"And that's the plan." Mina sat on her haunches as she waited for Toru's opinion.

"You know, don't you think you're taking this a little too far? You're just trying to fluster him, right?" Toru sounded skeptical at best.

Mina shook her head. "I've been watching him for almost two weeks now. Even when he doesn't have Eri with him, he's gotten better at handling stuff." She shrugged and began gesticulating as she continued, "Remember when Ochaco hugged him last night?"

Toru giggled. "That was adorable; she should really go for it already."

Of course, Mina didn't concur. The more time passed, the stronger her feelings towards Izuku became. In fact, there had already been a few instances where she'd felt an unhealthy spike of jealousy after another girl touched him in a way that her brain didn't agree with; her crush wasn't even a month old, but her feelings were rock solid. Mina's brow furrowed in displeasure. "Yeah... Anyway, he barely reacted is what I mean. Like, hardly any red at all. He used to go full tomato when any girl touched him even a little."

Toru didn't miss Mina's display of irritation nor her unenthusiastic "Yeah" and internally, the invisible girl grinned. Outwardly, she scratched her itchy knee and hummed in agreement. "Maybe the Eri effect lingers? Or he's just gotten used to it by now? Or maybe," Toru's internal grin widened significantly, "he got a secret girlfriend." Her mischievous side almost drowned in pleasure when she heard a low growl escape Mina's throat.

"Okay, fine. I'm crushing on him: happy?" Mina grumbled in annoyance.

Toru laughed. "Yep—thought you could sneak that one past me, huh? Worry not, however, for your secret's safe in these capable hands," she declared snobbishly, bringing a wristband to her chest with a pompous flourish.

Mina groaned as she dropped her head into her arms. "Somehow I doubt that."

"Nah, I won't tell. 'Least not till you're together." Toru smirked when Mina shot her a skeptical look. "When do you think you'll get a chance to enact your master plan?"

Mina's response was quick. "Well, I found out that he's been going to Gym Gamma every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday after dinner. Figure I can catch him alone on his way back at least once. Though sometimes Eri waits for him at the door."

"Wow, you're high key stalking him."

"What? No I'm not!" Mina barked defensively, then waved her arms helplessly at Toru's—invisible, but certainly present—silent judgement. "Alright, maybe a little, but I'm already down a point; losing twice in a row is Mineta behavior." She pointed a finger at Toru accusingly. "And it's not like you don't have some suspicious tendencies at night."

Toru gasped in faux surprise. "Whatever could you be talking about?"

Mina quirked an eyebrow. "Honey, I have eyes and ears everywhere.

"You mean bored Kyoka talking about some 'ghostly footsteps in the dark.'"

Mina flushed. "Sh-shut up!"

Toru chuckled. "Well, whatever the case, I wish you luck. I think I'm gonna go haunt the hallways in the buff. I'll text you later, m'kay?"

Mina flopped back onto her bed sheets and blew a raspberry. "don't pee on the floor again."

"That was one time!" Toru closed the door a bit harder than necessary.

Seconds later Mina scooted up, got comfortable, and started fine-tuning the details of her plan. It was more formality than anything else, because she knew victory was at hand. All she had to do now was let time do its thing.

It was a painful ordeal knowing exactly what you were going to do but having to wait. Monday and Tuesday were both duds and more than a little discouraging. Wednesday felt longer than it should've, and her brain almost exploded on a pop quiz in math class on Thursday. Roughly five hours later she sat flush against a window with a suitable vantage point, imaginary binoculars at the ready.

The only people present in the common area were Denki, Katsuki, and Hanta. They were all plenty busy playing some split screen FPS, so she was in the clear on that end. Thankfully it was still light outside, with the tired sun now trending toward the horizon line. Mina exhaled as she heard a light gust of wind spill against the solid exterior of the 1-A Heights Alliance dormitory. The future was now.

After what seemed like an hour (and was more likely ten minutes or so), Mina spotted a rogue cruciferous vegetable, complete with arms, legs, and chiseled physique. There he was, and more importantly, there he was, alone. She almost hopped up and down in exhilaration, but instead settled for a brisk walk to the front door. Her stomach felt sick with happy anxiety and her arms buzzed with anticipation.

Mina's outfit was, of course, handcrafted for the occasion. Her black shorts were nothing special, being skintight and hugging her mid-thigh, they weren't far off from her normal apparel. Her shirt, however, was where things got spicy: a loose-fitting crop top that ended just beyond the outline of her breasts and lacking the much-needed accompaniment of a bra. For good measure, Mina had included a heart necklace that hung snugly in the valley of her twin terrors, adding an unnecessary, but pleasantly overkill addition that would hopefully set Izuku's skin on fire.

Wasting no time, she sped through the doors and started skipping her way closer to her freshly acquired crush. Moments later, he was in danger. "Hey Midori~" Mina drawled seductively. Her hands were cupped together in front of her, causing her arms to press against her large chest and create eye-catching ripples in the fabric. She bit her lip and gave him a smoldering look. "You look tired. Want me to help you sleep?"

His face burned red hot. "Ah-um-shido? Ashi-Ashido?!" Izuku spluttered in insurmountable shock.

Mina's heart raced as she readied herself for what came next. "Man Midori, you're making me tired just looking at you~" Slowly, sensually, she extended her arms above her head in a full body stretch. Izuku choked in disbelief as the short fabric of her top rode higher and higher. Mina herself could feel blood surging in her ears and a sensation of lightheadedness swimming pleasantly about her forehead in response to her revealing display. As she reached the apex of her stretch, she knew her boobs were riding the line of nipple exposure. What that meant for Izuku is that he was currently getting an eyeful of soft, luscious, tantalizing pink skin that spelled disaster for a good night's sleep and caused a violent twitch in his pants.

That was supposed to be the end of part one of her two-part act, but fate seemed to have other plans. Before Mina felt it was time to drop her stretch, a light, playful gust of wind flicked the left side of her defenseless top. It only lasted for a moment, but in that moment, Izuku was shown a sight he would never forget: one hundred percent of Mina's pert, puffy, dark pink left nipple stood out like a gemstone amongst a vast sea of desert sand. To his eyes, it was beyond perfect, perhaps defining the exception that resided beyond. Factor in the whole package of her painfully exposed breast, and Izuku's brain was forced into total system failure.

Mina had felt it too, and the wind against her nipple had never felt so horribly awful and wonderfully amazing at the same time. Her hands began shaking violently from an overload of electric signals slamming her nervous system with a never-ending stream of strongly worded messages. He saw her nipple! That wasn't in the plan. It was totally out of the realm of her consideration and way too much for a simple tease, but damn... she was glad it happened. Mt. Izuku was erupting, and even still, she had a mission to finish.

He stood stock still, frozen like a caveman in ice but steaming like a hot spring in summer. There was no movement from anywhere but his lips, where they were opening and closing like a fish exposed to open air. Could she count it as a point yet? Maybe, but why stop at the finish line when a victory lap was all too easy?

Mina sauntered up to the frozen father of one and felt another deluge of adrenaline swell in her veins. She clasped her hands together and stopped short of his body by half a foot. "Midori?" she asked sweetly. She repeated her question after a few seconds, and when nothing changed, she laid a solitary hand on his tense shoulder. "Midoriya?" She lowered her grip and squeezed his bicep. Once, twice, and then...

"Aschdji," he heaved out and stared at her with fright, confusion, wonder, and lust? Taking a deep breath, he repeated, "Ashido?" The look in his viridian eyes made her knees week. Fighting against temptation, Mina steeled herself for the final act.

Meeting his gaze, she shook her head side to side and clicked her tongue in disapproval. "See, there it is again." Mina removed her hand from his bicep and instead lifted the hem of his shirt, placing a delicate palm against his glistening abs. "For you," She dragged her nails alluringly across his stomach, ghosting them just below his pecks and then back down again. "Ashido won't do." Her thumb traced the flexible lining of his shorts, stopping just before it started dipping under the hem. He shivered and breathed heavily though his mouth. "To you, Izu-baby," Her thumb repeated its previous motion before suddenly sinking beneath both his shorts and underwear. To disappear under both was unintentional, but what was done was done. Her digit rubbed circles a touch above his pubic region, igniting a mountain of sexual desire in both of them. The pad of her thumb accidentally pressed against something warm and spongy and Izuku moaned. He was hard. "it's just Mina."

"I-I-" He stumbled backwards, then drunkenly righted himself, looking anything but present. "I'm gonna go study you in the shower," he finally decided.

"Huh?!" Mina's voice quavered in response.

Izuku's already crimson face somehow turned a shade deeper. "I mean!" he tripped over himself as he desperately chased after the nearby dorm building. "I'm uh, gonna go s-study and then shower. Heh heh, yeah, that." Mina stared after him, grinning like an idiot. A very sexy, very happy, and dangerously horny idiot.

"Okay, bye!" he squeaked and broke out into an intoxicated sprint.

Mina watched him leave, unable to wipe the smile from her face. A noticeable wet spot had appeared on her shorts, visible even through the dark coloration. She pressed a finger to her clit and jolted in pleasure. You know, I think Izuku has the right idea, she thought, wandering back to her room in a daze. Let it be known that Ashido Mina didn't take good advice lightly. That night, under a hot stream of steaming water, she studied harder than ever before.

Score: 1-1.

~A/N~

This is fun to write.

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