Bakugo Katsuki's funeral was held the same day. It was a sorrowful affair, as it should have been. Most of the girls of Class 1-A were near inconsolable, crying their eyes out at the loss of their friend/colleague. Class 1-B, on the other hand, were morose and silent, not knowing the student well enough to be completely sad over his death, but they were respectful about it.
Midoriya was the one who dug the grave, as he was the most physically powerful on the island to do so. He was also the one to gently lower Bakugo's corpse into the freshly dug pit that was a good ten or so meters away from their homebase. Momo made a gravestone with Bakugo's name on it (along with his year of birth and his year of death) and Izuku firmly planted the gravestone at the site of the burial.
Midnight-sensei gave the eulogy, wiping away tears at the loss of a student as she did so. Midoriya was practically catatonic after bawling his eyes out for the last three hours, now numb to everything and everyone. Uraraka gave him a sideways hug as some of the students began to pour dirt over the corpse.
It hurt him, it hurt him so much to see Kacchan be buried; something that Izuku never thought would happen in his lifetime. As soon as the eulogy was over he ran to the abandoned building, went up to the second floor and just cried, cried and lamented and teared over what he could not control. It wasn't his fault, he knew that, but it didn't stop the demons in his head from talking, talking about how it was his fault, that he should have been the one who died instead of Kacchan.
He was curled up in the fetal position, his tears flowing down the side of his face and into his ear because of the angle. He was alive, but not Kacchan, and that wasn't fair at all.
"Do you know where Deku went?" Uraraka asked in a hushed whisper to her friend, Yaoyorozu Momo.
The raven-haired girl shook her head before admitting, "I haven't seen him since Midnight-sensei finished her eulogy for Bakugo, but I think he went into our temporary home."
"Thanks, Yaomomo," Ochaco thanked as she made her way to their temporary home and ascended up to the second floor, where she quickly heard crying noises. Being as silent as a mouse she tiptoed her way into the room, seeing Midoriya in the fetal position while facing the wall. "Deku? Do you want to talk about it?" she asked as she sat behind his back, rubbing circles onto his shoulder to calm him down. His crying ebbed away until it was just sniffles and hiccups. He was quiet for a minute or two until he spoke:
"I miss him. I miss him so damn much," Midoriya admitted, rubbing his hand into his (now pink) eyes, wiping the tears away. "He was my first friend, the first one to tell me that we could be heroes together. That we'd be better than All Might and Endeavor when we grew up."
Uraraka was silent as she listened, partly out of respect, partly to let him get it out, and partly because she had no idea what to say.
Izuku's face grew confused as he said, "I mean, he's just…gone? Just like that? I'd never imagined that Kacchan would ever…would ever—" he croaked out, not able to get the words out. "I can't believe that he's…that he's dead," he finally managed, sitting up abruptly as he asked, "What am I going to do when I see Auntie again? What are we going to do when help arrives? Unbury him? Put him some different hole with a fancy wooden box encasing him?" He was now hyperventilating, his breaths coming in quick and short.
"Breathe, Deku, everything is fine. You're okay, I'm okay, our classmates our okay," she reassured as she hugged him from behind. She could now feel his heart rate, which was fast and errantic. "It's okay. Breathe with me, okay? One…two…three. One…two…three," she repeated, Midoriya joining in and breathing with her.
After doing this for the next five minutes his breathing and heart rate had stabilized, and Izuku had relaxed into her, lulling into sleep with quiet snoring noises. She repositioned the both of them so that he was resting his head on her lap as she kneeled, gently stroking his green hair, playing with his unruly curls.
It would be a week later until things had returned back to normal, or as normal as it could be with Bakugo's death on their minds. Midnight-sensei and some of students always went out early in the morning to gather food for everyone, with Momo given priority so that she could make their new island life manageable. Yaoyorozu made flashlights, batteries, beds, water bottles, a stove, a propane tank, and so on and so forth so that they could be comfortable when help arrived, whenever they received the S.O.S. signal.
Unfortunately, they were all still infected with the Lust Virus, as they were calling it. Recovery Girl asked for specific devices and machines to be made so that she could make a true cure for the infection, so that everyone wouldn't have to keep ingesting Midoriya's semen.
Until then, however, Midoriya Izuku kept making his Semen Bottles, as Recovery Girl colloquially called them; everyday he would spend time on the second floor of the abandoned building (also called The Headquarters or The HQ) alone, or find an empty men's bathroom to do his business in. Sadly, though Midoriya would never admit it, no girl came and gave him a hand or mouth to help him with his duty again, much to his disappointment.
Another week later
"I'm sorry, dearie, but we don't have enough Semen Bottles for you," Recovery Girl admitted, a frown on her face. "With all the young women on the island, the amount they consume ever increasing, and the amount of time it takes to get even one full bottle of the stuff, we've run out. I'm afraid that you have to get it…the old-fashioned way from Young Midoriya," she told her before turning around and looking through a microscope, analyzing something (presumably the virus). "I'm sorry that it has to be this way, dearie, but it's the only way." Recovery Girl said before a lightbulb went off in her head. "Hang on a second, dear, I have something for you to wear."
Uraraka (who was still stuck on the whole seducing part of what Shuzenji said) blanked for a moment, her mind conjuring all the lewd things she'd do to him to get her tasty reward before she shook herself out of it. "Something for me to wear? What is it?"
Recovery Girl rummaged around her desk, clearly looking for something before she found it moments after: It was a silver bracelet, no longer than 6 and 1/2 cm. It had a LED display on one side that appeared to be deactivated. "Give me your left arm, dearie," she asked, Ochaco providing said limb. "I'm sorry, this is going to hurt," Chiyo warned before clamping down the bracelet around Uraraka's wrist.
Pain came forth as the bracelet dug into her skin tightly, piercing through it. The brown-haired girl hissed in agony before it subsided. The bracelet's LED turned on with amber lettering, showing a time of "00 D 09 H 38 M 56 S."
"Ow, why'd you do that?! That hurt!" Uraraka complained, rubbing the area as the pain was lingering away.
"Sorry, it was necessary for the sync-procedure to occur," Recovery Girl explained, adopting a lecturing tone. "What you are wearing is what I created for the Lust Virus, called the Virus Marker. Uncreative, maybe, but it does its job well. Now that the Virus Marker is synced to you, it can now tell you how long you have before you die."
"Wait, you're telling me this bracelet tells me when I'm going to die?! How does that work?!" Uravity asked, incredulous as she tried to decipher the LED display.
"The Virus Marker tracks the progression of the Lust Virus, and changes both time and color to alert the wearer of what stage they're at. When it's green you have plenty of time, when orange/amber you are running out of time, and when at red you are experiencing the worst of the symptoms and are going to die soon. The LED display shows the time in the order of days, hours, minutes, then seconds. It also beeps at the user when the color changes, so the user isn't ignorant of what's happening."
Uraraka nodded her head, impressed that Recovery Girl managed to make something so useful in as little as two-three weeks. "So I'm going to…die? In only nine hours?"
The older woman shook her head, "Not if you get the suppressant in you, you won't. Starting in a few hours, everyone on the island besides Young Midoriya is going to get a Virus Marker on their wrist. Please note that they don't come off without extensive physical force/cutting, and that they will come off/deactivate when the virus is no longer in your system."
Ochaco looked at her wrist again, seeing that the display now read "00 D 09 H 30 M 04 S." She made a fist in her hand, knowing that she only had a limited time to survive. "Thanks, Recovery Girl, but I got to run if I'm going to survive to tomorrow," she thanked as she exited the Nurse's Office.
She needed to find him at all costs, so she roamed The HQ, searching for him.
Uraraka found Midoriya quite immediately at the reception desk with Momo. The two of them were putting in password after password into the ancient computer, trying their best to either guess their way past the password authentication or bypass through hacking (the latter skill they both didn't have). Seeing him with Momo all close like that made her feel a pang of jealousy for some reason.
"Have we tried 123456?" the green-haired student asked, adopting a thinking pose.
"Yes, and practically all variations of it. How about Abernathy as the password?" Yaoyorozu suggested, typing the password in before it gave a red font of "DENIED." "Damnit, I mean, darn it! Come on, what could it be?!" Momo despaired as she slumped forward.
Midoriya patted her on the back good-naturedly as he finally noticed the brown-haired girl. "Hey, Uraraka. What's up?" he asked, a smile on his face.
"Hey, Deku," she greeted, her face tinting a bit more red at the thought of what she must do to survive. "Can I talk to you for a bit? Alone?" she asked, looking down at the floor/anywhere else besides his handsome face.
"Oh, um, sure. Where to?" he answered, surprise all over his face.
"Follow me," Ochaco said as she walked to the stairway, going up to the second floor where there was no one to bother them. They entered the bedroom, filled with five beds. She led him to his bed in particular before asking, "Deku, did Recovery Girl tell you about the bracelets?"
His face scrunched up in confusion, "What bracelets?"
Uraraka propped up her left arm, showcasing her new (permanet) apparel, particularly the LED display to her friend. It showed a time of "00 D 09 H 28 M 56 S" and it was a smidgen more darker shade of amber now. "This is what Recovery Girl created. It's called a Virus Marker. As you can see by the time, I only have 9 and a half hours left to live."
"Wait, what?! You're going to die soon?!" Midoriya freaked out. "How do we stop it?!"
Uraraka gave him a deadpan look before gesturing with her eyes to his breeches.
"Oh, yeah. Kinda forgot about that for a moment," he said, coughing at the end to dispel the awkwardness. "So, um, how should we do this? Do you wanna wait outside while I do my thing or—"
He was cut off from speaking when Uraraka sprung onto him, mashing her lips and (unfortunately) her teeth against his. Their teeth clanged together and made the two recoil a bit before the girl tried again, this time more gently. Their lips met and it was fury of passion, their tongues exchanging saliva and battling for dominance. To her surprise Midoriya won the battle and was asserting his dominance to her, making her weak in the knees.
She made an effort to take off her shirt before Midoriya helped her, the both of them stripping as they made out, never once leaving each other's mouths. She felt something long, hot, and stiff pressing against her navel; she looked down to find Izuku's member eagerly straining against his shorts, a small wet spot forming at the tip. Hungrily she ripped his shorts down, underwear and all. His hot rod was dripping precum from their make-out sesh, the tower of lust bobbing slightly as if aching to be touched. "Is this for me, Deku?"
He nodded dumbly, a little lost in the haze of lust in his mind.
"Good," she said before pushing him over on his bed. She crawled her way over to him, straddling him so that their private parts were touching and was only separated by a thin layer of underwear from Uraraka. "Deku, I want you inside me so badly. Can I put it in?" she moaned out, rubbing his cock against her virgin flower, it sending sparks of what seemed to be electricity through the both of them.
Midoriya blanched at her request before stuttering it out, "D—do you r—really want to do i—it with…me?"
Uraraka nodded her head with a smile, "Of course, Deku. I've always wanted to do it with you since…for a long time. I want my first time to be with you," she banished his negative thoughts away. "I'm putting it in," she warned as she moved aside her pink underwear and lowered herself down his girthy dick.
It absolutely filled her in a way that was indescribable, something telling her that this was right, that a hole she didn't know she had inside of her was being filled. His cock went a inch or two before being stopped by a thin membrane, her hymen. Izuku looked to her and she looked to him, the latter nodding her head to give the okay to break it. With a small thrust upwards with his hips the hymen broke, and she began to bleed on his cock as he it reached and itched and touched the most sensitive nodes inside of her warm, moist cavern, his huge dick reaching to her womb. It gave it a small kiss as the two of them touched, both of their eyes rolling to the back of their head at the sheer pleasure (and slight pain for one of them).
Uraraka rose her hips, moaning a bit as she felt him leave her, before she settled it back down, her breath hitching as she was filled completely once more. She did this again, and again, and again, before she gained a rhythm of plopping up and down on his girthy dick. Izuku met her rising and lowering hips with perfectly-timed thrusts of his own hips, adding to their pleasure. The two of them were sweating and panting like animals, and at one point Midoriya launched his mouth to her left tit, suckling on it like a baby for its mother. It tasted and felt divine, the squishy mound of fat feeling heavenly in his rough hands as he kneaded it, going off of pure instincts. She was in utter bliss as she felt his dick begin to swell and somehow grow even bigger inside her, it twitching in anticipation.
"Uraraka—"
"No! Call me Ochaco when we're like this, Izuku!" she begged, panting heavily.
"Ochaco…I'm g—gonna c—cum, so get o—off me," he urged, doing his best not to cum from her ministrations. Uraraka was having none of that though, and decided to flex the inner walls of her pussy, making Izuku's head go flying back on his pillow in euphoria.
"I want it in my pussy so badly, Deku. Give. Me. Your. Cum!" she demanded, going up and down even faster as she flexed her inner muscles. He finally couldn't take it anymore and erupted inside of her, her own multiple orgasms following suit behind him. His cum went straight into her womb, which it greedily took, filling his partner like an overstuffed turkey.
His cock acted as a stopper, not allowing any of his cum to seep out of her. He breathed in and out rapidly, trying to catch his breath as Uraraka lied down on top of him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Then something in the room beeped twice, Uravity slowly sitting up on his slowly shrinking dick to look at her Virus Marker on her wrist, which was now a bright green color that read "02 D 14 H 52 M 04 S."
"Thanks…for…the…cum, Deku," she slowly got out, lifting her hips to remove his penis from her. It came out with a flop onto his stomach, his cum dripping out of her pussy in big drippings. She missed the full feeling she felt when he was inside her, but for now she could bear it. Ochaco was going to thank Deku for the experience when she noticed that he was so tired that he fell asleep.
How rude of him, but she wouldn't hold it against him, as she was quite tired herself. She nestled into the crook of his arm, feeling a sense of protection emanating from him as she went to sleep. She dreamed of being back at school with all of her friends, and dating Midoriya in the public, them going out on dates to an ice cream parlor and sharing a banana split. He would feed her a spoonful and she'd do the same, a smile on both their faces.
How wonderfully naive of Uraraka Ochaco.