Alright, alright! Here's date #2 for y'all. It was a little harder than the other ones. Thank you so much for your patience, all the reviews (and the lenny faces, you pervs lol), favorites and follows.

This is chapter 17, and I have some good news and bad news.

Good news is there will be a couple more chapters, which will be as follows in no particular order:

1. Timeskip + married life with kids,

2. Birthday (with a present from Deku, the McGuffin previously mentioned) and both of them losing the V-card.

3. Makeover: The Encore (this time including haircuts)

Now for the bad news. I say this with a heavy heart, but after the aforementioned chapters, this shipping fic will be considered COMPLETED. But who knows, maybe I'll add a threesome experimentation spinoff chapter as adults where it's pure, undiluted smut all around. It might even be four with two guys and girls. We'll see how it goes.

Without further ado. A-your chapter.

I own nothing except this here writing.

Under the covers of her bed in naught but her skin, Kyoka flipped through the pictures on her phone at 5:00 a.m. next to her equally naked boyfriend still asleep as she ruffled his hair with her fingertips, the sensation similar to petting a sleeping malamute. Most of the pictures were newly photographed ones in their recent dates as well as the ones from their makeover. Both of them were laughing, smiling, eating, dressed like fashion models. "God, we look fucking fabulous." Kyoka was never going to get tired of that voracious smile that made her admit evil is sexy. Izuku's brand of evil, though.

She chuckled at one in particular of Izuku asleepwith his mouth hanging open during the previews airing before Scott Pilgrim vs The World. He was somewhat miffed at the fact she had poured popcorn into his mouth during that state and nipped her ear a little harder than usual in retaliation.

As Kyoka gently tossed her phone onto her bag on the floor, she rolled over to face Izuku who sported the body of a Greek god and yet possessed the face of a puppy, the contrast between the two making him all the more irresistible. If only every night could be spent like this, she could wake up extra early, feeling absolutely refreshed and blissful, even if it was after a night of incessant foreplay that induced pleasure of the highest degree. Not to mention she could poke prod, caress, kiss and dote on the nerdy sleepyhead she was proud to call her significant other.

Poking Izuku's cheeks with her jacks, she gave him a kiss on the bite mark she left on him, making him stir a little. "God why are you so cute…..?" Kyoka hung her head, muttering in annoyance as she slowly slid his arm under her head as her pillow, snuggling up to him.

With an inaudible mumble, Izuku's other arm pulled her in closer as he turned on his side, her face now buried in his chest. This clinginess, this blatant want for comfort was another thing she liked about him. Izuku, if anything, was the giving type and letting him indulge being on the receiving end was….well, fun for her. Giving him slight tingles with her jacks hitting specific points at low outputs with dirty whispers and breaths, gently stroking his cock and even giving him a blowjob every once in a while allowed her to take mental notes on how to get a leg up on the who-can-turn-who-on-faster race.

What's more, she loved seeing him reach an orgasm. He reels his head back, gets all embarrassed and red, covering his face when on his back (although at times she prevents him from doing so), apologizing profusely when he made a mess of her face and hair (on multiple accounts) which she just responds by pulling the sticky stuff off with her fingers and licking it up.

Giving Izuku the reins was just as enjoyable. It was almost like flipping this switch in him that turned him into a relentless lover, the beast in the sheets (as she liked to say), the most recent escapade done in his room and on the desk, still in their school uniforms unbuttoned but not undressed. His tongue just…..creeping up her thigh, lapping up her clitoris and then invading her G-spot underneath her skirt so abrasively while on his knees felt so wrong but it felt so right, because dammit, she loved him.

Lightly giving him a peck, Kyoka breathed his scent in as she frowned. Despite being able to control themselves from blatantly displaying their affection in public, neither one of them liked it. The wait until they could stop holding back was more agonizing than any training regimen Izuku could cook up for the both of them. Even Aizawa's hellishly honest and brutal assessments felt only half as strenuous.

She found herself to be more on edge and irritable during the stages of affection deficiency, usually taking it out on Kaminari and the other stooges for being their usual idiotic selves. Izuku was prone to….indulging in his voracious, aggressive side which even after discovering it rarely displays unlike the formerly side-parted Blondie McSplodie who embodies it.

To make things worse, some of the girls at UA sans her female classmates were catching onto the fact that he actually might behot upon closer inspection. While she took pride in that, it made her angry, which made Izuku laugh as he placated her by lightly ruffling her hair with his fingertips to remind her he wasn't going anywhere without her.

But then, this begged the question: should they actually do it at some point? Have sex? While they were still in school? College, she could understand, since people were more mature and understanding of certain things by that age, but they were in their first year of high school. They had already gotten through the three of the four bases of relationships, each experience getting better with practice and experimentation. Plus, they had pretty much seen each other completely naked now. All that's left was the home plate and there wasn't anything stopping them from just exchanging V-cards. All except one, that is.

While it may be a biased assessment, Kyoka considered Izuku as someone who had moved heaven and earth for her, changing the entire paradigm of how to see the world. He deliberately gave her free reign on their first date so he could partake in her tastes, her perceptions, actively trying to understand Kyoka on a basic level as a human being. While she did have a semi-solid date plan ready, it felt paltry compared to what he pulled off in terms of emotional content. While meeting Fletcher was pure dumb luck, it was Izuku that managed to pull the date off on the first try without a hitch. Resorting to physical attachment as a response to the emotional content in order to essentially keep him chained to her just felt….petty. Like a copout.

But their relationship was exclusive. Sure, she's had the occasional fantasy or two about engaging more than just one partner (which Izuku made her admit was Yaoyorozu), as had he (something Kyoka tortured out of him by delaying his orgasm for about half an hour) but it was nothing more than that, a dismissible fantasy. There was just…..something missing. The jolt, the impetus to make her cross that line with him, together, willingly. "Eh, I'll figure it out after the date," Kyoka shrugged, shoving the conundrum to the back of her mind for now. She had nerd boy on her side, they could definitely figure this out.

"Kyoka, you're mutter-thinking like me." Izuku said as he sat up, pulling his arm out from under her. "Morning."

"Yes it is," She chuckled, kissing him.

"What were you thinking aloud about?"

"Don't worry about it." Kyoka shook her head slightly as she kissed Izuku again. "God, if only kissing you would also actually fill my stomach up too." She'd be eating him and only him.

"Extensive kissing actually burns calories, believe it or not."

"Oh, you would know that. Neeeerrrd." Her giggle was stifled by Izuku bringing his lips to hers, light and soft as a feather.

"You hungry?"

"Ummm…." Kyoka bit down on her lower lip, unsure of how to answer.

"Not that kind of hungry. I meant nutrients necessary to sustain life. Dirty girl."

"Hey!" Izuku only laughed as she slapped him on the shoulder. "Part of that is your fault, you closet perv…. Thought you'd be full after eating me out to your heart's content."

"Who's the perv now, Kyoka?" Izuku smirked with a cocked brow, his shoulders trembling at the effort of holding a laugh in. "It's not even six and you're engaging in pillow talk."

"Oh, shut up and get the hell off my bed!" She shouted with a red face, smacking him with her pillow. "And go make me an omlette!"

"After the morning drill."

"…..Are you fucking serious?"

"I suck at lying, remember?" Izuku's lips found its way to Kyoka's forehead in an effort to appease her.

"It's the weekend. And we have a date. Today."

"I'm aware. Look, the last thing I want to do is stand you up. It's just a run plus calisthenics."

"Izuku…." Kyoka growled as she squeezed her eyes shut and breathed out slowly through her nose.

"Okay, okay. Jeez." Slipping out of bed, he got dressed and made his way downstairs, counting his blessings for the enhanced ability to read social cues which he was oblivious to prior to having a girlfriend. "Uh, is there…..any particular kind of clothing you want me to wear on this date?"

"You have blue jeans, right? Wear those, and since I know you love those red high tops, wear something that's not red on top. I'll catch up for the workout, so wait for me downstairs?"

"Sure."

Kyoka was waiting for about fifteen minutes now on the common space couch for Izuku to come down, dressed in all black except the letters of ROCK AND ROLL in white on her shirt, a jean jacket and red calf-high lace boots.

At the same time, Todoroki was trying his best to have a quiet morning leafing through the newspaper while Yaoyorozu and Iida were engaging in a game of chess. Ashido and Hagakure was discussing fashion with Uraraka in the middle about clothing coordination with maximum focus on being economical. Plugging her jacks into her phone, she hit shuffle to drown the voices out.

They didn't exactly set a time to leave, but it was slightly worrying since between the two of them, he was the more punctual one. The waiting, however, had reignited the spark on the matter she shoved into the back of her mind this morning.

She hadn't really tried to understand him the way he tried (and succeeded). At least not actively as Izuku, not according to her. Would this date work in order to do that? Were there any last minute changes she could make to enhance her understanding of Izuku? What if it didn't? "No no no no, stop it Kyoka," she whispered to herself in an effort to calm her semi-panicking heart. "This is a date, damn you. It's supposed to be fun. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts, you dumb bitch."

"Jirou, are you….are you alright?" Yaoyorozu asked, tapping her on the shoulder with a worried look. "You have a…..very scrunched up face."

"O-oh. Really? Do I? Still?"

"Yes. Very much so."

"Hey, um…..sorry about the other day when you….you know?"

"No, it's…I-I understand. You two are, well, significant others now officially, even in the eyes of your parents as well as others. You both have….needs…" The shade of red discoloring Yaoyorozu's face was increasing the more she spoke. When the door opened that day, a slightly disheveled but flush Kyoka appeared, wearing what she instantly could tell was not her own shirt. Izuku was standing behind her with a fully zipped up hoodie sporting a bashful smile, pressing his palms together at eye level in an apologetic manner.

"Look, it's just….I dunno, I feel my performance as his girlfriend is…..well, inadequate and insufficient, compared to what he's done for me, what he's actively been doing for me. We said we'd talk to each other if either one of us feels like there's a problem that needs to be addressed, but you know how he is when it comes to the general wellbeing of people…..that isn't him."

Yaoyorozu nodded. "Selfless to a fault, yes. It gets a little unnerving at times, to be honest."

It was no wonder his mother would get worried sick to the point where she would get pleasantly plump. "Yeah. So I feel like he'd never tell me and just let it slide. And, Quirk analysis skill aside, he can read me like a goddamn picture book. I mean, I appreciate that and all, but….I can't do that with him. Not completely, at least." Aside from sexual interactions, they have regular conversations about music, comparing notes about combat, and other current events about school, Pro Heroes and such. But when Kyoka delved into some anecdotes, Izuku seemed to avoid going into too much detail. Maybe a little too eagerly.

"I believe his perfectionism has rubbed off on you to an extent from what I can see, so that's a good thing, I think. But you aren't him, so I fail to see why you're stressing over it. You've been together…..almost a month, but it still has been only a month. Yet you seem to be….in a rush for some reason."

"Am I?"

"At least that's my impression. Take….Midoriya and Todoroki's friendship for example. They barely even talked to each other at first, but after their bout at the Sports Festival and their encounter with the Hero Killer, they've come to appreciate each other as friend and colleague. It's taken them several months for them to get to where they are and two battles, against and alongside each other." For that, Yaoyorozu will always thank Izuku. Without Todoroki's input and encouragement to strategize for the both of them, she surely would have failed the end of the term exam, dealing a critical blow to her already crippled self-confidence due to her defeat against Tokoyami and the not-so-practical internship with Uwabami.

"Right….." Kyoka sighed, understanding but remaining unconvinced to set her worry aside.

"Jirou, you've had a positive effect on him, and he on you. It'll come with time. I can tell you're frightened, but he isn't your enemy. I'm sure he'll tell you about himself when he's ready. You just need to be patient. It may be nerve-wracking, but….you must wait."

"You think so? Will he….tell me?"

"Well, if not there's always sodium thiopental."

"What's that?"

"Truth serum."

"Wha-oh my God, Yaomomo! Dark much? He's my boyfriend, not a prisoner with info about a terrorist cell! Christ!"

"I am joking! That would be beyond unethical. Besides, it's not exactly reliable. It just….slows the brain from high-level functioning and opens them up to suggestions. Consider this payback for giving me inappropriate ideas to what was happening behind your door." Yaoyorozu smirked.

Kyoka had to laugh at that one. "Alright, fine. I'll let you have that one."

"Sorry, what about a terrorist cell? Are we talking about Destro?"

"Oh, no. No, it's just a…..dumb joke which I didn't think Yaomomo had in her."

"Oh. Sorry to make you wait by the way. I realized I wasn't sure what would go with the field jacket so I had to ask around a bit for second opinions." With an apologetic look, a plainly stylish looking Izuku emerged with a hooded olive color field jacket, a white shirt underneath, blue jeans and his favorite red high tops.

God, that smile. So radiant, but right now it was blinding her, stinging both eyes and heart. "It's okay. Let's go, c'mon." Standing up, she quickly walked to the door and Izuku followed her, slightly surprised by her quicker than usual walking pace.

"Kyoka, are you uh…..are you okay?" Izuku asked as he was lightly jogging to keep up with her.

"Hm? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, I'm okay. I'll…..ev-everything's good. Ah, here we are."

"Oh, cool. This is an arcade right?" Izuku asked as he stared up at the single large bowling pin on top of the ten story building they stood in front of.

"That's not all though. There's also bowling alleys on several floors, you can play darts, try your luck at a pool table or do karaoke. Might not be exciting as getting a makeover, but…..you know. It's something. I'm not….too imaginative with these sorts of things. I mean, I thought maybe a rock concert, but I figured the moshpit'll turn you into roadkill so I reconsidered."

"To be honest, I've…..never really been to this kind of place before. An arcade, once or twice, but this…never ever."

Kyoka's arm did a small fist pump at those words. "Alright, let's see how good your aim is."

They started off with bowling. Their score for the first game was nothing short of atrocious for Izuku, who just barely made it to a triple digit score while Kyoka's steady hand brought her score up and above two hundred. "You do know that this is slightly unfair to me because of my hands, right?"

"I know," Kyoka shrugged. "You're getting better though."

"You know what, I'm going to give myself some more incentive. Next game, whoever gets a higher score can ask to either answer a question truthfully or do a dare."

"…..I never thought I'd be present this day to hear you say you wanna play Truth or Dare."

"Within the bounds of good taste. Kinda wishing I have Mr. Snipe's Quirk for a perfect score though. I mean, can you imagine him playing any sport involving aiming of any kind? They'd call him aimbot just to spite him."

"Okay, that's pretty cruel of you to diss a teacher like that. What would you call Ryukyu then? Smaug?"

"…..Actually, yes. You know me all too well." Not as much as she would like though. "Here we go," Izuku said to nobody in particular as he picked up his bowling ball, preparing for a throw.

"What. The actual. Fuck." Kyoka growled as she stared up at the scoreboard. "No. No. Izuku, fuck you all the way to the Grand Canyon. This is bullshit." The final score was 195-189 and he had won. His first throw ended up as a strike, followed by several amazing spares while her distracted thoughts had utterly destroyed her mojo.

"I just….it came with practice, I guess? It's surprisingly fun though once you get the hang of it. I think I can see why people do this on the weekends periodically."

"You know what, screw it. I'll just kick your ass on Guitar Hero X or something at the arcade. So? What's your dare? Or your question?"

"I…..can't really think of anything right now, honestly. I'll cash it in later if that's alright with you."

"Fine. But you only have until a minute before midnight. This is for today only." Kyoka marched off to return the bowling shoes and let out a sigh. He was having fun. The smiles were genuine, and yet something felt wrong. Not with him but with herself. It didn't feel the same. Not like the first date. "…..Fuck, this isn't working, is it?"

Ascending floors via the elevator, the doors slid to the side as they stepped out to the floor exploding with lights and the cacophony of games. "So? What's first?"

"Ummm…..hmmmm….there's Drum Kit Mk.V over there in the corner." That ought to take her mind off of shaming her own inadequacy, temporarily at least.

"Oh, I definitely want to see you play that. You just look so…..happy on an instrument. Absorbed, committing to that moment in time."

"Thanks." And there he goes again! Just….knowing exactly what to say to make her feel better. Kyoka loved him for that but it only made her heart sink deeper in dismay at her lack of tactical relationship awareness. Feeding several coins into the machine, she took a seat in front of the padded polygons that were meant to simulate a drum kit. Picking a song and the top tier difficulty aptly named To Hell & Back, she began as the shapes corresponding to the pads came streaming down the screen. It was a song she was familiar with although the arrangement was different. Even managing to spin the drumsticks between her fingers as she played, Kyoka finished with a perfect score.

"Took a picture of you while you were playing, by the way." Izuku said as he showed her his phone that captured her moment of happiness in pixels as she swayed to the music like it was an actual concert.

"Wha-no! NO! Delete that! Delete-gimme your phone! I am deleting that shit!" Kyoka's outstretched fingers were just a few inches shy of Izuku's phone which he was desperately holding it above her head on his toes to keep it out of reach.

"No, come on! We took photos of each other on our first date!"

"Just…no! Please, okay!?"

"Mmmm….fine." Handing the phone over, Kyoka deleted any picture of her that was taken today. Her smiles were smiles, but they weren't real. They were forced. Realizing that not even the power of music was enough to lift her spirits, she was at a total loss, more so than the time she first realized she was hopelessly in love with Izuku.

"Here. You mind waiting for a bit. I need the bathroom."

"Sure. Take your time." Izuku nodded. Something was off about her. He couldn't exactly place a finger on it, but there was a strange wrinkle in the synergy. Just as his thoughts were about to wander, his phone vibrated as a notification of a text message from Todoroki popped up, which was rare since he never really called or texted unless he had a question or some other legitimate reason that absolutely required him to reach out. "Huh. Wonder what's up."

――Yaoyorozu asked me to tell you this: Boost her confidence. She said you'd understand once you heard it and to not let Jirou know she sent this text to you. Good luck.

"Boost her…." Then it hit Izuku. "Oooohhh…..shit. God I'm a fucking idiot. ――Tell her I said thank you and thank you for passing the message on. You're an amazing friend.

Kyoka returned soon after as they moseyed around the arcade area, trying to win the crane game, taking down terrorists in Time Crysis 4, and trying their absolute hardest to hit each other with shells in Mariokart. All this time, Izuku paid attention to Kyoka's expression as much as he could, and the more he looked the more it was apparent.

The wrinkle. And it was getting bigger. Once the race had finished with neither one of them taking first place because they were so fixated on flinging items at each other, Izuku pulled Kyoka aside, away from the games. "Kyoka, I don't really know how to do this tactfully, so I'm just going to cash in the Truth or Dare game right now. Asnwer truthfully: is something wrong?"

Kyoka's eyes widened, panic setting in. He knows. Of course he'd know. This was the guy that was the number one human being at people watching. He could probably monitor someone's heartbeat just by listening to them breathe. "I….it's…." The words keep sticking to the back of her throat.

"I only noticed it recently, but clearly something is bothering you and….I mean, this is a date and I want to have fun. I want you to have fun. If there's something that's concerning you, I'm here to help."

"Okay….okay…..Izuku." She was the one that said they were a team after all. Taking a breath, she looked up at him.

"Yes?"

"Do you….do you love me?"

"Yes. I do." Izuku answered without a second thought.

"Even if I screw up?"

"Yes."

"Do you think at all if….if this just…." Kyoka felt like she was about to vomit just thinking about it. "If this just….might be a-a phase?" The tears she fought back won as a single drop rolled down her cheek.

"Wha-no! Kyoka-"

"Then why doesn't it feel the same!?" She shouted, grabbing Izuku by the jacket with both of her hands, pushing him into the wall. "Why…? Why am I not feeling what I felt when you took me to Wookiees…..when we did that makeover? What the fuck am I doing wrong!? When!? What am I missing!? I'll….whatever it is, I-I can fix it, okay? I'll make it better, I promise. Please just…don't…." Her forehead landed softly on Izuku's chest as she quietly sobbed. "Don't hate me….Please."

"I could never do that to you. Besides, you're…..not the only one." He whispered as he gently hugged Kyoka. "When I thought about what to do on the first date that I'm going to go on, I was absolutely terrified of the exact same things. Missing something, forgetting to account for some other variable that I missed, all of that. I was having a hard time not to just…start screaming and pass out on the floor." Taking her hand with a firm grip, Izuku placed it over his chest as if he were daring her to see if he was lying.

"I was spending several hours a day ever since the subject came up, trying to figure out the most efficient, attention-worthy routes, striking a ratio of 4:6 with places to go to according to your tastes, and my budget. I also accounted for the number of shops we go to, the order, where to eat, amount of time for that and what to do afterwards. Three days before the date I completely forgot I knew next to nothing about women's clothing so I also did a crash course. After a crap ton of trial and error, I plotted exactly fifty-eight different permutations, each one with at least two contingency plans. That was all I could come up with in that amount of time."

Fifty-eight permutations and two contingencies apiece. Only he would be able to do something like that. Only he would even think to try to tackle this in the most challenging way possible. "So it was….all according to p-plan? At least one?"

"Anything but, actually. Our permutation was number fifty-nine. Nothing I had planned, and no contingency measures. And honestly, that date was the most fun I've ever had with any single person. Anywhere. I was so happy it went beyond perfectly. After you announced to the class we were together, I went back to my room and cried for an hour. I was so relieved that it went well even without following a specifically plotted course, you were as happy as I was, if not more and because everything I planned was a waste of time forcing me to get rid of three perfectly good notebooks."

All the while, Kyoka was beating her hands against his chest with about as much blunt force trauma a ball of yarn could generate as her sobbing grew louder with every choked-up words of apology her melting down brain could think of. She felt so utterly stupid for even thinking that Izuku would think less of her. Or of anyone. Even Bakugou.

"Kyoka, I love you so much. The fact that you distressed over this to the point you're tearing yourself apart just speaks volumes as to how much you care about us and making this work. You just….being here with me is…..is more than enough. Okay? You are an amazing girlfriend. Don't ever think otherwise."

She only proceeded to bury her face deep into his chest. The hands smacking his chest wrapped around his back. "What did I do to deserve you….?"

"Would you like a chronological or alphabetical list to that answer?"

"You're joking, right?"

"I suck at lying, remember?"

"Just….shut up so I can suck that tongue outta your mouth." That quip was getting old and Kyoka had heard enough of it. She made sure her lips expressed as much love and gratitude for Izuku as she could muster, making the kiss last long and hard. When their lips finally parted, silvery threads of saliva were left hanging in between them which she caught with her fingers and licked up with a quick wink. They remained in each other's embrace for another fifteen minutes or so to let the nasal congestion and puffiness of the eyes subside. "I'm going to be honest with you. Hearing you say all of that made me feel like more of an idiot than my parents did when they said I can go to UA."

"Oh, um….sorry?"

She kissed Izuku on the tip of his nose with a smile. "You are forgiven. So, you ready to continue our date?"

"Lead the way, girl of rock." Taking Izuku's hand, Kyoka pulled him into the elevator which ascended further up again into the karoke area. As they walked towards the counter, there was a billboard with a large flyer about a couples-only singing contest that was being held today along with the names of the contestants. The last slot with the number ten had Izuku and Kyoka's full names on it. "Wait….Oh no."

"Yup. Yes we are, Izuku. Yes we are. Look, I…mostly got over stage fright after the Culture Festival and you can talk to people without turning into a stuttering mess that can't even maintain eye contact with a girl for more than a minute. I distinctly remembering you being taken off dancing to work on effects, so I'm making it up to you on behalf of Ashido and UA. Besides, a strong dose of stupidity and a monkey wrench in the works is exactly what we need right now. Come ooooon. It's two rounds, elimination style and we do get a prize when we win."

"Alright, that's incentive enough. When does it start and what are we singing?"

"Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time and Preserved Roses."

"Nice." Izuku grinned. The former was something he instantly took a liking to the minute Kyoka introduced it to him and the latter was something he found and showed her on the internet which soon had her singing along with the music. "But the first one isn't a duet. We can't exactly break it up into parts on the fly."

"Oh, nerd boy, that is where you are wrong because that is exactly what we're going to fucking do. You want to practice for a bit before we start? We do have time."

Izuku returned a smile as he felt Kyoka's fingers interlace themselves with his own which he gave an affectionate squeeze. "Just to review lyrics."

There were certain pairs that actually were good at singing which Kyoka could tell due to her own and her parent's expertise. Others were mediocre or average at best, with some pairs on par in terms of skill or one that was better than the other. Regardless of skill, however, none of them showed an ounce of hesitation to step up in front of an audience (whether it was to impress their partner, for pure entertainment or to win the prize was anybody's guess).

"Dude, Izuku. Calm the hell down. This is a karaoke competition, not Kourakuen Hall live show."

"I-I-I get that! Okay?" Izuku snapped back as he hugged himself to contain the tremors running through his body. "I get that, but still….It's just…it's different from what we did at the Culture Festival, so…."

"Well, we can't back out now, so sack up, nerd boy. I'll buy you a present when we win." Just as the second to last couple finished their song, she gave his ear a lick.

"Gaah!? Kyoka!" Izuku frowned at her for jolting him like that, though his mouth was curved into a smile.

"Alright, nerd boy. Showtime. Let's go." The couple that was leaving the stage handed the microphones off to them.

As the judges signaled, the music started up, the bass kicking off the song. "Alright, alright." Izuku sang softly, getting his voracity on as he tapped his foot.

"Alright, alright." Kyoka sang immediately signaling back to him as the drums came in.

"Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though! It's a hell of a feeling though!" The stage exploded with Izuku's voice. The crowd went wild at the cover version that was arguably as good as the original. Bouncing along to the percussion, he continued as if he were in a musical, accentuating the lyrics with the appropriate movements. Kyoka joined in as he counted down before her favorite chorus. As the music continued, the couple weren't singing to the audience as much as they were to each other, barely breaking eye contact.

See? Told you you got this, nerd boy.

We're going Plus Ultra with the next song.

As the song concluded, they both held up a peace sign. A symbol of peace, also a V for Victory.

Kyoka's attire for this chapter can be found on Pinterest on this particular link.

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