow. Okay? You could also say that it's part of rehab, they'll definitely buy that. I wanna make this work with you. Don't you?"

"Yes, I do." Izuku twirled Jirou's bangs with his fingers before continuing. He couldn't risk not being caught on security cameras in the classroom which there definitely were, although he knew not where or how many. "Of course I do. But we are going to be walking on paper-thin ice for God knows how long."

She took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze with a nervous smile. "Hey, at least we're doing it together, right?"

"Mm-hmm. Also uh…we may have to dial the….PDA back a couple notches outside the dorms. As much as I hate to say it."

"Right….but can we really do that though?"

"We'll have to at least try."

"Yeah, but can we though?"

"You still up for the uh….disarm practice for Thursday?" Not wanting to grace that rhetorical question with an answer, Izuku immediately changed the subject.

"Duh." She replied snickering with a playful poke in the ribs, widening her smile.

"Great."

"Oh, one more thing before everyone comes back."

"What?"

"Gimme a hug? Please?" Izuku couldn't find it in his heart to say no.