Chapter 41

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Rin was excited for Izuku to be coming to her place. They hadn't been to either one of the others homes since the awkward almost sex night. Though there was a part of her that wished he was coming over to put out but she also didn't want to get her hopes up. At the same time she had been going on 3 weeks without. Today's heated moment in the ramen alley didn't help her womanly desires.

The first week she didn't think anything of it because it was just another week. Week two she was adjusting to her relationship with Izuku. Now it was going on three weeks and she had to fight the urge to jump his bones whenever she wanted. She couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way.

Rin did notice that Izuku had definitely become more physical this past week. They had had their heated makeout sessions but todays grinding and neck biting was a step up from her seemingly innocent boyfriend.

With hopes of a more intimate night she changed into a matching pair of underwear. She wouldn't call it lingerie because it wasn't fancy enough. It did have a lacy trim though that set it apart from the other every day stuff. Plus she didn't want it to seem too obvious.

Heaven knows that she wanted stuff to happen this evening. The thoughts that have plagued her mind would send her down below. She had definitely seen better days when it came to the frustration that she had.

But with all of that put aside Izuku was here to see the changes that have been made to her apartment. Her bedroom was now a bedroom which was taking a lot of getting used to. She'd only slept in it once through that night. The rest of the week she'd find herself passing out on the sofa.

Rin had made the living room and actual LIVING room. A place for company. A sofa. A coffee table. The same arm chair she's had for two years. Her drewer didn't hold up the TV anymore. She had bought a shelf system for that task. Now she felt like she had so much space with nothing to do with it. The TV sat on an empty array of selves.

A knock at the door and she knew that she couldn't tell her guest to come in. He never did anyways. Izuku would always remind her that it was rude to just walk in even if she gave him permission. It he was to knock on the door she was to open the door for him. Which is why she felt 10% guilty for just walking into his apartment most of the time without even knocking.

The first thing that stood out was that Izuku had a backpack hanging over his shoulder.

"What's in the bag?"

Instant blush highlighted Midoriya's face and he found himself fiddling with the hairs on the back of his neck. "Well, I-I felt that I should be prepared for if I don't return tonight home tonight."

Though Rin figured what the bag was for it still made her chest feel heavy and giddy. Izuku must had also been thinking about the possibility of them becoming more physical. She didn't want Izuku to feel embarrassed about it though. It was okay to stay the night at your significant others place. They were grown adult and could make those decisions.

"It makes sense. If you stay the night you won't have to travel down the next morning for my Thanksgiving Breakfast for two. And of course we have to watch the Macy's Day Parade together while we eat it." Rin reflected the real reasoning.

Izuku felt the goofy toothed smile grow on his face. His favorite trait about Rin was that she DID think of others before herself for the most part. He first witnessed it in person when shed reframe from helping the other translator in the office because Rin knew it would embarrass Amy. Rin's language skills were because of her quirk and came naturally to her while Amy had years of studying and still needed work. Izuku also later found out that the only reason Rin worked the VIP room that night almost 3 years ago was because she agreed to cover for another employee.

"Yes. I don't want to miss this amazing breakfast that you have planned." He replied playing along with the story.

With that he entered the apartment and was surprised by the changes. The biggest shock was that her bed was replaced with a sofa. The fact that she had her bed AS her sofa was what made her house so iconic to him. The second shock was that instead of having the open space in the floor plan she had a table there. Sure he had his 'kitchen' table in the same spot but just like how the bed-sofa was iconic so was the spacey-ness to her apartment. The open air minimalism with a few trinkets fit Rin's personality.

With a bit more observation of the table he did get a very 'Rin-Like' vibe from it when he saw that there were painted paw prints on the top and carved feline figures in the legs. The sofa didn't have normal throw pillow but two regular bedroom pillows instead. The turquoise pillow covers were very contrasting to the plum purple sofa. All in all, although at first glance it didn't seem right. It was actually perfect for Rin.

"It's perfect for you."

Rin noticed the light almost whimsical feeling she got from Izuku. "Thank you. Do you really think so? I wasn't sure about the sofa or the table. But I knew I would need them for 'Thanksgiving'. Plus they felt like good purchases since I'm going to be living her for awhile."

"I think that you made the best of it and that you've probably already in love with these inanimate objects." This time it was Rin's turn to blush.

"You can't blame me. This kitty themed table did not come cheap. It IS handcrafted."

Midoriya MmHm'd and shrugged his backpack off of his shoulder, "Where would you like for me to put my bag?"

Here it was. The opportunity that they were both waiting for. The excuse to make a move. When Rin looked up from the feline table she watched Midoriya's eyes drag from the bedroom door back to the bag and then finally at her. His ears turned red and he looked back down at his bag. He had obviously been caught thinking what she was thinking.

Rin wasn't going to beat around the bush or cover for his embarrassment this time though.

"My bedroom of course." She grabbed his bag from him, "And now time for the good part of my furniture purchases."

Izuku could have sworn that he saw a slight skip in Rin's step. He could feel her excitement radiating off of her. The aura helped sweep the nervousness off his shoulders and he also felt himself getting excited to see where this night was going to go.

Once they entered the room he saw that the bed was the same bed that was once in her living room but now it was on a four post frame. The dresser was the same dresser as well. The relocation to the bedroom gave it a different atmosphere though.

"I think that the room feels smaller with my american furniture but that's okay. I feel like I make it up with the small Japanese sized TV though." Rin motioned to the 12 inch screen that was on the dresser next to a stack of books, DVDs and a thick spiral notebook.

"They do sell bigger screens like the one you brought over from the states." He pointed out as he worked his way over to the books.

"I know buuuut the field bonus wasn't a whole lot." Rin made her way to the bed lounging across it watching Izuku examine her dresser-desk, "But as I said earlier, the table was HANDCRAFTED."

Midoriya chuckled at her ridiculousness. "I see that you've been working on your Russian." He opened her notebook and saw her various notes about the language. None of which was in Japanese. There were a few sample sentences in what he recognized to be Russian though.

While Izuku was getting absorbed in the research; Rin found that she was silently pouting to herself. She still laid out on her bed in what she thought was a casually sexy position. Of course she didn't want it to scream, 'Let's have Sex!' but at the same time she wanted to look enticing and for Izuku's mind to be thinking, 'Let's have Sex!'.

She didn't want to ask for it or claim that she wanted it. She wanted him to want it. At this rate though she was going to pass out asleep. Her cotton shorts and shirt wear perfect sleepwear and she was already in bed. Looking over at the clock it was 7 o'clock and wouldn't be an issue if she did fall asleep. It was early but then again she was planning to wake up early.

Izuku was paralized looking at the notebook. He knew this was the moment. He could hear Rin fidgeting on the bed. He hadn't looked up in fear of what he might say or do. At the same time that he felt fear he could also feel what he could long described as smiling. The goofy grin that he'd sometimes have on his face was now living in his heart.

There was nothing to be scared of. He had been put up against life threatening challenges and world altering situations. He had this.

Rin had done her own zoning out thinking about the checklist for the next day. That was probably why it shocked her when she felt Izuku's scar'd and calloused hand move to her thigh. Her body had jolted but didn't move because of his firm grip.

She didn't dare break the silence. He was making a move and she wasn't going to let the potentially wrong words ruin it.

He crawled his way onto the mattress and came to staddle Rin's shins placing a hand on each thigh. Starting slow he massaged her outer thigh with his thumbs teasing the edge of her inner thigh. As he worked his way up her thighs his fingers started to slide under her loose cotton shorts. Skimming her lace trim underwear.

Yes. Rin couldn't help but think that the choice to change undergarments wasn't for nothing. She felt her eyes already starting to get heavy and her breathing become labored.

Izuku's jitters quickly faded when he felt that his hands were making Rin's breathing irregular. He found that he wanted to make bolder moves and watch her reactions.

Moving to kiss her inner thigh only a few inches away from her core. He knew he would work his way up to that. He was going to do his thing and see how she reacted. To learn and perfect all that her could to pleasure her.

The kisses were clearly doing the job. Her arms swung up and covered her face. He adjusted himself and went to spread her legs open wider. There was zero resistance to his actions as he went to place more kisses making his way closer and closer toward the center. Moving the cotton shorts he could see her underwear had a small darkened circle in the center.

"Already wet and we haven't even started." Izuku didn't think much of the words he said out loud. He thought that they were an unheard whisper till he noticed Rin's hips adjust. A physical signal inviting him in.

Anticipation. Why wasn't he digging in already? Rin didn't want to wait any longer. She moved to give him a bit of a sign after which she had to take a peek to see if he had noticed. He had definitely noticed. For the first time since she had known Izuku he had a devilish smirk on his face.

A mischievous smile. Evil intentions running through his mind. This was going to be good.

Bakugou and Kirishima had just settled down after their mid-shift patrol when they heard it. A very distinctive moan coming through the kitchen vent.

"Oh. Wow. You can hear everything in Rin's room?" Red Riot looked up at the vent and squinted his eyes. As if adjusting his eyes would improve his hearing, "I have a feeling Midoriya is staying the night." He giggled at the adult shenanigans.

Bakugou grunted at the situation. He wasn't particularly bothered with the noises and he had grown used to hearing Rin through the kitchen vent. Though this was the first time he had heard intimate sounds. They'd normally be voices from what he assumed was her television. With a bit on serious listening in he could pick up that the voices were Russian.

Katsuki wasn't sure how to feel about the new sounds though. The last time he had heard those specific noises he was the reason behind them. Literally.

Eijiro crossed his legs and got a bit more comfortable on the sofa. Which he did find a bit difficult due to the modern nature of the sofa. He still thinks that Katsuki got the stiff furniture on purpose, as a deterrent for people to not want to stay long. Besides the sofa there were 2 other arm chairs and only one was off limits. It was Bakugou's spot and also the only non-stiff chair in the living room.

"I remember you saying how you hear her TV but you didn't say anything about the extra sounds." Kirishima laughed.

"Probably because this is the first time."

Eyes wide, "Ever? As in, this is their first time?" Eijiro started to blush and shift a bit, "Man, I feel like I'm violating a special moment."

The snort wasn't going to be held back. Bakugou couldn't help but find his friends words humorous.

"Don't. Not like they're fucking virgins. They've both had sex with other people."

"I know. I know." A thought provoking look appeared on Kirishima's face that Katsuki didn't like. He wasn't going to like where this was going.

"You never confirmed whether you two slept together or not. I was the glove all that time ago and I was there when her phone rang when you called 'the last person you had sex with' the night of the party. I also remember you guys leaving together after the Halloween Charity." Eijiro didn't really ASK a question. He just stated facts that Katsuki knew he could deny. And he guessed he really didn't have a reason to.

"Shit. Ya caught me. Rin and I were fucking for a bit. But its been about a month. She ended it when Deku confessed to her." The words were dripping a bit with sarcasm.

"Uuuu. And you're good?" Kirishima lifted a brow in question.

"Went to my Not-Therapist about it and I'm good. I have come to terms with Deku seemingly getting all the nice things in life. The bigger picture is that I want to be at the top and I'm going to do what it takes to get there."

Bakugou lounged back in his seat. He had in all honestly come to terms with all of it. He was going to be leaving to University at the end of the year. Going to Osaka to get his degree in Hero Management and start his own agency and make his way to the top.

"And Rin?"

Katsuki looked over at his friend, "What about her?"

"Well, you were only talking about Midoriya. How do you feel about Rin?" Bakugou was about to speak but was cut short, "And I mean SERIOUSLY feel about her."

Pondering over the question seemed like the right thing to do. But Bakugou knew the truth in his gut about the whole of events between himself and Rin.

"Having sex with Rin was probably the most fun I had outside of fighting in a long time. It helped that I had her before damn Deku too."

"And there were no feelings?"

The room was silent with tension. Did Katski have any romantic feelings for Rin? He'd say no but there was something there. He couldn't quite place the words. And then the words hit him when he heard another wave of sounds coming through the air vent.

"Does lust, greed and envy count?" He stated matter of factly and then heavy sighed, "Listen Hair-For-Brains, I don't want to live happily ever after with her. I don't want to come home to her in my house or go to her house. She was a source of sex. She's my imaginary partner for beating off till I find something better. At most she is a friend like the rest of you extras."

The room was silent again but this time it wasn't tense. In fact, Bakugou felt really fucking good for saying these words outloud to someone else besides his not-therepist. But then the silence started to drag on for too long.

"Say something Shitty-Hair." Katsuki growled.

A blush and a toothy grin, "Sorry, I'm just still happy you called me a friend."