Chapter 5: Let's Go To The Festival!
Ochako, Momo, & Izuku
"I've-I've never done anything like this before." Momo admits, skin flushed and sweaty from head to toe.
She slides over to ensure Ochako has enough space not to fall off the bed, pressing right into Izuku again in the process.
Her skin burns hot, exhausted and wanting him all at once again. It's greater than the rush she felt creating weapon after weapon during the last stand against the League of Villains, stronger than the surge of joy when Principal Nezu handed to her diploma upon graduating from U.A.
Now that she's dwelling more on it, everything she's done in the last 24 hours is new to her.
Developing WonderWhy Creations left little time for relationships or even seeing her friends.
She shifts her mind back to Izuku, the pink flush marring his freckled cheeks that must match her own.
Sunlight manages to creep in through the shut blinds, thin streaks of golds and whites falling along his verdant hair.
"That makes two of us!" Ochako smiles back, though a lilt of nervousness coats her voice as well no matter how much confidence she tries to exude.
And then they both turn to look at Izuku, waiting.
They press into him from both sides, Izuku choking on his spit at their eager looks.
"Wait, hold on! You both want more?" He sputters.
Ochako nods, fingers heading for his cock only for Izuku to grab her hand quickly before she stirs back to life in him to take her. He grabs Momo's wandering arm with his opposite hand should she get any ideas as well, holding in a laugh at their pouts.
"We...We should talk about this first!" Izuku pursues, clearing his throat.
Ochako pouts, sitting up leaning her head against her cheek.
"We're on vacation. People have fun on vacation all the time."
She wiggles against him to emphasize her point, breasts pushing against his chest and arm.
"And...I can feel that you want me." Ochako purrs, voice honey warm in his ears.
Momo uses his brief pause to find a response to that to nip at his neck, sucks hard ensuring to leave a trail of love bites.
"I can make you a concealer to hide that later." She whispers softly.
Izuku laughs gently, squeezes both their hands.
"Yes, but I want more than that! I mean, you're both important to me and I don't want our relationships to just be about sex!"
Ochako blinks, stomach flipping taking in the way emerald eyes darken with seriousness, expression turning firm.
He isn't joking.
"You...want to continue seeing us even after we go home?" She breathes out.
Momo shifts herself, pursing her lips.
"Wait, you're not afraid of all the gossip this would cause?"
Because both social media and the news will sink their teeth into this like sharks to blood, it could be a potential disaster, a smear on their names and companies.
Izuku moves all of them into sitting positions.
"Of course, I know this could be a PR Nightmare, but it's not the world's business on who I choose to have relationships with. I don't want to be friends with benefits, what do you all think?" Izuku reaffirms.
He clasps his hands together, thumb digging into the palm of his hand waiting.
Ochako leans into him first, lips brushing from his cheek to his chin.
"I love it. I loved you for so long Izuku, I don't know if I've said it officially to you, but I've shown it now more than once."
Momo squirms, knots filling her chest.
Her own feelings are much murkier, nowhere near as clear or strong as Ochako's.
And her heartbeat rises to a quick tempo, a ceaseless pounding in her ears.
'What would my family think? Everyone back at WonderWhy?'
It's scandalous enough in her family's eyes to be engaging in premarital sex, to be in an open relationship with no clear sight of how serious it actually is or isn't. Most of her newest interns at WonderWhy have been waiting to see her imperfect side, what the media has never been able to capture...
Izuku pats at her hand startling her out of her thoughts.
"It's not anything we need to rush you know."
Momo nods slowly, tiny smile of relief edging up. She's an adult now, whatever her family and coworkers may think of her when this comes to light won't matter, it's none of their business.
"We can take it slow then, right?"
Ochako beams at her from over Izuku's shoulder.
"Yes, though care to celebrate this new change to our dynamics?"
Izuku gently pushes them down before either one can act, hovering above, mischievous glint to his features.
"This time I'll pleasure you both."
Momo stiffens, clamping her legs shut.
"You don't need to-!"
But her voice falls away as Izuku's tongue swirls around her clit, swirls an index finger into her slowly.
He switches his mouth to Ochako, gives equal attention to her breasts and down until her legs quiver around him.
"Ahh, faster!" Ochako demands, fingers twisting around the sheets.
Izuku guides a second digit into her folds, each thrust slick with sweat and a building stickiness.
"How's that?" Izuku asks them both, subtly changing his fingers positions, moving downward or upward based on their moans.
Momo clamps around him, body curving into him.
"I'm, I'm-!"
A burst of hot pleasure washes over her, eyes clenching shut as Izuku rides the waves of her orgasm.
Ochako leans into him a moment later, head to his chest catching her breath.
She laughs dazedly taking in his clear erection, not stopping this time to thumb at pre-cum.
Her gaze half-turns to Momo, auburn to onyx sending a silent message.
"Want to help me clean up?" Ochako murmurs.
Momo nods, settles in beside her.
His whole-body tenses as Ochako flashes a toothy smile, waiting before groaning as they start nibbling at his base.
"Your cock is filthy Deku. We can't leave it so dirty." Momo teases gently.
She creates a tube of gloss for her and Ochako, pretty bubblegum pink and deep cherry red.
And then they each take a turn drawing his member into the warm caverns of their mouth, suck, kiss, and nip until he feels the telltale stir of release.
"I'm going to cum!" Izuku hisses.
He pulls his cock away, rubs himself once, twice before a thick ribbon of white escapes, splashes against their chests.
Ochako pounces him as he catches his breath, Momo staying by his legs.
"Don't worry, we're not done yet." They promise in unison.
The tables have turned, breakfast long forgotten.
Jirou- Musutafu International Airport
"Call me as soon as you land."
Kyoka rolls her eyes lightheartedly, stepping forward to peck Denki's cheek.
"You act as if I'm flying off to Europe or America Denki! It's only a 4 maybe max 5-hour flight to Okinawa."
And she's going to make the most of it catching up on desperately needed sleep, pieces of song lyrics have buzzed in her mind like flies for days now, wake her in the middle of the night when half-moons are still out, refuse to let her rest until they've been written down or typed out.
Denki beams. "Well, I can't help it if you 'Give me that rush, I'm so much better than your crush~!'
Kyoka cringes feeling her cheeks burn, laugh bubbling up before she can help it. Goosebumps race across her skin at memories of that corny line, the hopeless romantic she was when she first started writing her original music instead of doing covers of the latest popular or old-school songs.
'Now I know better than that foolish girl who wore her heart on her sleeve.'
She wonders what her 17–18-year-old self would think of her now at 20.
Still not fully the Hero she imagined upon graduating...
In love with a man who has a wandering eye, who pricks at her insecurities without even realizing half the time they're out like this in public.
"Ugh, don't bring up my old lyrics from my first album! Heart in Bloom didn't even make the Top 100 billboard when it was originally released." Kyoka gripes.
Denki shakes his head, curling her into him tightly to hug her close.
Her skin warms with a pleasant flush, tucking her head into his neck.
"Never! Not when I get to see that cute smile of yours!" He chuckles in her ear.
A pretty brunette skirts by them as they head to the check-in booths to print out her boarding pass. Their steps slow and she feels her smile fade as her taunting sea-green eyes move to Kaminari.
"Chargebolt, is that you?! Oh my gosh, are you going on vacation as well? Wait, I'm such a big fan11 I've been following you since your U.A. days, can I get an autograph?" The woman gushes.
She burrows down roils of envy as Denki's grip on her hand instantly loosens, the way his golden eyes brighten being recognized in public once again by some random fangirl.
The way he always seems to forget her existence.
His eyes roam the woman's figure and absently her gaze looks over her own plain jeans and purple top. Meanwhile, she has perky breasts practically ready to spill out of her cute pink floral summer dress, a quirk that makes her curly auburn locks shift and wrap around Denki's shoulders to pose him just right for her camera.
"Thank you, Thank you! Ooh, my sis is going to be so jealous I met you! Enjoy your trip!" She waves, and Kyoka swears her grin twists into a smirk as her eyes flit over hers, mouthing the one word that sinks her heart even deeper into her chest.
'Pathetic.'
Yes, pathetic of her to still be dating a guy who gets starry eyed over every woman who gives him a second glance, who never seems to hear her when she says she wants to take pm more Hero cases on than musical gigs, who makes her feel plain...
'I bet Midoriya wouldn't treat me this way.'
She dredges up the fantasy even if she shouldn't be entertaining it, knows that he's probably already taken with how he shot up in popularity with both Hero agencies and women even before they graduated from U.A.
'Midoriya hasn't ever acted perverted from what I can recall, is probably a gentleman, kind to any girl he's dating.'
Her gaze falls over her body once more, how nothing about her seems to be attractive to others besides her voice.
"You alright Kyoka?" Denki asks at her sudden silence, boarding pass crinkling in her hands from pressure. Ink black eyes turn smoldering on him, crossing her arms feeling her rage slip out of her.
Too late to draw it back in.
"No, my boyfriend gets hard for literally every girl that gives him a compliment, should I be happy about that?" Her voice drips with acid.
Denki flusters, glancing around quickly hoping the congestion and noise of the airport has swallowed her voice.
"Hey, keep it down! I-I did no such thing!" You're getting jealous for no reason again just because some cute girl wanted to say hello."
Kyoka rolls her earlobe through her fingers, a habit from high school she still hasn't been able to break. "So, you do think she's cute."
Denki holds his hands up in surrender then and she knows then he's shutting down, no longer wants to continue to have this conversation. Especially not in a public setting where too many people, too many cameras can catch them in a negative light.
"I don't want to fight just before you go." He whispers amending his tone and Kyoka feels her shoulders sag, anger evaporating.
But not completely.
"We'll still Facetime every night, I'll bring you back plenty of souvenirs." She assures him, trying to keep a testiness out of her voice.
Denki pecks her cheek, fingers parting through her violet locks and she once again feels none of the warmth or butterflies her teenage self once swooned and craved when he touched her like this.
Her eyes flash instead to where her gate is, tacking on a smile.
"Don't spend any time with Mineta, make sure to set your alarms properly so you don't wake up at noon every day or miss a work assignment." Kyoka instructs.
Denki laughs, hugging her again. "I should be telling you that considering how often you cooped yourself up in your recording booth!"
Kyoka snickers truly then, waving goodbye. She commits the sight of him waving back to memory, the way evening sunlight falls against his honey yellow hair, the faded scar from Mr. Compress's attack still hidden in the left corner of his head.
'Everything will be fine; stop worrying.' She reminds herself as he twists himself to head for the airport's exit.
Her hands tighten around her bag, fingers turning a reddish white around her guitar's handle as she heads for baggage drop off. She passes the time watching old videos of her favorite artists, flipping through the books and magazine she brought along that discuss Okinawa activities.
Still her mind circles back to the same question over and over as she lines up to board, fastens her seatbelt across her frame.
'Am I making the right choice to go out here?'
Tsuyu- Kabira Bay
'I don't see any toxic pollutants in the water, was it just a false report?'
Maybe bored kids messing with the phone line again.
Turquoise waters and white sands surround her on all sides, leaping forward into the bay to ensure nothing lies underneath the waves.
She untangles a strip of seaweed knotted around the buoys, nets up a few plastic bottles and cans caught in the sea foam.
Good, nothing major.
"Asui, you're still out there?! You can head home for the day! I don't have nothing left in these seas that I can't handle myself!" Captain Shimada questions as she returns back to the observatory.
He rubs at his salt and pepper beard, taking in her dripping marine suit with a chuckle. "Take the rest of the day week off and spend some time with your friends and family! They have that annual summer moon and performing arts festival coming up this weekend you all can check out!"
Tsuyu pulls on a smile, Shimada probably wanting to go with Izuku, Ochako, and anyone else they might have in tow.
"What about the research and reports we've been doing on the endangered species of the islands or Hero analysis write-ups that still need to be done from the crime incidents from last week?"
Shimada arches a brow. "You mean that one false alarm regarding Mrs. Kurita regarding a burglary she thought was occurring at her corner store that was actually just a wild cat passing through? Don't worry about those! Hardly any crime happens here that I can finish typing up in a shift!"
'I know.' Tsuyu sighs.
Perhaps she really should follow Ochako's advice and take a break.
There's hardly anything going on worthy of even sounding an alarm or making full use of her frog quirks.
'I want to see what tricks you can do with your tongue.'
Her face abruptly heats reminded of Midoriya's comment, stomach churning with an uncomfortable fluttering she thought she'd fully buried down.
Apparently not.
"Well, don't be afraid to call me if anything major does come up." Tsuyu mentions as she heads for the locker rooms to change. She hears Shimada's loud laugh behind her, his knock-on wood for everything to stay as quiet as these islands almost always are.
The sky is awash in yellows and pinks as she heads back into town, late afternoon sunlight burning on her neck.
She needs to get some groceries for later, probably make a quick sandwich or noodle bowl for dinner.
Posters line market shops and vending machines promoting Okinawa's Lantern & Summer Moon Festival. Colorful and pop-up images of seafood, sports competitions, fishing line each design, promises of live music and games to win yen.
'It's not like I have anything else to do.' She realizes.
Going back home to Aichi so soon would mean cutting short the extra pay she's been getting out here to help out Samidare and Satsuki, would mean being back in some office cubicle or space far from the oceans and seas...
She pulls out her phone from her pocket, scrolls down to Ochako's number.
"Hey, thinking of going to the annual Lantern & Summer Moon Festival Okinawa hosts throughout the islands. Do you and Izuku already have plans or no?" She types out.
Just as she's about to put her phone away to await her response does her phone buzz again.
"No plans, you can join us! And guess what, Momo's here too on vacation! This will be an opportunity for us all to catch up!" Tsuyu reads.
She can practically see the smile coming from her words, having typed so fast that a few words blend together that spellcheck didn't catch.
Her gaze turns skyward at the thought, breathing in the scent of sea salt and evergreen. She grins lightly, moving for the mangrove forests where nobody will be searching for her at this time of day to think in peace.
Yaoyorozu is just as much as of a workaholic as Midoriya, strange one of her co-workers managed to convince her to take a break.
'Or maybe it has something to do with Midoriya.' The sudden thought makes her squirm, blush rising once more to her face.
No, no she's jumping to conclusions again.
"What time are you all meeting?" She texts back, Ochako not answering back immediately this time.
Minutes later midbite of her onigiri she replies back with 7:00 pm. Shimada will probably close the office for the day, leave the on-call staff to handle any urgent calls or matters that may arise.
Her chest knots, she needs to get a yukata now too. One that will match her figure, that maybe Midoriya will take notice of...
She taps her thumb against the side before typing out a message, careful to avoid dripping rice or sauce along the screen.
'What's wrong with me? It's just an outing with old friends.' Tsuyu breathes out slowly, fingers hovering above her phone, a dozen responses coming to mind.
Her stomach disagrees that this will be a normal night, curls inward at the thought of seeing Midoriya again, of the way his gaze lingered on her.
Heat pools in her chest before spilling downward, clamping her legs feeling a wetness grow between her thighs.
'Relax, you'll pick a nice yukata and forget about work and family obligations for one night.'
That's what captain Shimada said she needs after all; a break.
Her fingers move to form a reply as her thoughts twist to want, to make good on her promise of showing off all she can do with her quirk.
"I'll be there."
Mina & Nejire
"Hey, it's not a bad thing to want to move up in your career or want to get to know the opposite sex better! However, make sure you two use protection and take time to get know any guys you meet before taking them to bed." Kitaro advises.
Just another supposed 'pearl of wisdom' he feels the need to share over lunch.
Such pearls of wisdom have been near constant since last night, Nejire's face burning pink each time her grandparents bring up the nostalgic days of their youth.
"Nene, you and Mina aren't planning to stay cooped up in the house all day; are you? You two need to get some sunlight on you! And don't even think about giving me the excuse of jetlag missy, there isn't a difference between the archipelago and the mainland!"
Nejire hums, shifting out of her chair.
'Actually, that isn't such a bad idea.'
Anything to get away from another story of Pa's Hero days and Ma snickering at each innuendo he makes.
"You're right, Mina and I are going to hit the beaches right after this!" She declares.
Mina looks up from her tempura and soba noodles quizzically, slurping before finding her voice.
"We are?"
Nejire gives her a look and she quickly recovers with a nod, cheery grin lighting her face.
"Err, I mean right! I can't wait to check out the waves and local delicacies!"
Nejire nods, practically forces her from the chair with a silent order to eat faster before Kitaro goes into another spiel of how he seduced Himika to be his wife after helping her neighborhood during some typhoon.
'Climbing up to Mount Omoto or through Ikari Forest would be better to listening to that again!'
"It's nice your grandparents are still so much love after all these years." Mina teases as they head out into the sunny day. The breeze keeps the humidity away, wisps of white clouds streaming over them.
Nejire scoffs, tips her sunhat lower. "Yeah, yeah. Their love story is told like every year at the community center always giving advice to young couples and newlyweds."
Mina giggles, pausing seeing a row of flyers along the sides of the Market 8 store, promotions for local cleaning business, rental cars, beach supplies, and most curiously:
An upcoming festival involving the summer moon and lanterns.
The pictures below show major events from previous years, children holding scarlet and gold lanterns floating them into an ink black sea. Firebreathers and dancers that skirt around their flames, snapshots of heroes posing with fans.
"Ah, that time of year again already?" Nejire notes over her shoulder, reading over what this year's festival will hold.
"Want to go? Who knows who we'll bump into?!" Mina suggests giddily, wheels in her mind turning to make this both a fun and networking experience.
Nejire reads her face easily, pursing her lips. "I know Corrosivity isn't the biggest Hero Agency out there, but you can't...or really we can't pitch our companies to others. People come to Okinawa to escape the hustle and bustle of city life, not to be reminded of the jobs waiting for them back at home."
Mina deflates some, crossing her arms behind her switching gears.
"Well, if the chance arises maybe from someone recognizing us or inquiring to learn more about our companies..."
Nejire grins then. "Then we'll go for it!
They continue on towards the beach, Nejire stopping them this time outside a boutique. Blue paint is chipped around the walls exposing the wood, lighting and silver webs hanging above the entrance cold and uninviting. The heavy scent of smoke and sand waft around them the closer they get.
"Is this place still in business?" Mina questions seeing the shop shrouded in darkness.
Nejire nods. "The Silver Waves would never let cracks or dust put them out of business."
She turns to Mina with a wink, already has plans made for them.
"I didn't pack any good kimonos, so let's head in and get a discount!"
Mina blinks, shifting from foot to foot. Despite its outward appearance, the dresses and kimonos advertised in the front mirror are way outside her usual budget. Fine blue and velvet stitching belong on models like Uwabami or even Midnight-sensei.
Her head pulses, hands curling at her sides abruptly thinking of how long she's been gone.
"Don't let any opportunity pass you by Ashido, that quirk of yours can be used for both offense and defense!"
Mina brightens, practically bounces on her toes before Nemuri's smile morphs into a frown.
"However, you have to improve your grades too! Most agencies aren't going to prioritize or even care about your dancing skills when looking for the best candidate."
Mina keeps a straight face, inside crackling knowing midterms are next week.
"Yes, I'll study twice as hard! I promise I'm not going to make a F on any subject!"
Nemuri snickers, leaning back in her seat. "Good! And when you're my age, make sure to have a little bit of fun here and there!"
She shakes her head of the memories, Nejire walking in ahead of her.
"Coming?"
Mina nods, storing the recollection back into the depths of her mind.
'I'm here to have fun and see if I can grow my company.'
And to do that she needs eyes on her, people to do doubletakes wanting to learn more about her.
Kyoka- Lotus Breeze Hotel
'Why did I let Denki pick all the travel details again?'
Nothing about this hotel gives off the vibe of 'quiet and away from the crowds'!
But she can admit at least to herself that everything about the hotel is beautiful, amber tiles and the scent of lavender and blossoms in the air.
The views from the airplane showed lush forests to rivers and oceans the colors of crystal blues and deep greens, flowers shades of reds and yellows she's only seen in books.
'I bet I can make my next songs or even entire album forest or beach themed.' She considers.
"Alright Ms. Jirou, we've got you all checked in now! Your room is 2694B. We have a restaurant here on the first floor and a small fast food section near the pool! We hope you enjoy your stay!"
She grins, nodding back as he hands over her room keys.
The first thing on her agenda is a hot bath, maybe a trip to massage/spa day room if it's still open.
'I'm going to look like a completely new woman when you see me again Denki!"
She rolls her luggage towards the elevators, stopping when she hears a giggle near the plants to the left, shadow of two figures.
'I've heard that laugh before.'
However, she hasn't heard said laugh in years, not since U.A., she could be wrong.
'Uraraka?'
She plugs her ears to the wall, flush crawling down her neck hearing everything come in so much more clearly.
"Ah Izuku, not here! What if somebody sees us?" Ochako giggles.
She adjusts her top and skirt, moan softly echoing out as his fingers trail along her back.
Izuku's snicker is light, tinged with deviousness nuzzling into her neck.
"It's fine, nobody is in the lobby at this time of day besides a few bored staff members! We better get going though, Momo is waiting on us to bring up the food! And try the desserts on each other! This time I know how to make you both have an orgasm at the same time."
Ochako smirks. "Been making calculations? Momo and I will turn the tables on you again if you're wrong, I'm sure your cock can handle that though; right?"
Kyoka quickly moves backwards nearly tripping over her luggage to escape this conversation, crouching on the opposite side waiting for them to use the elevators first.
Neither thankfully look her way, so close together, love bites scattered across their skin like constellations. Yaoyorozu is here too, as equally involved it sounds like in whatever is going between them.
Her heart pounds fast in her ears, forcing herself to stand once they're truly gone.
'What did I just hear?'
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