Momo Yaoyorozu.

The top of their math class. Probably the top of most of the classes she didn't share with her. The smartest person in her own class. The heiress that everyone talked about when she wasn't listening. The most beautiful girl probably at their university.

And she saw her on the stage of a strip club.

With a low, defeated groan, Kyouka Jirou buried herself in her arms, staring dully at her reflection in the mirror as Nejire and Setsuna passed her by on their way over to get dressed in the costumes they were wearing that night, glancing down at her in confusion as she kept her head down on the table she was having her makeup done on. Beside her, Tsuyu clicked her tongue as Kyouka pressed her cheek against her arm, and moved her hand down to gently take Kyouka by the back of the head.

The girl with earphone jacks didn't resist as Tsuyu lifted her head back up, glancing at her as her makeup artist gave her a dry, unamused look.

"I just spent twenty minutes getting your makeup perfect, kero," She shook her head as she let go of Kyouka's head, feeling thankful that it didn't automatically drop back down onto her arms again, "please don't ruin it, I have to go and help Denki out after you."

"Right," Kyouka sighed, "sorry, Tsu."

As Kyouka slumped back in her seat, glancing into the mirror and seeing the dark eyeshadow, purple lips, and light blush that Tsuyu had so carefully applied, Tsuyu sat back in her own seat as she began putting some of the makeup back into the kit, although her large eyes turned to glance at the pout on Kyouka's face as she raised an eyebrow.

"Is something going on, Kyouka?" She asked in the same blunt way she always spoke. "You've been in a slump all week."

"Nothing's going on," Kyouka shook her head, reaching up to play with one of the earphone jacks from her ears, "just … things. I'm all good."

"Hm," Tsuyu hummed, evidently not believing her but thankfully not calling her out on it as she stood up to head over to where Denki was spinning in his seat in his boredom.

As she watched Tsuyu stand up to head on over to the next person to get their makeup done through the mirror, though, Kyouka hesitated for a single moment - and then, with a small sigh as her worries got the better of her, called, "Er … by the way, Tsu?"

"Kero?"

"Do you, uh … do you know when the … the new girl is supposed to come in? With her … her friend?"

"Hm? Do you mean Uraraka?" Tsuyu tilted her head as she looked around at her, seeing Kyouka nod as she continued to glance at Tsuyu through the mirror, and then shrugged. "Well, Nemuri said that it was supposed to be tonight - she told Izu that he'd be the one sitting down with them until closing time, anyway, and neither of them have called in to cancel. So I guess it'll be tonight."

"Great," Kyouka frowned, sighing as she stood up from her table - she could hear the music start the play and the sound of voices starting to rise, meaning that it was nearly time to get started, "that's … great."

It very much wasn't great, she grimaced as she reached over for the silk bikini that she was going to wear during their opening act, walking over to the changing room to take off her tank top, shorts and shoes. As she grabbed her black heels from under the desk to take with her, she felt herself scowl as Tsuyu turned to go help out Denki with his makeup, with her fears now completely and utterly confirmed - the girl she had seen last week in this club, who had seen her swinging from a pole, and saw her falling off the stage and then sprint to the back while ignoring her calls to ask if she was okay, was going to be here tonight.

And she was going to see her stripping tonight, and then the next time they would see each other … would be in math class on Monday.

Yep … Momo freaking Yaoyorozu, Kyouka sighed as she walked into the changing room. The honors student. The girl that half their class had a crush on, muttering about her beautiful body while her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. And the girl who Kyouka was never going to be able to look in the eye again after this. Momo was going to see her dancing provocatively up on a stage in front of a whole crowd of horny men and women, and that was going to be her impression of her forever - she would look at Kyouka, and always think 'oh look, it's the stripper'.

With a defeated groan, Kyouka closed the door into the changing room and held her hand over her eyes. The only real assurance she had for tonight was that it was going to be Izuku sitting with them tonight, so hopefully … well, it was a long shot, but hopefully, if he was sitting with Momo, he could salvage what little reputation Kyouka had so that she didn't have to die of cringe every time Momo so much as glanced at her. It had been something she had been bemoaning about to both of her roommates for the last week or so, with Izuku giving her a sympathetic look while she paced up and down their living room ranting and eating ice cream, and Shouto had been …

… well, he hadn't looked very interested, but he still gave her his own input and advice, which had been … not the best, but at least he tried, so Kyouka would give him that.

Now, she knew what many would think - a girl, living with two boys? Wasn't that weird? Well, honestly, that wasn't the full picture - she actually lived with three boys. Izuku, Shouto, and Tenya were, indeed, her roommates, with Kyouka being the only one of them without a penis. It had been an accident on her part - while all of them attended the same college and were in the same general friend group, Kyouka had tried to get her own apartment to live in after her first year at university, wanting to become more independent, only to realize that the economy absolutely fucking sucked and a single apartment would cost more in one month than she could make in six months.

So in the end, she had bit the bullet and asked the boys, who she had met through a mutual friend, if it would be alright if she rented with them. And thankfully, they had found a four-person place for all of them to share.

She was, of course, aware of how one would raise their eyebrows at the fact that the anti-social, always somewhat pissed off Kyouka Jirou was living in a student house with three guys, she thought as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into the locker. But many didn't know about four little facts that made sure her stay at her apartment was comfortable:

While Izuku did spend his nights being the strip club's sex dummy, he was stupidly respectful, and knew how to adhere to boundaries and consent.

Tenya was way too interested in studying and rule following to even consider relationships, or … just women in general. (That, or she suspected he just wasn't into romance and sex at all)

Shouto was too busy pining for Izuku in the corner and checking out his ass to even consider checking her out.

All three boys knew that she could effortlessly kill them if they messed with her, so they knew when to get her space.

So yeah, in a household with those three idiots, she didn't have to worry about much. Honestly, she was more worried about any asshole from this club that would try to follow her home, she grimaced as she unhooked her bra, and she would have to do the stupid boyfriend protocol. So far, fortunately for her, she only had to do that once, and it was with Shouto - which had been, well, uncomfortable for the both of them, what with having her roommate awkwardly wrap his arm around her waist and make sure that the asshole got the message and fucked off.

But … well, anyway, she was getting distracted, Kyouka scowled as she picked up the silk bra and unclasped the one she was already wearing, letting it slip off so she could put on the more comfortable one. She still had a show to do, and then after cleanup, she had to get through a party with Momo Yaoyorozu in attendance. After … after dancing up on stage in front of her, and a huge group of horny dudes.

So … so the plan was that she was going to wait until Nemuri left, Kyouka nodded slowly to herself, and then try to immediately dip. Get through tonight, wait for the manager to leave, grab a slice of pizza, and then grab Shouto by the ear since he had his car and get the fuck out of this place so she could get home, take a shower, and then lay down in her bed and fucking die.

And pray that Izuku could somehow make sure that Momo would be able to not think of Kyouka as a weirdo. All she knew was that if he somehow made things worse, Kyouka sighed, he was a dead motherfucker.

Okay … so the note from earlier had said that they'd be there at around this time.

Izuku gulped a bit nervously as he stood near the side of the Loud Cloud Club, waiting for Nemuri's two 'guests of honor' to finally arrive as he checked his phone absently again, trying not to look too nervous as Rikido continued to check out the people continuing to pour through the doors to the club downstairs. It was kind of odd, he grimaced slightly, to be getting paid for a night that he didn't have to strip down to his underwear - at the current moment, he was currently wearing a black hoodie and jeans, with one of his white t-shirts beneath, and keeping one hand in his pocket from the slightly chilly spring air as he glanced up and down the street.

Thankfully, it seemed as though no one recognized him while wearing clothes, or didn't pay him much mind, either walking past him into the club and going inside as he waited for Ochako and Momo, tapping one of his feet against the ground.

Indeed, he had been the one assigned to sit with the new girl and her friend for one of their nights before cleanup. Still, this was a bit unique, Izuku frowned - usually, if they were bringing someone in to look around and have one of their parties, it would be on a night they weren't open and there weren't many people around. It was a bit odd to do one of their tours during an open night. But from what Nemuri had described to him briefly when he had come in, it made sense - the friend of his new coworker was having doubts about this Ochako working there, and she needed to know how everything worked and that her roommate would be safe.

He at least could understand that, Izuku nodded to himself as he gingerly waved his bad hand and felt relieved that he had remembered to take his meds tonight so that it wouldn't bother him too much. If this girl needed assurance that her roommate would be alright working there, he'd be more than willing to help her out. Even if it was just him sitting down with them for a show, chatting and waiting for the night to be over so Nemuri could give them the tour.

Still, he hoped that Cathleen wouldn't have to leave before the club closed - from what he had seen of her tonight, she was still pretty jet-lagged, so she would probably have to -

"Uh - are you Midoriya?"

He blinked at the sound of someone calling his name, and quickly looked around to his left. Sure enough, standing there and looking nervously at him were the two girls that he had seen last week, looking up at him a bit anxiously as they glanced around at the crowd lining up outside the club.

Quickly, Izuku straightened up a bit - for some reason, he felt himself go a bit red at the sight of the girl Nemuri said was named Ochako. She had her hair tied back in a messy ponytail, showing off her round face and glasses as she adjusted them on the bridge of her nose, wearing a nice pink cardigan and skirt with tights. The girl Nemuri said was named Momo, meanwhile, looked even more nervous than her friend, glancing around the dark streets as though expecting someone to suddenly jump out at them, wearing a dark sweater and jeans as she kept her hands clasped together.

Izuku automatically knew what Nemuri meant at once - both girls were clearly nervous, but Momo was the one who was looking like she was expecting a mugger to suddenly hop out. Nodding slightly to himself, Izuku tried to put on a confident, happy smile - although knowing him, it probably came off as more stiff than anything.

"Oh, uh - h-hi!" He quickly raised his hand in greeting, cringing slightly from how awkward he probably looked. "Yeah, uh - I'm Midoriya. I think we - we met already. L-last week. Very briefly."

As soon as he was finished speaking, Izuku felt himself die on the inside as he glanced down at Ochako with a slightly red face - good lord, why was he acting so awkward? Pull yourself together, Deku!

"Yeah," Ochako smiled a bit awkwardly as well, "v-very briefly. I'm - I'm Uraraka."

"H-hi, Uraraka," He tried to give her a pleasant smile at that, and then looked around at Momo, "and - and that means you're Yaoyorozu, right?"

"Indeed," She nodded, turning back towards Izuku, and although she still looked nervous, she attempted to give him a polite smile as she bowed slightly, "It's … it's very nice to formally meet you, Midoriya."

"I-it's nice to meet you as well. And - and you can both call me Izuku," He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "everyone does. Uh - anyway, so Nemuri let me know what we were doing tonight for your party - I'm supposed to sit down with you guys for the show so you can have a look at how we operate during business hours, and then once we close Nemuri can take over to give you your tour. We have our own booth booked to sit in until closing time.

"Er - yes, of course," Momo, for her part, still looked a bit unsure, glancing around again at the line giving her and Ochako interested looks while she wrung her hands together, "it's just … well, I just hope that we're not late, that's all."

"O-oh, not at all. You're actually right on time - I think we're starting in a few minutes anyway."

"Indeed … and … er … you're certain that we have to sit in a booth?"

"Well, Nemuri wants you guys to see how it is for the girls on stage," Izuku shrugged a bit, "but if you don't want to sit in the booth, we can always stay in the back. If that's … something that you would both prefer."

Both girls paused, glancing at each other briefly, but before Momo could speak again, Ochako let out a small sigh and nodded, looking around at Izuku as he glanced between them.

"If … if it isn't any trouble," She shrugged a little weakly at him, "I … think that I'd like to sit in the booth, at least to start. Just to see how everything works. Is - is that okay for you, Momo?"

Momo, for her part, didn't look very sure about that, but it seemed that she realized that Ochako was the one that was supposed to be focused on here and not her. Biting her lip slightly, she let out a small sigh and nodded, albeit while still looking a bit anxious.

Izuku, for his part, felt sympathetic - seeing how clearly nervous and afraid Momo was of this made him feel a bit bad. Clearing his throat, he tried his best to smile at Momo as she glanced up at him.

"If, uh … if it does get too much for you, Yaoyorozu," He said kindly to her, "I can always take you to a waiting room in the back. I know that first nights here tend to be … well, they can be pretty overwhelming. I had to go sit in the back when I was here for the first time, because I was blushing so much."

"Is … that right?" Momo looked uncertain.

"Yeah," He smiled, "I was here kind of … uh … scouting, I guess Nemuri called it - I hadn't done my interview yet, and she wanted me to come see how things were done before I made a decision to apply. It was, uh … well, it was a bit embarrassing the first time you're there, but you get used to it pretty quickly."

Shaking his head slightly, Izuku took a step back, glancing over towards the door.

"Anyway, uh -" He cleared his throat, "- we should probably head inside. I think they're going to get started soon, and it's a lot easier to walk around with the lights on."

With that, the three of them turned towards the entrance, Ochako and Momo quick to follow him as he moved through the doors with a nod to Rikido outside, and began making their way into the club, walking down the stairs. As they walked down the stairwell towards the bottom floor, Izuku was sure to walk slowly to not disrupt the small line that was slowly making their way down to the club, Ochako and Momo looking awkward as they followed him down the stairs. They could already hear the loud thumping of music going down below and the excited chatter of a crowd, which only made Momo more and more nervous and Ochako look more and more curious.

Finally, they reached the bottom of the stairs, Izuku smiling at Tetsutetsu standing near the entrance and letting people in, and the bouncer grinned and nodded back as they slid past him, and finally entered the club.

Unlike the last time Ochako and Momo had been there, it was a lot more crowded, making Momo gulp a bit nervously at all the men and women standing around the bar, or the booths and tables set up, chatting and laughing together over their glasses and bottles of alcohol. Some of them were chatting up the bartenders behind the counter as music played loud enough over the speakers that Momo and Ochako could feel it in their chests, seeing Itsuka laughing about something one of the customers was talking about with her as she slid a bottle of beer over to him.

The orange-haired young woman glanced up and spotted Ochako and Momo, blinking for a moment before a smile appeared on her face and raised her hand in greeting, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans as she put down another glass of alcohol, and she gestured to the both of them as she mouthed the word 'later', which Ochako got what she was saying, quickly nodding - Itsuka was indicating that she'd be around to talk with them later, so she nervously smiled back at her new coworker and nodded.

Soon, the three of them were on the floor, red and violet lights overhead guiding their way over to a booth in the back of the club, and Izuku awkwardly smiled as he turned to the two girls, gesturing for them to have a seat. Taking their cue, Ochako and Momo quickly slid into the booth together, moving into one side of the round table so that Momo sat near the end of the table and Ochako sat in the middle, and Izuku moved onto the other side to sit beside Ochako and across from Momo.

Leaning forward, Izuku shouted over the music, "Can I run and grab you two something to drink from the bar? Or do you wanna wait? I know Ken's coming over eventually, but I can grab you two some water if you want."

"I'm good!" Ochako shouted back, "I'm not that thirsty yet. How about you, Momo?"

"Er - yes!" Momo nodded as well. "I'm good for now!"

"Okay," Izuku smiled at both of them, and then leaned back in his seat.

Both Ochako and Momo awkwardly tapped their fingers against the hardwood table for a moment, not entirely sure where to go from here - how does one make small talk at a strip club? - but before they could even think of what to say, the lights above them suddenly dimmed, and the music slowly quieted.

"Oh!" Izuku blinked, looking around at the stage as Ochako and Momo glanced at him. "It's about to start."

Both girls quickly straightened up in their seats, Ochako glancing around the seats and gulping a bit nervously and Momo thanking every god above that the darkness of the room was hiding how red her face was and how awkward she probably looked. Before either of them could wonder what would happen next, however, the speakers above the stage gave a bit of feedback before a familiar voice suddenly began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Nemuri's voice purred above them, "thank you so much for being so patient while we got ready."

Several people in the crowd began to cheer, and Momo awkwardly yet politely clapped, pouting when Ochako was unable to stop herself from giggling a bit at how dorky her roommate was, and Izuku flashed her a small smile.

"Now then!" Nemuri giggled seductively over the speakers, above the sounds of cheering. "Now that we're all good and ready to go, let's put on a show for you all! We'll be having to close a little earlier tonight, but that just means we'll have to be more memorable for you all to make up for that! Now then, to get things rolling … we had a bit of a catfight backstage to see who would be pleasing all you lovelies first, and one of your favorite girls won, of course. Please, welcome to the stage … Carmilla!"

Ochako felt herself blink as cheers erupted from the crowd, and unknown to her, Izuku straightened up a bit, the darkness hiding his face turning a bit red as lights turned on over the stage.

Carmilla? She wondered to herself. Wait … isn't that -?

And then, just as a memory of her childhood came to her, with her and her best friend looking over some vampire book that they had borrowed from the library and her best friend had taken a particular interest in it, the curtains at the back of the stage suddenly swished open. Sauntering onstage, Himiko smiled seductively to the cheers of the entire crowd as she purposefully swayed her hips walking towards the pole at the center of the stage.

Ochako's thoughts died at once as she took in her childhood friend's appearance, and she felt her eyes widen, and her cheeks go red. Beside her, Izuku sighed a bit at the clothes (or lack thereof) that Himiko had chosen to wear for her first dance tonight, and Momo let out a tiny groan as she covered her eyes with one hand.

Now, there were many things that Ochako had been ready for when she came to this strip club. She had been ready for the secondhand embarrassment of seeing girls up on stage dancing provocatively. She had been ready for the horny guys. She had been ready for a lot. But, as she stared up at Himiko on stage in slight horror, she had somehow not been ready for the somewhat obvious fact that, if Himiko was working at a strip club, she would be wearing some pretty revealing clothing.

And not just that, that she'd be in … a whole lot less clothing than Ochako had been ready to see her childhood friend in.

For clarification, Himiko was wearing what appeared to be a nice red swimsuit, which made Ochako gulp nervously at how … revealing it was. The bikini bottoms clung to her waist, and Himiko teasingly adjusted one of the straps for the top to hang a bit off her shoulder as several hoots filled the club. It wasn't as though Himiko had become some kind of busty seductress - she was still a bit scrawny, just like she had been when she lived with the Urarakas, albeit with some noticeable definition in her arms, legs and stomach - but for some reason, Ochako found herself going still as Himiko wrapped her hand around the pole on the stage, and let out an almost inaudible giggle under the loud music as she swung around it briefly before she suddenly twirled, sticking her ass out and began to slowly lower herself into a crouch.

At that point, Ochako's secondhand embarrassment overcame her, and she imitated Momo by quickly bringing her hand up to cover her eyes, looking away and burning bright red.

Izuku, meanwhile, merely sat back in his seat and watched the show as Himiko moved her legs in her dance, not hooting and catcalling like the rest of the audience (and he knew there were catcalls, due to some girls in the booth beside theirs making aroused growling noises at the stripper on stage and one of them yelling "Take your top off!"). But he … definitely wasn't looking away as well, watching as Himiko leaned against the pole, closing her eyes with a serene smile as she tilted her head at all the calls for her -

- and then, slowly, she raised her hands to grasp the pole just above her head, and began to move her hips in a circle. As the synth music played over the speakers, Himiko rotated her hips in a circle, smirking as she felt eyes move to her chest or her face or her legs or her hips as she moved her body back and forth, slowly dancing in a circle until her back faced the audience, and continued to move her hips as one hand dragged up her ass, dragging her nails slightly, and the other grabbed the pole so she could suddenly hoist herself up.

Quickly wrapping one leg around the pole to keep herself up, Himiko moved her body provocatively with the same catlike grin she always wore. Crossing her legs, she spun around the pole briefly while everyone cheered for her, and after one spin around the pole, she wrapped her other leg up to lift herself off the stage, grinding her hips into the metal bar and letting out a laugh as she slowly began leaning back, taking her hands off the pole (and wrapping her legs tighter around it to make sure she didn't fall) as she popped her head back and hung upside down, letting the audience look up her bra at her cleavage.

In the crowd, as Nemuri continued to tease the cheering audience through the speakers over the stage, Izuku found himself gulping a bit as Himiko's gaze flickered around at the audience in the darkness - and then, somehow, it seemed like her yellow eyes flickered up and met his.

It really shouldn't have been possible, Izuku thought to himself as he wrinkled his brow - seeing as she had who knows how many lights shining in her eyes at the moment, and he was sitting in the darkness near the back, but it almost seemed as though she was staring at him. And Himiko, a smirk appearing on her face, winked at him as she licked her lips, and then straightened herself up so she could continue to climb up the pole.

Straightening up slightly in his seat, Izuku awkwardly cleared his throat, going red - he wasn't sure if that was aimed at him, but he knew that his senpai always did enjoy teasing him, especially when they were on the clock. Trying to awkwardly ignore how tight his pants were suddenly feeling, Izuku's gaze flickered over towards the two girls sitting with him in the same booth to try and take his attention off the stage.

And he blinked when he saw neither of them were looking up at the stage - Momo, at least, he wasn't surprised was looking away, but Ochako was also studying the table intently, and unless the low light of the club was deceiving him, her cheeks were looking … pretty red at the moment.

"Uh … guys?" He leaned forward, putting his hand on the table near them. Both Ochako and Momo quickly jumped a bit and looked around at him, giving him two slightly shocked looks, but the fluster on Ochako's face made his heart beat a bit quicker, for some reason. "Are you okay? If this is too much …"

"O-oh, no, I'm - I'm fine!" Ochako quickly shook her head, letting out an awkward sounding laugh as she looked off to the side, and Momo quickly nodded in agreement, her eyes returning to the table. "Sorry, uh - sorry about that, Midoriya. I just, when Himi came onto the stage, I just kinda …"

"'Himi'?" Izuku blinked, straightening up at the familiar nickname, and Ochako glanced back over at him. "Wait, you - you know Himiko?"

"Uh -" Ochako faltered for a moment, taken aback and not entirely sure why he looked a bit surprised at that - but then she blinked, and glanced back over at Himiko as she swung back and forth on the pole.

Wait, did - did Himiko seriously not tell anyone else about her?

"- I, uh, I actually do know her," She nodded, looking back around at Izuku as Momo kept her eyes locked on the table, "we grew up together. She's been my best friend since we were kids."

"Oh," Izuku slowly nodded at that, absorbing the knowledge - and then it clicked for him, making him stop. "W-wait - wait, really?"

"Y-yeah."

"I - wow. Wow, that's - that's really surprising! So did she - did she tell you to apply for this job?"

"No," She giggled a bit nervously, blushing again, "it was, ah - it was actually a complete coincidence. I didn't even know she worked here until I ran into her during my interview."

"Wow! That's - that's a hell of a coincidence!" Izuku was unable to stop himself from laughing with her from the likeliness of running into a childhood friend in a strip club of all places. "I - I take it was a surprise to see her here, right? Working at a … well … a place like this."

"Uh … honestly? Not really." Ochako gave him an awkward smile. "It sounds bad, I know, but I wasn't really surprised to see Himi working at a strip club - she was always the kind of person who loved to tease our classmates about - y'know - sex related stuff, and she was really open about how much skin she showed in her usual clothing, so … well, I wasn't too surprised to see her working at a - a strip club."

"I … yeah," Izuku nodded in agreement, "yeah, that sounds like Himiko."

"So, uh … I assume you know Himi too? Since you work with her."

"Oh, yeah - she's, uh, she's kinda my senpai," He blushed a bit at the nickname, chuckling at the nickname as he scratched his cheek, "she showed me the ropes, gave me some tips. She's been -"

Before he could finish that compliment, however, there was the sudden feeling of someone tapping his shoulder, making him falter. Both he and Ochako looked quickly around, Ochako's smile faltering somewhat as she was pulled out of the conversation, as they looked up to see Itsuka smiling down at them, leaning down somewhat so she could speak to the two girls in the booth, the other girl likewise looking up at the familiar face.

At once, Izuku automatically leaned back so Itsuka could lean over his lap, and quickly snapped his gaze behind Itsuka, looking out for anyone who might see her bend over and try to cup a feel as she bent forward. It was pretty much standard procedure for the group for whenever a bartender left the counter.

"Hey, you two," Itsuka called to the two girls over the loud music, aware of her pretty much leaning against Izuku and going a bit red, "can I get you anything to drink? Water, anything like that?"

"Uh …" Ochako thought for a moment - and tried not to glance over at Itsuka's arm pressing down against the couch, seeing how muscular it was and making her face turn a bit red - and then quickly nodded, leaning forward to shout to her, "… yeah! Water sounds fine. How much do I -"

"Nothing," Itsuka shook her head, smiling, "it's on the house. Especially since we'll be celebrating with you later."

"Huh? Oh, no, I -"

"Oi," Itsuka's smile suddenly vanished, Ochako faltering at once at the deadpan stare that Itsuka gave her, "no arguing with me."

Immediately, Ochako shut right up. She recognized big sister energy when she saw it, and she automatically knew that she did not want to be on Itsuka's bad side for any reason. Thankfully, Itsuka's smile quickly returned.

"Don't worry," She assured them both, "we're here to make sure you both have a good time. For now, I'll grab you some water - Yaoyorozu, do you also want something to drink?"

"Er …" Momo hesitated for a moment, keeping her eyes clearly off the stage, and then stiffly nodded as she smiled awkwardly over at the girl leaning on Izuku, "y-yes, Kendou. Water as well, if that's alright."

"Okay," Itsuka smiled, and then moved to stand back up, smiling down at Izuku in thanks for keeping an eye on her back, and then teasingly patted his cheek. Izuku blushed at her soft hand tapping on his cheek, but still smiled up at her as well, and watched as Itsuka turned to head back to the bar, walking through the crowd and keeping an eye out for anyone who might reach out to touch her.

Although Izuku had a bit of a hard time taking his eyes off of Itsuka's butt, reminded of how he had groped it last week and feeling himself shrink in embarrassment, he tried to shake it off, along with the blush he had on his cheeks, as he turned back to look at Ochako, who was glancing back at the stage. Izuku glanced around as well, and saw Himiko strut her way off, blowing a kiss at the crowd as they cheered for her before she moved behind the curtain and vanished.

Leaning back in her seat, Momo let out a small sigh at how long that dance had lasted, raising her hand to rub her eyes as cheers filled the club. Lowering her hand, Momo glanced back up at the now empty stage as the song faded into another track of the synth music -

- and then, without warning, the curtain was pushed aside to show off the next two dancers - one blonde boy with a black lightning bolt in his hair, grinning happily at the cheering crowd, and right beside him was a violet-haired girl wearing her own revealing outfit.

Down in the crowd, Momo stared blankly at the girl on stage, her mind snapping to the last time she had seen her - in math class this afternoon, writing something down that the teacher was teaching while one of the earphone jacks she had was pointing at the front to let her listen better - and she let out a squeak as she quickly whipped her gaze back down to the table, wanting to resume her staring contest with the inanimate piece of wood.

"So, uh …" Ochako said beside her, brushing one of her bangs behind her ear as Izuku looked back around at her interestingly, "… you were saying that Himi's your senpai?"

"Er - well, that's what she likes to call herself," Izuku chuckled a bit, his face turning red, "my 'sweet and kind senpai', as she always says. But, uh, technically she kind of is my senpai - she ended up showing me the ropes."

"Really …?" Ochako tilted her head a bit - she couldn't deny that, hearing that the guy she sat down with was apparently close enough to her childhood friend to have a pet name from her intrigued the hell out of her.

"Yeah," Izuku nodded, unable to stop himself from looking a bit sheepish, "I was kinda awful at dancing when I started working at the club. Honestly, it was embarrassing - I kept tripping over my feet, I occasionally missed the pole when I swung back into it - one time I actually fell off the stage in the middle of a show, landed in some guy's lap!"

Ochako let out a small sputter at that, raising her hand in an attempt to hide her giggles. She knew that it would probably be a bit rude to laugh at that, but luckily Izuku was laughing along with her. The sound of her gentle laugh, somehow audible over the loud music of the club, made his heart skip a beat, for some reason.

"Yeah, I was - I was a complete disaster," He shook his head, "but Himiko was always super patient with me - I think she actually took me learning how to strip a lot more seriously than I did. She dragged me out to the gym Nemuri rents all the time, refused to let me leave until I mastered a move she wanted me to learn. She was, um … well, she definitely takes stripping seriously. Probably more seriously than anyone in this club."

"Honestly," Ochako shook her head, unable to stop herself from sighing a bit, "that's the least surprising thing about Himiko that I've learned since I met up with her."

That caused Izuku to laugh again, and adjusted himself in his seat to talk to Ochako a bit better - honestly, he knew that they should probably be watching the show so she and Momo could see how everything worked, but hearing Ochako laughing and seeing her smile at him was sending a happy feeling through his body - enough that he even forgot the slightly dull pain in his hand, still throbbing even after taking his medication.

"Yeah, well … it's definitely not surprising if you knew Himiko. If I wasn't doing homework, I was working with her."

"Homework?" Ochako caught that, blinking a bit as she likewise leaned forward, both of them dimly aware that Momo was also glancing their way as she listened to their conversation. "So you're going to school too?"

"Yep," Izuku nodded, "at the, uh, at the college down near Shizuoka."

"Oh! So that's why I've never seen you at the university."

"Yeah - me, Ken, Shouto, Nejire and Mirio are currently attending," He explained, "we work here so we can have a bit of spending money - you know, for rent, groceries, that kind of thing. Itsuka wants to open up a repair shop, Shouto's doing some business courses - he wants to run his own pharmacy - Nejire's training to become a nurse, and Mirio's training to become a firefighter."

"I see …" Ochako slowly nodded - she wasn't too surprised by that, those reasons were pretty much why she wanted to work here too - and then she gave Izuku an interested look. "… so, uh, how about you? What are you going to school for?"

"Me?" Izuku blinked, and then realized what she was asking, chuckling a bit sheepishly, "I, uh - I wanna be a paramedic."

"A paramedic?" Ochako repeated, giving him a surprised look as he leaned back in his seat. "So you wanna be the guy who responds to emergency situations."

"Pretty much," Izuku smiled, "that's my dream, ever since I've been a kid - working in the paramedical field. So, uh, how about you? You said you're at Musutafu U, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Ochako nodded, feeling herself grin at Izuku's clear interest and turning in her seat to talk to him properly, "I'm at the university. I'm taking a few classes to get a degree in engineering."

"Oh, that's nice! So, uh - you want to build stuff?" Izuku asked, and then cringed. "Oh, that's probably a stupid question, isn't it?"

"No, no, I get that kind of question all the time," Ochako giggled, "and, uh - well, pretty much. You can blame my parents for that one - they work in construction, and I used to tag along to the workplace with them when they couldn't afford a babysitter - er, I wasn't actually on the site, before you ask, just in the office. But yeah, they inspired me to go into engineering - plus, the pay's always nice." She shrugged a bit awkwardly at that.

"Yeah, it would be," Izuku agreed, "so what kind of engineering do you want to go for?"

"Electrical."

"Oh, nice!" Izuku nodded, smiling at that, and then turned to where Momo was still staring down at the table rather than looking up at the stage. "And, uh, what about you, Yaoyorozu? Are you also attending university?"

"I am," She nodded, straightening her back somewhat - she was still a bit awkward, but she knew that it would at least be polite to join the conversation when it turned to her, giving Izuku a small smile, "I'm actually taking a few early childhood education courses."

"Oh - so you want to become a -"

"A teacher," She nodded, "indeed. I did an internship during high school with a kindergarten class - it wasn't something I had wanted to do, since the internship I wanted cancelled on me at the last minute, but helping out those children everyday … it ended up growing on me. So yes, I want to become a kindergarten teacher."

"Oh, wow …" Izuku gave the heiress an amazed smile, one that made Momo smile awkwardly back before she returned to her staring contest with the table, and he returned his gaze to Ochako.

"That sounds really cool, you two," He absently rubbed his bad hand, "and I know that you can get a lot of interesting work as an electrician, Uraraka - I've seen them working on some crazy stuff when I was on I-Island, they were awesome."

"Yeah, that's -" Ochako started to say, smiling, when something he said suddenly registered, making her stop. "Wait. I-Island?"

"Huh?" Izuku blinked, seeing Ochako's smile fade somewhat.

"The - the floating island?" Ochako clarified, her eyes widening slightly, "The science island? That I-Island? You've been there?"

"Oh, uh …" Izuku chuckled a bit sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, "I've … I actually lived there. For a few years."

"…"

"…"

"… get the fuck out," Ochako's jaw dropped, although she squeaked when she realized she had just sworn so casually in front of a guy she just met, raising her hand to cover her mouth. Luckily for her, Izuku merely sputtered a bit before he broke into laughter.

"It's true!" He nodded while trying to suppress his giggle-snorts. "I, uh, I actually only recently moved back to Japan, like - two or three years ago. I was born in Shizuoka, and spent a few years of my childhood here, and then my dad got an invite to work in I-Island's science division."

"Seriously?" Ochako leaned forward, her eyes widened in curiosity - I-Island was practically a paradise that so few could get an invite to, much less a chance to live on it, so her full attention was very much on Izuku now. "So your dad's smart enough to get an invite to work on I-Island? That's - that's amazing! I heard it takes forever to even get approved to go on vacation there, let alone move there!"

"Well, that part's true, at least," Izuku shook his head with a grin, "I think we got initially invited when I was seven, and moved there when I was ten. That was, uh … well, it was a long process, but luckily we had Cathleen to help us out."

"Cathleen?"

"Yeah, a - a friend of our family, you'll probably meet her later. I've known her since …" Izuku hesitated then, his smile flickering slightly (something that Ochako picked up on, her own smile fading somewhat) before he shook his head and turned back to smile at her. "… since something happened in my childhood. But yeah, she's been a friend of my family for a long time - she's pretty much my unofficial aunt."

"Is - is that right …?" Ochako tilted her head - she wasn't entirely sure what that was, the way Izuku had just faltered during his explanation, but she knew better than to pry about something he was clearly uncomfortable to talk about.

"Yeah. Anyway, we moved to I-Island when I was ten, and I started attending school at the academy there - thanks to Cathleen, we didn't really have to worry about expenses, even if my mom kept begging her to let us pay her back. Eventually, though …" He shook his head, smiling a bit wistfully, "… I got homesick. And I knew that if I was gonna be a paramedic, it couldn't be on I-Island - it's kind of hard to respond to emergencies there if you need to work through so much paperwork to not talk about what you might see in a lab when you're trying to save someone's life. So … I knew that I needed to come home."

"Huh …"

"So during my last year of high school, I ended up moving home with my mom, and I got to reconnect with one of my friends - Kacchan. And then once we started attending college, I met Shouto, Kyouka, Mirio, Tenya - and, well - here I am," He shrugged a bit awkwardly, "working at a strip club to pay the bills."

"Still," Ochako gave him a small, knowing look - she knew homesickness all too well - "do you miss I-Island?"

"Sometimes," He nodded, not afraid to admit that, "it was my home for a good part of my life. At least I still have my mom here - she ended up missing Japan too, so she came back with me and Cathleen. It's been nice, though, being back on technically solid land."

"But … well, I guess there's still some parts of I-Island that you miss."

"Oh, of course," Izuku sighed, "I guess I miss the cool inventions and awesome exhibits, but … well, if I'm being honest, the thing I miss most about I-Island is - well, it sounds kinda corny, but I miss my best friend."

Ochako blinked at that.

"Oh, so - so you still have a friend there?"

"Yeah," Izuku smiled softly, "Melissa."

Ochako couldn't help but feel more and more intrigued by the second, leaning forward on her elbows. Honestly, the more she talked to Izuku, the more fascinating he became - he had this dorky way of keeping her attention entirely focused on him, not even glancing up at the beautiful women and handsome men dancing half-naked on the stage as she stared at the green-haired young man in the darkness of the club. Izuku, for his part, was also smiling back at her as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table as Ochako adjusted herself in her seat.

"Melissa, huh?" She repeated the name, nodding a bit and smiling. "So she's your best friend?"

"Yep," He smiled nostalgically, glancing off to the side, and thankful for the low lighting that disguised his red face as he talked about her, "I met her when I first moved to I-Island, she was my senior in the academy we were both attending. I, uh … I actually had a few issues making friends at the school there, because of …"

At that, though, he felt himself falter - he realized that he was starting to get away from himself, and dropping a bit of information that might not be entirely appropriate at the current moment - but alas, it was a bit too late to change the topic, as Ochako blinked when he trailed off, and he winced when he saw her curious look.

"Midoriya? You okay?" She tilted her head, her smile fading slightly.

"Oh, yeah, I'm - I'm good," Izuku quickly nodded, gulping nervously, "it's just … well …"

"Is it something about your old school?" She asked him curiously, although when she saw him wince slightly, she quickly tried to backtrack. "Oh, uh - you don't need to tell me if you don't want to -"

"No, it's fine," Izuku shook his head, trying to fix a smile back on his face, although this time it came off a lot stiffer, "it's just … well, you'll probably find out about this anyway since you're working here now."

Leaning forward, Izuku tried to swallow his nerves, as Ochako tilted her head a bit and even Momo stole a small glance at him, as though unsure what was going on.

"The truth is," He licked his lips briefly, "I'm actually … well … I'm quirkless."

Ochako merely blinked in surprise at that, feeling herself straighten up slightly. Momo, who had been glancing up every so often from the table for the last few minutes, also looked around at him in shock for a moment. Izuku, for his part, merely gave the two of them a weak grimace as he fought to keep the awkward smile on his face.

"Yeah," He nodded, "no quirk. Everyone's a bit shocked to hear about it when I first tell them."

"O-oh, no, it's -" Ochako quickly tried to assure him, realizing that she had just stepped on a mine and feeling desperate to get their previously happy conversation going again - but before she could, Izuku's gaze flickered around to the bar, and he blinked.

"Oh - Ken's trying to get my attention." He realized, leaning forward slightly to get a better view of the bar, and winced when he saw how many people were surrounding it, "she's probably not able to bring our drinks out - I was wondering where she was. Hold on," He turned to flash the two girls a grin, "I'll go and grab them for you. Be right back."

With that, he got out of the booth a bit awkwardly, and before Ochako could try to think up an apology to him, Izuku began to walk over towards where the bar was.

Ochako, for a moment, merely stared after her new coworker for a moment, feeling regret begin to race through her. It was clear, even if Izuku had tried to downplay it, that talking about him being … quirkless wasn't something he did regularly, or enthusiastically. However, before she could begin to feel awful for making him feel bad, Momo reached over to pat her hand to get her attention, making her look around at her roommate as she gave her a small, shaky smile.

"We … should probably drop it for now," Momo advised her, glancing after Izuku's retreating back with a small frown, "it's clear that he doesn't want to talk about it, so … let's just not. We'll change the subject when he gets back."

Ochako stared at her roommate for a moment - and then she nodded, and let out a small sigh.

"Yeah …" She bit her lip, "… yeah. That … that sounds like a good idea."

"Alrighty then!" Nemuri happily clapped her hands together to get the chatting young adults to pay attention to her, the lights above the stage turning on fully to display the entire club as she stood up on the stage, "I know that you're all excited to eat some of the pizza that just arrived, but we still have a bit of cleanup to do in addition to introductions! So let's get busy so you can start eating, and Hizashi can give you the food! And Hizashi, if you touch that pizza, I'm going to rip off your stupid mustache."

"It's not stupid!" Hizashi protested, scowling at his senpai as she sent a wink his way.

Still, the small cheer that sounded out through the now empty club gave the workers all the motivation to get to work, grabbing the brooms to start sweeping and the mops to head up either up on the stage or near the bar to start clearing up all the clutter on the ground, as a few of the girls grabbed a few cloths from the kitchen to start wiping the tables. They worked surprisingly fast, Itsuka giving instructions near the bar as she grabbed her own clothe to head over to the bar to give it a wipe down, and near the back, Tsuyu quickly headed back to grab her makeup kit and put everything away, hoping to wipe up some of the counters before the two new girls could head back and see it for their tour.

The reason they were working so fast was pretty clear - not only did they have pizza waiting for them on the table Hizashi was sitting in, several boxes filled to the brim with fresh, hot food that was making everyone's relatively empty stomachs growl, but Ochako was standing awkwardly to the side near the booth she, Momo and Izuku had sat in for the entire night, giving them a sheepish wave. That meant that not only did they have their late dinner on the line, but they didn't want to keep the new girl waiting for introductions, so they immediately set off to work as quickly as they could.

On the other side of the club, meanwhile, Ochako and Momo exchanged glances as they watched Izuku returning with Nemuri after helping her step off the stage, walking towards them as the older woman smiled at them in greeting. The club owner, at least tonight, was dressed in a rather nice white dress shirt with a black corset around it, her long hair running down her back while wearing dark pants and leather boots rising up to just underneath her knees - a fairly stark contrast to how they had first met her last week, wearing a comfy sweater with her hair tied up.

"Ah, hello, you two," Nemuri patted Ochako's shoulder, smiling down at the two of them, "I didn't get a chance to swing by your seats while I was working, sorry about that." She then turned a smirk to where Izuku was standing slightly awkwardly off to the side. "I trust Mr. Midoriya here kept you ladies nice and entertained?"

"Y-yes, of course, ma'am," Momo quickly straightened up, nodding and glancing at Izuku as he stood back a bit, "he was a good host - we felt very comfortable."

"'Ma'am'?" Nemuri repeated, pretending to turn and look at Momo with a small glare while the heiress froze up. "Yet another reminder of my age. Goodness gracious."

"I - I'm -"

"She's just kidding, Yaoyorozu," Izuku gave her a weak smile while Ochako patted Momo's shoulder, smiling a bit at her roommate's look of shock, "Nemuri's actually got some of the toughest skin out of all of us. Y'know, unless you bring up Takeyama -"

"Izuku." Nemuri's playfully angry voice became a real angry voice, and Izuku immediately realized his mistake, shutting up at once and looking around innocently at his other coworkers as Nemuri turned to glare at him, pretending to look at Eijirou sweeping the floor as though it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world. Ochako was unable to stop herself from giggling slightly as Izuku let out a small whistle, trying to pretend that Nemuri wasn't glaring at him for his apparent slip up.

Thankfully, after he had returned to the table with their drinks after how awkwardly he had departed from it (and Ochako tried not to pay attention to how one of his hands was shaking as he put the drink down on the table), Ochako had taken Momo's advice and tried to change the subject, asking him about the kinds of lessons he had at school. And after that, they had spent the next hour chatting idly about their schools, with Momo occasionally speaking up to add to the conversation but otherwise attending to keep her eyes off the stage where Izuku's coworkers were dancing provocatively. The only time they had all looked up was when Kyouka had slipped a bit, and Izuku had been a bit worried when it looked like she was limping off stage, but luckily it only appeared that she twisted her ankle a bit, being forced to sit off to the side as everyone cleaned up and pouting down at her foot wrapped up with an ice pack, and continued to not look anywhere near where Momo was standing with her boss as she glanced at where the door was with a scowl.

Still though, Momo was at least comforted that everyone was now very much covered up, dressed in t-shirts and track pants so that she didn't have to die of awkwardness anymore. And now that Nemuri was here, it was clearly time to get started with the tour, with Izuku walking over to help wipe down the bar (stating that he felt he had to do at least something to help) and Himiko shot Ochako a teasing wink as they started to walk around.

"Now then," Nemuri clapped her hands together, gesturing around the lower floor as she smiled at Ochako, "as you probably know by now, this is our main stage that we do our dances on. It's normally just the one big stage and our seating, but occasionally, during special events like Pride in June, we have some contractors come in to build some mini-stages on the side, spread out the floor for bigger shows. And if you look over where Denki is going into that room with the plunger," She pointed helpfully at Denki as he begrudgingly walked inside, "that's the public washrooms."

"Okay," Ochako nodded, mentally noting down everything Nemuri was telling her as they walked up towards the bar, and Nemuri patted the hard wood and tried not to giggle when Itsuka immediately walked over to wipe up where her hand had been.

"This, of course, is the bar," She nodded, and then moved to push open a door to the side, letting Ochako and Momo poke their heads in to see a small kitchen set up, with an oven, countertop, open air fryer, and several knives and forks placed near the wall with lots and lots of bottles of alcohol, "and this is the kitchen - we'll occasionally put up menus for some customers to order some food. Don't worry if you think I'm going to expect you to cook anything - Hanta, one of our bartenders, is also a chef, so he takes care of that. And that door over there," She pointed towards a door near the other end of the kitchen, "leads out to the alley, where we keep the recycling and garbage bins. Ken can show you how to get in and out later."

"Okay …"

Closing the door, Nemuri then led the two of them back down into the club, walking around Setsuna and another girl with dark hair as they moved one of the tables to sweep underneath it, and Nemuri pulled open a curtain for the two girls to step through, letting Tsuyu hurry out first with her makeup kit before walking in and seeing a narrow hallway with several doors lining the brick wall, and at the end of the hall they made out a small room with a leather couch and two chairs, and on the other end of the hall, a small set of stairs leading to a large purple curtain.

"Up ahead is our lounge," She explained helpfully, "where we relax in between shows and rest when we can. The curtain up near the stairs is where the dancers go on stage, and the door near the end there is our changing room - the dancers do their makeup in there, and there's also showers in there for after shows, when they have to clean up. They're co-ed showers, by the way," Nemuri was sure to point out, seeing Ochako and Momo straighten up, "so if you do end up going in there, just be aware that a guy could come in as well to shower in the next stall."

"R-really?" Momo gulped a bit. "Why - well, why not have two showers, then?"

"Well, the club is only so big, Yaoyorozu," Nemuri giggled, "we only have so much room. And besides, we are in a strip club - if everyone here has seen each other wearing g-strings, they don't mind sharing showers. Trust me, everyone knows how to behave themselves."

Momo let out a hum at that, but at least she didn't protest, somewhat seeing the logic there. Nemuri smiled at her, and then pointed towards a door near them.

"And that," She nodded, "is our private room."

"Private room?" Ochako repeated, blinking a bit as she looked around at it. Nemuri, feeling their curiosities piqued, gave them a small smile as she pushed open the door, and both girls poked their heads in to see a small room with low lighting, a king sized bed resting in the center of the room and a mini fridge on the side with lots of bottles of water within, along with a counter and a few stools near it, along with a leather couch and chair.

"It's for when our dancers need a bit of private time," Nemuri explained, "they can come in here and relax on the bed, as long as they're sure to change the covers when they're done."

"Uh …" Ochako blinked, feeling a bit confused - wait, there was a lounge for relaxation and a private room for relaxation? But before she could ask, Nemuri was already moving towards the lounge, and both she and Momo quickly pushed their curiosity aside to follow her over as she pointed to another door, quickly opening and letting Momo and Ochako poke their heads in to see another hallway with five doors, three on the far wall, one on the other side in the middle, and then one on the opposite side of the hall.

"This," The club owner nodded, "is for our private customers who want to purchase a private dance. We have a bouncer come in, by the way, to keep things under control. The door on the other side of the hallway leads back out to the club, and the door on the other end of the hallway leads to the kitchen."

Closing the door, she then turned back towards where the hallway leading to the stage was, and came upon the last door. It was only here, however, that she paused, making both girls blink as she looked around at them, her smile fading somewhat as she looked at Ochako.

"Now then," She said in a lower voice, "this is the office I share with the co-owner. She's in there resting right now, but she wanted to meet you before we left to bring her home - she just got back from visiting family in America, so she's a bit jet lagged. Before I open this door, Uraraka, I just wanted to warn you …"

She leaned forward, talking in a quiet voice.

"… don't resist."

Ochako felt herself blink in confusion, but before she could ask what that was supposed to mean, Nemuri pushed the door open, gesturing for the two girls to walk inside. Sharing an uncertain glance with Momo, Ochako walked in, blinking at the nice looking office before them with a large desk and leather chair - but then their gaze fell to the dark corner near the desk, where they suddenly realized someone was sitting.

"Er … Star?" Nemuri said in a polite tone, closing the door behind them, "This is the new girl - Ochako Uraraka. I believe you wanted to meet with her before we headed home."

Behind the darkness of the desk, something shifted, and the two girls standing in the middle of the room blinked as they heard the sound of a deep but feminine voice grunt. And then, with a creak of one of the couches, someone began to stand up.

Ochako felt herself gulp nervously as the co-owner just … kept standing up, apparently. This woman, this behemoth of a human being, was easily a good foot taller than her, huge arms lined with muscle while wearing a tank top, and wearing a pair of jeans that were low enough, and the tank top high enough to show a small bit of her stomach - which, by the way, was also lined with muscle.

Her face stayed in shadow as she briefly stretched, but Ochako could feel a pair of blue eyes staring straight into her soul as she nervously stared back, almost ready to bolt -

- and then a pair of hands, both of them, by the way, as big as her face, suddenly reached out to cup Ochako's cheeks, making her squeak as her face was smushed and her glasses went lopsided.

"Oh, my god," The woman said blankly, and then leaned out of the shadows, showing a tough yet beautiful face, and a smile beginning to spread across it, "you're adorable."

"Mmshorry?" Ochako managed to get out.

"You're adorable!" The woman squealed, and quickly removed her hands from her face to grab her shoulders. Ochako yelped as she was lifted right up into the air by the woman, who Nemuri said was named Star, and the large woman gave her a wide smile as she gave her a once over, looking up and down Ochako while Momo took a nervous step back, unsure if her roommate was about to get seriously manhandled.

"Seriously, Nemuri, how do you always snag up the adorable ones?" She giggled. "She looks like a little teddy bear! No, wait - like a little Kirby."

"Eugh," Ochako grumbled a bit - that wasn't the first time she got that comparison.

"Cathleen," Nemuri let out a long, suffering sigh, "you just met Uraraka. Please don't manhandle her."

"Ah, sorry!" Cathleen giggled, and finally put Ochako back down on the floor again, with Momo looking confused as the woman twice their height finally let go of her roommate's shoulders and took a step back, giving a slightly droopy but friendly smile at the shaken Ochako. "But she's just so cute! Always gotta hand it to you for always finding the cute ones, Nemuri."

"Yes, yes, I'm the one who finds the dancers and the bouncers, and you're the one that finds the muscle, that I know," Nemuri shook her head, letting out her own giggle, before she moved around both Ochako and Momo to put her hand on her co-owner's shoulder, albeit having to reach up to touch it. "Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, this is Cathleen Bate. She's the co-owner and funder of our little club here - everything you see in this club was purchased by her. She's also the one who takes care of taxes and the such."

"I mean, it's the least I can do," Cathleen shrugged good-naturedly, raising her hand to pat the back of her head where her long blonde hair fell down her back, "Nemuri takes care of everything else, so I don't see the trouble in paying for anything we need."

"O-oh, I - I see," Ochako nodded slowly, raising her hands to gently massage her cheeks after having them smushed, and Cathleen let out a chuckle as she turned towards where Momo had backed up. The other young woman was clearly still nervous about being picked up and swung around next, but thankfully for her, Cathleen seemed to have calmed down.

"And I guess you're Yaoyorozu?" She asked, and when Momo stiffly nodded, Cathleen sank into a small bow, "It's very nice to meet you both - you guys can just call me Cathy, or Star."

"Er - y-yes, of course. Thank you for welcoming us into your club, Ms. Bate."

"…"

"… er … I mean … Cathy."

"Now then!" Nemuri happily clapped her hands together again, getting the three women's attention back on her as they looked around. "Since Cathy's still clearly loopy from her plane ride, it's about time I get her home. I just need to make sure to do our introductions before we head out."

"Awwwww …" Cathleen pouted, her broad shoulders slumping slightly, "… but I wanted to stay and party with everyone too …"

"Don't you remember who's gonna be swinging by tomorrow?" Nemuri patiently reminded her, patting her muscular arm thicker than Ochako's freaking leg (seriously, Ochako felt her jaw drop a bit, did this woman use freaking train cars as weights when she exercises?!). "I think we both know you'll be needing your rest so you can deal with that. And it's not like Hizashi will be staying behind either, he has to be in early at the radio station tomorrow morning. Let's let the kids have some fun without us older people trying to be cool and hip around them."

"Yeah, you're right …" Cathleen still looked disappointed, but at least she didn't offer any more resistance as she followed Nemuri out of the room, the club owner taking her hand and leading her out. Momo and Ochako stared after the two women uncertainly, watching as Cathleen swayed a bit and somewhat dragged her feet, indicating that she was pretty much on her last legs, and then, after a small glance at each other with Ochako shrugging in a 'I don't know either' kind of way, they followed them out of the office.

Once they were back out onto the main floor, both Ochako and Momo blinked as they saw the rest of the club gathering around the closet, putting the brooms and mops away, and then moving to sit down in the booths surrounding the bar - apparently, the temptation of food after work had pushed them to finish as soon as they could. As the guy named Hizashi waved to Nemuri as he grinned happily, Nemuri let go of Cathleen's hand so she could walk over to the door leading to the stairs, and hung back a bit so she could put her hand on Ochako's shoulder.

Ochako, for her part, squeaked as Nemuri suddenly pulled her along with her, and watched as the club owner raised her hand to her mouth.

"Alright, attention, everyone!" She called for everyone to look over at her. "I'm about to head out with Cathy and Hizashi. But before I do that, we have introductions to get through!"

Ochako felt herself go red as everyone looked around to stare at her interestingly, Momo hanging back a bit so Ochako could be the center of attention, but at least Himiko visibly brightening up from her spot behind the counter of the bar made her feel a bit better with everyone's eyes on her. That, and both Izuku and Itsuka were also smiling at her, nodding in encouragement, which at least assured her that they were alright with helping her out afterwards.

"So before you get this party started," Nemuri patted Ochako's shoulder again, "we need to get introductions out of the way. This is Ochako Uraraka - she'll be working the bartender position from tomorrow onwards. Ochako, I already sent you the schedule for the week, so you'll be officially starting with us tomorrow at noon. Now then … let's run through this fast!"

Quickly, Nemuri pointed over to the bar, where Itsuka and two other guys were, and Ochako found herself blinking.

"So these will be your coworkers behind the bar!" She laughed. "You've already met Itsuka, and beside her are Eijirou and Hanta - they're good boys, they'll take care of you. You already know Himiko, of course, and the old guy standing there is Hizashi - my former kohai back from high school. He takes care of DJing."

"Yep!" Hizashi flashed her a grin and thumbs up. "I'm the one who handles the sick beats!"

"You already know Izuku," Nemuri continued the introductions, and then turned towards where three girls were standing near one booth, one of them tinkering with what looked to be some kind of light fixture, "and those three over there are our stage and light designers - the girl with pink hair's Mei, the one with dark hair's Yui, and the one with silver hair's Reiko. They make sure our dancers get all the good lighting."

The three girls nodded politely at her (or at least, Yui and Reiko did, with Mei too occupied with fixing the light), and then Nemuri turned towards where three girls were sitting down, the one girl with violet hair and odd earlobes adjusting the ice pack on her ankle from twisting it onstage earlier.

"The girl sitting down is Kyouka, and beside her is Setsuna. And the one on the other side is Tsuyu, she handles our makeup and is one of our bouncers. Speaking of bouncers, the boys over there are Rikido and Tetsutetsu, and on their other side -" Nemuri pointed towards where a blue-haired girl was beaming excitedly at Ochako, "- is Nejire and Mirio, and beside them -" She then gestured towards a polite looking young man with white and red hair, and a burn mark on his right eye, sitting down with two other boys, "- is Shouto, and beside him is Denki and Mezo."

With that, Nemuri clapped her hands, and looked around.

"Did I miss anyone? Anyone not get introduced?"

"Nope!" The guy named Mirio called, "Think you got everyone, Nemuri."

"Alright!" Nemuri nodded, and then turned to gesture towards Momo, who quickly straightened up as everyone looked around at her. "This is also Ochako's friend, Momo. She wants to know that we won't be a corruptive influence on her roommate," She shot Momo a wink, who merely blushed in embarrassment, "so be sure to welcome her as well! I want a nice little evening for Ochako to get to know everyone, so Itsuka, make sure everyone behaves."

"Gotcha, Nemuri."

"Now then, I've got to head out to get Cathleen and Hizashi home, so we'll do our checkups quickly - Himi, you're in charge of locking up tonight, I left the key in the back up on the board. Kyouka, how's your ankle? Need to go to the hospital?"

"I'm fine," Kyouka grumbled, rubbing her ankle, "just hurts a bit. I'll be fine in the morning."

"Alright - but Izuku, Shouto, you see any swelling, you take her, even if she complains."

"Of course!" Izuku quickly saluted his boss, and Shouto nodded. With that confirmation, Nemuri clapped her hands together.

"Alright then," She slowly nodded to herself, "let's do this quick."

Both Ochako and Momo watched curiously as Nemuri straightened up, taking a deep breath - and then she twirled around and pointed straight at Izuku, looking around at Shouto and Kyouka as well.

"Izu! Shouto! Ky! How are you getting home tonight?"

"Izuku's got his car," Shouto nodded again, "and I've got mine. I'm giving Ky a ride home."

"Good!" She nodded, and then whirled around to Mirio and Nejire. "How about you two?"

"Got my car, Nemuri! We're all good."

"Good! Ken?"

"Got my bike, and Han's giving Set a ride home."

"Tetsu? Rikido? Yui? Reiko? Mei?"

"I'm takin' them all!" Tetsutetsu punched his fists together.

"Eijirou?"

"I'm gettin' a ride once Katsuki gets here - probably gonna have to leave soon, though, he doesn't like being out late. Hurts his sleep schedule, y'know?"

"Good boy! Now then," Nemuri glanced around at where Ochako and Momo were standing, "how about you two? How are you getting home tonight?"

"Oh, uh …" Ochako paused, feeling herself go a bit red now that the attention was back on her, "we were … gonna wait for a taxi."

There was a pause in which Nemuri froze a bit, looking around at them with raised eyebrows - which was enough to make Ochako and Momo realize that they just made a mistake - but before the club owner could open her mouth, Itsuka quickly cleared her throat.

"Uh - in that case," She raised her hand, "I can wait with them and make sure their ride gets there, Nemuri. No need to make you drop Star off and come back and wait with them, and I don't come in until twelve tomorrow - me and Uraraka are gonna be working together, so the least I can do is make sure she gets home safely."

"A-and I can too," Izuku quickly volunteered as well, raising his hand as everyone looked around at him, "I'm probably gonna have to give Himiko a ride home anyway, I can stay behind in case they need rides home."

"Oh, you two," Nemuri pretended to wipe a tear from her eye, "so earnest. You get to be employees of the month, both of you."

"Unfair!" Setsuna playfully protested. "I do backflips on stage and Izuku gets employee of the month because he's nice?! This is discrimination, Nemuri."

"Alright, alright, take it up with our HR," Nemuri waved her hand in the air, prompting a few laughs from the group, "in any case, I should get out of here. Let's be sure to let our new girls get some food before you go and devour it all, I know you put in a lot of hard work tonight but we need to remember our manners!"

"I think she's talking to you, bro," Eijirou reached over the bar to teasingly hit Denki's shoulder while the blonde boy pouted.

"Now then," Nemuri clapped her hands together again, "that's it from me, so I'm going home. Please bring our new girls in with a bang, and don't make too big a mess! I'll see a few of you tomorrow, and the rest of you Monday night."

There was a small collective cheer from the group as the three adults - or, more accurately, the three older adults in the room - began making their way towards the stairs that would lead up to the street, waving goodbye to the younger employees as they went. As Cathleen stumbled her way into the stairwell, Nemuri closed the door behind her, letting the club fall into silence for a moment -

- and then Himiko let out an even louder cheer, making the few people around her jump a bit as she hopped up and down.

"Okay!" She imitated Nemuri by clapping her hands happily together. "Time to party! Ken, go get the drinks!"

"Drinks? Itsuka raised her eyebrow, leaning forward on the counter. "And when you say drinks, you're talking about …?"

"Beer! Wine! Alcohol!"

"No, no, and no." Itsuka shot her down at once, the blonde girl whipping around to stare in shock and a bit of scandalization at her kohai denying her. "We've got people coming here tomorrow, Himiko, and I don't want to be here until one in the morning cleaning the place up again, I actually want to try getting a full night's rest. So unless it's water, juice or pop, get outta my face."

"Party pooper! Ochako wants wine!"

"I … do?" Ochako blinked, and felt herself go red at a few glances at her, with a few of the dancers giggling amongst themselves.

"Don't let her pressure you," One guy near the side, who she remembered was named Mezo, said in a deep yet soft voice, "Himiko likes to try pushing Ken into letting chaos reign. That's probably why Nemuri puts Ken in charge of us when she's not there, she's the only one who knows how to put her foot down."

"Damn right I do," Itsuka huffed with a smirk, causing the group to chuckle again.

"Aw, c'mon, Ken," Setsuna giggled from her own spot in the booth, leaning back as she fixed her hair into a ponytail, "I'm with Himi, let's have a bit of fun tonight - why can't we spike our drinks with a little happy juice?"

"Because a 'little' happy juice tends to be a lot of happy juice." Itsuka raised her eyebrow. "Besides, who's gonna drive you home if we all get wasted? It won't be me, that's for sure, I'm not interested in driving everyone back and forth."

"Nah, Ken's right!" Eijirou pumped his fist with a grin. "We don't need alcohol to have a good time! Besides, I'm more hungry for pizza!"

"Hm," Shouto looked over at the boxes with a raised and intrigued eyebrow, "pizza, huh …?"

"Yep," Itsuka nodded with a smile, "I double checked, everyone's favorites are here - pepperoni, bacon, mushroom, olives, the works."

"Huh."

"And if you try to go to the back and heat up noodles to put on your slices again," Itsuka's smile stiffened, and Ochako blinked as most of the club turned to aim pointed glares at Shouto, "I am going to put you in the dumpster and lock it until tomorrow when I get back."

"… I think I'll wait until I get home to eat."

"Oh, my fucking god," Kyouka groaned as she gave her roommate an unamused look, continuing to rub her twisted ankle, "accept the free food, you dumbass, you can have soba literally any other day of the week."

"Soba's good," Shouto shrugged, "it's not my fault nobody else agrees with me."

"We all think noodles are good! But not when you have it every day! Eat something else!"

With Shouto shaking his head as though he didn't believe her, the party, as Nemuri had called it, officially began as everyone began lining up near the bar to grab themselves something to eat. Itsuka, as the one in charge, had everyone wait so that Ochako and Momo could get their own first pickings, both girls smiling awkwardly at her as they picked out their food, and the bartender asked Kyouka to play them some music, the girl with the sprained ankle plugging her earphone jack into her phone to play some beats to fill the room.

And then, once the two girls sat down at the booth on the side (with Momo awkwardly glancing away from where Kyouka was sitting while the purple haired girl did the same), everyone grabbed their own food before coming over to Ochako to formally introduce themselves. Thankfully, everyone mostly kept around the bar area, not wanting to spread out and cause a bigger mess as they ate their pizza on napkins and styrofoam plates that Itsuka had grabbed from the back, so that meant that Ochako could keep looking around and trying to memorize their faces.

They all seemed to be pretty nice - the first two to walk over and introduce themselves to her were Mirio and Nejire, two people who looked a bit older than her but were still friendly, with Mirio, being much bigger than both her and Momo but still having a bright smile giving them a quick introduction with a lame joke that made Ochako awkwardly laugh ("Stiff laugh!" Mirio had cheered. "Still a win for me!"). And then there was Nejire, who had made Ochako blush a bit at how beautiful she was with her round face and short blue hair, and giggled over Ochako's nervousness before beginning to ask her several questions ("Where did you move from? Where do you live? Are you a student? Can I try on your glasses and see if I look cool?") before Mirio had dragged her away to grab some more food.

And then had come Denki, who introduced himself with an awkward flirt that had made Setsuna swat him upside the head, and then Setsuna introduced herself, and then Hanta, and then Eijirou, and then Tetsutetsu, and then Tsuyu, and then more and more people that eventually ended with Ochako struggling to remember all of their names. Thankfully, though, a few familiar faces eventually came around to their table, with Ochako feeling a bit relieved as Izuku, Himiko, Itsuka and the guy who she remembered was named Shouto took their seats in hers and Momo's booths as everyone else stood around them, chatting and laughing.

"So, uh, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu," Izuku gestured to Shouto as he sat down beside him, "this is Shouto Todoroki - he's my best friend, and my roommate. He's been working here for … uh …"

"Seven months," Shouto took over the introduction, reaching out and shaking Ochako's hand before moving to shake Momo's, "I had a bit of free time, so I thought I'd come by and help out. And soon enough, I found myself stripping."

"Er …" Momo found herself pausing, a bit of sweat forming on her forehead, but Itsuka patted her hand and drew her attention, making the heiress turn to see her smiling at her.

"It's … a bit complicated," She explained in a soft voice, "but in any case, Shouto's an absolute sweetheart. A little odd, but - y'know, a sweetheart."

"Is … is that so?"

"That is so," Itsuka giggled, sipping on her water before raising one arm to stretch, "anyway, how's your night been, Yaoyorozu? Has everyone been treating you well?"

"Y-yes, everything's been quite fine," Momo quickly confirmed, giving the bartender a shaky smile as she sipped on her water, "I'm … well, I'm not going to lie and say that I feel entirely comfortable here -"

"Mm-hm."

"- but everyone seems nice," She admitted, smiling gently, "and if Ochako has you around to take care of her, then … I suppose …"

"I'm glad," Itsuka smiled warmly at her, and then turned back to the table to join back in on the conversation. Momo, for her part, felt herself blink as well as she turned back to where everyone was talking, and quickly tried to refocus on the conversation at hand.

"… s-so," Ochako stuttered a bit, her face turning red as she looked around at Himiko in absolute shock, "this place does that kind of thing?"

"Yep!" Himiko confirmed with a giggle, looking quite happy with how embarrassed Ochako was looking while Izuku scratched the back of his head, his own cheeks turning scarlet. "Only if they have enough money, and Cathleen does a check on them beforehand. But yeah, if it's safe to do so, those three rooms between the back and the kitchen - if people want to pay us to have sex with them, we do it there."

Momo, who had been raising a glass of water that Itsuka had brought over to her lips to take a sip, quickly choked as she realized what they were talking about. Itsuka winced as she realized how much this was going to suddenly suck, and quickly turned to began patting Momo's back as the heiress began coughing, and everyone at the table turned to look as Momo attempted to clear her airway.

"You - *cough* - you what?!" She managed to wheeze out, quickly looking back up at Himiko in shock and a bit of horror.

"Ah, right, I almost forgot you weren't as cool with all of this," Himiko shrugged, giggling slightly when Ochako elbowed her in the side with an annoyed look, "well, no use hiding it, Yaoyorozu, you'll find out eventually - we have bordello rooms. I'm surprised Nemuri didn't go into detail about it on your tour."

"I - there are what?!"

"Yep! There's three," Himiko continued to toss gasoline on the open fire, unable to stop herself from giggling at how scandalized Momo was starting to look and how Itsuka was now holding a hand over her face, while Ochako went redder and redder and Izuku held his face in his hands, "one for three people or more if they wanted. And sometimes, we even use all three at once! Take Set over there for example - she's one of the girls who does the bordello rooms with me. And one time, she actually used her quirk to split herself into three pieces - her head, her chest, and her lower body - and she took three guys into the separate rooms at the same time and mmph!"

Himiko's naughty words, however, were thankfully interrupted by Itsuka reaching over across the table, growing her hand out with her quirk, and wrapping it around her head. The four others sitting at the table blinked as Itsuka let out a small sigh, and then quickly shook her arm with her hand still wrapped around Himiko's head, all of them hearing Himiko letting out several squeaks and grunts as Itsuka punished her briefly before letting go of her head at last, shrinking her hand back down and showing Himiko's already wild hair sticking up all over the place while she swayed in her seat, dizzy.

"Okay, now that we've got her calmed down," Itsuka sighed again, adn then turned back to the still clearly horrified Momo, "yes, there are bordello rooms here. Sometimes, if the right person pays enough, yes, they can have sex with some of our dancers. We don't all do it, though - bartenders are banned from even going near those rooms, and we don't wanna do it anyway. So Uraraka," She turned over to where Ochako was sitting across from her, "you aren't expected to have sex with any of our customers."

"Uh …" Ochako slowly nodded, still looking a bit unsure, "… okay? Uh - yeah, okay."

"Right. And - and none of the dancers are expected to, either - it's entirely up to them. I know that only a few of them get requests, and it's like - two or three of the same people every so often."

Ochako still looked a bit uncertain about that, but she still glanced over at Himiko as she somewhat managed to get herself out of her dizziness, throwing a pout at Itsuka as she began smoothing back down her hair.

"Himi," Ochako softly said, her voice becoming concerned, "are you saying that you … you have to -"

"Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm gonna stop you before you get too cry-ey on me," Himiko suddenly interrupted her, giggling a bit at the pout on Ochako's face, "I don't have to do anything. I sleep with any paying customers because I want to. Hell, I had be the one to persuade Nemuri to let me do the bordello rooms, because she was flat out refusing to let me do anything!"

"That," Itsuka shrugged, "and unlike other clubs that might do this kind of thing, we make sure that the people we're bringing to the back know what they're signing on for. You two've met Cathleen - she's the one who meets with the people who wanna pay for the dancers, and makes it pretty freaking clear that they're not supposed to touch anything they're not supposed to. That, and we do put some of the bouncers outside the room, so if something does happen and the dancers need help, one shout will get the customer an ass kicking and a boot out the door."

"Okay …" Ochako nodded again, hesitating for a moment before glancing around, "… so, uh … who exactly … does the bordello room?"

"Well," Himiko smiled like a cat, "there's me, like I said, and then there's Set. We're usually the two who always do it - I can just take some blood from the others in case they want to get into fantasizing, and I'll head back and turn into them, and Set just likes doing it to the weak ones - or, y'know, that's what she calls them. Then there's Nej who'll occasionally go back there … Denki's gone once or twice … and then there's Izu here."

Ochako found herself blinking at that, looking quickly around as Izuku went a bit red, but he still gave them all a sheepish nod, scratching the back of his head.

"Uh … well, yeah," He let out an awkward chuckle, "I occasionally go back there. But it's … uh … well, it's usually just for the one customer."

"Is - is that so?" Momo bit her lip a bit.

"Yeah. Usually just the one, and … well …" Izuku hesitated for a moment, and then he shook his head and smiled a bit, "… and it's mostly because the first time I went back there, I got carried away."

"Oh, boy, here we go," Himiko giggled, sipping on her juice while Ochako leaned forward a bit curiously, Itsuka leaned back and was simply content with listening to the story again, and Momo tried her best not to look too interested in what he had to say, much to her conflict, while Shouto simply ate his food.

"Well, it was a - I was the one who messed up, to be clear," Izuku let out a sheepish chuckle, "the girl was there looking for someone to be with her for the night - like Himiko said before, we make sure there's a formal interview with Cathleen to make sure there isn't anyone trying to sneak in and hurt the dancers. She was smaller than a lot of us, like - only five foot one or something, not a lot taller than Tsuyu."

Ochako, the resident five foot one and a half, tried not to look too inconspicuous.

"But yeah, this smaller girl with blonde hair and a mutant quirk, looking like she was gonna cry when she came up to the boss, and she just … she saw me up on stage and asked Cathleen if I was available."

The group slowly nodded, Ochako feeling her cheeks go a bit red.

"So anyway, I get into the bordello room and she comes in, and she looks really nervous, almost as nervous as I was because it was my first time doing this kind of thing. I try to go slow at first, ready to stop if she gets too uncomfortable - and then she just up and kisses me," Izuku shook his head as his own cheeks went a bit red, "and admits that it was her first one. And I just …"

"Just so you two ladies know," Himiko smirked, "those of us who are sent to entertain in the bordello room have one simple rule - try not to make the customers too attached. Just so they don't get clingy and cause potential trouble down the road. And Izuku here forgot about that one rule."

"Yeeeep," Izuku grimaced slightly, although he didn't show too much regret, "I just … heard about how lonely she was when she explained herself, and I just … you know, forgot about the rule and did whatever I could to make her feel better. So I just kinda … made love to her."

Himiko snorted.

"Yeah, yeah, you like to make fun of me when I put it like that, but that's what happened!" Izuku laughed a bit, reaching around to give Himiko a small shove in her seat while Shouto merely sipped on his drink. "I just laid her down and made her feel good."

"And then the next time she came," Himiko smirked at the innuendo, and sent a teasing look towards Izuku, "that was when he rocked her little five foot world and fucked her brains out. She's been a repeat customer ever since."

"A-ah," Ochako gulped a bit, nodding a bit before turning back to her water and bringing it to her lips to take a sip. For some reason, glancing over at Izuku as he blushed a bit and gave Himiko another small push caused her cheeks to turn a bit red as she glanced back down at the table, only dimly aware of Momo blushing so much her face looked like a tomato while Itsuka patted her shoulder.

For some reason … the thought of the nice, sweet guy sitting at the same table as her apparently 'fucking some girl's brains out' couldn't help but … well, honestly, it just seemed kind of implausible to Ochako. Wincing slightly at that mean thought, Ochako shook her head - she didn't want to sound like a jerk, of course, but Izuku looked like he couldn't even hurt a fly, let alone treat a girl roughly. Honestly, for a moment, Ochako wondered if Himiko was somehow pulling her leg.

But … well … the thought of Izuku bending someone over on a bed, pushing himself against them and holding them down … it didn't seem too … unappealing.

Before she could figure out what that thought was supposed to mean, her eyes widening behind her glasses and her cheeks going redder, Himiko let out a small yawn as she stretched her arms above her head, getting the small group's attention.

"Okaaaaay … I think it's almost time to wrap it up," She giggled again, putting down her arms and patting them against the table as she looked around. "Ken, do you know where the key is?"

"Yeah, it should be at the back - Nemuri probably left it on the hook outside her office."

"Kewlio! In that case, I'll just go and grab that. Izu, you wanna come get your coat with me? You left it here last week, I found it while we were cleaning."

"I did?" Izuku blinked, but then, as Himiko turned to give him a pointed look, he quickly corrected himself, clearing his throat. "Oh, uh - y-yeah, right. You're right, w-while I"m thinking about it, I'll make sure I don't - uh - leave it behind again."

With that, the two awkwardly slid their way out of the booth, Himiko first and Izuku after her, and together, they began making their way through the club to head over towards where the curtain to the back was. Ochako watched them leave for a moment, feeling herself blink - there was something weird about that, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why her best friend's behavior seemed off to her.

Feeling her brow wrinkle, she turned to ask Itsuka what she thought that was, only to see Itsuka staring after them as well, an unreadable look on her face, before she sighed and raised her own drink to her mouth to finish it off. Putting the cup down on the table, she turned to give Ochako a slightly stiff smile.

"Well, looks like Himiko's gonna be closing up soon," She shrugged, and reached out for Ochako's cup, "I can take your stuff and wash them in the back, Uraraka - and we probably should head out anyway, you and I have to be in for noon tomorrow for boot camp."

"O-oh," Ochako quickly nodded, feeling herself gulp a bit as Itsuka scooted herself out of the booth, Momo also looking around at her slightly in surprise, "right, uh - t-thanks, Kendou."

Shouto merely watched the two of them silently, before glancing back over at where Izuku vanished behind the curtain with a small frown.

Izuku didn't know what Himiko was actually up to. But he had his suspicions.

Following her through the curtain to the back, Izuku felt himself gulp a bit as his senpai led him down the hallway towards Nemuri's office. He could feel his cheeks start to turn a bit red as he watched HImiko from behind - she wasn't doing anything very provocative, but she was wearing a nice thin shirt with a short skirt, so it wasn't hard to let his eyes wander. And Himiko was … well …

… okay, his senpai was many things, but subtle she was not. Evidenced by the fact that, if he looked closely, he wasn't able to see the straps or underline of a bra under her thin shirt. And she was asking him to come to the back with her.

That … could only really mean one thing.

"Aha! There you are," Himiko giggled as she reached the now closed office, spotting the keys left on the board beside it, and quickly snatched them off the hook. Smirking, she turned to show Izuku the keys in her hand, and he nodded a bit dumbly.

"Uh … yeah," He shrugged, "those are the keys."

"That they definitely are," Himiko's smirk widened a bit, putting them in her pocket as Izuku tapped one foot against the wall absently, "thank you so much for coming back to get them with me, Izu - you know how frightened I get when I have to come back here on my own."

Izuku found it hard to resist snorting at that - 'Himiko' and 'frightened' in the same sentence, yeah, right.

"You're … very welcome, Himiko."

Himiko nodded a bit, and leaned against the wall while looking up at him. Taking the hint, Izuku moved to stand beside her against the wall, glancing down at her with a slightly red face.

"So," She folded her hands together against her stomach, "have fun tonight with Chako?"

"Chako?" Izuku blinked, momentarily confused before he realized who she was talking about. "Oh, you - you mean Uraraka?"

"Yes, Izu," She dryly said, "I mean Uraraka. I hope you've been treating her good tonight."

"I - yeah, I have," He quickly nodded, feeling his face turn a bit red again but still giving her a smile, "she's a lot of fun to talk to. I didn't know that you two knew each other, though."

"Yep! Grew up in Mie with her, and we actually lived together for a bit," Himiko raised one hand to her cheek, smiling nostalgically, "she's my bestest friend in the world. Kinda thought it was weird that she never wanted me to come visit her last year, but it turns out that she was living here the whole time! Wanted to surprise me."

"T-that right?" Izuku felt himself smile a bit at that.

"Mm-hm. And gosh, she's gotten so pretty!" She raised one hand to shake his shoulder, smiling happily. "Like, and no offense to her, but she had absolutely no fashion sense back when I lived with her - all dumb t-shirts and leggings. Now she's wearing cool clothes! And those glasses are so adorable! I feel like I can be seen in public with her now."

"H-hey -"

"I'm kidding," She shook her head, smiling at the offended-on-Ochako's-behalf look on Izuku's face (which was funny, considering he was wearing one of his 'sheets' shirts at the current moment, since he had taken off his sweater earlier while cleaning up), and leaned over to put her head down on his shoulder, "but seriously, Izu … thanks for looking out for her tonight. And keeping her company. I know you did it for Nemuri, but I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," Izuku smiled, leaning down slightly to press his jaw against the top of her head -

- and that was when he suddenly became aware of a hand on his hip.

Feeling himself jump slightly, Izuku quickly looked down, and saw Himiko's hand slowly begin to grip his side, digging her fingers into his waist. Feeling himself go still, Izuku gulped, and glanced back around at Himiko as she nuzzled into his shoulder, letting out a small hum, before she began to slowly turn, coming off the wall. Izuku could only watch, feeling heat begin to return to his cheeks, as Himiko slowly turned herself so she could press herself against his front - and then pushed him back, shoving him a bit firmer against the wall.

"And if it's not too much trouble," She said in a quiet, yet seductive voice, "I was wondering if you could help little old me too."

"Uh …" Izuku licked his lips absently, feeling himself begin to shake, "… w-what do you need?"

"I was wondering if I could … get a little … drink."

Izuku felt himself grow still at that, blinking and looking down at Himiko. There were several ways he could take that, but he knew what she meant. Slowly, Himiko brought her head up from his shoulder, and Izuku looked into her eyes -

- and saw the hunger there.

Yep, just as he thought. She was thirsty.

"Oh," Izuku said a bit dumbly as he was pressed a bit firmer against the wall near the board - Himiko was pretty much leaning on him, her chest pressing against his, and Izuku gulped as she tucked her face into the crook of his neck. But it wasn't as though he were pushing her away - instead, his arm slowly wrapped around her waist, and drew her even closer to him as her own arms slowly wrapped themselves around his waist, squeezing and making him shake.

"Are you, uh …" He muttered, licking his lips absently, "… does this mean you're out of bags at home?"

"No," Himiko mused, and Izuku shuddered as her mouth suddenly pressed against his neck, "no, I'm not, Izu … but I think we both know that there isn't anything that can compare to feeding directly from the source."

He let out a small breath, and his hand rested against the back of her head. He waited for her to pull down his shirt, bringing it down to expose the point where his shoulder met his neck so that she could sink her fangs in - but the pain never came.

Instead, he let out a small gasp as she pressed a light kiss against his neck, and she giggled mischievously.

"Oh, c'mon, Izuku," She shook her head, "everyone's waiting for us. And Ken totally knows what we'd do back here, we don't need her busting our chops."

"U-uh -" Izuku stuttered, feeling slightly disappointed.

"So that's why," She leaned up on her tippie-toes to speak directly into his ear, making Izuku shake as she flicked the lobe of his ear lightly with her tongue, "we're gonna be closing early tonight. And I do believe that you said you were gonna give me a ride home."

"Uh …" Izuku found himself slowly begin to shake, not out of nervousness, but excitement as he felt more than a little turned on by her words spoken directly in his ear, and only barely managing to keep himself under control. "… I … don't think I can wait until I get you home."

Himiko giggled, and nibbled on his earlobe again, getting another tortured groan from him.

"I can't either."

With that, she spun her way off of Izuku, making him sputter at the feeling of her hot mouth leaving his ear, and skipped happily down the hall. Still slumped against the wall, Izuku stared after her in shock and frustrated arousal for a second, glancing down at the tent he sporting in his pants, and let out a small groan as he glanced around and quickly turned so he could at least unbutton his jeans and fix it so that no one would see the obvious boner he had.

It'd be a bit awkward to walk around with for a bit, of course, but … well, Izuku blushed, he had a feeling his pants would be coming off in the next few minutes anyway.

Thankfully, once he got back out to the club, it seemed like everyone was already getting ready to leave - Eijirou was picking up a pizza box to bring home with him to share with Katsuki, while Itsuka carried the other empty ones over to the recycling bin, putting them inside and leaving a small note for Nemuri that she would put them in the recycling bin when she came in tomorrow, since the back was already locked. With everyone grabbing their coats and heading towards the exit, Mirio, who had been helping Nejire into her own coat, glanced over at Izuku as he approached the bar while Himiko walked over to one of the couches, and blinked.

"Hey, you heading home soon, Izuku?" He called over to his kohai, and Izuku jumped a bit, hoping that the low lighting of the club as Himiko turned down the lights hid his blush from one of his senpais.

"Oh, uh - not yet," He quickly clarified, deciding to tell a half-truth, "like I said before, I'm gonna give Himi a ride home so she doesn't have to wait for a taxi, so I'm gonna wait behind for her to finish locking up."

"Sounds good!" Mirio flashed him a thumbs up, and with Nejire, they both began making their way up the stairs, Nejire waving bye to him. Izuku waved back while everyone left, with Ochako and Momo raising their phones to their ears to call the taxi company to pick them up, and everyone followed them out.

He hoped his smile didn't look very stiff as Itsuka left last, turning to give him a look that, combined with her raised eyebrow, made it clear that she knew why he was staying behind, but thankfully she didn't stay behind to flash him any judgmental looks as she turned to start making her way up the stairs, and the doors to the stairs closed behind her -

- and then the lights above him changed to a low red.

Izuku blinked up at them for a moment in surprise, but before he could ask, he heard the crinkling of leather as Himiko sat down in one of the booths. Feeling himself straighten up and blush a bit, Izuku glanced around to see Himiko making herself comfy on one of the couches, leaning back and crossing her legs as she smirked up at Izuku, with a white cloth on the table as she reached over and patted the seat right beside her.

"C'mere," She instructed him.

Izuku let out a small sigh as he shuffled over without question, grunting as he took a seat back in the booth. Once he was settled back, Himiko extended her arm, wrapping it around his shoulders and letting him gulp a bit as she leaned in, and she let out a giggle as she glanced up and saw his blushing face, evident even in the low red light of the club.

"Aw," She cooed, using her other hand to stroke his cheek and feeling how warm it was, "two years of us doing this together, and you still get nervous. I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted."

"F-flattered," Izuku glanced at her, grinning bashfully, "definitely flattered. It's just ... well, I always get nervous when you wanna ..."

"Feed from the source?"

Izuku stiffly nodded - and then gasped as Himiko leaned in to press a kiss against his neck.

"Don't worry," She mumbled against his skin, her leg moving to spread across his, "I'm always gentle with you, Izu. I just want a little nibble ..."

Izuku let out a small grunt as Himiko's leg moved over his own, and his hands moved to her waist out of instinct, as they had always done. She swiftly moved to straddle his lap as she locked her feet behind his back, embracing him as her head poked out from his neck to give him a seductive grin, and Izuku let out a small shudder, already entranced by his senpai as she licked her lips, as moved her face towards his neck again. Izuku's breath hitched as her lips passed by his, tempted for a moment to lean in and let them meet, but still let her move lower to latch onto his neck.

Letting out a small groan of approval, Izuku's hand moved to the back of her head again, holding her there as she began kissing and licking his neck, the leather couch they were resting on making noises as Izuku gently moved Himiko's hips in his lap, allowing her to grind a bit. Himiko felt her panties getting wetter by the second, as they always did when she fed on Izuku - the feeling of his hands holding her drove her wild with lust, and the fact that Izuku was so alright with letting her feed from him made her heart beat wildly as Izuku slowly began to lower them so he could lay down on the couch with her on top.

Laying on top of him now, Himiko shivered at Izuku's moans as she continued licking and smooching his neck, leaving her red lipstick smudged on his skin. She knew that she could've fed from his arm, or just immediately bit him and began sucking, but they both enjoyed this intimacy between each other. She tried to resist the urge to reach under her skirt and rub herself as she continued kissing his neck, wanting to get feeding time out of the way first before anything else. Izuku, meanwhile, moved one hand up to grip the back of the couch to brace himself, and the other hand ran up and down her back.

Finally, Himiko ran out of patience, and her fangs sank into the flesh of his shoulder. Izuku let out a gasp of pain and pleasure as his hips jolted into hers, Himiko purring as she felt his hardness grind against her own crotch, and began to suck his blood, greedily feasting on her kohai as his hand clenched on her back.

Izuku's hand gripped the cough tightly as Himiko's teeth sank deeper into his shoulder, the sound of her muffled grunts filling the booth as she fed from him. Izuku's other hand, meanwhile, gripped the back of her t-shirt tightly as she laid on top of him, her arms unable to support her weight as she sucked his blood into her mouth, the sound of muffled whimpers and groans filling Izuku's ears. The hand he had on the couch then moved to the back of Himiko's head, smoothing her hair back as her buns began slowly becoming undone, whether that have been from Itsuka shaking her earlier or something else he had no idea as her soft curls filled his fingers.

Finally, the feeling of Himiko's fangs biting into his shoulder lessened, and her mouth slowly came off of him, inspecting the bite mark she left behind. Izuku panted in both pain and arousal as Himiko moved back, sitting on top of him and slowly raising her hand to wipe some of the blood away from her lips, her yellow eyes almost glowing in the dark lights of the club while her tongue came out to lick her lips, and Izuku's hand automatically scooped up the towel on the table and pressed them to his shoulder, trying to stop the blood from dripping onto the leather seat as Himiko likewise helped put some pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.

Once they were sure that no blood would drip onto the couch, Himiko let out a blissful sigh, and dipped down. Izuku tensed as her mouth pressed against his neck, but instead of biting him again, she merely gave him a small kiss as she laid on top of him again, this time slowly dragging her hips against where he had raised his leg from the bite. Izuku felt himself tense as something wet pressed into his pant leg, and he let out a shuddering moan as she flicked her tongue against his throat, and moved slowly around his head as she kissed more and more of his neck.

"Such a good kohai," She muttered, "letting me be so greedy."

Izuku grunted as she ground herself against his leg again, and his hand on her shirt clenched again as he bit his lip, and found himself stiffening as Himiko's hands crawled along his stomach.

"I did say last week that we needed to make sure your skills were sharp, right ...?" Himiko giggled, "And I've got the keys, so we have all the time in the world ..."

Izuku felt himself going still. He knew an invitation when he saw one. And Himiko had been right ... it had been a while.

With a grunt, he sat up, keeping Himiko in his lap. Her head came out from where it had been buried in his neck, and for a moment, his green eyes stared into her yellow ones, the dark red light above them causing Izuku to shiver from the suddenly intense atmosphere.

"Get yourself cleaned up," Himiko ordered him, glancing down at the bite mark on his shoulder as the towel slightly fell, "so we can get blood pumping in the right direction. And no need to bring your shirt along."

"Okay," Itsuka let out a sigh as they leaned back against the wall, glancing up at the storm clouds gathering above them with an air of anxiety, "that definitely doesn't look good."

Ochako let out a small hum as she nodded, feeling herself frown as she pressed the phone a bit harder against her ear, praying that she got someone soon. Glancing back up at the skies, she shivered again - the occasional flickers of lightning and the chilly wind on their backs was all they needed to know that a pretty bad storm was beginning to roll in - and both Ochako and Momo were probably screwed as they had to wait for a taxi to arrive, and odds were that the storm was going to reach them before any car did.

Everyone else had already left their small group behind, making their way to the parking lot to get in their cars and go home, leaving the two roommate, Itsuka and the girl named Kyouka standing near the wall close to the parking lot, the violet-haired girl and Momo pointedly looking away from each other for some reason as the shorter girl waiting for Shouto to go get in his car and pick her up, not wanting to strain her ankle anymore than it already was. Slowly, the three of them looked over at Ochako as she paced slightly, praying that someone picked up soon.

Their prayers went unanswered, however, as Ochako let out a small grumble of disappointment and lowered the phone from her ear.

"Just the answering machine," She groaned, shaking her head, "can't get anyone."

"Okay," Itsuka bit her lip slightly in worry as she glanced back up at the sky - it was clear that she wasn't going to leave the two girls until they were on their way home, which made both Ochako and Momo worry about how long this was going to take - "so, uh … well, everyone's already almost gone, so - uh - is there another taxi company you could call?"

"I tried," Ochako nodded while pursing her lips, "but they said it would take an hour to send someone out. Which is …"

"Not preferred," The orange-haired young woman finished for her, flipping her ponytail behind her shoulder as Ochako moved to put her phone back in her purse -

- and then she blinked behind her glasses as she realized it wasn't there.

Feeling her eyes widen, Ochako quickly looked back down and saw that, indeed, her purse was nowhere to be seen. Sputtering for a second, Ochako quickly looked around, the other three girls glancing at her in concern as they saw her briefly flail in panic - and then she stopped, and let out another defeated groan.

"Oh, man," She slapped her hand against her forehead, "I forgot my purse back at the club."

"Oh," Itsuka blinked, looking down the street at where the club would be - they were a bit of a ways away, about five minutes down the road by foot, which meant that it would take Ochako a bit of a while to get back if she ran and tried to find her purse. So that meant …

Taking a moment to think, Itsuka let out a small breath and nodded to herself, considering who she knew was back at the club, and nodded.

"Okay," She said out loud, turning around to where Ochako was looking back at her, "how about this, Uraraka? If you go back to the club for your purse, I know that Himiko's still cleaning up - she always takes a while to get out of there and lock up, and Izuku stayed back to give her a ride. He's super nice, so I bet if you ask, he'd be more than happy to drive you home."

"O-oh, are - are you sure?" Ochako gulped a bit nervously, not too big a fan of asking someone she had just met for a ride, "I don't -"

"Seriously," Itsuka gave her a grin, "it'll be cool. Hell, you'd probably have a harder time convincing him not to give you a ride home."

"Er - but -" Momo hesitated for a moment, glancing around the empty street - or so she thought it was, but her slight fear told her it wasn't - but Itsuka patted her shoulder to draw her attention.

"As for you, Yaoyorozu," She gave her a small thumbs up, "it's entirely up to you - you can go back with Uraraka if you want, but if you want to get home soon and avoid the storm, I can always give you a ride. It'll be a lot quicker than waiting for a taxi to come pick you up, anyway."

"Er … and … that would be …?"

"On my bike, yeah. Don't worry, I'm fully licensed, and I've given rides before. I can get you home safe before the storm hits."

Both girls winced at the reminder, glancing back up at the storm clouds as Momo bit her lip - like it or not, Itsuka did have a point that they were kind of fighting against time again. If Ochako didn't hurry, she might miss Himiko and Izuku and become stranded, and she definitely couldn't wait an hour for a taxi to arrive when it was clearly about to rain.

For a moment, Momo was tempted to tell Ochako that she would be coming with her - after all, it made sense if they were going home together to go back and ask for a ride from Izuku, even if she pursed her lips at the thought of making someone give her a ride home. However, one glance at Ochako's face made Momo hesitate, glancing back around at Itsuka as the bartender patiently waited for an answer.

The temptation to go with Ochako was overwhelming - and yet, Momo could help but feel some guilt bubble in her chest. Honestly, she knew that she had been clingy all night long, and even before this, when she had been against Ochako working here in the first place due to the nature of the establishment. She knew that it would probably be better to just … go with her and stay, but …

… but she should try to show more faith in her roommate. Ochako was a grown woman, she - she should have her space.

"I …" Momo hesitated, and then she nodded at Itsuka. "… a-alright. I - I suppose that's better than nothing."

"Oh, uh - right," Ochako quickly nodded, looking unsure - and making all of Momo's thoughts about trusting Ochako to be okay fly immediately out the window, brief panic filling her as Ochako turned away, "yeah, that's cool, Momo, I'll head back and see if Himi's left yet. I … I guess I'll see you later. Or - or tomorrow."

"Y-yes, Ochako. Just - just text me if something happens, alright?"

"Right. Later, guys."

"See you tomorrow, Uraraka," Itsuka smiled at her.

"Later," Kyouka muttered.

With that, Ochako turned and began to jog back towards the club, clearly hurrying to make sure that she got there before Izuku and Himiko left. As she moved away, Itsuka let out a small sigh that got Momo's attention, turning towards her as she cracked her knuckles.

"Alright," She glanced between both girls, Kyouka straightening up a bit as she seemed to realize what was going to happen, eyes widening in horror, "I'll go grab my bike and bring it around, Yaoyorozu - do you mind waiting with Jirou until then? I don't wanna leave her alone with her ankle like this, I'll just be a few minutes."

"Oh, uh …" Momo hesitated then, only now realizing her mistake as she glanced over at where Kyouka was still staring at the ground, and felt herself go still - in all this excitement, she had almost forgotten that she was still awkward around her classmate, but it wasn't as though she could leave her alone in the street, especially with her own fear that there would be someone waiting nearby to creep on them.

So, albeit a bit reluctantly, she nodded stiffly.

"Okay, great! I'll be right back."

With that, Itsuka began jogging away to the parking lot, moving quickly so that she could grab her bike and bring it back around to pick up Momo. Of course, she wasn't aware, as she turned and left, about how both Momo and Kyouka were staring after her in obvious distress, not really wanting to be left alone with each other but realizing that at this point, they had absolutely no choice as Itsuka rounded the corner and vanished from sight.

There were several long seconds of awkward silence as both girls stared down at their shoes, shivering at the cold winds hitting them - and then Momo, clearing her throat slightly, straightened her back, trying to calm down how hard her heart was beating as she tried to summon a bit of courage.

"Er …" She licked her lips nervously, "… it was … Jirou, wasn't it?"

Kyouka felt herself shake a bit, but still stiffly nodded.

"Yeah," She muttered, before coughing slightly and raising her voice, "and … you're Yaoyorozu."

"Mm-hm." Momo nodded a bit stiffly, and then glanced down at where Kyouka was still holding her ankle up above the ground, and she felt her brow furrow a bit. "Er … h-how does your ankle feel?"

"Hurts," Kyouka decided to keep her answers short, not really wanting to go too much into it with her classmate as she glanced down the street, wondering what was taking Shouto so long, "just waiting for my roommate, and I can go home and sleep on it."

"A-ah."

There was another pause.

"And … er … and how are you after … uh … after you fell last week?"

That simple, little innocent question from Momo had been intended to try and break the awkward air around them. Instead, Kyouka felt her eyes widen briefly before they narrowed, and her hand began to shake as she quickly stuffed it into her pocket.

"I'm fine," She said in a short voice, "fall like that all the time."

"O-oh," Momo awkwardly glanced back down at her feet, "I - I see. I just … well, I had assumed -"

"You haven't told anyone, have you?"

Momo's attempt to stutter out an awkward conversation immediately stopped at the low growl that came from Kyouka. The heiress, who had turned to glance down the street again in case anyone might be watching nearby, felt herself pause for a moment before she turned to glance at Kyouka, and felt herself blink at the glare her classmate was aiming at the ground while keeping her one foot in the air.

"Did you?" She asked roughly, stealing a small glance up to meet Momo's eyes with her glare. "Did you tell anyone you saw me in the club?"

"What? I - no!" Momo quickly shook her head, feeling a bit nervous for some reason as Kyouka's rough eyes glared at her face as though searching for any dishonestly there, and quickly raised her hands as though to show she was unarmed. "Of course I didn't, Jirou! I - how would I even bring that up to anyone?"

"I don't know, but if you did -"

"W-well, if I did, then wouldn't I have to explain why I was at the club?"

Kyouka thankfully paused at that, her expression freezing slightly. There was a long pause in which Momo stared down at her smaller classmate in nervousness - and then Kyouka let out a long, suffering sigh, glancing away and raising her hand to cover her eyes.

"Right," She slowly nodded, "right, you - you wouldn't want to tell anyone about that either. I forgot about - shit."

Momo wasn't entirely sure how to even respond to that, watching as Kyouka leaned back up from where she had been slightly bending over while rubbing her leg, and Momo watched, feeling surprised, as a small blush suddenly appeared on Kyouka's face - a fairly stark contrast to the scowl that she had been wearing all night.

"Sorry," She sighed, glancing away from Momo to show how embarrassed she was beginning to look, "I forgot that you wouldn't want anyone to know about - you know - you being at a strip club. I thought that you would … tell others about me."

"I - no, of course not!" Momo quickly shook her head, trying to give her classmate a reassuring smile that came off a bit stiff. "I - I wouldn't do that to you, Jirou, of - of course I wouldn't. I know that you - you must have your own reasons for wanting to work at this club, so I - I won't tell anyone."

"Fine," Kyouka nodded a bit at that, still biting her lip slightly as she frowned - and then she asked, in a slightly lower voice, "then … why did you come back tonight? It wasn't just to spend time with your friend, was it?"

"I …" Momo hesitated then, unsure of how to respond - and then she let out a small sigh, "… I suppose that I'm … I'm still a bit hesitant about the club. I'm … not entirely comfortable, but - but I do feel a bit reassured that Ochako will at least have Kendou looking out for her. And - and now that I know someone else who works at the club as well, I - I assume that you could also help Ochako out if she needs it?"

"I … guess."

"T-that's good. I just …" Momo found herself faltering again, and then her stiff smile fell as she turned to glance at the ground. "… could I … could I ask you something, Jirou?"

Kyouka merely raised her eyebrow, but didn't offer any complaints as she leaned back against the wall, giving a non-committed shrug as Momo straightened her back a bit.

"If … I'm being honest …" Momo hesitated before she closed her eyes, "… there is still a part of me that's uncomfortable with this. With - with Ochako working here. I do - I do think you are all very nice people, and - and I think Ochako will get along very fine with you all, but - but I just don't trust this establishment. I - I'm not sure what to do to make it more comfortable for me to be okay with this, but … well, I just, I don't know. Do - do you know anyone who was uncomfortable with the club as well?"

"Uh …" Kyouka paused for a moment, not even sure how this happened or how to respond - and then she let out a defeated groan. "… yeah. I was - yeah, I was kinda in your shoes."

"R-really?" Momo looked around at her, feeling a bit hopeful. "Then - then how did you become more comfortable?"

"Uh …" Kyouka hesitated for a moment -

- and then she let out a defeated groan.

"… I got laid."

There was another pause.

"And if you want my opinion," Kyouka winced, "you … definitely need to get laid."

Unsurprisingly, that caused a bit of a silence between the two girls, Kyouka already anticipating that her classmate wouldn't be taking her … little bit of advice very well. Momo stared blankly down at her feet for a moment, while Kyouka cringed a bit - and then Momo whipped around to stare at Kyouka in shock and a bit of outrage.

"I - wha- excuse me?!"

"I said," Kyouka grimaced slightly, glancing down the street and praying that Shouto got there soon, "that, uh - you need to get laid."

"I - no, I heard that part!" Momo was going redder and redder by the second at what Kyouka just said, staring down at her with shock. "Just - putting that aside, how would - how would doing that even help?!"

"Well," Kyouka shrugged again, already regretting speaking, "you aren't … well, like I said, you aren't the only one who had issues with this place. I was kinda hesitant to start working as the DJ before I got out on the stage, but - y'know that Denki dude from earlier? Blonde hair, black lightning bolt dyed in his hair like an idiot?"

Momo wasn't entirely sure she wanted to even have this conversation, but still nodded.

"Well, we, uh … we ended up hooking up one night," She grimaced, "and after that, I just kinda … well, it wasn't awkward to work there anymore. It wasn't embarrassing to see my coworkers naked, I stopped really considering the crowd unless there's some major asshole in there, and eventually, I ended up dancing. And, y'know - I didn't give a shit, because - well, I mean, I was a bit of a prude back then, but after I had sex with Denki, I had another one night stand with Set, and we were all cool about it. We didn't even really talk about it after we did it because it wasn't a big deal."

"I - well, sorry, but - but what's your point?"

"My point," Kyouka frowned, "is that it's easier not to think about this stuff when you stop giving a shit about that kind of stuff. And the best way for you to do that is just jump in bed with someone and have fun - you stop thinking about this crap real quick."

Momo kept quiet at that, blinking slightly, and then opened her mouth as though she was going to refute what she said - and then Kyouka let out a small sigh, and frowned as she turned away and crossed her arms across her chest.

"But you know what?" She huffed a bit. "I bet even if you did do that, you probably wouldn't change your mind. I can already tell you've made up your mind about where we work."

"I -" Momo felt herself falter at the cross tone in Kyouka's voice - and then she felt her eyes narrow. "- excuse me? What does that mean?"

"It's a strip club," Kyouka turned to give her a sharp look, knowing that she was probably acting quite rude at the moment, but Momo's prudish behavior had gotten on her nerves, "I think all can tell that you consider this place way too dirty for someone like you."

"I -"

"Oh, c'mon," Kyouka shook her head, "it's obvious. You think you're too good for this place. And you know what? You may be. It's a strip club - it doesn't matter how good we're treated by Nemuri, at the end of the day we're just eye candy. Guys don't come in here to politely clap for us when we're up on that stage - they're here to watch us make sexy poses, and maybe they can pay enough for one of us to give them a handjob in the back room."

Momo let out a small sputter at that.

"So this place?" Kyouka leaned forward, giving her a judgmental look. "It's not for you. It's clear you wouldn't last a minute if you had to work here and not your friend."

"What does that -?!"

"You're not gonna get used to this place," Kyouka scowled, "because you've got your head up your ass about what you can actually do here, when you're not even an employee. People come here to jerk off to us. You being all protective over your roommate isn't gonna stop some guy from trying to hit on her or touch her. So like I said - best thing you could do is either get laid or just forget about this place. Our boys will look after Uraraka - she doesn't need you holding her hand the entire time. Because honestly, it sounds like you're more worried about the club than she is, and we don't need you sitting in the corner every night judging us."

There was a short pause as Momo slowly blinked at what Kyouka had just said, and Kyouka herself seemed to realize what she was saying, blinking slightly before a small look of regret crossed her face - but before either girl could think of what to say, there was the sound of a car honking.

Both of them straightening up, they looked around to see the car pull up on the sidewalk, and one glance inside showed Shouto sitting in the driver's seat, his windshield wipers already active as thunder and lightning rumbled and flashed across the sky. Feeling relieved that her roommate had finally arrived just in time to rescue her, Kyouka began carefully limping off where she was leaning against the wall, aware of Momo staring after her as she moved around the car towards the passenger's side, and then she sighed and looked back up at her classmate, meeting her dark eyes.

"Honestly," She grunted as she opened the door, "the less you think about this place, the better."

Momo didn't have anything to say to that as she watched Kyouka get into the car, and watched as, with Shouto nodding at her through his window, they began to drive off. She was so occupied watching their car leave, disappearing eventually around the corner, she only became dimly aware of the sound of a motorcycle rumbling up beside her, with Itsuka parking on the sidewalk for her to get on and holding out a helmet for her to put on.

She was unaware, however, that the memory of what Kyouka had said had caused her hand to curl into a fist.

They had barely gotten to the private room, Himiko not even bothering to close the door behind them since they were the last ones at the club (no need for privacy) before she pounced on him.

Izuku let out a squeak of surprise as he was all but tackled onto the bed, both of them bouncing lightly on the squeaky mattress before she laid on top of him, and he could only stare up in wonder and lust as Himiko grabbed both his wrists and pinned them against the soft mattress beneath them. Panting excitedly as she grinded her hips against him, Himiko giggled at the way Izuku tensed as she moved her hips, and then dipped down to press her lips against his.

As their mouths opened and their tongues met, Izuku managed to free one of his wrists from her grasp to slide beneath their bodies to rub at her crotch, making her whine quietly before they both scrambled up, Izuku moving towards the edge of the bed to get his shoes and pants off. As Izuku pushed both his red shoes off of his feet, Himiko was quick to pull her shirt off, letting out another giggle as she moved to press herself against Izuku's now bare back, having taken off his shirt and hoodie back when he had wrapped up his shoulder from her bite, and Izuku tensed as she began kissing and nipping his ear while he struggled to get his pants off, her hands crawling around him to start gingerly scratching at his stomach.

They both knew that they didn't need to be completely naked for this - he knew that Himiko had been waiting for a while, and never really minded doing it while they were still partly dressed. And there wasn't much need for foreplay, at least not yet - he had no idea how long they were staying for, but he knew that Himiko was ready, judging from the wetness he had felt when he had given her pussy a rub, and since he predicted he was probably going to stay over at her place tonight, there'd be plenty of opportunities to worship her later.

But in his excitement of finally getting to be with her after so many weeks, he couldn't really help himself as he threw himself into how excited and horny he felt for his senpai. As he finally pushed his pants and underwear off his legs, leaving him naked and Himiko in her skirt, as he quickly turned around so that they could kiss again, Himiko moaning as Izuku raised his hands to squeeze on both of her breasts, before her own hands grabbed Izuku and pulled him back onto the bed, maneuvering him to lay down on his back as she quickly moved her leg overtop him to sit down in his lap.

While Izuku panted and stared up at her, Himiko did the rest, moving her panties to the side as she reached beneath her to grab his already hard cock, both of them tensing as she lifted her hips up and then brought herself down. As they both let out loud moans as she sank down onto his cock, Izuku rested his hands on her thighs as Himiko took a moment to settled herself, throwing her head back and panting happily, before she began to bounce.

It was always this way with Himiko - she liked to be in charge, and Izuku had no problem with her being on top, especially since it gave him a great view of her incredible body. Watching as she giggled and cupped her own breasts, giving them a squeeze as she licked her lips, Izuku raised his head and kissed her cleavage, unable to stop himself, and Himiko gleefully wrapped her arms around his head to keep him there, smirking as she felt his tongue licking up and down as she pressed a kiss to the top of his head. As she continued to bounce up and down, the sound of her ass hitting his thighs clapping throughout the room, she let out a moan as the bounce began to squeak.

"I need it," She whined, feeling Izuku's arms wrap around her lower back, and his hips began to move in conjunction to her own bouncing, "I need it, I need it, I've been so pent up …!"

"Mmph," Izuku let out a muffled grunt as her grip on his head lessened, and he finally emerged from her breasts panting for air, and Himiko dipped down to shove her tongue back into his mouth as he fell back, dragging her with him. As they laid down on the bed, Himiko grinded her hips against him, and Izuku put his feet up onto the bed as he began to thrust beneath her, meeting her bounces as they enjoyed each other after the erotic bite from earlier, Himiko tempted to leave another bite as she panted happily into the pillow.

With another moan, Himiko threw her head back up, her mouth curling into a pleasured smile as Izuku's hand grabbed a tight handful of her butt, and Izuku let out a shuddering grunt as he began to move back up. One moment Himiko had been laying on top of him, her hips moving back and forth on his waist; and the next, their positions changed, Himiko laying on her back as Izuku sat up between her legs. Grabbing her hips, Izuku sat up on his knees, taking over the thrusting as he began plowing his senpai, and Himiko quickly propped herself up on her elbows.

There had been a part of Izuku that had thought that Himiko would become bratty about getting some control taken away from her, as she always did when Izuku took over, but instead, she let out another giggle as she wrapped her legs around his waist, supporting herself as Izuku fucked her. Feeling heat begin to coil in his stomach, Izuku watched Himiko's breasts bouncing up and down as he thrusted into her, clenching his teeth together.

"Fuck, I'm gonna -" He grunted, closing his eyes tightly -

- and then, at the same time, they both heard the sound of a purse hitting the floor.

At the loud noise, Izuku found his eyes snapping open, quickly looking up at once as his thrusting stuttered to a stop - and at once, his eyes met Ochako's as she stared into the room, her mouth dropping open.

Her normally round eyes were practically the size of saucers behind her glasses as she took in the scene before her - Izuku completely naked, sitting up on his knees and showing his muscular torso and scars on his arms, his hands grabbing the hips of Himiko as she likewise tried to look up at Ochako from her spot laying on her back, with her being almost as naked as Izuku if not for the skirt that had been pushed up to her stomach.

"U-Uraraka?!" Izuku squeaked, his climax immediately fading away as embarrassment and horror filled him, and Ochako seemed to snap out of her brief trance, her face bursting into flames as she quickly threw her hands up to cover her eyes.

"I - I - I'm sorry!" She immediately whipped around to face the opposite wall as Himiko tilted her head curiously, "I didn't - I didn't see anyone out on the floor, and - and I thought I'd look for you guys, and - and then I heard noises and - and - and -"

There was a short pause, and then she let out a small groan.

"- and I'm so sorry, I - oh, my gosh, I - I'll just - I'll just go and -"

"Hold up!" Himiko interrupted her, pouting and pointing at her with one hand, while her other one wrapped around Izuku's wrist and tugged. He let out another squeak as he lost his balance, and landed on top of her, somewhat covering her nakedness. "Ochako, it's all good, I'm covered up now."

"H-huh?" Ochako blinked, obviously wondering how she covered up so fast, and glanced around - and with her face exploding into another blush at Izuku's naked backside suddenly making an appearance, she covered her face again.

"Oh, my - Himi, c'mon!"

"Sorry, sorry, couldn't resist," Himiko giggled mischievously, while Izuku couldn't resist rolling his eyes at her. "Now, don't you go running out on us now, Chako - just go wait by the bar, we gotta get dressed."

"I - what do you -?"

"You obviously want an explanation," She shrugged as best she could, smiling at how red Ochako was even hiding behind her hands, "so we'll give you one. Once we're dressed, though. So, uh - give us like five minutes."

Ochako hesitated for another moment, her fingers somewhat moving as she glanced back into the room, and her face went even redder than it already was, as though all the blood in her body was rushing up towards her face - and then she quickly and stiffly nodded, and quickly turned on her heel to get away from the private room.

Once the sound of her feet quickly walking away faded away, Himiko let out a small sigh as Izuku slowly put his hands down on the bed on either side of her head and lifted himself off of her, hissing a bit as his now softened cock slipped out of her and caused them both to wince a bit at the juices that splashed onto the bed.

"Well, damn," Himiko said in a slightly humored, slightly frustrated voice, "and just when we were getting to the exciting part."

"Er …" Izuku glanced back up at where Ochako had been standing, his own face still feeling quite red, "… I … I guess we better get dressed quickly."

"Mm-hm. Unless you wanna talk to Ochako while naked, that's cool, too."

"I - no, Himiko, let's - we need to fix this before it gets worse."

"Oh, you're no fun when you don't embrace chaos, Izu."

Thankfully, it didn't take them very long to gather up their clothes from where they had thrown them around the private room, Izuku managing to find his underwear on top of the leather chair in the corner, and then, after quickly changing the sheets and putting the ones that had been slightly soiled by their sweat and pre-cum in the laundry basket (and leaving a quick note to take them to the laundromat sometime this week), Izuku and Himiko headed out of the backroom and back into the club. It didn't take too long to find Ochako - after flipping back on the lights, they heard a small squeak from over near the bar, and they headed over to find her sitting in the same spot they had sat with her during the party.

Jumping slightly in her seat, Ochako quickly looked around as Izuku and Himiko approached her, going red as she glanced at Izuku's bare torso and then glanced back down at the table. Izuku, for his part, went red as well and quickly jogged over to grab his t-shirt, putting it back on as Himiko slid into the booth across from her childhood friend, letting out a relaxed sigh as she stretched her arms above her head, and Izuku, after a moment of hesitation, chose to sit down beside her so that Ochako could judge them both without having to turn her head too much.

There was a moment's silence in the booth - and then Himiko tilted her head.

"Chako? You good?" She asked in a cheerful voice, as though Ochako had not just walked in on them fucking each other's brains out. "Your face is still super red, y'know."

"I - I know that!" Ochako quickly defended herself, going a lot redder as she stared down awkwardly at her knees. "It's just - I didn't expect - you know - that."

"Uh - y-yeah," Izuku nodded stiffly, feeling himself go a bit red again. "I'm - I'm really sorry, Uraraka, for making you have to see - uh - t-that."

"I-it's okay," Ochako mumbled in an embarrassed voice, "just … wasn't expecting to see … you know. U-uh, anyway - congratulations, you two."

"Er … congratulations?" He repeated, blinking. "For what?"

"F-for your relationship," Ochako glanced away awkwardly, "I - I didn't know that you two were dating, but - but I'm happy for -"

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa," Himiko suddenly interrupted, raising her hands and laughing as Izuku also looked awkward, "sorry to interrupt, Chako, but there's one thing that you should know."

"Uh … yes?"

"Izu and I aren't dating."

There was a short pause in the booth as Izuku cringed a bit but still nodded in agreement, and Himiko gave her old friend an amused look as Ochako blinked a bit while staring at nothing for a moment - and then the girl in glasses glanced between both of them in a state of complete and utter confusion.

"I - what?"

"We aren't dating."

"I - then -" Ochako shook her head a bit, glancing between them again as she tried to wrap her mind around what Himiko was implying. "- so you guys - are -?"

"Well," Himiko rested her face against her hand as she propped her elbow up on the table, "long story short, Ochako - me and Izu here aren't in a relationship, yeah, but we do go ahead and fuck every so often. Consider us friends-with-benefits with … a lot more benefits to our friendship."

Ochako sputtered.

"T-then - y-you guys -"

"Yep! We have an agreement - we've both accepted that the two of us are horny, attractive young people," Himiko proudly patted her chest, unaware of Ochako looking like she was turning into a mini-tomato again with how red her face was becoming, and how Izuku was having a staring contest with the wall while his own cheeks were starting to feel like they were on fire, "and the kind of job we have can be stressful and hard on the hormones. So we decided, well, if we were going to be horny, and we were attracted to each other ..."

"… we'd …" Izuku gulped, deciding to jump in now before Himiko could get carried away and somehow make this worse, "… we'd have times where we could get together and … yeah."

Ochako continued to have her gaze flick between the two of them as her mouth closed - but at least, thankfully, she wasn't looking as scandalized as one would think. She still looked extremely embarrassed, of course, for having to have walked in on her best friend and the guy she spent a few hours talking to, having … well … sex, but at least she wasn't looking disgusted.

Slowly nodding, she glanced between them one more time before finally moving her gaze back down to the table.

"Uh … okay," She nodded a bit stiffly, "I … I guess I see where you guys are coming from. A-and it's not like I can judge you - or - or that I would judge you. I - I know what kind of things you like, Himi, just … didn't expect to walk in on you …"

"Oh, I know!" Himiko laughed, cupping her own warm cheeks. "Honestly, Chako, you seeing me getting plowed wasn't on my bingo card for stuff that would happen tonight."

"Er … yeah."

"Anyhoo," She shrugged, "I'm real sorry about that, Ocha - I thought we were alone, so we would have some fun. Well, we were alone, but we didn't expect anyone to come back. So, are we cool?"

"Y-yeah, we're - we're cool," Ochako nodded again, glancing up at Himiko with a small, awkward smile, "n-not that we had a problem to begin with. A-and we're good too, Midoriya - sorry for - for walking in on you like that."

"I-it's okay," Izuku managed to get out, still looking a bit embarrassed, "sorry for … you know, not closing the door."

"Anyway!" Himiko threw her hands up into the air. "Now that that's all settled - Ocha, why did you come back? I thought you were leaving with your roommate."

"Oh, I - I forgot my purse, so I - I had to come back." Ochako, for her part, looked a bit sheepish, "They've ... probably left by now, Kendou was going to give Momo a ride home."

"Oh! Then we'll give you a ride home," Himiko nodded happily, turning over towards Izuku. "Isn't that right, Izu? I gotta go home to feed my kitties, but you'll give Ocha a ride, won't you?"

"H-huh?" Izuku blinked, and then, realizing that they were now talking to him and what they were talking about, quickly nodded. "Oh, uh - yeah, of course, Uraraka - I can give you a ride. You - you live just at the university, right?"

"W-well, near it - like a block or two away, at my apartment."

"Yeah, that's - that's cool, I can give you a ride, that's not too far from where I live, it's not too out of the way."

With that, the three of them got up from the booth, Izuku awkwardly standing near Ochako as Himiko did one spot check of the club, leaving the two of them to awkwardly stand beside each other before Himiko jogged back up to the bar and shut off the lights, and they trooped up the stairs and had Himiko lock the door with her key. With that, it was a silent walk-turned-jog back to the car as the storm above them started to sprinkle them with rain, with Himiko humming happily to herself while Izuku and Ochako didn't look each other in the eye, and then made their way to the car, Himiko deciding to give her best friend shotgun since she was getting dropped off first.

It was a bit of an awkward ride, to be frank, that became especially so after Himiko got dropped off, giving them both a cheery wave as she shut the door and jogged inside to avoid the rain. Once they had taken off again, Izuku and Ochako didn't talk much, with Izuku only asking where exactly Ochako's apartment was so that he knew where to bring them. The car was filled with nothing but the sound of the radio playing some pop song as they both awkwardly looked anywhere but each other, Izuku keeping his eyes on the road and Ochako staring out the window with the darkness of the car keeping her red face invisible.

At long last, they pulled up beside the curb of Ochako's apartment, Izuku parking the car so that Ochako could get out. There was one more awkward pause as Ochako unbuckled her seatbelt, about to quietly thank Izuku for giving her a ride home and then sneak out of the car to run upstairs and die of embarrassment in her bed -

- and then Izuku let out a low, defeated sigh, and Ochako quickly looked around at him in surprise as he slumped forward, pressing his face against the wheel, and only then did Ochako notice how red his face was.

"S-sorry," He shook his head, tapping his forehead against the top of the wheel, "I just - I meant to talk to you about … uh … you know … on the way over here, but - but I got nervous."

Ochako stared at him in shock for a second - and then she was unable to resist letting out a small snort, causing him to glance over at her as she gave into a small giggle fit, raising her hand to cover her mouth.

"N-not gonna lie," She wheezed, "I felt so awkward too."

Izuku stared at her in surprise for a moment - and then he snorted as well, and together, the two of them devolved into a small giggling fit. The sound of rain beating on the car gave them a slightly cozy atmosphere, surprisingly, as Ochako opened her eyes to give Izuku a small smile, while her cheeks remained rosy.

"Uh ... a-anyway," Izuku managed to shake himself out of his laughter, glancing back up at Ochako with an apologetic look, "I know I said it before, but … well, I really am sorry you had to walk in on us like that. L-like Himi said, we weren't really expecting … well, anyone to come back, but - we should've made sure we weren't so visible. And - uh - obvious."

"Uh … no, it's - it's okay," Ochako shook her head, sighing and rubbing one of her warm cheeks with her hand, "seriously, you two were … you're fine! It's not like I can judge either one of you, I haven't seen Himi in … well, forever. It's not like I can meet up with her twice and just tell her not to do something she's been doing while I've been out of her life."

"I - I guess."

"Er … but if I can ask …" Ochako suddenly gulped, glancing nervously away and out the window as a flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky, "… I was just wondering … uh … how exactly … did you two agree to …?"

"Oh," Izuku realized what she was asking as she awkwardly trailed off, feeling his cheeks go red again. Well, it was a fair question, at least to him - Himiko was Ochako's best friend, apparently, so of course she'd be concerned as to how they had gotten together and agreed to be friends-with-benefits.

Trying to fight down his blush again, he let out a small sigh as he glanced away from her as well.

"W-well, uh - y-you see, Uraraka," Izuku gulped, keeping his eyes off of her while he tapped his thumb nervously against the wheel, "there wasn't really a … a specific time we decided to start - uh - getting together, but … I guess you know that our job is a - well - it's a really … physical job."

"Y-yeah."

"And … and I'm not going to lie," He sighed, sagging slightly in his seat, "it's … really hard to not get … er … turned on when I have grind into someone's butt."

Ochako felt herself go a bit red, but still nodded stiffly - she a hundred percent knew what he was talking about there, so no judgment would be coming from her.

"And … well, you grew up with Himiko," He bit his lip, "you know that she … tends to get pretty into physical contact."

"Yeeeep."

"So … well, I always felt indebted to her," He shook his head, "since she showed me the ropes - n-not that I only sleep with her because I feel I owe her. I'm not - she's really beautiful, and she likes spending time with me, and - and well, we just … agreed that if I were to ever get lonely, or she got overly … uh …"

"… you two would sleep together," Ochako finished for him, going a bit red as she understood what he was talking about - about them hooking up if Himiko ever got in one of her moods.

"Y-yeah. And, uh … well …" Izuku hesitated for a moment, before he let out a small sigh as he turned in his seat, and finally looked around at his new coworker. Ochako, for her part, blinked as she felt his eyes on her again, and glanced over at him, seeing him give her a slightly more serious look that made her suddenly feel a bit nervous.

"There is, uh … there actually is one rule in the club," Izuku glanced off to the side, "something that Nemuri probably didn't bring up with you, but, uh … well, it's because she doesn't really know about it. We never really go over it with her, but … but it's more of an unspoken agreement between all of us, so it's … probably important that you know."

"Er … okay?" Ochako shrugged a bit, feeling curious. "What's the rule?"

"We can't date."

Ochako felt herself blink, and Izuku turned to give her a slightly serious look.

"It's an unspoken rule between all of us," He told her, "that we're not allowed to date each other. We can be intimate with each other, of course, that kind of comes with the territory of this job - but actually forming relationships with each other? That's not allowed."

"I …" Ochako felt herself blink, "… oh."

"Y-yeah. I - I know it seems harsh -"

"Oh, no, I - I completely get it!" Ochako quickly assured him, waving her hands slightly in the air when she saw the awkward look on his face. "It - it makes sense, I mean. A job where you have to grind with each other and - no, yeah, it'd be awkward if you were dating someone and then have to watch them grind on someone else all night, right?"

"Yeah," Izuku nodded, "especially if it's with someone you're both friends with."

"Mm-hm," Ochako hummed, "but I get it, Midoriya - you don't have to explain."

"Okay," Izuku slowly nodded again, letting out a small sigh, and Ochako took that as her cue to get going. Giving him an awkward smile, she slowly opened the door to the car, wincing a bit at the rain on her arm, and quickly made her way out, giving him a small smile.

"Uh - goodnight, Midoriya."

"Goodnight, Uraraka," Izuku, for his part, tried to return her smile, "I'll see you - ah, you know what?" He shook his head, making Ochako raise her eyebrow a bit, "I have to head to the club tomorrow too, to help out with setting something up - why don't I stop by again to bring you to work? I know you have to be in at noon with Ken, so I can pick you up, if you want?"

"Huh?" Ochako blinked, her cheeks turning red again, but this time not due to embarrassment, "Oh, no, Midoriya, I - I couldn't ask you to -"

"You don't have to," Izuku smiled a bit more genuinely, "I want to. I didn't lie when I said that I actually live close to here, it's not out of the way. And, uh … you can consider it an apology for walking in on me and Himiko - yeah."

For some reason, Ochako's heart began beating a bit faster at the smile on his face - and then she was unable to stop herself from smiling a bit as well.

"I … okay," She nodded, returning his smile as he beamed up at her, "I … guess I'll see you tomorrow, Midoriya. Good night."

"Good night."

With that, she finally closed the door of the car and took a step back, walking over to her apartment quickly to avoid the rain, and Izuku took off into the night as Ochako quickly moved through the door. However, she hesitated for a moment, her eyes following the car as it drove away, and once it rounded the corner, she let out a small sigh, the smile she had on her face from before not quite fading away as she stepped inside, and her heart continued to beat a bit quicker than what was normal.

Once she had gotten back to the apartment, she had pretty much almost immediately passed out after drying her hair and getting out of her clothes and into her pajamas, flopping on the bed and immediately going asleep. Honestly, the excitement of the night had probably taken a lot out of her, causing her to sleep through the lightning and thunder rumbling outside her window. She only woke up at least once, swearing that she could hear the sound of the shower turning on, but she had been lulled back to sleep before she could really think about it.

Finally, morning came, with the storm still beating rain against the window but no longer rumbling and flashing lightning, and she got up, her hair sticking up all over the place, and feeling hungry and tired - but glancing at the alarm clock, showing it to be nearly ten o'clock, meant that she couldn't fall back asleep, needing to get up and get ready for when Izuku would pick her up. So, albeit reluctantly, she got out of bed, heading out to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

While she had been going through the drawer above the counter, debating eating a cereal bar before she had to pack a lunch, she heard the sound of Momo's door opening behind her.

"Hey, Momo," Ochako sighed, waving over her shoulder and not looking around as she investigated the counter, and was only barely aware of the sound of a light squeak as she looked around, "you wouldn't believe what I saw when I went back to … the … club …?"

She trailed off, however, as she looked behind her shoulder and saw who was standing at the doorway. Looking into the eyes of the person …

… who was not Momo.

"Er …" Itsuka grimaced slightly, glancing off to the side while an embarrassed blush appeared on her face, "… hey, Uraraka."

Ochako stared at the girl blankly, blinking slowly and trying to make sense of what she was seeing as her jaw dropped open. Itsuka was wearing … well, a whole lot less clothes than she was yesterday. Instead of her black t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans, she was wearing a large maroon t-shirt - Momo's comfy shirt, Ochako realized with her eyes widening - and her hair was out of its ponytail, letting the fizzy and wild hair fall down her back.

And her pants were … definitely not on, showing off her nicely sculpted legs, Ochako noticed as she blushed a bit - and there was no way she was wearing shorts, and that meant that she was …

There was a short pause - and then Itsuka let out a small, embarrassed giggle.

"Uh ..." She nervously clapped her hands together, "... I can make breakfast?"