Well folks, here it is. It is a birthday episode per se, but not on the exact day either one of them was born. It'll make sense once you read it.

Only two more chapters...I'm sad to see it go just as much as the triple digit followers/favoriters. Thank you for all your support thus far with this fic. You are all amazing.

As always, I own nothing except this here writing.

"Morning Kyoka," Izuku uttered in a sing-songy voice as he tapped the door with a tray in hand. It was around the time they had both gotten used to waking up both with and without the sexual escapades.

After several inaudible grumbles muffled by the door, the door latch came undone and swung open as a half-asleep Kyoka with messy hair rubbed her eyes yawning. "Hey, Izuku…..this better be important if you're waking me up right now…."

She was wearing one of Izuku's hoodies which hung around a third of the way down her thighs. The fact it was completely zipped up didn't leave much to the imagination in terms of clothing underneath, or its lack thereof.

"It should count as important, I think. We made it past the one month benchmark."

Kyoka turned to the calendar hanging on the wall. "One….oh. Wow. It's been a month now, huh. Feels…..a lot longer. Weird." Then she noticed the smell of heated maple syrup. And waffles. There were three, one stacked on top of the other, garnered with blue berries and chocolate chips. Next to the plate was a mug of coffee and a glass of orange juice. "Is…that for me?"

"No. I came to eat in front of you to get a rise out of you, of course it's for you. I was thinking today should be kind of a cheat day, so….."

"You made waffles." Well, the morning was already off to a winning start with a nigh hyper-competent boyfriend who not only is smart, combat proficient, considerate and can read the social cues of women, but can competently cook as well. "Alright, get in here. And I'm not sharing."

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Izuku stepped inside, he deployed the legs on the tray and motioned his girlfriend to sit on the bed. "What part of 'these are for you' did you not hear?"

"Just checking. Gimme that. Now." Once she curled up under the covers, Izuku placed the tray-table in front of her, gesticulating to tuck in.

Kyoka first took a sip of coffee. A long sigh of relief fell from her lips. It had just the right amount of milk in it but with no sugar, exactly the way she liked it. On the mug were three horizontal lines running across it, each labeled: Shhhhh, Almost, and Now You May Speak from top to bottom. There was no way to not laugh at that.

Izuku just sat on the bed across from her and watched her eat with a happy smile on his face. He was determined to spoil her rotten today, showering her with every indulgence possible when presented the opportunity. This was only phase one.

Pouring a generous amount of maple syrup onto the waffles, she cut a piece off and took a bite. "God, this tastes amazing…." Kyoka groaned through her teeth. Her taste buds were flinging her brain to heaven and back. "Did you….do I taste eggnog in this? Is this eggnog?"

"Yeah."

"Where the hell did you get eggnog!?"

"I made it. With help from Satou, by the way."

"Of course you did….Ooooof course you did." God Almighty, could he raise the bar any higher for boyfriend material? Kyoka honestly wanted to give Izuku an earful about all the things he was doing right too well and showing her up again, but the waffles tasted so amazing she couldn't even be bothered. She would have kissed him, but eating the waffles took higher priority. "Seriously, why must you be so good?"

"I just….look, being a….a late bloomer has done things to me. I just have a…need to be indisputably good at things, you could say it's on a pathological degree. I'm trying my best to put it to good use, which leads to stuff like this."

"Because of those ignorant fucks who aren't even worth mentioning," She growled as she shoved another large piece of a waffle into her mouth. "And Bakugou. That fucking arrogant…..dickless piece of stewage-steeped shit. Izuku, I swear, if you don't punch some of his teeth in at training today, I will on pure principle."

"I'll figure something out."

"Good. Here." Pulling part of the waffle apart, she soaked it in maple syrup and held it up between her fingers with a blue berry and some chocolate chips like a dog treat. "Come oooooon, I know you want sooome."

Izuku complied, taking the waffle between his lips, licking the syrup off her fingers. "I did eat beforehand, just so you know. So you didn't have to do that."

"I know, but come on, can you blame me? Your hair is fluffy as a malamute. And it smells like you." Kyoka ruffled his hair, her fingertips massaging his scalp.

"It's my hair, of course it smells like me."

"Just shut up and take the compliment, okay?"

Once Kyoka had finished eating, she shooed Izuku out of the room so she could stretch, change and take a shower to get ready for classes today, but only after a big thank you kiss on his lips.

As he was bringing the dishes down, his phone started buzzing in his pocket. The screen indicated a name Izuku was waiting to hear back from today.

Mei Hatsume, the pink haired high-functioning inventor and the source of Power Loader's migraine. "Hatsume? Please tell me it's done."

"It is! I was able to fit everything you requested into it as well! There are a couple more kinks that have to be worked out, but it'll be done when I text you or by the end of the day. I admit, I was super surprised that you would come to the design studio for someone else's equipment with so many detailed sketches and applied use of item blueprints in the school archives, but I was soooo happy to hear you wanted to help make a new baby with me!" Izuku could barely comprehend half of what the motor-mouthed girl was saying to him in a rather loud voice that made him pull the device away from his ear. But her chipper voice was a good sign.

"Great. Would you mind if I drop by to test it out?" Izuku asked as he set the phone on speaker and began washing the dishes.

"Of course! No baby of mine is going anywhere without ample testing for field use! And don't forget that you're going to be testing out my other babies for the next week as per your deal!"

"I haven't forgotten." Izuku slightly shuddered at what he was going to be put through, but the fear quickly dissipated when he imagined the look on Kyoka's face once she saw what he had in store for her. Her present, aka phase two. "And the reason I asked you is because….well, I didn't know anyone else in the Support Course other than you, and you're probably the most one-track minded person when it comes to tinkering with gadgets, which is perfect for rush orders. No offense."

"None taken at all! It's nice to see my babies are appreciated. Give me a call if there are any changes that you wanna add last-minute, I'll stuff it in!"

"Thanks. I really appreciate your help. See you after school."

"Alrighty! Byyyeeee!"

Once the dishes were cleaned and back in the cupboard, Izuku sat down on the couch as he flicked through the Netflix shows, and hit play to watch the final episode of Daredevil Season 3. From the comeback of The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, the elaborate plan that Fisk had laid out, backlashes endured by the supporting characters――it was all well written.

While he was watching the episode, his friends slowly began trickling in for breakfast.

"Hey Midoriya," Satou called out as he began preparing to cook, "thanks for the help with the history homework last night. I thought I was gonna be screwed."

"No problem. Thanks for the recipe."

"Deal's a deal, right?"

"Yeah."

"What deal?" Ashido asked as she gulped down a pink smoothie from her glass.

"Oh, I just wanted to actually make something and eat it rather than just eat an apple or a bowl of cereal. It gets…..boring. So I had Satou give me a few notes on how to make eggnog flavored waffles."

"That. Sounds. Amazing!" Hagakure squealed. "But don't you dare badmouth my granola!"

"It's too hard to swallow."

"That's what she said!" Kaminari immediately quipped the second those words left Izuku's mouth.

"Ew, Kaminari! It's way too early for that shit! Give it a rest or your name's Mineta Mark II."

"Well….he isn't exactly that far off." Izuku muttered to himself quietly as he turned the subtitles on to read the dialogue that was getting increasingly difficult to hear.

"The hell's that supposed to mean Midoriya?!" Kaminari and Mineta raised their voice indignantly.

"Exactly what he said, I think." Asui ribbitted in her usual brutally honest manner.

"So, Midoriya," Kirishima turned as he swallowed an orange slice, "how're things with Jirou? It's been like a month now, right?"

"Yeah. Things are going great. It feels a lot longer than a month though. Only one thing I regret."

"Hm? What's that?"

"Not getting her anything for her last birthday. I know it was before we started dating, but still, I feel guilty."

"Aw, c'mon, Midoriya, you'll be fine! Jirou's a chill girl, you know that. Plus, considering how much notetaking you do on a daily basis, I feel like you're going to be the Metatron of romantic relationships. You're going to read all the books on the subject, and then write the friggin' Bible about it. Which, by the way, I will buy."

Izuku chuckled at Sero's encouraging words. "Thanks, but I'm a human being, not an angel of the Lord. And you honestly think a book is going to help you with relationships? I'm doing pretty much eighty percent of this on the fly. No amount of planning and contingencies is going to save you, at least in the long run. I learned that the hard way. And it made me feel like an idiot."

"Well, at least you know you made the mistake and you are taking steps to make amends." Yaoyorozu smiled approvingly like she were Kyoka's older sister, coffee pot in hand. "Would you like a mug?"

"Oh, definitely, yes." The coffee that Yaoyorozu makes was phenomenal, considering the beans come straight from Colombia and were ground with a classic hand mill. "How do you take it again?"

"Lots of cream, but I'll take it as it is for today. Thank you so much, Yaoyorozu." Izuku yawned as he raised his arms above his head, twisting his head from side to side, popping his neck and shoulders, accepting the mug.

"So Midoriya, how was the waffles?"

"It was really good. I needed to retry twice, but I got it in the end."

"Waaaaiiiit a minute…." Ashido frowned. "The waffles weren't for you, were they?"

"Nope. They were for Kyoka. She should be coming right about now."

"What about me?" Kyoka asked as she stepped out of the girl's bathroom in her school uniform, her hair still damp. "Oh, thanks for breakfast by the way, Izuku. I'm making you something later, just so you know."

"Okay."

"Wait….Midoriya, did you bring her breakfast in bed!?" Ashido's smile widened in absolute ecstatic glee.

"Yeah."

"Aaaawwwww….you guys are waaaaay too cute, you know that? You're like the best couple in existence that I know of." Hagakure shook her head with a sigh, although nobody could really see it.

"Seriously Midoriya, you are dominating as top dog of boyfriend material in our class. In our grade, even. Super manly. Mad respect to that dedication, bro."

"I WANT A BOYFRIEND LIKE MIDORIYA TOOOOOOO!" Ashido groaned, waving her arms and legs about in her chair like a child not getting their way.

"Yeah, fat chance." Kyoka scoffed. "I'm not exactly comfortable with sharing him…..yet."

"What?" Ashido's eyes widened in disbelief as Izuku jerked his head around to make sure he heard right.

"What? But seriously, you can't have him. Find your own nerd to make out with, Pinky."

"Awww…..your possessiveness is adorable. But you guys need to give it a rest. The aura of sweetness you emanate is making my teeth rot and soon everyone around here is going to be coughing up sugar."

"I know at least two people that won't be complaining, and one of them is you, Ashido." Izuku said from behind the couch. "You eat this kind of talk for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

"…..Alright fine, you got me there."

"Why. The fuck. Are we still. Talking about this!?" Bakugou's bowl of leftovers began smoldering and chipping while Kirishima who was seated next to him began fanning at the smoke to avoid tripping the smoke detectors. "Fucking seriously! What part of let the fucking past DIE do you FUCKING DUMBASSES NOT understand!? Why the fuck do you give a shit about who Deku's banging!?"

Guzzling the rest of the coffee, Izuku stood up with his bag over his shoulder. "Okay, you know what? No."

"Something you wanna say to me, you fucking nerd?!"

"Shh-shh-shh. Kacchan, you need to shut up. Shut the fuck all the way up." The entire common room went dead-silent. Never had anyone ever heard Izuku mouth off like this to anyone ever. Even Kyoka was surprised, but was smiling, realizing where this was going. "I just had the best coffee in the world that smells just as good as it tastes, but your threats and testosterone in the air is ruining it. It's not impressing anyone, I don't care for it, and it's detrimental to my mental health." Walking towards the fridge with the empty mug, Izuku scooped up as many cubes of ice into it as possible and set it down next to the chipped and still smoldering bowl. "Here's your chill pills, public menace. Take them, shut the fuck up, and leave me in peace. Get more from Todoroki if you need more. It's too early for your machismo bullshit."

The silence in the room was only broken when the door closed behind Izuku as he made his way to the design studio at UA to check on Hatsume and his gift. For another ten solid seconds, the room was quiet, until Kyoka broke out in peals of laughter while waiting for her toast to be done. "Talk that sass, nerd boy, TALK THAT FUCKING SAAAAAAASS! YES!"

"Oh, BakuBro, that was a sick burn right there! Oh shit…my…my fucking stomach!" Kirishima's forehead was on the table as he twitched with laughter, clutching his stomach with both hands.

"Somebody please tell me they recorded that! Please! We need that on every social media outlet right fucking now!" Mineta begged, jumping at this rare chance to get back at the explosive egomaniac.

"Already done," Todoroki said as his thumb hit the send button on his smartphone. "Hashtag cold-burn."

"Same here," Tokoyami said as Dark Shadow handled the phone. "Hashtag sweet revenge and hashtag best served cold."

"You motherfucking Icy-Hot bastard, I will grind you into fucking DUST! You're next on the shit-list, bird brain!"

"Alriiiiiiight, TodoBrokiiiiiiii! Brokoyamiiiiii!" Kaminari shouted as he continued guffawing. "Oh, that was fucking glorious!"

"Shut it dunce-face! That green-ass motherfucker will be a grass stain by the time I'm done with him…." Bakugou seethed as he finished eating.

"Taste of your own medicine, doctor?" Kyoka sneered as she pulled her shoes on.

"Fuck off, earlobe bitch, who gave you permission to mouth off at me!?"

"Listen up angsty TNTeen, I am way past asking permission because I don't give two short and curlies about you or your ignorant opinion. I have better things to do like fuck his brains out in the future, and yeah, I know I'm a bitch; thankfully not yours. Neither is Izuku by the way, who you seem to have an unmistakable hate-boner for. Between him and me, we only need one dick in this relationship so do us both a favor: fuck off back to Pornhub so you can rub it out in your room."

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH WOMBO COMBO BUUUUUUURNNNNN!" A second charge of shouts and roaring laughter detonated, with the usually level-headed members such as Todoroki, Yaoyorozu and even Iida failing to suppress their laughter completely.

"Aaaaaahhhh…Houston, we have noooooo problems." Kyoka smiled to herself as she sprinted to the UA campus munching on her toast. Revenge was sweet, second only to the eggnog waffles with blueberries and chocolate chips and the boy who made them for her.

"So. Care to explain where we're headed right now?" Kyoka asked irritably with Izuku's tie wrapped around her eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

"It's somewhere that you've been to at least once on campus, don't worry. This is not a joke or a prank, unlike this morning."

"You should've seen that asshole's face. It was hysterical. He is not gonna live that shit down till he fucking dies. Why the hell didn't you do that earlier in the semester?"

"For one, I was….too scared of him, I guess. But I can't always be like that forever. That surprised me as just as much. And….well, having a girlfriend apparently makes you do stuff with reckless abandon."

"Well, I'm glad to have that effect of you getting dangerous."

"So am I. Here we are." Izuku opened the door to the design studio, which Izuku had spent most of the morning cleaning up while helping in his own way with his present for the design of his gift. "Hatsume, you here? Hatsumeeeee! You awake? You alive? You breathing?"

"Yup, right over here!" She popped her head out from behind the counter with a thin, long box and quickly set it down in front of the blindfolded Kyoka. "Perfect timing! It's done!"

"Awesome. Okay, Kyoka, you can take the blindfold off now."

"Finally!" Pulling the tie off her eyes, she stared at the box for a brief moment and turned her head to Izuku with an inquisitive look. "What's this?"

"Well, considering the fact that we've reached the one month benchmark, I figured I should get you something. I couldn't buy a Les Paul for obvious reasons, a cake is too cliché, so I went for something more hero-like. Practical. This….also counts as your birthday present, belated as it may be."

"Hey, we discussed that and I said I forgive you! You didn't have to――"

"I know, I know. I wanted to. This is just my conscience being overly sensitive. Go ahead, see for yourself."

"Alright…." Kyoka opened the box, revealing a pair of identical metal sticks that were about fourteen inches in length. They were sprayed a dark purple shade with two teal colored ring-shaped dials attached to each of them. One of the ends resembled elongated small-diaphragm condenser microphones while the other end had screw threads and a socket respectively with an insignia of sixteenth notes etched on the outside. "Whoa…..what are these?"

"Hatsume, you mind explaining?"

"No prob! This baby, my friend, is a special order that Midoriya here begged me to make for you and had a hand designing the majority of this as well has hand-picking the materials. It's a billy club, similar to the ones that police officers use in America, only it's a zillions times cooler than those dull, bulky hunks of metal with no taste." She shuddered in disgust.

"You can use it as two short clubs like you're holding now or connect, twist, lock them together and voila, a longer one."

"Okay…." Placing the screw end into the socket, the two batons locked into place with a single twist. "Okay, this is cool."

"The threads are symmetrical so one twist in the right direction is all you'll need to engage it like that. And if you really wanna stick it to the villains, pull hard on both sides after locking them in and you got yourself a quarterstaff that's about four feet in length."

"Both sides….alright." With a strong tug and a click, Kyoka was no longer holding a baton but a quarterstaff that was perfectly sized and balanced for her. "Oh, sweet mother of Metallica. Even better."

"The clubs themselves are made of an alloy of my own design that's lightweight but with much tensile strength and durability, you can use leverage to heave large chunks of rubble. It'll deflect a .45 ACP if need be without a scratch and even a plasma cutter will take at least a couple of minutes to even get under this baby's skin. Speaking of which, I can make some kick ass plate armor babies for you outta those for your costume, Midoriya."

Izuku chuckled. "Maybe some other time. Can you uh, keep going, please?"

"Of course! The sides that look like microphones are based off of the tech Present Mic uses and while the directional speakers are on the outside, the mic is on the inside to catch your heartbeat. Luckily they had blueprints in the school archives so I was able to take some functioning artistic liberties. The sound travels more efficiently with less unnecessary fuzziness. Super crisp and clear quality like a recording studio. There are calibrating dials, the green rings, accessible to make changes to decibel range and frequencies and such, so crazy volume, crazy high pitches, crazy low tones, you name it, once the jacks are plugged in, this baby will howl to the moon and back for you! And because they're directional, the overall effective area will be limited, but you have more range and power with the sound being….choked, if you will, into a single point."

"Like the rifling does in a gun." Kyoka muttered.

"Exactly! One shot will blast the baddies on their butts or on a higher output, bust a bunker wall. Now, here's another feature. May I?" Hatsume held her hands out and Kyoka placed the quarterstaff in them.

Deftly retracting it back to a baton, she pulled them apart with a half-twist, revealing a metallic cable. "This cable inside is made of a similar material to your homeroom teacher's capture weapon but with it there are carbon nanotubes and strands of steel composite cable woven into it. I did some testing and it can support the weight of a regular sedan no problem. So it can be a grappling hook for more than one person if necessary. It's damn near indestructible by any one man's physical force, except All Might, perhaps. Now all that's left is to come up with a name for this baby, buuuut I think Midoriya's got that covered." She gave him an expectant look.

"Yeah, I do. The RockaBilly."

Kyoka stared at Izuku who was smiling proudly at the name. "You….oh my god….you….abso-fucking-lutely, magnificent, hyper-competent, irresistible, fanboying nerd boy! I fucking love it! Are you kidding me!? This is the most badass thing EVER! Get over here!" Throwing the tie around Izuku's neck, she jerked his head closer to her own and locked her arms around him for a solid thirty seconds before letting go of him.

"Well, ain't love grand! All that's left to do is test the sonic blast feature. It's fresh off the block so there are some things that need to be fine-tuned later, and for obvious reasons we can only get proper data with you present. Would you care to help?"

"Woman, do you have to even ask? Fuck yeah, let's do it. And thank you so much for this."

"Always a pleasure to have another appreciator. Well then, let's get started, shall we! AWAAAAAAY!" With Hatsume taking the lead, the trio ran down the hallway in excitement to test the RockaBilly. They ended up using the area where class 1-A trained to develop their so-called finishers, the rocky terrain manipulated into various shapes and sizes due to Cementoss' Quirk.

"Alright, so….how do we start?"

"Let's start small. See that rock over there?" Izuku pointed to a boulder about half the size of Kyoka. "Let's try and smash that with sound. Hatsume, I need headphones."

"Way ahead of you." Pulling on a pair of noise cancelling headphones, she handed one to Izuku who also made sure it was securely on. "Now, plug your jacks in, adjust the dials. Here….yup, like that." Showing Kyoka the corresponding dial for volume, frequency and tone, she slowly turned each one by the notches that caught on the finger tips.

"Alright, now what?"

"Just point, emit and shoot."

"Here goes." Plugging her jack into one of the batons, a steady blast of Kyoka's amplified heartbeat shot out of the tips, and within seconds the boulder shattered into pieces. "Oh holy fucking shit! This is awesome!"

"Of course it is, I made it." Hatsume puffed out her chest with a bright smile full of pride. "And my baby works! Huzzah! Now let's try a higher frequency."

And for about half an hour the tests went on as Hatsume's fingers danced across the keyboard of her computer that was taking in all the data through a sensor with blinding speed. "I believe that will be it for today. Thank you very much for your cooperation with the data collecting, this baby should be updated and calibrated by….I'd say another week or so before it's incorporated into your costume."

"Damn, a week? You work fast, girl." Kyoka laughed softly in awe as she handed the batons back.

"It's what I do! I have to go back to the studio now. My babies are waiting for me! Toodles!"

"….Izuku, I'm going to be honest with you. I have a list of girls that I wouldn't mind taking a pass at if either you say okay or if I were still single, of course. One is Yaomomo, the other's Ashido. Hatsume's officially number three on the list now."

"I'm not sure if I should be happy or pretend I didn't hear that, but thanks for your transparency."

"Okay, jokes aside. Once we get back to the dorm, can you meet me downstairs? I want to….go on a walk with you and….talk about some stuff later."

"Um…..what's it about?"

"It's nothing bad, I promise. It's…..actually a pretty good thing."

"Okay. Sure."

Izuku sat on the couch waiting for Kyoka to come down. Phase two was a resounding success. Her smile and that big, sloppy kiss said it all. What then, did she want to talk about? He could already come up with several things that will definitely not be brought up, but process of elimination was not helping at all and there was not enough information to solidify a speculation. "Great. Monkey wrench time it shall be."

"Oh nerd booooy, you ready?" Kyoka inquired as she whistled to signal her arrival, donning a white shirt, blue jean shorts and a slightly baggy, black leather jacket and a choker with a cross hanging from it.

"Yup," Izuku stood up as he took Kyoka's outstretched hand. They walked in silence for a while, every now and then singing a rock song to themselves while getting weirded out looks which they couldn't care less about. They loved each other, they had the iconic, stupid grin of young lovers and they didn't need anything else at the moment.

The walk eventually ended up in a place that Izuku was not entirely familiar with, but had a familiar name plate on the metal fence of the relatively large house. "C'mon."

"Wait, this….is this your house? This is your house! What….why wha-what…wha-what are we doing here?" Izuku stammered as his right foot took an automatic step back.

"Relax, my parents aren't here. They won't be for another two, three days at the most. But it's better that way. What I want to talk about with you is….rather sensitive in nature, so….."

"Um….o-okay….."

If Izuku's room was a shrine to All Might, Kyoka's house was a shrine to the genre of rock, starting with rockabilly, ranging from punk, pop, alternative, new wave, blues, Christian and jazz fusion. Not only were there several records and pictures that were signed by musicians, hanging from walls, there were also guitars that were obviously something with more than just sentimental value and towering racks holding CDs and records with a state of the art speaker system and a plasma widescreen TV. "Whoa…..damn."

"Yeah, I got that a lot when friends came over when I was still in middle school. You want some water?"

"That sounds good." Taking two glasses of water, Kyoka handed one to Izuku before sitting next to him. Another pause hung in the air as they finished it off in a matter of seconds. "So….what exactly did you want to talk about with me that's so sensitive in nature that you had to….to b-bring me….here? To your actual house?"

"I brought you here because there's something I wanted to do with you that I can't in the dorms. I wanna have sex with you." Plainly, and nonchalantly those words came out of her mouth.

Izuku's mouth hung open, nothing but air coming out as he just blinked. He was aware that they had gone pretty far many, many times in the span of a month, so it wasn't going to turn him into a red-faced stuttering mess, but to think that she would ask now was…..baffling. "A-are you….are you sure?"

"Why the hell do you think I even brought you in here? Yes, I'm sure. And no, this isn't me trying to one-up you in this relationship. It's got nothing to do with that. I just want to, 'cause I love you, okay? Don't you?"

"Well, I mean…it's…it's not like I never thought about it, I have. I just…the subject never really resurfaced until now, so….but yes. Yes, I love you and yes I do want to have sex with you. However, that being said, I didn't exactly prepare for this and bring….you know, contraception and such, so…"

"Right…..shit." Kyoka swore to herself for her lack of foresight, smacking herself in the forehead with a palm. She sighed. Everything was going well and already there's a setback before they were even half-naked. "I'm pretty sure there are condoms and a bottle of lube stashed somewhere in my parent's room, but here's a little honesty. You….are actually pretty well-endowed, best to my knowledge, so there is a chance they won't be…..loose enough."

"Um….okay. Thank you…I guess?" Kyoka burst out in laughter upon hearing that as she gave Izuku a hearty smack on the shoulder.

"But it's not like I got a close look at what that old man uses or their general sex life, so let's go check." She stood up and scampered to the stairs where the individual rooms were.

"You….oh my god." Izuku muttered as he followed her. He really didn't need to hear that. Gingerly poking his head in through the only door that was open, he saw Kyoka going through some drawers until a triumphant hand was raised.

"Found some. Okay, the date is….right, we can still use these….aaaand there's also some variations to size. Great. We won't have to worry about getting weird looks buying these at a 7-11." Sifting through the larger size ones, she pocketed them, grabbed a bottle of lube and closed the drawers, making sure everything at least appeared to be undisturbed.

"I don't know if that's supposed to make me feel relieved or something else." Izuku sighed as he rubbed his temples.

"You nervous?"

"I am still the epitome of nervousness, Kyoka, I've just gotten better at not showing it as much. Aren't you?"

"Yeah…..As much as I…we want this, yes I am. I'm uh….I'm gonna go take a shower if you don't mind."

"No, by all means. But….this is only a suggestion, so the choice is yours….are you comfortable sharing?"

"Th-the shower? I….you're….You're joking, right?" She just had to hear it one more time, to lessen the burden on her mind, even if it was only a little.

"I suck at lying, remember?" And there it was. That answer, with that smile. Kyoka kissed him on the tip his nose for his comfort.

"Come on. I know we've pretty much done everything except sex, but make sure you don't try anything too forward before we get to my bed, okay? And I swear, if you piss in the shower, you are getting a kick in the nuts."

"I know what a toilet looks like, thank you very much."

"Just making sure." Hand in hand, they walked over to Kyoka's room, which was just as punkish as her quarters in the dorm, outlined with red, black, white and the occasional splash of purple here and there. Pulling her jacket and socks off, she looked up at Izuku, lacing her arms around his neck, letting them rest on his shoulders. "So, nerd boy? You mind helping me get out of these?"

"Only if you help me with mine." With soft gentle kisses as intervals, Izuku lifted her shirt up, pulling it off her arms and letting it fall to the floor. The tips of his thumbs slid the straps of her lacy white bra off, as he trailed kisses from behind along her neck, shoulder line, until he kept going down to the small of her back, and up again. Feeling the tip of his tongue touch her neck, Kyoka squeaked a little as she realized that he was unclasping her bra with his mouth. As it fell away, she started with his pants, unbuckling the belt and undoing the button as her hands traced his chiseled abs that rose and fell with every breath that tickled her neck. She hooked her thumbs onto the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling them downward, stepping on them to bring them lower to his ankles.

Drawing Kyoka in closer, he unbuttoned her jean shorts with one hand, unzipping it as his other plunged into her matching white panties and began massaging her ass. With a shuddering breath through her teeth, Kyoka tugged his shirt off and tossed it over her shoulder as she impatiently pulled her shorts and panties off. "See anything you like?" She asked in her best seductive whisper.

"Everything. You?"

"All of it."

Continuing to kiss and caress each other along the way, they walked into the unit bath which was far more spacious than Izuku could have imagined, with a toilet, shower stall, and a bathtub that would fit at least three people, if not more. The water came on with a roar, and while Kyoka was planning on waiting a bit for the water to at least be tepid, Izuku stepped in without so much as a flinch or a shudder.

"What the fu-dude!"

"What?" Izuku turned around, genuinely confused to why he was being called out.

"The water's cold! What're you doing?!"

"I usually take cold showers."

"What the…..what the fuck is wrong with you!? Why are you taking cold showers!?"

"It keeps my heart rate up, helps burn fat, I can stay awake, and….it's generally considered healthy."

"You. Fucking. Nerd. Is it warm yet?"

"Uuuuh…..oh, yup, now it is."

"Great." Kyoka stepped in as steam began to build up. Keeping the drain plugged, they let the water accumulate in the tub as they sat down, daintily indulging in each other's bodies.

"Kyoka?"

"Hmmm?" She mused back as her tongue lapped up his ear.

"You look surprisingly hot with wet hair."

"You've seen me with wet hair after showers when you spend time with me and such. And what do you mean, surprisingly? Girlfriends look hot to their boyfriends regardless of the situation or appearance. Or am I being a little too full of myself?"

"Emphasis on little-aaah….easy, easy. That can actually hurt," Izuku whispered as he felt a hand fondling his testicles rather brusquely.

"Be a little more mindful of your mouth then. You're not exactly tall either." Kyoka growled with that naughty smile she always sported when she wanted something. "Speaking of your mouth, I think it needs to pay more attention….elsewhere."

"Tell me where, then," Izuku breathed as he sucked on her earlobes, slurping it all into his mouth like a noodle, jack and all. His finger drew aggressive small circles around her clitoris, making her gasp.

"Hnnngh….you…know…..where…..aahh, god yes…fuck!"

Drawing his head backward, Izuku slowly released her earlobe, kneading it and chewing it as he did so, slowly, leaving only the jack in between the teeth. "Say where, and I will."

She shook her head weakly.

"Say. Where." Izuku's fingers kneaded her clitoris slightly harder, making Kyoka throw her head back. "Kyokaaaa….if you don't I'll stoooop."

"No…no no no, don't….Okay…..I w-want….I…aaah….." Izuku's fingers slowly began to speed up. He could almost see the words fighting to come out of her mouth. "I want you to suck on my pussy….fuck me with your tongue...!"

"Yes, ma'am." Stopping the water that had filled up the tub about half way, Izuku hooked her toned smooth legs onto his shoulders and pulled her torso closer as he began lapping up her juices, savoring every dollop that came flowing almost endlessly, his teeth grazing her already hardened clitoris.

Kyoka screamed freely with nobody except her lover listening as she let the numbing pleasure overtake her. It felt like his tongue was directly licking her brain. "Oh, shit…..oh my god….oh my fucking shit, I-Izuku, I'm cumming…." Izuku's fingers crept up to her breasts and lightly pinched her nipple, making her scream as she convulsed again and again and her vision turning white. But to make things better (or worse), he didn't stop. Nobody was going to hear them, reprimand them or stop them. Not here, not now. Slipping his tongue in as deep as he could, he let it massage the untouched virgin folds and creases, stretching them out for later to stake his claim on her purity. Kyoka's cries begging to stop and show mercy fell on deaf ears. He can have her now, truly, in any pleasurable way imaginable. She orgasmed again, and again, three, four, five times, her screams, cries and moans turning in to whimpers of Izuku's name followed by incomprehensible articles and slurred words devolving into gibberish that seemed to be begging not for mercy but for even greater pleasure.

Gently setting her down, he looked at her face. Her wet, toned body with a subtle six pack now flush, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks as it fell into the tub. Leaning in and looking into Kyoka's face twisted in pleasure, happiness, love and myriad of other emotions, Izuku kissed her which she retaliated with her own hungry kisses, giving and taking in a frenzied battle for dominance. The kiss was messy as saliva fell from their lips, their tongues, silvery strings hanging from their chins, but none of it mattered. Nothing except each other.

Once they finally separated, Izuku laid her against the end of the tub to let her catch her breath and regain her senses. "Holy fucking shit-balls….oh man, my head's still spinning. Okay…bits of my memory are gone, I think."

"What?"

"They're…it's fucking gone, okay? Like…random intervals of my memory since we got naked have been wiped because you ate me out like a starving madman."

"You tasted amazing, if it makes you feel any better." Izuku chuckled with a shrug, sticking his tongue out. "More on the sweeter side than usual."

"You….you know what? Fuck you. Fuck you, your god-tier foreplay and my sensitiveness to your touch."

"That's what we're here to do and you're welcome." The smart remark earned Izuku a splash of water to the face.

"My turn to suck your soul out from your balls then. And don't even think about resisting, Izuku. I fucking own you." Using her jacks to bind his hands, Kyoka opened her mouth, poising to take Izuku's ever-hard cock in, twitching with anticipation at her hot breaths. The very tip of her tongue gently caressed the underside of the head which earned a grunt, but not much else, until her tongue gradually began covering a larger area but with a generous amount of saliva and taking an agonizingly long time. Her lips planted feather-light kisses all around the tip as well, her fingers stroking him. All the while, Kyoka stared up at him with a smug look, demanding to submit and beg or this will continue until insanity set in.

"Kyo-don-aaah…." Izuku could tell she was enjoying this, just as much as he did with the rapid orgasms he induced. But he wasn't about to bend the knee yet. Staring her down, he smiled defiantly.

This served to only deepen the smile on Kyoka's face. Taking a quick breath, she immediately plunged the rod of meat into her mouth as deep as she could, fastening her tongue around it. Her head bobbed slowly as saliva dribbled down her chin and the corners of her mouth. She could tell it was working, with Izuku's face contorting somewhere between pleasure and pain as he desperately held back an orgasm, shivering, abs twitching, expelling short breaths from between his teeth. He was just making this hard on himself. He was getting pushed to the edge, but Kyoka knew a way to make him submit: puppy eyes. The one thing that eight times out of ten made him concede and give her what she wanted. She looked up at him like she was the victim. Like he was making her do this. Just as she felt his tension decrease, she sucked her cheeks in and quickened the pace, making it look and sound as sloppy as possible.

"Aaa…ah…..Kyo-I'm urgh…" The numbness in his brain was painfully sweet as his cock throbbed, every throb spewing forth fresh, thick gobs of milky white down Kyoka's throat as he looked down at her purple puppy eyes.

Slowly taking care to suck out whatever was left, Kyoka released Izuku from her mouth and jacks as he panted. Straddling him, she showed him just how much she had to take in before swallowing all of it, proving it to him by opening her mouth, tongue hanging out. "Payback, bitch." Kyoka chuckled as she pressed her forehead against his.

"The water's starting to get cold. Let's dry off and go to your room."

"Someone's eager." Kyoka's fingers reached behind to stroke the still pulsating member with a provocative smirk.

"Can you blame me after all that?" Izuku could feel her burning hot womanhood twitching. If it were any hotter, it would leave a mark like a branding iron.

"But that was a lot. You sure you got enough in the tank?"

"We've gone four rounds max before with just foreplay, so I think we're good. You want to keep going with this or are you….comfortable enough to…."

"No. Let's…..let's do this." They stood up, drying each other off and walking back flirtatiously in view of each other as they showed off themselves. Laying the large towel out on the bed, Kyoka lay on top of it while Izuku fitted a condom on and slathered a bit of lube on it. Even through the latex, he could feel her fire.

"Okay...you ready?"

"Yeah…I want to feel you. All of you. But just….be gentle, okay?" Kyoka felt her body tense up, a shiver running down her spine in anticipation.

With a nod, Izuku slowly leaned in, moving his hips forward as he comforted her with kisses and whispers. As the heat began spreading across his cock, penetrating the latex, he felt his hips being jerked forward, a searing pain running across his back. "Sorry, sorry…..you…okay?" He felt her nod as she was controlling her breathing to gain composure.

"Just…just don't move for now….kiss me more…." They each ran their finger through their lovers' wet hair, moaning into their softer, placating kisses to remind each other they were safe, and had all the time in the world to enjoy each other. "Okay….you can, s-start moving. Slowly though. Slowly…."

"Always. Kyoka, I love you so much."

"Izuku…. Prove it." Their lips met once again as Izuku slowly began rocking his hips back and forth while Kyoka welcomed it, easing her legs around his hips. After a while, they both began getting the hang of the speed, every pulse of blood setting off dynamite in their minds. Burying his face in her breasts, he continued loving her, proving to her as she asked, how much he could care, how much he appreciates her trust in him to handle her body intimately.

Kyoka felt her voice rising several octaves as a hot tongue, lips and teeth caressed her pink nubs of flesh, her hands crushing his face deeper into her chest, her abs tightening her hold on his cock, making him thrust just a little harder than before. "Go…fasterrr…" she panted. All the pain had been replaced with pleasure. Pure, sweet and addictive pleasure.

Izuku needed no further urging. While the slow pace and watching her writhe under him as he stretched her inner walls out to literally ingrain his shape into her memory, it was even more torturous than what she did in the tub. And the slow pace was not helping with taking his mind off the nail marks Kyoka raked across his back with both hands. Making a mental note to clip and file her nails in the future, he began upping the pace, deepening his strokes.

This was bad. It was so, so very good, but it was bad. She couldn't possibly let him hear her voice like this. No. This would be beyond embarrassing. Her hands covered her mouth to stifle the beast-like moans, but Izuku was not having it. His pace kicked up another notch, knocking her in the corners of that perfect spot, until one powerful thrust dead-center made everything crumble.

Her husky, beast-like moans only served to rile Izuku up more as he flipped her over onto her stomach. Grabbing her by the waist, he thrust himself inside her again, this time gyrating his hips as he pumped back and forth. "Iz-aaaah…." As a last-ditch attempt, Kyoka's jacks and hands reached for the pillow to smother her face in.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah, no." But it was no use as he pulled her up to her knees, one hand fondling her breast, fingering her nipples while the other lightly closed around her throat. "You want to feel all of me. I want hear all of you. Don't hide your voice from me. Please. Let me hear it all."

Kyoka couldn't answer as the sudden change in position hit a different spot, another good spot that made her howl and scream in the violent maelstrom of pleasure. "FUCK! FUCK YES! FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT!" Her hands found its way around Izuku's head, interlocking fingers to prevent falling on her face. The springs began creaking even more as Izuku began ravaging her inside with bestial ferocity as he traded sloppy kisses in between heated gasps of each other's names and words of love, comfort, anything that would pull at their heartstrings.

The final, simultaneous orgasm sent them both of them into one long, colossal spasm as their juices exploded, dripping down their bodies and soaking through the towel. The adrenaline quickly leaving them, fatigue set in as they collapsed onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs and linens. They lightly nibbled at each other's lips, fingers caressing their bodies. Pulling out slowly at a lingering pace, Izuku pulled the condom off, and tied it off.

"Whoa….that's….a lot….." Kyoka chuckled, eying the used contraceptive which was chucked into the trashcan with a three-point arc. "God, I love you…" She sighed with a smile, snuggling up to him.

"A while ago you were cussing me out, and now you love me?"

"It's post coitus, I can say whatever the fuck I want. You will take it and be happy. Remember I control your sex life now."

"I will and I am." Izuku mumbled as he kissed his girlfriend. For her courage, commitment, trust, love, everything that she brought to the table for the relationship to develop up to where it was and more. "You're an amazing girl. And I love you too."

"I know, nerd boy. You tell me every day. And you're not so bad yourself. Before you ask, yes. It was fucking amazing. But seriously, where the hell are you picking all of this up? We were virgins before all of this! I mean, foreplay was nothing new, but….be honest with me. Aside from the internet, what did you use?"

"You sure you want to know? When you know how I can delve into research for a long time?"

He had a point there, and listening to his research would totally kill the mood for the pillow talk happening right now. "Okay, yeah. Never mind."

"You are just as much a perv as I am, just so you know."

"After breakfast in bed, the most awesome belated birthday present and that perfect balance of making love and hard fucking would turn any frigid woman of any sexual orientation into a perv, trust me. Imagine doing this to a prim and proper girl like Yaomomo or that….girl with vines for hair that handed Jamming-Yay's ass to him."

"Ibara Shiosaki."

"Yeah, her. Man, once you break them down, they are going to have their hands all over you. In public, even."

"Stop getting ideas and stop putting them in my head. If you're trying to make me cheat on you, it's not working."

"Good to know. Also…..um….."

"Yeah?"

"I'm….still horny…..You up for round two? We still have the house to ourselves….. and we still have condoms that fit you…"

Izuku's brows rose with a rebuking smile. "Will I get to hear you scream my name more?"

"Not if I make you scream mine first."

"Hey! Who here knows what the 'I like you game' is?" Hagakure asked the people in the common room after dinner.

"That certainly came outta nowhere, Hagakure." Ojiro replied, looking up from his textbook. "And no, I don't, although the name doesn't really seem like it leaves much to the imagination."

"Hagakure, pray tell, why exactly are we even entertaining the notion of discussing that specific topic right now? Here?" Tokoyami deadpanned without even bothering to lift his eyes toward her, much less his entire head.

"Aw, c'mon, Brokoyami! Think of it as practice for when you find yourself a girl you fancy! Then you can just be upfront about it and spit it out like a man!"

"Ribbit. Kirishima, girls are allowed to confess too. You know that, right?"

"I…yeah. I know. But….you know what I mean, stop nitpicking me, Tsu!" Kirishima grumbled as he had himself a good-natured half-chuckle.

"I've heard of it!" Ashido piped up with a mischievous grin. "You get two people, and you keep saying 'I like you,' 'I love you,' or anything along those lines that is generally considered flirtatious. Whoever blushes first loses."

"Is this really a topic that….necessitates exploration? At all?" Yaoyorozu asked uncomfortably. "Though I am not saying I have no interest in relationships, but…..this isn't exactly…..appropriate, is it? We bandy about empty words that should mean so much to the person saying it as much as it does to the person hearing it. The experience seems….well, cheapened. Ruined, even."

"Yaomomo, s'pose you're right," Kaminari rebutted, "what if that time came, that absolutely crucial opportune moment that needs to count, and the words just get stuck in your throat? If they can't hear it in the first place because you can't spit it out, everything else just….goes down the drain! C'mon, we're teenagers, let's teenage, for Christ sake!"

"I…I-I suppose that makes sense….Very well, I will participate as well. For future reference."

"Alright, so that makes…..one, two, three, four girls and guys. Awesome, even number."

"I actually made lots out of disposable chopsticks to do this for fairness. Any two people who draws the red colored one has to go through with it even if it's girl and girl or guy and guy."

"Wait….seriously?" A nervous, cold sweat broke out on Ojiro's back.

"I….am sensing the point of no return approaching quick. A retreat is necessary post haste."

"Ribbit. No it is not." Tokoyami attempted to flee from the area as he packed his things, only to land face first on the floor as Asui's tongue jerked his ankle back. "Loosen up, Tokoyami. It's just a game. Or practice. Or both."

"Oh, yo! Midoriya, Jirou! C'mere, you'd be experts at this game!" Kirishima shouted as Izuku and Kyoka stepped back into the dorms. Both of them were covered in bite marks and hickeys, even in places that their clothing won't hide, but this time neither one of them gave a damn about it and sported them with pride like badges of honor. Even their messy hair seemed to make them look good.

"….Did….did something happen between you two?" Ojiro asked upon seeing the marks festooning both of their bodies.

"Ojiro, stop dancing around the question. School night, gone for a couple of hours after changing, the hickeys….it's obvious that they cashed in the V-card today. Multiple times." Ashido smacked his shoulder with a splitting grin from ear to ear.

"No. Oh no. Oh no, son. You didn't." Kirishima stared at them in disbelief and a smile of admiration despite knowing that it was true. He just needed to hear them say it.

Kyoka only smiled. "My place, four rounds. And no, you're not getting anything extra out of me except this: god-tier foreplay."

"Jirou! We…you do know the phrase ladies don't kiss and tell exists, right?"

"I do Yaomomo. And thank goodness I'm not a lady. Not all of the time. Maybe his, but…."

"Alright, Midoriya," Kaminari said as he knelt in front of him about to swear fealty, "your room after this with some of the guys. We need details. Copious details."

"Uuuuhhh…No. But give me a moment…." Izuku took a big breath before shouting at the top of his lungs, "HEY ANGSTY TNTEEN, I WENT OUT WITH A BIGGER BANG THAN YOU EVER COULD! Sorry, I needed to get that out. I'll be outside." He could already hear the angry footsteps approaching.

Well, there it goes with a big bang. Hope it was worth the wait.

And I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to have the couple do a one-two roast against Bakugou just because. Please tell me if it was good or needs work. I don't really make a habit of doing it to people either way, so it was a little difficult.

Next up, Makeover: The ENCORE

And as I said in the previous chapter, they'll be getting haircuts too!