"Ladies and gentlemen ... the moment you've been waiting for."
Behind the purple curtain, Izuku took a deep breath.
He was thankfully hidden enough behind the heavy drape, peeking out a bit to have a look at what they were doing on the stage and wincing a bit at the bright light shining in his eyes. Thankfully, after his eyes adjusted, he could make out Himiko finishing up her dance, slowly rising from where she was laying on the stage and raising her head to the ceiling, licking her lips as she turned to look around at the crowd as she licked her lips, and smirked as several people hollered for her. Slowly and teasingly rising to her feet, being sure to pop out her ass barely restrained by the red silky panties she was wearing, she began to saunter her way off stage towards the back, flipping her long blonde hair that had somehow fallen out of the two buns on her head behind her shoulder as she walked off.
Izuku, of course, tried not to roll his eyes at his mentor's wide, pleasured smile as she purposefully swayed her hips exiting the stage - she never felt more confident than when she was on stage, practically basking in the attention that she received from her 'adoring public'. But hey, he wasn't gonna kink shame. This wasn't the place for it, anyway.
"It's time for our boy to come on and have a show put on for him!"
Moving past the curtain, and passing him by, Himiko let out a hungry giggle, and immediately moved to press herself against Izuku, one hand grabbing his crotch and the other tucking her face into his neck. Izuku tried not to jump too much as she squeezed on his cock hidden by the green silky thong he was wearing, and her mouth opened so she could slowly lick up his neck, causing him to tremble a bit as he bit his lip.
"Fuck," She breathed, "I'm so fucking turned on right now."
"Well, uh ..." He muttered, unable to hide a small smile, "... I kinda need to go on stage in a few seconds, so I guess if you wanted to ..."
"Yeah, yeah," She giggled, pressing a kiss against his neck as she started moving away, "I was just teasing. If I wanted to have my soul sucked out through my vagina, I'd have Tsuyu eat me out. Which is probably gonna happen once we get back home."
"But which of these pretty young ladies will he choose?"
Finally moving past him, Himiko was unable to resist giving him one more tease, throwing her hand down to swat his butt - which, due to the thong he was wearing, meant that a loud clap of skin meeting skin sounded through the air, and Izuku jumped a bit before he rolled his eyes.
"Don't think that you and I won't be having a little fun eventually," Himiko giggled as she continued to saunter towards the back, "it's been too long, Izu - I gotta make sure your skills are still sharp."
"Okay, okay," Izuku shook his head while smiling a bit at his mentor's antics, but soon enough he quickly shook his head, taking a moment to hop up and down and trying to fix a more confident, suave expression on his face - while trying to ignore how his right hand was shaking slightly.
"The one ..."
Straightening his back, Izuku reached up to grab the heavy curtain.
"... the only ..."
Taking a deep breath, he pulled the curtain back, revealing himself to the audience.
"... Deku!"
With their manager announcing his name over the speaker, Izuku stepped out onto the stage, hearing several catcalls from the audience of the strip club at the sight of his scarred, muscular arms and the definition on his chest, with Izuku having done a few crunches before he came on stage to really emphasize them. Izuku stood there for a moment, having long pushed down his nervousness being on stage as he hooked his thumb through the thong he was wearing, walking out while looking around for the two girls he was supposed to do a show for while giving the crowd a confident grin.
Glancing around, he was relieved to see the two girls making their way towards him - the lights shining in his eyes meant it was still kind of difficult to see - and he looked around as Setsuna briefly paused to blow a kiss to some guy throwing a few yen on stage, giggling as she scooped it up and tucked it in her panties. Nejire, meanwhile, wrapped her arm around Izuku and pressed herself against him, the sound of her giggling in his ear sending a small thrill of pleasure through him.
Izuku tried to smile confidently as Setsuna finally reached him, slinking her way into his arms, and Izuku went limp as both girls put on the act of tugging him back and forth, sending each other a small pout as they seemingly 'argued' about who was going to be with him for this dance.
"Ooh, what's this?" Their manager giggled over the intercom, "Are our girls having a little splat? Fighting over who's gonna put on a show for our boy? What do you think, Deku? Which of our beautiful girls do you prefer? Just be careful not to break the other's heart ...!"
As several people cheered, Setsuna and Nejire leaned in so that they were both pretty much face to face, Izuku trying to keep himself cool as Setsuna grounded her hips into his side, and Nejire leaned in to nibble on his ear, causing Izuku's face to twist in pleasure - definitely playing it up for the crowd, of course, but still feeling a small spike of pleasure pass through him as Nejire gently bit on his earlobe.
"Okay," He muttered to them both, using his hands to slowly rub their backs, "so who needs a break?"
"Nej," Setsuna said in a quiet voice as well, taking Izuku's wrist to pointedly drag his hand along her body, and cooed when he took the hint and teasingly ran his fingers along the band of her panties, "you head on back, sweetie - you've been on stage for about twenty minutes, you should take a break to go cool off."
"Aw," Nejire pouted as she licked the shell of Izuku's ear, "but I wanted to dance with Izu ..."
"Next time, baby."
Thankfully, Nejire didn't offer any other complaint, letting Setsuna pretend to shove her away, and gave an exaggerated pout as Setsuna smugly wrapped herself around Izuku, and everyone in the crowd cheered as Nejire pretended to stomp off stage where she could thankfully take a break. Izuku pretended to shake his head at Setsuna's smugness, playfully smacking her ass as Setsuna let out a giggle, and prompting several more catcalls and cheers from the crowd.
Now that they were alone on the stage, Setsuna moved away from where she had been draping herself over Izuku, guiding him over to a chair propped up near the back of the stage that had been prepared while holding his hands in hers. Izuku smiled a bit as he was pushed down into the wooden chair, sitting down a bit hard as Setsuna rested her hands on his shoulders, and leaned in so that she could draw her tongue along his jaw, being sure to angle her butt out to the audience to get their attention on that and not the two whispering strippers.
"Anything I should be doing?" Izuku asked, trying not to bite his lip as Setsuna's sharp teeth nibbled on his jaw a bit.
"Not until the end," She giggled lowly, "just sit back, relax, look sexy, and take my hints."
Nodding, Izuku did as instructed and slowly leaned back, relaxing in the chair and spreading his legs out as Setsuna threw her long green hair out of her face, bringing it up to bunch over her head as she slowly moved her hips back and forth, before she let her hair go to fall over her shoulders and face as she turned back towards the cheering crowds. Izuku leaned back to appreciate the view, playing up the 'smug, enjoying himself' persona as he glanced up and down her muscular back.
As the loud music began playing again, Setsuna bent down, and backed herself slowly up so as to press her ass into his stomach, with Izuku looking up at the crowd with a smug grin as he slowly ran his hand down her back, Setsuna likewise looking up so she could give the audience a look at her pleasured, giggling face as his hands slowly rubbed up and down her hips.
For them, it was pretty much what they always did together at this point - Izuku usually let the girls lead with what routines they wanted to do, having spent lots and lots of time in the gym Nemuri rented out for them to practice their dances, and it had been a long time since Izuku had been genuinely flustered by something his coworkers did. He would allow them to wrap their arms and bodies around him, letting his hands slowly move around their bodies and giving the audience looks as though to say, 'I can touch them but you can't', or sometimes they would do an act of the girls playing 'hard to get' while dancing around Izuku's attempts to grab them.
But it always resulted in yen being thrown onto the stage for them. Either for Setsuna, or for Izuku - Nemuri's club was prominently open for those who would enjoy looking at both of them, so nights where both boys and girls were paired together usually resulted with them walking off stage a few hundred thousand yen richer than they had been when they walked on.
So for now, Izuku just went along with Setsuna's dance, letting her sit in his lap as she raised her hands to rub through Izuku's soft hair, moving her hips back and forth to rub against his crotch and make him tense a bit, Izuku's hands rubbing her muscular stomach and slowly dragging his fingertips up and down, making the girl in his lap sigh in bliss as the music blasted above them, making their chests beat along with the bass as Setsuna used her quirk to disconnect her lower half, letting her upper body suddenly float up and move behind Izuku as she teasingly nipped at his ear, letting her hands disconnect to move and spread her legs up.
The dance went on for another few minutes, Setsuna using her quirk and natural flexibility to move provocatively around Izuku, several times drawing near his face as to to tease him with a kiss before she would move away. Izuku knew this specific routine, playing along for now as his hands played with her body as she used her quirk to move around. At some point, another hand fell on Izuku's shoulder, and he looked up to see Denki joining them, grinning as he cupped Setsuna's chin and almost moved in as though to kiss her - only for Setsuna to playfully push him away, and smushed her face against Izuku's as the crowd laughed at Denki's despaired look at her rejection, and quietly walked off stage with his shoulders slumped.
It was, of course, also part of their routine - Denki would usually be the guy who got shoved around by the girls while Izuku, Shouto, Mirio and Mezo were praised by them. There wasn't anything personal, of course - everyone in this establishment had touched each other enough that such displays of eroticism didn't really affect them anymore.
Finally, as the song reached its climax, Setsuna brought her body back together and began practically grinding in Izuku's lap, facing him as she sat on his legs, and Izuku knew it was time to act. As though he had enough of her teasing, Izuku pushed himself up out of the chair, Setsuna wrapping her arms and legs around him so she didn't fall to the floor, and Izuku purposefully shoved the chair back to clatter along the stage, carrying her over to the pole, and slamming her against it.
They had done this kind of thing so many times, it was easy to make it look like he actually slammed her against the metal rod, and Izuku couldn't help but admire Setsuna's acting as she threw her head back as though she were in pain, although her wink aimed towards him confirmed that she was okay. Izuku tried to ignore his trembling hand as he slowly brought Setsuna down so that he was holding her up, using the shaking hand to grab her hair in a tight grip and bring her face down so their foreheads were touching, while using his non-shaking hand to hold her up by grabbing her ass.
Trusting Setsuna to have secured herself enough to not fall off, Izuku brought the unshaking hand up, smoothly rubbing up and down her back and playing with the straps of her bra, and then unclipped them and bringing the bra down. Unluckily for the people on the side trying to get a look, Setsuna was quick to arch her back, pressing her naked breasts against his broad chest to hide them, but giving everyone a look at her chest pushing against his.
Taking the bra from him, Setsuna giggled as she playfully moved it around the back of his neck, and Izuku knew it was time for the finale, moving in to lightly brush their noses together while Setsuna opened her mouth, seductively licking her lips.
"What're you waiting for, Parsley ...?" She giggled lowly, and Izuku finally gave in as he opened his own mouth, and let her slowly push it inside before he used the hand in his hair to bring her in for a kiss.
As Setsuna made sure to moan loudly into his mouth as their tongues began to wrestle, the audience cheered loudly for Izuku as he seemingly finally got some validation after an entire dance of nothing but teases. Slowly, while brushing her hair to let the audience see her naked, muscular back, Izuku brought her off the pole and began carrying her off stage, feeling himself smile a bit into the kiss as he heard the sound of coins hitting the stage behind them as everyone threw their money onto the stage.
As Kyouka and Himiko moved on stage to collect the money, Izuku continued to bring Setsuna off stage, their tongues wrestling for dominance as they moved behind the curtain ...
... and then, as they finally moved away from view of the crowd, they moved away from their kiss, gasping for breath as Izuku carefully put her back down, keeping mind of her heels as he put her carefully down on the hardwood floor.
"Whew!" Setsuna raised a hand to rub her sweaty forehead, wiping it on the towel beside them as she raised it for a high five. "That was awesome, dude! Gotta say, I thought you came at the pool almost a little too quick, there, I thought I was gonna bang my head."
"Oh, sorry," Izuku winced, still raising his own hand so they could high five, and he handed her back her bra as they began walking over to the changing room, "I had thought that I came at the pole a little fast - it didn't hurt, did it? I saw you wink."
"Oh, yeah, I caught myself before we hit, I was bracing," Setsuna confirmed, both of them passing by Denki as he struggled to get in his leather pants for the next show, and Setsuna slipped on her bra quickly to cover herself now that no one was watching her, "anyway, I think you and I are good for the rest of the night - Nemuri was talking with us girls about what we do when we get dragged off stage by one of the guys, so we're just gonna give the impression that we're 'relieving the tension'."
"Yeah, yeah," Izuku chuckled, walking with her into the changing room and watching as Setsuna sat down in her chair, letting out a sigh as she stretched her arms above her head. Now that they were near the mirror, Izuku glanced at his reflection, and felt himself sigh - Tsuyu's attempts to make him look 'pretty' ended up just getting glitter all over his face, making him frown a bit at his reflection.
God, this was going to be torture to get off.
"Well," He sighed, scratching his cheek, "I guess if we gotta stay off the stage for the rest of the night, I should go get cleaned up - I think I'm gonna be trying to scrub glitter off my skin for weeks."
"Oh, god, yeah, you look like you got glitter bombed." Setsuna giggled, and then blinked, realizing how close their faces had been, and quickly whirled around to look at her own reflection to make sure she didn't get any glitter on her during their make out. As she scratched at her face in slight paranoia, Izuku began to make his way over to the showers, waving to his friend as he made his way out of the changing room, passing by Nejire and politely looking away as she switched her bras and tossed the slightly sweaty one into the laundry bin they kept all their dirty clothes in to take to the laundromat to get washed.
Stepping into the showers, Izuku let out a small sigh as he stood there for a moment, reaching for the small knot on the speedo and letting it drop off him as he stood in the dark room for a moment - and then he felt himself sigh as he continued to feel his hand shake, raising it up to his face to glare at his palm. The scar on his palm made him scowl, and he grabbed the wrist as though hoping he would be able to calm down the trembling.
"Damn it," He muttered to himself, staring at his shaking fingers for a moment as he let out a frustrated noise, and then moved it back down as he kicked the thong over to the corner so he could go and turn on the shower and try to clean up. He would just need to grab some of his medication afterwards, and hopefully the shaking would calm down so he could get some sleep tonight.
And so he turned on the shower, hearing the sound of the strip club's music blaring through the walls.
"Alright!" Nemuri announced in a happy voice as she strolled over to stand near the bar, smiling as everyone looked around at her, "Sign's been flipped, so we're almost done for the evening, pretties. I've got all the money we collected tonight locked up in the office, so I'm going to be coming in early tomorrow to count everything up and divide it. Izu, Set, great job tonight, you'll be getting a little extra this week."
"Hell yeah!" Setsuna cheered from her spot near the table, dressed in her t-shirt and jeans while everyone around her chuckled at her antics. Everyone was now changed and back into their casual clothes, with Izuku, Nejire, Setsuna, Himiko and Kyouka back in their comfy clothes, while the bouncers from out front and the barkeepers standing behind the counter watched as Nemuri addressed her workers, the woman dressed up in her comfy coat as she turned to walk up the stairs to the front door.
"I'm gonna take off now," She told them, "I've got a meeting with Bami tomorrow afternoon about possible renovations, so I have to make sure I've got all my notes together, and I've also gotta get ready for our interviews tomorrow. So just remember, Kyouka - you're on tomorrow night, I'll ask Hizashi to get your playlist ready. Ken, Eiji, make sure you get all those empty bottles out in the bin for the truck tomorrow. And Izu, I remember tomorrow's your day off, so if I see you step even one foot in here tomorrow, I'm gonna have Cathleen toss you out into the garbage."
"Yes, ma'am," Izuku muttered shamefully, while the rest of the dancers (sans Shouto) giggled at his shame.
"Now, that's it from me! Goodnight!"
Everyone quickly wished Nemuri a good night as she walked up the stairs towards the exit, giving them all a wave and wink as she adjusted her coat around her shoulders and moved through the door, disappearing from sight. The velvet club's low lightning was thankfully turned all the way back up so that they could have a look at the floor they needed to clean up. As everyone moved to start cleaning up, Tetsutetsu and Rikido headed out onto the floor near the stage, already doing a game of rock-paper-scissiors to determine who would be cleaning up if they found anyone's ... excitement.
Back at the bar, Izuku let out a sigh as he grabbed one of the brooms from the closet, chuckling as Setsuna bumped her butt into him teasingly, and moved back around to the table to begin cleaning. The shower hadn't really helped with getting some of the glitter off his face, but at least it didn't look like someone sneezed the stuff all over his face, and he let out a small hum as he began sweeping away some of the dust and napkins on the floor as the rest of the dancers started helping out Itsuka, Eijirou and Hanta with cleaning up the bar.
With a grunt, Itsuka took one of the boxes of empty bottles off the counter, the guys and girls trying not to glance at how her arms flexed as she lifted up the heavy box and began walking towards the back to where the recycling bin was, and Izuku, Shouto, Denki, Setsuna and Kyouka continued to sweep along the ground as they chatted, Mirio, Nejire, Tsuyu and Himiko heading onto the floor to clean up the front of the stage with their mops.
"So, Eiji," Setsuna let out a sigh as she moved around the bar, moving around Hanta scrubbing the counter while cleaning the floor, "do you mind giving me a lift home tonight? I'd ask Reiko to come get me, but she's got a date with Yui tonight and I don't wanna make her come for me."
"Oh, yeah, it's all good!" The redhead confirmed, grunting as he lifted his own box of empty bottles up onto the counter so he could count them and make note of what they needed to order, "I told Baku-Bro not to wait up for me, and he's usually in bed at eight anyway. What about you, Mido-Bro?" He turned to look at Izuku, seeing him blink and look around at him, "You need a ride home? Or is Todo-bro helping you out?"
"Er - thanks, Eijirou," Izuku smiled at his gracious offer as he moved over towards the wall, "but, uh, Shouto and I drove separately tonight, so I gotta take the car home. I've got some homework to do before Monday anyway, so I should be heading home - y'know, unless someone needs a ride."
"Homework?" Eijirou repeated, blinking for a moment, and then his eyes widened in horror. "Ah, shit! I have an assignment due tomorrow night! Ah, fuck, shit, fuck!"
"Relax, man," Hanta chuckled, continuing to wipe down the counter, "you got tomorrow off, don't you? Just do it then."
"Yeah, but I was gonna go to the gym tomorrow with Tetsu-Bro!"
Before any of them could roll their eyes into the back of their skulls at the comical look of despair on Eijirou's face, the door to the back suddenly slammed open again. Jumping, everyone looked around as Itsuka stormed her way back inside, slamming the door behind her while positively fuming, a look of obvious disgust and discomfort on her face.
"Uh ... Ken?" Setsuna asked in a concerned voice as her friend made her way back behind the bar to grab some glasses to take to the back for cleaning, "You okay? What's wrong?"
"The asshole from before," She scowled, glancing up at Eijirou and Hanta as they both straightened up, "I saw him out back in his car when I was putting the bottles in the bin."
"An asshole?" Kyouka blinked, while Eijirou and Hanta's expressions both darkened considerably.
"Yeah, some guy came up to the bar trying to hit on me earlier," Itsuka explained shortly as she grabbed the cloth from underneath the bar, "I played along initially, but then he started trying to touch my hand, wanted to try convincing me to come home with him. I told him eventually to go away, and then he grabbed my wrist. Eijirou threatened to break his off if he didn't let go, and he fucked off."
"But he's still here?" Shouto furrowed his brow. "Outside?"
"Yeah, in his car. He was looking right at me."
"Oh, fuck no," Eijirou let out a growl, taking off his apron and tossing it to a chair as he started making his way around the bar to head towards the exit, but Itsuka was quick to reach over and grab his shoulder to stop him.
"Not much point, sweetie," She shook her head, letting out a small sigh, "he took off once I actually got a look at him. I bet he's still around, though - this just means it's gonna take a little while longer to get home tonight. And, uh, I might have to do the boyfriend protocol."
"Oh, shit," Hanta blinked in surprise, "boyfriend protocol? This must be pretty serious."
"Well, subtle, he was not," Itsuka huffed, putting the dishcloth on her shoulder as she shook her head, "he couldn't stop looking at my tits the entire time he was looking at me. So anyway, is it cool if I head home with either of you guys tonight?"
"Sorry, Ken," Hanta apologized, looking pretty regretful as he played with the back of his apron, "I actually asked Shouto if he could give me a ride home tonight, mine's still in the shop."
"And I'm already helping Set get home," Eijirou winced, "and I know Rikido's gonna be taking Denki and Ky home, and Mirio's taking Nej, Himiko and Tsuyu. Sorry, Ken."
"Ah, shit," Itsuka grumbled, and then looked over at Izuku as he continued to absently sweep the floor, apparently having been doing that the entire time since she came back in, "What about you, Izu? Can you help me out with the boyfriend protocol?"
"H-huh?" Izuku blinked, looking around at the small group near the bar while looking confused, and then, with everyone turning to give him a look, he grimaced awkwardly, "Oh, uh - s-sorry, I wasn't - uh - I was kinda spacing out. S-sorry."
"My dude," Setsuna chortled while Eijirou, Hanta and Kyouka shook their heads at him, and he gave them a weak grimace.
"Asshole from earlier," Itsuka quickly reiterated, thankfully just looking a bit amused by his spacing out, "he's hanging out around the front and side doors, waiting for me in his car. And everyone else is already taking other people home, and I need Tetsu to get my bike home if I'm gonna do something about this guy. Do you mind if we do the boyfriend protocol?"
"Oh," Izuku blinked, a small blush appearing on his cheeks, but he still nodded quickly as he put the broom down near the table, "oh, yeah, that's - that's fine, Kendou, I can help you out."
"You sure? I know we haven't ever done the protocol together. Actually, have you -?"
"Yeah, I did it with Himiko and Nejire before. Do you want me to stay on the couch tonight, just to be safe?"
"Huh? You sure, bro?" Eijirou asked, looking shocked. "I know you said you had homework tonight."
"Yeah, it's fine," Izuku confirmed, turning back to Itsuka as she gave him a concerned look, "I can work on it tomorrow morning when I get back, it isn't much. Er - but if I am staying over, if it's not much trouble, do you mind if we stop someplace quick to pick up some food? I didn't get a chance to eat after school today."
"I've got some leftovers in the fridge," She waved her hand in the air, "it's all yours."
"Okay, awesome."
"And, uh," Her cheeks looked a bit red, "you sure you're good to do the boyfriend protocol with me? If you aren't comfortable -"
"N-no, it's fine," Izuku waved his hand a bit in the air, although his cheeks were still somewhat red, "just, uh ... you have some mints, right? Just to be safe."
"Of course I do, babe. Okay, well, if that's that, I guess we can finish cleaning up and -"
"No," Shouto shook his head, drawing their attention as Izuku's roommate continued to sweep the floor as he glanced between them, "it's better to get this done now before this guy sneaks away, and he tries to stalk you when you're not expecting him. I say you two should head out early - we'll let Nemuri know what happened, it's all good. I'll see you at home tomorrow, Izuku."
"Er ... okay," Izuku nodded, not entirely comfortable with leaving cleanup early but knowing that his roommate had a good point - it would be better to take care of this now instead of forgetting about it, and having this guy follow Itsuka home and make her life extremely difficult. Turning to look back at Itsuka, who was likewise looking unsure about leaving early but still knowing better than to argue with everyone.
"So, uh, in that case -"
"Yeah, let me just grab my coat."
"Alright, sounds good."
With that, the two began making their way over to the coat closet, Izuku putting the broom against the wall and thanking everyone for covering them before he followed Itsuka to where she kept her leather jacket, watching her slip it over her tank top and zip it up a bit. After waving bye to everyone and promising to see them all Monday, the two young adults exited the club through the back, with Izuku automatically taking Itsuka's hand and entwining their fingers - the boyfriend protocol usually began the moment they stepped out of the club.
Once they were outside in the alley, they walked down while keeping their hands joined and moved out onto the street to head to the parking lot, Itsuka looking around carefully while Izuku rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. As they walked, Itsuka's eyes scanned around as they entered the parking lot, and her eyes finally found what she was looking for, her frown deepening as she looked around at Izuku.
"He's still here," She muttered, "asshole in the white car. Don't look."
Izuku nodded, keeping his eyes locked on his car in the distance as they walked through the parking lot, Itsuka automatically wrapping her arm around his. He could see the asshole's car lights shining in his peripheral vision, which at least assured him that whoever was trying to stalk Itsuka, he wasn't smart enough to leave his lights off. And if he wasn't thinking things through, that meant that maybe ...
His mind made up as they reached his car, Izuku climbed into the driver's seat while Itsuka moved into the passenger's side, both of them closing their doors and letting out a sigh as they buckled themselves in, and Itsuka remembered to reach into her purse for the mints, taking out a few and passing them to Izuku.
"Oh, thank you," He smiled at her, popping them into his mouth before speaking, "so he's not the smart kind of stalker, if he's not trying to remain unnoticed."
"Either that, or he's thinking with his dick and not with his head," Itsuka sighed, "so what's the plan? Should we try to take the long way home in case he tries to follow?"
"No," Izuku shook his head, "then he'll just stalk the club to try and find you on your own. I've got an idea, but it might take us a bit longer to get home. Do you mind?"
"Well, if it gets rid of Mr. Casanova over there, I won't be complaining."
Inserting the key and turning it on, Izuku began pulling out of the driveway and drove out onto the road, glancing at his mirrors. As expected, the guy didn't exactly take the hint when the object of his lust came out holding some other guy's hand, and was currently following them. With a small groan, Izuku shook his head, adjusting the mirror so he could keep his eye on the white car, and glanced around at Itsuka.
As he could plainly see, she was looking pretty uncomfortable as her eyes flickered towards the mirror, so he reached out to pat her hand, getting her attention as he smiled at her.
"Don't worry," He gently assured her, "I've got this."
Itsuka at least smiled at that, turning her hand so she could give his a squeeze.
Thankfully, it didn't take long to get to Katsuki's apartment - he lived a relatively close distance to the club, in a nice apartment complex he shared with Eijirou, with glass windows stretching from ceiling to floor and a nice garden out front. Definitely a place that Katsuki - with his job as a doctor at the Musutafu General Hospital - could easily afford, and let Eijirou live with him relatively rent free (although Eijirou insisted on helping with the bills). And thankfully, a talk with Izuku and Nemuri, about stalkers in the club, had Katsuki easily agreeing to help out with them, with the unspoken agreement that they don't 'drag any other shit into his house', as he would put it.
So basically, he helped with the stalkers, as long as the stalkers were all he had to deal with. Easy enough.
As Izuku pulled up to the parking spot beside the building, thanking every god above that it wasn't taken, Itsuka blinked in confusion at the sight of the apartment building.
"Eiji's place?" She questioned him.
"Yeah," Izuku nodded, turning off the car and looking around for Itsuka's stalker, hearing Itsuka unbuckle her own seatbelt as he searched the road behind them. Just as he thought for a moment that they were in the clear, however, Izuku saw lights suddenly flash in the rear view mirror, and he watched, his expression darkening, as the familiar white car slowed down at the sight of Izuku's own car parked beside the building, and slowly passed by so he could do a four-point turn to park on the other side of the street.
"Ah, fuck me, he's parking," Itsuka groaned, shaking her head as Izuku sighed and took the key out of the ignition, turning off the car, "it's times like this I wish we could just drive to the police station to let them deal with these assholes."
"Yeah, but Nemuri doesn't want cops around the club," Izuku shook his head, grimacing, "so that's a no go. Do, uh - are we doing the next step in boyfriend protocol?"
"I think so."
"Okay," Izuku nodded, his cheeks turning red again as he swallowed the mints in his mouth, turning to look at his coworker as she likewise turned to him in her seat, working her way out of the leather jacket just in case it got in the way, and felt himself gulp again as she licked her lips to moisturize them. "Uh - sorry in advance if I get some glitter on you. I tried to scrub it all off in the shower, but I definitely missed some."
"It's fine, I'm probably gonna hop in the shower when I get back home anyway," Itsuka shrugged, and then reached over to cup his cheek, "Now c'mere, baby."
Chuckling at the affectionate nickname, Izuku leaned over the console as Itsuka took his face in her hands, and they both hummed as they shared a kiss in full view of the asshole's car. Trying to keep his shaking hand still, Izuku's own hands rose to the back of her head, keeping his eyes squinted at the car as he and Itsuka opened their mouths, their tongues pressing together as one of Itsuka's hands fell to his chest to rub up and down.
As one could guess, it was standard procedure for the boyfriend protocol - should a stalker try to follow one of the girls home, one of the guys - who, by the way, were all quite muscular and scary up close - would pose as their boyfriend, and try the 'make out' procedure in order to get the assholes to back off. Thankfully, Izuku was all too used to kissing his coworkers, so he wasn't freaking out as much as he did at first when he did this with Himiko and Nejire - but he hadn't done this with Itsuka before, so he did feel his cheeks burn a bit as their tongues rolled together in their mouths.
"Mmph, fuck," Itsuka moaned into his lips, unable to stop herself, as Izuku dragged her over the console and into his seat, letting Itsuka crawl into his lap as they continued to make out. Izuku kept one eye open and aimed at the white car as Itsuka grabbed the back of his head, grinding her hips against his stomach as she tried to keep herself from accidentally leaning back and pressing her butt against the horn. And to Izuku's annoyance, the white car didn't drive away at all, and due to the darkness of the night, he couldn't see the guy.
But the car was definitely parked and turned off.
"Damn it," He grunted, separating their lips and moving to kiss Itsuka's throat, "he's still there."
"Agh, fuck," She groaned a bit, both in annoyance and at the way Izuku gently nibbled on her neck, "and I bet at this point, we're just giving him a show. Fine, then, let's just go inside."
With that, Izuku undid his seatbelt as Itsuka crawled back into her seat, and they both exited the car, Izuku quickly locking it behind them. To keep up appearances, Itsuka quickly pressed herself back up against him, and Izuku grabbed her ass in full view of the car, with Itsuka responding by rubbing her hand up and down his crotch and making him wince at how hard he was starting to get (and let's be honest, she was a bit turned on too, Itsuka bit her lip) and they began moving into the lobby.
As Izuku had a spare key, he inserted it into the door as Itsuka kissed at his neck, and soon they walked into the lobby and pressed the button to the elevator while continuing to kiss in full view of the street. Once the elevator arrived, they both moved in, Itsuka pushing Izuku up against the wall and rubbing against him as the doors slowly slid shut ...
... and then they both sighed as they separated, Itsuka moving back to lean against one wall and Izuku leaned against the other, rubbing his face as he reached over to press the button for Katsuki's floor.
"Sorry," Itsuka glanced down at the tent in his pants, going red as she glanced back up at his face, "went a bit hard there just to really sell it. Are you sure Bakugou wouldn't mind -?"
"Yeah, he's cool with it," Izuku nodded, looking up at the ceiling of the elevator to try and get the feeling of Itsuka's lips off his mind while going red, "Kacchan has an agreement with Nemuri to take care of any stalkers who stop by. If that guy sees what floor or room we're going to, and tries to knock on the door ... well, he'll be getting a surprise, that's for sure."
"So Himiko and Set have done this with you, too?"
"Yeah - it's, uh, it's how me and Nejire actually hooked up for the first time. Just ... not at Kacchan's place, of course."
"Yeah," Itsuka nodded, trailing off for a moment as she glanced back down at his crotch, and she awkwardly cleared her throat as she went a bit red, "uh ... anyway, sorry about ... uh ... riling you up. I mean, if you want ...?"
"O-oh, no, that's okay," Izuku shook his head, his face still red, "we won't be staying here very long anyway, just until that asshole leaves, and by the time he does that I'll have calmed down. And Kacchan's made it clear that we're not supposed to do that kind of stuff in his apartment, that's the line he drew when we asked if we could do this."
"That's fair," Itsuka nodded, turning to look away at the floor they were making their way up to - and then Izuku glanced at her, and blinked.
"Oh, hold on, you've got ..." Izuku leaned forward, seeing a bit of glitter on the side of her mouth and grimacing, and used his hand to gently wipe it away. Instead of recoiling back, thankfully, Itsuka let out a small giggle as he brushed his finger against her mouth, although her cheeks did go red at the intimate action and Izuku was quick to back up again as the elevator slowed and dinged, the doors opening to reveal Katsuki's floor.
Walking out together, Itsuka was quick to jump into Izuku's arms, cooing a bit as he grabbed her butt with both hands, and Izuku made sure to purposefully pass by the large window as slowly as he could, just in case the asshole was down there watching the windows, just so he got a look at Izuku carrying Itsuka down the hallway while she pressed her face into his neck, although Izuku did gasp as Itsuka was unable to resist giving his throat a light bite to tease him (well, he was palming her ass, after all, so he couldn't really blame her).
Once they were past the window, Izuku put her back down, and together, they made their way over to Katsuki's door, Izuku sighing as he straightened his shirt, and raised his hand as he gave the door a quick but crisp knock.
It only took a few minutes, but soon the sound of the door clicking made them both back up, and soon the door was pulled open, and Katsuki, wearing his bed shirt and a pair of pajama pants, gave them both a dirty look as he poked his head out.
"What the fuck do you want?" He grumbled, "I was sleeping."
"We've got a stalker trying to follow Itsuka home," Izuku quickly explained, "we just need to hang out for a few minutes until he leaves."
There was a small pause, and then Katsuki let out a small groan as he pulled the door open properly, stepping aside so that they could come in.
"Fuck," He shook his head, "so does that mean some asshole's gonna try and stalk my apartment again?"
"Izuku did say that you and Nemuri had an agreement," Itsuka pointed out as Izuku led the way inside.
"Yeah, and I'll handle the asshole. It's just annoying. Anyway, is Eijirou comin' home later tonight?"
"Yeah, he just needs to give Set a ride home. Don't know when he'll be back, though."
Katsuki huffed as he shut the door behind them, cracking his neck as Izuku and Itsuka walked inside, and he stretched his arms above his head to get some of the kinks out while his two guests walked over to the couch to have a seat.
As Izuku sat down, he felt himself frown at a dull throb in his right hand, glancing down to pout at it as he gave it a small shake - and then squeaked when his stomach suddenly and loudly growled.
"The fuck?" Katsuki looked around at Izuku with an incredulous expression while Itsuka fought down a small giggle. "Was that you, Deku?"
"Uh, yeah," Izuku nodded, looking embarrassed as he glanced around, "might have skipped dinner tonight, I was running a little late to work."
"You fucking dumbass," Katsuki growled at him, locking the door behind him as he stomped into the kitchen, Izuku sighing as he sunk his shoulders, "of course you would skip dinner when your job is to do literal fucking acrobatics on a tiny stage. The fuck are you thinking, shitty nerd? What, that you'll magically feel full if one of those sex workers lets you hump their asses?"
"They're strippers, Kacchan," Izuku said in a tired voice, already having had this argument with his old friend, "not sex workers. At least, not the majority of us."
"Then what's the fucking difference?!" The sound of the refrigerator opening and then slamming shut filled the apartment. "All I know is that you're such a dipshit you'd probably forget your brain if it was possible for it to leave your body!"
Stomping back into the living room, Katsuki let out a grunt as he forced a bowl of shichimi togarashi into Izuku's hands, the green-haired young man blinking down in surprise at the food as Katsuki made his way over to the chair near the window and plopped himself down, scowling and crossing his arms while Itsuka glanced between the bowl and the angry guy with a raised eyebrow.
"There," He grunted, "eat. Don't say I never do anything nice for you, Deku."
"T-thank you, Kacchan."
"Shut the fuck up."
Itsuka glanced between both men with her eyebrow continuing to raise, but before she could open her mouth to tease Katsuki about being a softie, there was a sudden shuffling on the other side of the door.
The three of them looked up at the front door, Katsuki blinking a bit, and Itsuka, feeling a bit of suspicion begin to rise within her, quickly got up so she could quietly make her way over to the door. Watching as she peeked through the eyehole, Izuku and Katsuki watched as she stayed there for a moment, and then she looked around at them, her eyes widened.
"It's him," She hissed quietly, tiptoeing her way back to the couch, "he's just outside the door."
"Seriously?" Katsuki blinked, and then a wide, vicious grin began to spread across his face. Getting up from the chair, he was quick to whip off his shirt, sniggering a bit to himself. "So a dumb one, huh?"
"Probably thinking with his dick instead of his head."
"Well, I'll make sure limp dick out there gets a limp dick. You two go to the bathroom, I've got this."
Both Izuku and Itsuka nodded, knowing better than to stick around, and did as he instructed as they got up from the couch and quickly tiptoed their way to the bathroom while Katsuki stalked over to the door, being sure to draw himself up to his full height. As soon as the bathroom door closed, he grabbed the doorknob and swung his front door open to reveal the guy standing right outside his door.
"Oi," Izuku and Itsuka heard him growl from their spots in the bathroom, "who the fuck are you, and why are you outside my place?"
"I - uh -"
"Oh, wait a second ... you're the guy who followed my girl home, aren't you?"
As the sound of the front door closing again filled the apartment, Itsuka stayed still for a moment, leaning against the wall of the bathroom - and then she let out a snort, looking around at Izuku as he hesitantly raised a spoon full of the spice blend to put in his mouth.
"'His girl'?" She repeated, giggling.
"Just go with it," Izuku waved his hand with the spoon in it, chuckling, "he likes to play up the 'big bad boyfriend' bit - sends them all running every time."
Itsuka laughed, and leaned back against the wall as she let Izuku take a moment to eat his small dinner, wondering for a moment how he could eat something so spicy so fast. After about a minute of silence, distantly hearing Katsuki growling something or another out in the hall, Itsuka let out another sigh, and glanced over at Izuku as he continued eating.
"So," She tapped her fingers against the wall absently, "I guess ... this was the first time you and I did the boyfriend protocol schtick."
"Huh?" Izuku blinked, looking around at her as she sent him a teasing smirk, and then he realized what she was talking about, his face going a bit red again as he cleared his throat, "Oh, uh - y-yeah, it - it was."
"So," She raised an eyebrow, leaning over as she continued to smirk teasingly at him, "how does it feel knowing that you've kissed nearly every single one of your coworkers? Besides Nemuri and Cathleen, of course."
"Oh, it, uh ..." Izuku hesitated for a moment as though he wasn't sure what to say, before he shrugged, "... it was ... it was nice."
"Nice?" She repeated, giving him a skeptical look, "It feels 'nice' to have kissed us all?"
"Oh, uh - n-no, that's - that's not what I meant," He quickly corrected himself, his cheeks burning a bit hotter, "I meant that - uh - it was ... nice to ... uh ... kiss ... you. You're ... you're a really nice kisser."
Itsuka slowly nodded at that, humming as she looked away so Izuku could start eating again - which also gave her an excuse to hide her suddenly pink cheeks, clearing her throat as she tried to figure out a way to not show off how flustered she was. Thankfully, she managed to get control of herself by clearing her throat and glancing back over at him.
"Just ... nice, huh?" She tried to smirk again, "Well, I could tell that you were enjoying it. You were grabbing my ass a lot, after all."
Izuku blinked, staring down at his food for a moment, and then he quickly swallowed his food, gulping as he glanced away with his cheeks glowing hotter and hotter by the second.
"That ... I did."
"That you did."
"I'm - s-sorry. I probably - I shouldn't have -"
"Izu," She giggled, "I'm only messing with you. I'm not actually angry at you for playing along with me in front of that asshole outside. And it's not like I'm angry at you grabbing my butt - it wouldn't be the first time."
"I, uh -"
"Trust me," She gave him a pointed look, "it was more than okay to grope me. I mean, you don't have those issues when you're up on stage with the rest of the girls, right? You grope Set and Nej and Himiko on stage all the time, and it's not like they ever get angry at you."
"Okay," Izuku grimaced, "that's not a fair assumption - Set and Nej only let me touch them because they touch me all the time. And I'm pretty sure Himiko wouldn't mind me stripping her down and - y'know."
"Oh, what?" Itsuka smirked, "You saying you and Himiko would fuck on stage?"
"She might want to," Izuku shuddered, "but I'm not exactly sure everyone's ready to see my penis."
"Yeah, only Himiko and Nej have that pleasure."
"It's not much of a pleasure."
"Oi," Itsuka leaned over, rapping her knuckles gently against his head, "enough of that. It's like we're always telling you, you're hot. Everyone agrees - I don't think everyone would be so enthusiastic to have you grinding on them if they didn't think you were attractive."
"I mean ... well," Izuku sighed, "that's just the dancers, with them it kind of comes with the territory that I gotta ... y'know ... feel them up. But you're one of the barkeepers - I'm not exactly supposed to ..."
"Izuku," Itsuka raised her eyebrow, "you can protest it all you want, but it is okay for you to kiss me and grope me and grab my ass and carry me around. It's not like you're the only one from the club I've messed around with too - I've had to do the boyfriend protocol with Eiji, Tetsu and Rikido before."
"Oh, that's right ..." Izuku slowly nodded, about to open his mouth to ask more about that - but then he winced as his hand acted up again, letting out a small hiss.
"Izu?" Itsuka blinked, straightening up as he put down the bowl, "You okay?"
"I'm fine, just ... my hand's acting up," He sighed, waving it in the air as he pouted, "I could've sworn that I ..."
And that was when Izuku suddenly stopped speaking, blinking. His eyes widened as he looked up at the opposite wall, his jaw dropping slightly - before he closed his eyes and brought his hand up to smack his forehead.
"Oh," He groaned in a quiet voice, "oh, shit."
"Huh?" Itsuka stared at him in confusion, having no idea what was going on, "What's up?"
"I'm an idiot," He admitted, lowering his hand so he could stare at the wall and curse himself for hid idiocy, "I completely forgot to bring my medication with me when we left the club. And Rikido is probably gone by now with the key, and ... oh, man, I don't work until Monday."
"Oh, shit," Her eyes widened, understanding the situation perfectly. "Are you okay? Is your hand acting up?"
"It's fine, just ... it's kinda throbbing," He sighed, waving his right hand in the air again, "but you heard Nemuri - I'm not supposed to show up at the club tomorrow at all. If Nemuri sees me there, she's gonna ..."
"..."
"..."
"... Izuku," Itsuka gave him a deadpanned look, "I'm pretty sure Nemuri isn't going to actually chase you off with a broom or dump you in the garbage."
"You'd be surprised," He muttered darkly.
"Tell you what," She sighed, deciding to humour him instead as she moved forward to lean against the counter beside him, "I gotta go to the club early tomorrow to help Nemuri out with some stuff - if you insist on not stepping one foot in the place, I'll just go in and get your meds off your desk."
"R-really?" Izuku gasped, hope in his eyes as he looked around at her, and she shook her head and giggled.
"Yeah, sure," She smiled, "you're gonna stay over at my place anyway, right? On the couch? And since you were so nice to help drive me away from a stalker and make out with me - which, by the way, was something I lowkey needed, since I haven't gotten anything even resembling a kiss for the last six months - I'll be kind and get your meds for you so Himiko and Nemuri don't dump you in the trash. 'Least I can do."
"I ... thank you, Ken," Izuku sighed in relief, "you're a lifesaver -"
Suddenly, before he could finish his compliment, the door to the bathroom was yanked open again. Izuku and Itsuka jumped a bit in surprise, having almost forgotten why they were hiding in her in the first place, and looked around to see Katsuki putting back on his bed shirt, a smug and content grin on his face.
"Asshole won't be swinging by here or at the club again," He nodded in confirmation, "and just word of warning, Deku, if he sees you again, just pretend I beat the utter shit out of you for palming my girl. So now that I did my thing, wash that bowl and get the fuck out of my apartment."
"Your girl, huh?" Itsuka raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms as Katsuki huffed.
"Hey, you wanna chase after that guy to say otherwise, be my fucking guest. Just be sure to plug your nose - I think he shat himself."
"Izuku Midoriya," Nemuri smirked as she cocked her hip, pausing in her attempt to go inside the club, "am I going to have to get the broom?"
"No," Itsuka chuckled as they walked over to the entrance of the club, Izuku sweating nervously and lowkey hiding behind her from their manager, "he just forgot his meds, boss. I said I'd go in and get them for him so he doesn't have to technically go inside, and you don't have to dump him in the garbage bin in the alley."
"Oh, smart," Nemuri giggled, "a very intelligent thing to do, Izuku. Because if you came inside and tried to help us weak girls out again, and work when you aren't scheduled in again, I might've had to have made you mop the stage by yourself for a week."
"Understood," Izuku crossed his heart, "threat made. I will wait out here."
"Good boy." Nemuri giggled, and with Itsuka, both women went inside, letting Izuku wait outside as they swung the door closed behind them. Izuku let out a small sigh as he leaned back against the wall, pulling out his phone to text Shouto and to inform him that he would be back at the apartment in under an hour.
As he finished the text, he glanced around at the busy street, pursing his lips slightly. The corner that the Loud Cloud Club was located on was usually pretty busy, with different businesses above the club so that it was kind of difficult to locate the entrance to the club, with the only sign that would point people in the right direction being a small blue neon light above them, shaped like a blue cloud. Still though, at least it was somewhat difficult to get into, Izuku thought to himself - they could usually avoid the sleazy types trying to get in here, with Rikido and Tetsutetsu and Tsuyu and sometimes Mirio making sure their guests knew the rules.
And eventually -
"Are you sure this is the right spot?"
Izuku blinked at the sound of a someone speaking to his left, sounding anxious and a bit nervous, and glanced around from his spot near the wall. Two girls were walking up the street and somewhat pausing as they walked closer to him, looking at their phones and then quickly looking around. Izuku was quick to pull back out his phone, pretending to busy himself as they passed him by - but when they suddenly paused their step, standing in front of him, he stole another glance up.
They both looked to be around his age, with one of the girls glancing around with a noticably uncomfortable expression. She was extremely beautiful, wearing a red cashmere sweater and leggings, her long black hair tied back in a spikey ponytail, and the most noticably uncomfortable of the two girls, glancing around as though fearing someone would approach them and attack.
The other girl, on the other hand, was a few inches shorter than her, and looked far more homely. No make up on, her hair a bit frizzy and messy, and a pair of thick black glasses around her eyes that were a tad bit too big for her face, sliding down her nose and requiring her to push them back up. Unlike the girl in somewhat formal and nice looking clothes, she was wearing a large baggy black sweater and a skirt.
Izuku paused for a moment, glancing between the two girls - and then against his better judgment, raised his phone to his eyes to pretend he wasn't paying attention.
"... it's gotta be around here somewhere, Momo," The smaller girl sounded worried, looking left and right as she gulped, "I seriously cannot be late for this."
"I believe you can be!" The taller girl protested, taking the chance to look around, "This place seems so seedy ... and please, Ochako, I know that there has to be better places to work than a - a - an establishment like this!"
Izuku found himself blinking, slowly lowering his phone - an establishment? Was she talking about ...
"Uh ... excuse me?"
Izuku winced at the words leaving his mouth, but alas, it was too late to take them back. The girls jumped a bit, quickly whirling around as the taller girl tried to shield the smaller one behind her, but he saw them both blink when they saw, not a tall menacing guy, but someone who looked to be their age, just a bit taller than the girl with brown hair.
"Uh ... sorry for interrupting," He grimaced weakly, "but I couldn't help but overhear. Are you ... are you both looking for the Loud Cloud Club?"
The two girls blinked, the one with the ponytail straightening up in surprise.
"I ... yes, we are." She nodded, sounding a bit stiff.
"Oh, uh - it's - it's actually right here," He quickly pointed to the door beside him, giving them a small, weak smile, "it's kind of hard to find the front, I know I had my problems finding it when I first applied here."
"Applied?" The smaller girl blinked, looking around her friend. "So - so you work here?"
"Uh ... yeah," He nodded, still a bit unsure as to what was going on, "do you two need me to -"
Suddenly, the door to the club opened, causing Izuku and the two girls to jump a bit as they looked around.
"Hey!" Itsuka smiled, holding a familiar bottle in her hands, "Sorry for keeping you waiting, Himiko wanted to chat with me about something. But here's your ..."
Before she could hand him the bottle, however, her eyes trailed around and found the two girls standing before him. Her kind smile faded briefly, blinking somewhat in confusion, before she straightened her back and tried to put on her 'customer service' smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry," She cleared her throat, "uh ... can I help you both?"
"Ah - y-yes!" The taller girl quickly nodded, stepping forward. "I ... well, against my better judgment, I believe that my friend here had a scheduled interview for today. Her name is -"
"Oh!" Itsuka gasped, her eyes widening as she looked around at the shorter girl, who was positively shrinking in embarrassment, "You must be Uraraka!"
"Y-yes," The girl named Uraraka nodded quickly, looking more than a little timid, but thankfully Itsuka switched out her 'customer service' smile for a genuine one, stepping forward to shake her hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," She smiled happily, "My name is Itsuka Kendou, but you can call me either 'Itsuka' or 'Ken'. I'm one of the bartenders downstairs - I'm the one you'll be working with if you get the job. So I assume you're here for the interview with Nemuri?"
"I, uh - yeah." The girl named Uraraka quickly nodded, stepping forward as Itsuka took a step back, and Izuku blinked at the look on her face - something that seemed to mix awkwardness, desperation and determination, "I'm - I mean - I am interested in that job. Yes."
"Okay, great!" Itsuka smiled, and then glanced over at the girl who had been named Yaoyorozu, Itsuka's grin faltering somewhat. "And, uh ... I'm sorry, but, uh ..."
"Oh!" The girl with the ponytail gasped, quickly straightening up and going a bit red, "Well, uh - you see, I only came here today because of - er - I apologize for sounding rude, but I didn't exactly ... trust the nature of this establishment. I - I simply wish to be here for moral support, and just in case something may happen. N-not that I mean to offend you -"
"And I'm not," Itsuka smiled, nodding, "I get it. I can't fault you for wanting to look out for your friend. So, uh - would you like to come in with us? We have a few seats outside the stage that you could wait for. We're closed right now, so it's just me, the manager, and one of our dancers downstairs."
"Oh, I -" The black-haired girl hesitated, "- I don't know -"
"It's seriously no problem," Itsuka assured her, and then turned to the girl named Uraraka as she glanced between them both awkwardly, "but anyway, we've wasted enough time - Nemuri's gonna be waiting for us, so I'll bring you down to her office. Oh, and before I forget, Izuku - here's your meds."
Izuku jumped a bit at Itsuka addressing him for the first time in a few minutes, turning to hand him the bottle of medication, and he quickly took it from her, not wanting to be in the way. He knew better than to stick around - it was clear that Itsuka had her hands full now, so it would be better for him to quickly take a step back. Turning to the two new girls, he bowed briefly, and then turned to start walking down the street towards the parking lot.
As he walked away, he couldn't help but slow his pace a little bit, feeling his brow furrow for a moment, and then he turned to look over his shoulder. The two girls followed Itsuka into the club, although it was clear that they were both hesitant to step inside, with the smaller girl taking a moment to breathe deeply before moving inside with the two other girls. Izuku stared at her for a moment as she disappeared through the door, and then, with a small sigh, moved to continue walking down the street, pocketing the meds as his hand continued to shake.
So that small girl ... the nervous one ... she was looking for a job at the club? Izuku felt his brow furrow - she seemed so nervous, so out of place, that he couldn't help but feel a bit worried for her, which felt somewhat stupid since he didn't even really know who she was. But in the end, he hoped that things would go well for those girls.
Maybe they were working at the club for a similar reason that he was, Izuku thought to himself as he took his right hand out of his pocket and saw the subtle tremors. But then he frowned and shook his head, putting his hand back in his pockets.
In the end, that was their business, and this was his. It wasn't his place to pry.
