One Shot Summary: After hearing an extremely hurtful comment from Denki and Minoru, Kyoka leaves the dorm in tears. But someone comes to finder her, and it's not who she expects.


Just Go For It!


Friday evenings were the best. That was what Kyoka thought with all her heart. The week had been horrible for many reasons. Classes had been tougher than normal, what with All Might's retirement hanging over everyone's head, the teachers had stepped up the training courses. She was beaten, battered and bruised beyond what she was used to, so she was looking forward to getting to her room, stripping off her clothes and stepping into a nice hot shower so she could let the all the tension in her body melt away.

Before doing that, she walked into the dorm room, headed straight for the fridge and got herself a bottle of water. While she unscrewed the cap and took a drink, she heard voices coming from the common area. "Man, did you see what happened today in rescue training?" She heard Mineta's voice giggle perversely. "Momo's costume got totally shredded!"

Kyoka choked on her water, [Why that little - !]

"Yeah, but Jiro covered her up too fast for me to see anything, dammit," she heard Denki's voice growl, "I swear, that girl is such a buzzkill!"

She felt herself grow cold with anger as she stomped toward the common room. Her earphone jacks were poised and ready to deliver complete divine punishment on the two perverts. "Yeah, she's probably the least girliest girl I've seen in the entire school." Mineta said, causing the girl to stop dead in her tracks. "Sure, she's got a few curves, but my money says she's never gonna get any sexiness of her own going for her."

"She'd make a damn good punk rocker, that's for sure, but, meh, some girls just ain't as blessed as some others are." Mineta continued, driving a deep cold spike into her chest. "I mean look at the whole school, she's the only girl here that's a AA-cup!"

The water bottle slipped from her grasp and spilled all over the floor as she turned away from the perverted pair. She needed to get away. Now! Before she did something that she'd regret, no matter how much they might have deserved it.

The door came open just as she reached it and she ran smack into an absolute wall of muscle. "Oh, h-hey, Jiro, what are - ?" She looked up for a split second, and saw green just before she bolted passed the person and down the hallway as angry hot tears stung her eyes. "Hey, wait!"

She heard him, but she didn't care. She just ran. She ran as fast as she could. She didn't know where her feet were taking her, but she didn't care about that either, she just wanted to be somewhere, anywhere, besides school.

Back at the dorms, a certain green-haired cinnamon roll of a boy was scratching his head with worry. Izuku Midoriya hated seeing his friends upset in anyway shape or form, and he'd just witnessed something extremely rare. Kyoka Jiro, one of the strongest people he knew, was crying. And dammit he wanted to know why!

He heard laughter coming from the common room, and a scowl appeared on his face. Channeling a small portion of One for All Full Cowling, he flashed into the room and found the culprits of the laughter. "What's so funny, guys?"

Both boys stiffened, and looked up at the green-haired powerhouse. "Uh...h-hey, Midoriya?" Denki said shakily, "You...you didn't hear all that just now, right?"

"Yeah, we were only joking!" Mineta shouted fearfully.

Now Izuku was sure that something was up. "I personally didn't hear anything." He said, much to their relief, "But Jiro just ran out of here in tears." They stiffened again, making the boy scowl deeper. "Kaminari, Mineta, explain, right now!"

It was a rare occurrence, but Izuku's temper was just as frightening, if not more so, than his friend, Bakugo's. Bakugo could certainly be frightening with his attitude and his devastating Explosion Quirk, but both boy's knew that Izuku had multiple Quirks now that his Black Whip had manifested. And after seeing what it was capable of doing, no one wanted to mess with him after seeing that monster of a Quirk!

"Sh-she heard us!?" Denki yelped, paling. "Oh, man, I didn't even know she was here!"

"Well, she was!" Izuku snapped, "What did you say?"

Kaminari and Mineta looked at each other nervously. Izuku grew impatient and flared up his Quirk again, stronger this time. Black Whip began manifesting on his forearms. "What. Did. You. Say!"

Kaminari broke first. "We were talking about her looks!"

"You idiot!" Mineta shouted loudly.

"You idiots!" Izuku roared, and nearly lost control. "You know how self-conscious she is!"

Rather than lashing out at them as they feared, Midoriya ran for the balcony and jumped down to the ground below. He ran around to the front of the dorms, and just barely caught sight of Jiro running out of the front gates. "Wait!"

He sped off, boosting himself with his Quirk again just enough to catch up with her. As soon as he was out the gate, however, he was forced to power down. Laws were laws, after all.

But he was more than fast enough to catch up to her somewhat, and ran after her with normal speed. "Jiro, wait up!"

Kyoka heard him, but kept running, "Go away!"

"Listen to me!" Izuku shouted.

"I said go away!" Kyoka half screamed half sobbed as she ran through the crowded streets, pushing her way through the people to get away from him. "Just leave me alone!"

Izuku growled as he flared up his Quirk again, consequences be damned, and lept up onto the side of a building to get ahead of her before he jumped down and landed right in front of her. She wasn't expecting him to do that and, for the second time that day, she practically bounced off of his chest, landing flat on her butt when she hit the sidewalk. "Ow! What the hell, you jerk!"

"Sorry!" Izuku yelped and quickly helped her back to her feet, "But listen, Jiro, I - Ow!" She jabbed him with her jacks.

"I am not going back, dammit!" She snapped, angry tears streaming from her eyes like tiny rivers, "Do you have any idea what those bastards - !?"

Izuku held up a hand to stall her, "Yeah, Kaminari gave me the gist of it," he said which made her flush angrily. "But you shouldn't let what those guys said get about you, you know? I mean - "

"Look, you just don't get it, do you?" Kyoka she demanded loudly which caused the people around them to give the two teens a wide berth, "It's different for girls! And this isn't the first time they've done this to me!"

"Wha - "

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be judged just by how much fat there is on your chest?" She demanded with a poke to his chest with her jacks, "Or-or-or how fat your ass looks in jeans or shorts so tight you can barely fit in them?! No, of course not! Look at you!"

"What about me?" Izuku yelped, momentarily forgetting about why he had run after her.

"Dude, don't tell me you don't see it!" She snapped whilst jabbing him again, "You're totally ripped because of your Quirk!"

Izuku frowned, "Okay, first of all, I didn't get this way because of my damned Quirks," he said with a gesture at himself, "I worked hard to get this way because when my first Quirk showed up? I was a beanpole. I was so scrawny that I couldn't lift a single weight." He shivered while remembering all those hours on the beach cleaning up garbage, "I worked myself sick to make my body strong enough to handle the blow back of my Quirk. And it still nearly killed me on too many occasions to count before I got a handle on it."

"Secondly," he gave her an intense glare that had her stepping back, "Why the hell do you care about what those two perverts are saying? Do you want them to perv on you?"

"What? No!" She shouted, "Of course not!" Now that he'd brought it up, her anger began melting away into embarrassment for her treatment of someone she knew wouldn't harm a fly if he could avoid it. "It's just...what they said...it hurts...you know what I mean, right?" She asked looking up at him shyly.

"Of course I do," Izuku sighed, "You remember that I was a late bloomer, right? Kacchan reminded me that I was Quirkless everyday for the entire time, even after I got my Quirk. Hell, he still does it, even if he's slowed down!"

She began tapping the ends of her jacks together, "Yeah...but...Bakugo's a complete asshole even when he's being nice." She looked up at him with a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Izuku snorted, "Yeah he is." He smiled, "Are you okay, now?"

"No," she shook her head, "I'm not." She leaned forward slightly, and let her forehead rest against his strong chest, "I still don't wanna go back to the dorms...not tonight."

Izuku placed his hand on her shoulder with a nod of understanding. "Then, if you don't mind the company - ?"

Kyoka looked up and gave let her lips curl into a full smile, "Yeah, I think I could use a friend."


頑張れ!


The two teens ended up wandering around the city for what seemed like an entire day before Kyoka realized something. Izuku...was probably about the only boy whose attention she actually wanted. When she thought about it, there were three eligible bachelors in her class. One of them was Shoto Todoroki. He was rich, good looking, and a grade-A student. But he had issues. Daddy issues that she didn't even want to think about.

Scratch one guy off of her list.

The other one was Katsuki Bakugo. He wasn't rich like Todoroki, or Yaoyorozu, but he had decent looks...when he wasn't scowling, or blowing things up. His grades were also good and she could easily tell that, if he fixed his attitude, he'd be a great Hero someday. But that attitude...

He honestly made Monoma of class 1-B look like a saint.

Scratch two guys off of her list.

Then there was Izuku. When she first met him, he seemed like a total and complete dork. That changed after a few days. Right after he beat Bakugo in their first Hero course combat exercise. After that, though they rarely spoke, she'd come to respect him, and even studied with him on occasion. He was one of those types of guys that wouldn't hesitate to give her the shirt off of his back. [No,] she thought, [That doesn't even do him justice. Not after today.]

Of course, now that she'd spent time with him, she could see why Uraraka liked him so much. And that made her feel extremely guilty for a good reason. Because she found that he was not only sweet, she also thought that he was incredibly hot: the muscles rippling across his back, his powerful chest, his hardened stomach she sometimes caught a glimpse of under totally dorky, baggy shirts, and his strong toned legs. It all made her want to -

"Jiro," Izuku spoke up, drawing her out of her thoughts, "I know it's a little late to ask, but where were you planning to go? To your parents'?"

[Dammit,] she hadn't thought about that. "No way." She sighed slight defeat, "They'd just grill me," she groaned, "I love my mom and dad, but man can they be a couple of pains in the ass when they start bugging me for details." She said, "And my dad's really bad about it. When he found out..." she trailed off.

Izuku frowned, "Something you don't like to remember?"

"No," she frowned up at him and began twirling her left jack around her left trigger finger, "I just...don't know how you'd take it." She took a deep breath, "You see...well, you know how I'm close to Momo, right?"

"Yeah, I always thought you two got along well." Izuku smirked.

She smiled a little at that, "Yeah, we did, and we still do, but...I kind'a...sort'a...had a crush on her," she said in a bit of a rush, giving the boy a look, "And I mean a big time crush."

Izuku looked a little surprised. "Huh, really?"

Kyoka was more shocked that he seemed okay with what he'd just found out, "Wait, you don't find that weird?"

"Why would I?" Izuku asked. "Seriously, we live in a superpowered society, so I think two girls liking each other is probably the low side of strange things I've heard about since I heard about a European Hero that called himself Sir Belchalot."

"PFFFFFT!" Kyoka sputtered in uncontrollable laughter, "Are you kidding me?!"

Izuku laughed as well, "Nope, the guy could belch so loud that he it shattered windows," he chuckled, "First time I saw him he was on the Tv dressed in full knightly armor. Mom and I thought he was some sort of Western cosplayer until they announced him as Sir Belchalot right before he let one out. Rattled the speakers on our Tv!"

The two continued laughing for a few blocks before Kyoka finally calmed down.

"Anyway," Izuku had to wipe a stray tear from his eye, "Your dad: did he not like the fact that you like girls?"

Kyoka blushed, "Nah," she sighed, "Apparently they knew before I did," she turned to the boy beside her, "Then again, I'm pretty sure I'm into both boys and girls, Midoriya," she admitted before giving a large smile, "Anyway, when Dad found out I had a crush on someone, he wouldn't stop bugging me until I said who it was. Then he finds out its a girl, he doesn't freak, no not him, he goes and writes a damned song about it!"

Izuku's brow nearly shot off, "Okay, now I know you're joking."

"Seriously!" Kyoka groaned, "For four hours straight he was trying to find the right lyrics for My Girl's Crushin' on A Girl!" She gagged before she burst into giggles, "My God, I've never been so embarrassed in all my life!"

Izuku looked at her skeptically, "Was it any good?" He asked, smirking at her.

"Are you kidding?" She giggled, "I burned the sheet music the minute he turned his back!"

They nearly collapsed into laughter again. Kyoka had to reach out and hold onto his shoulder for support. "So, yeah," Kyoka sighed, "I'd rather not let my folks know about all...whatever the hell this is." She gestured to herself as they continued down the street, "Shit, maybe I should just go for girls. At least they might think I'm attractive."

"But you are attractive," Izuku said without even hesitating before stuttering out with his cheeks reddening, "I-I-I mean you're p-pretty!"

The boy looked up and away from her in embarrassment while she took some small pleasure in his words. "You say that, but then again you've got total hotties like Ochako and that Melisa girl from I-Island hanging off of you."

Izuku looked at her with confusion written all over his freckled face, "Uh, what are you talking about?"

Kyoka gave him a dubious look, "Now don't play dumb." She crossed her arms, "You can't tell me that you don't know that Ochako has a thing for you?"

That surprised Izuku to no end. Uraraka had a thing for him? "Are you sure about that?" He had to ask.

"Damned sure. Mina even teased her about it before the licensing exams." She said, "What about you? Do you not feel the same?"

Izuku frowned, "I don't think I do," he said, looking depressed, "I mean, I've only ever looked at her as a friend."

"Really?" She couldn't keep the interest out of her voice as she felt something in her stomach flutter, "No one's caught your eye?" She asked, the flutter rising from her stomach to her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

Izuku shook his head, "Well, no, not really?" He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck absently, "I mean all of the girls in our class are really nice, and look pretty, but I haven't met anyone that...well, -"

Kyoka reached up around his neck, turning his face toward hers. "Made you feel like this?" She stood up on her toes simultaneously pulling him down at the until their lips met in a tentative touch. She expected it to be a nice, soft kiss, but the fluttering sensation turned into a warmth that consumed her as he leaned into her kiss, his lips surprisingly soft against her own..

All of her anxiety she felt the moment she made the decision to act on her feelings had melted away. The pain she had been feeling since she ran from the dorm was utterly forgotten.

What she really didn't expect, and probably not even her cinnamon roll of a friend could have expected, was his reaction.

The warmth that she had felt was a fire for him, and it seared through him. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, almost crushing her in his grip while she fisted her hands into his hair, making him gasp against her lips as the desire to have her closer to him became unbearable. Kyoka had heard the old line about fireworks going off when you kissed someone you liked, but that was nothing like what was happening. The last time she'd felt something even close to it was during the sports festival when Kaminari had let loose on his Quirk, and fried the whole field during the Cavalry Battle.

Only this felt good. Incredibly good.

"Hmm," out of breath she drew back and looked up at him, "For...for a first kiss...that was pretty awesome." She giggled at the flustered, wide-eyed look on his face, "Where did that come from?"

Izuku just gave her a shaky grin, "I-I should be the one asking you that." He said with that cute stutter of his, "Didn't you say you liked Yaoyorozu?"

"Yeah, liked as in the past," she said, laying her head against his chest with a small content sigh while she enjoyed the way his heart sounded when it sped up, "Besides, are you gonna tell me you didn't enjoy that?" When she heard his heart stutter, but no answer, she decided to tease him a little, "So," she poked him with her jacks, "My place, or yours?"

She felt him go rigid for a minute, then he started chuckling, "Mine, I guess." She looked up at him, completely stunned that he hadn't devolved into the stuttering mess that she had expected, "W-Well, you did say you didn't want to see your parents right now."

Kyoka felt her cheeks heat up, but it wasn't long before she was laughing again, "Okay, you got me." She smiled up at him, "Do you think your mom would mind if I crashed on the couch?"


頑張れ!


"You're bringing a friend over?" Kyoka heard Izuku's mother say over the phone when he called her. Currently they were heading to his side of the city via the train. It was pure luck that they'd managed to catch one; by the time they got to the station, it was nearing midnight.

"Yeah, she had a rough time today, and wanted somewhere to stay," Izuku explained.

"She?!" His mother gasped which turned into a sob, "Oh, my dear little Izuku - !"

Kyoka giggled as the boy next to her turned beet red, "Mom, no! It's really not like that!"

"It's not?" Kyoka put in from his side, feigning disappointment, "Darn."

"Not helping," hissed Izuku.

His mother laughed over the phone, "Well, I'm absolutely fine with it, but I won't be home this evening," she said with a lightly teasing tone, "You see, I'm in Tokyo right now."

"Tokyo?" Izuku asked, "What happened?"

"Oh, it's nothing you need to worry about, Dear," his mother laughed, "Your father got a little time off, and decided to book us a reservation at a nice restaurant. And since it'll be late, I'll be staying over until he leaves tomorrow afternoon," She laughed indulgently, "Either way, if you two are hungry, I've made some rice balls and left them in the refrigerator. Oh, and I had some yakitori in there, too."

"Sounds good, Mom, tell Dad I said hi," he smiled.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She laughed.

Izuku's face burned, but before he could respond, Kyoka reached over and pulled the phone away, "I'll make sure he behaves."

Izuku heard his mother bawling again, and sighed, "You enjoyed that way too much." He said as he ended the call.

She giggled, "What can I say? You bring out my mean side." She leaned against his shoulder, "Sorry if I took it too far, though. Your mom sounds really nice." She snickered, "She's sounds just like you, too, I bet she even has one of those nova-blushes you're so famous for!"

"I-I am so finding a way to get you back for this!" He growled threateningly. Or he tried to sound threatening. To Kyoka he sounded adorable, especially with that squeaky voice of his.

"Can't wait." Looping her arms around his, she nestled against his shoulder to make herself comfortable. "Wake me when we get there."

Izuku swallowed thickly as the girl seemingly fell asleep on him. [What the hell am I thinking?] He frowned, [Better question: what the hell do Kaminari and Mineta not see?]

He leaned his head back against the window, trying not to think about where his left arm was. Kyoka definitely wasn't flat. She had a nice figure if Izuku was to be honest about it. Sure, a lot of the girls at school had more...feminine figures compared to her, but he preferred her this way.

[I should've said something before now,] he said to himself. [And to think that Uraraka has a thing for me?] He shook his head, "I'm in trouble." He sighed tiredly.

"Want me to save you?" Kyoka mumbled sleepily.

He looked down at her and saw a cute little smile forming on her lips. Izuku smiled right back before freeing his arm and wrapping it around her shoulders. "You just did."

She wrapped her arms around his torso, and got comfortable in the new position by tucking her head beneath his chin, "You saved me first."

The young pair then settled in for the ride.


頑張れ!


The train took them to within a few blocks of Izuku's apartment complex, but while they had been on the train...

"There are weathermen with Quirks that predict weather, and they still manage to get it wrong," Kyoka shivered as she held her hand out under the torrent of rain that was absolutely pouring outside the awning. "And we didn't even grab our civilian clothes."

Izuku winced. At least she had a blazer on. He was just in a T-shirt and his gym pants. Not that either would have much protection. The material was meant to be tear resistant, not waterproof.

The boy looked down at his phone, "It's passed one o'clock," he sighed, "And there aren't any all night stores in this area."

Kyoka saw where this was going, and sighed, "So we run?"

"So we run." Izuku nodded. Both teens looked at each other before grinning. Then they took each others' hand and screamed while they ran out into the cold rain.

They ran all the way toward Izuku's apartment, and ducked under the awning next to the steps. "Ugh, I'm freezing!" Kyoka giggled as she jumped up and down in place to keep her blood pumping while she rubbed her shoulders to warm herself up.

Izuku started scrubbing his hair dry, dousing her with flecks of water. "Hey!"

"Sorry!" He yelped as Jiro started jabbing at him in a gentle reprimand. He reached out and brought her against him, and rubbed her back, "Better?"

"Mm, much," her face was flushed red while goosebumps rose on her skin from his touch. Izuku was as warm as his cinnamon roll nickname implied. But the reason for her million watt blush was a fact that should have been reversed. While her blazer kept her drenched white T-shirt hidden from his eyes, he was without one and the muscles she had so admired were easy to see beneath the drenched fabric. [Gawd, he's totally jacked!]

"C'mon, let's get upstairs and get warmed up before you catch a cold." He moved them toward the elevator as he felt her shiver. But her shivering had nothing to do with being cold...yet. "You can use the shower first."

"But I don't have anything to wear," she protested weakly, "And I'm not borrowing your mom's clothes. That's too weird."

Izuku blushed, "Don't worry about that for now." He pulled her into the elevator and pushed his floor number, "I'd just as soon put you in one my T-shirts rather than letting you freeze."

Before she could tease him about that one, she shivered again as a few cold drops of water splashed against her face from his still dripping hair, "I wouldn't say no to a hot shower, I guess?"

Izuku smiled softly at her, "Thought you might not."

Suddenly the lights flashed and turned red as the elevator lurched to a stop. Kyoka yelped as she was thrown against him while the boy grasped her around the shoulders. "What the crap?"

"Power must be out," Izuku reasoned with a frown, "Damn, and the building doesn't have any generators."

Kyoka shivered, feeling colder, "S-so we're stuck in here?" Her voice was slightly panicky: not only did she not like thunderstorms, but she didn't much care for being stuck in an elevator for the foreseeable future.

"Yeah, but power outages don't usually last all that long in this neighborhood." He told her, "Probably about ten minutes or so."

It was twenty minutes later that Izuku began to worry. Kyoka was shivering against him violently from her drenched clothes, himself being the only heat source they had. "Dammit, what I wouldn't give to have a Fire Quirk right now." He frowned.

Kyoka was having similar thoughts. Her front, and shoulders were warm, thanks to him, but it was hardly enough when she was still in her wet clothes and her back was exposed, even if he had his arms around her. A thought struck her then, one that she was certain that she'd never live down. "B-Back up a sec, o-okay?" She trembled as he reluctantly released her. She was glad that the lights were red so that they could hide her flushed face which felt as if it were about to burst into flames right then as she began shrugging out of her blazer.

She dropped the blazer to the floor, and struggled to lift her shirt as it clung to her cold skin. When she did so, Izuku yelped and turned himself around to face the wall.

Kyoka was not a fan of nudity on her best of days, nor would she ever consider herself as an exhibitionist by any means. But she felt a small thrill run through her while her heart pounded against her ribs as she stepped up to the boy's powerful back and snaked her freezing hands under his shirt which caused him to yelp when her cold hands pressed against his skin. "Sorry." She murmured, "Um, you know you can turn around, right?" Her voice was quiet while her hands traveled up his toned stomach to his chest, "I...I'm still wearing my bra."

Izuku nodded silently...before he took hold of his shirt and removed it. Kyoka was the one that yelped this time. She'd seen Izuku without his shirt on before on several occasions, but to any girl that appreciated masculinity, he was an extremely good example. His muscles were subtle, and well toned. Not like the bulging types she saw on pro heroes that worked out in gyms tirelessly to make themselves look bigger, and badder. She could tell that, as much as Izuku wanted to be a Hero, he would never have that type of body, but strangely that didn't seem to bother her.

He turned around then, and even with the emergency lights on, she could tell that his face was flaming. And he was staring.

Kyoka crossed her arms across her chest, and naval, "Please, don't stare." She mumbled, and jabbed him weakly with her jacks while she tried to hide herself.

"I...I can't help it..." the way breathed sounding as if he'd run a mile, "Ji...Kyoka," she gasped as he spoke her name, a pleasant shiver running through her at his sudden boldness, "You...you're beautiful..."

Thunder rumbled and roared outside, sending vibrations through the elevator and making her jacks tingle. She yelped and jumped against him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. "Wh-what's wrong?!"

"Sorry," she mumbled against his shoulder, "Storms...don't agree with my Quirk."

She felt him nod, hopefully in understanding. Slowly, his arms wrapped around her back, his rough and calloused hands rubbing soothing circles against her skin. "What..." she breathed out, sounding strained as her goose bumps returned, "What about me is beautiful?" She asked, trying to take her mind off of his hands. "You said I was attractive earlier, but you've gone and bumped me up to being beautiful?"

One of his hands went up to start petting her damp hair, "What about you isn't beautiful?" He asked, sounding firm, "I could go on and on about things I like about you, and not come up with anything I didn't. The only one that doesn't think that you're beautiful is you."

[Sappy bastard!] It felt like a bullet had gone straight to her heart with those words. And dammit she was happy about it! "Prove it."

His hold on her loosened, allowing her to look up and see his face again. A picture of sincerity. But it still wasn't enough. Not when she still had her doubts about...all of it. She hated to admit it to herself, but Kaminari and Mineta's words still haunted her.

He brushed his right thumb against her cheek, smearing something warm and wet across her face. Was she crying again?

He leaned close and brushed his mouth against hers. Earlier, when she had initiated the kiss, it was like a massive shock to her systems. This? This was the beginnings of a slow burn. She let out a small squeak when he gently sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. He repeated the process three more times before she let out a deep moan in her throat.

Izuku's mind was running on autopilot, his instincts taking most of the reins, but his chest swelled with joy when he heard her moan. She liked what he was doing. He then swept his tongue across the seam of her lips.

They opened.

Right there, and right then, Izuku Midoriya was completely undone. He molded his mouth against hers, and she kissed him back. He plunged between her lips, tasted her, found her tongue and caressed it with his, a small whimper escaping her as her fingers twisted back into his hair as they had earlier, her nails scraping against his scalp pleasantly.

He moved his hands down her back, finding the strap of her bra. It came undone with a small pinch of his fingers. She gasped as she clutched at his shoulders, breaking their kiss. Breathing raggedly, the two teens stared at each other, their faces flush. "Wow," he whispered.

Kyoka giggled breathlessly at him, "Understatement of the freaking year," she said, having trouble catching her breath, "You know how to kiss."

"Thanks...and I'm sorry."

"For what?" He pointed at her just as the strap on her right shoulder slid down, revealing the small budding breast it hid. "Oh...Oh!" Her arms blocked his view in an instant. "That...you...I mean I didn't...not like any of that...it's just..."

He looked at their surroundings, "Not here?" He offered with a small smirk.

"R-right." She nodded. But a small glance up caused her to start giggling.

"What?" He asked with a smile of his own.

"Your head's steaming!" She chortled.

Izuku looked up above his head, and sure enough, he caught a small glimpse of steam. He grinned at her, "So's yours."

Kyoka didn't doubt it. She felt a lot warmer now. "So," she laughed, "Are we - ?" The lights flickered and the elevator came back to life, carrying them up. [Ugh, timing's a bitch.]

Izuku stooped to gather up their discarded clothes, Izuku slinging his over his shoulder as it was still wet. Kyoka held hers in front of her chest, shivering as the wet cloth touched her skin. But it was better than taking the chance of someone else catching a full peek at her.

The doors opened and the boy peeked out, "Okay, it's clear."

Kyoka darted out and followed after him as quick as she could. All of the heat that he'd helped her build up was gone in just a few seconds of being out on the balcony. Thankfully, his apartment was close to where they came out. Izuku quickly had the door open and rushed her inside.

Thankfully the power had come back on throughout the complex as he switched the lights on and kicked out of his shoes before he bent down to help her with her own, the combat boots being harder than sneakers to just slip out of. "I'll get the shower going, and then you can really warm up." He promised her as he slipped her left boot off. "Are you okay?" He asked when he felt her trembling again.

Kyoka nodded, "Yeah, I'm...fine, really," she said while blushing as he lifted her right foot to slip off the remaining boot, "That shower sounds really nice." Izuku nodded and stood up as he darted off toward the bathroom. Meanwhile, Kyoka was left to stew over what was happening.

She had basically almost had sex with someone in an elevator...and she was fine with it! [Dear god, what's gotten into me?!] She thought wildly when she heard the sound of running water. She looked down at herself, standing there with her shirt and blazer still clutched to her chest. [I seriously need that shower.] She sighed as she stepped into the main room, her socks leaving a wet trail.

Just then, Izuku came out of the bathroom with a stack of towels, "Here," he laid them down across the back of the couch, and draped one across her head. She giggled as he gently started drying her off, "I'm not a little kid, Greenie," she giggled, though she made no attempt to stop him. It felt nice being cared for like this.

Her vision cleared as he draped the towel across her shoulders, "I know, but you deserve a little pampering." He smiled and guided her to the bathroom, "Come on, or else you'll catch a cold."


頑張れ!


The water was just the right temperature as she stood under the spray, letting the water cascade down her body. It was just what she had been waiting for the entire day from the moment she walked into the dorms.

The soap she found, oddly enough, smelled like cinnamon. She wondered if Izuku liked the scent as she lathered up her hands and, letting the spray run down her back while she ran her soapy hands along her body. The scent filled her nose, making her feel much warmer. An image popped into her head for a moment.

Izuku standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her body as his hands explored the contours of her body while spreading the soap. She sighed as she leaned back against her fantasy Izuku, only feeling the cool wall of the shower stall, jolting her out of her little dream.

Blinking herself back to awareness, she shook her head and turned the hot water knob down, letting cooler water bring her completely back to reality. After rinsing off the soap, she stepped out, grabbing up a towel to dry herself. She then looked at the clothes that Izuku had laid out for her, which consisted of a T-shirt that looked way too big for her, and a pair of shorts. Her own clothes were probably still in the dryer.

Then she thought about other things.

Most prominently of how she had dreamt of Izuku joining her in the shower. She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, "Girl, you have got it bad." She said to her reflection, a small frown maring her face, "Beautiful, huh?" She sighed. All she saw was an undesirable body that most boys wouldn't come near, just like Kaminaru and Mineta had said.

But Izuku had seen something. Something about her that he thought was beautiful. She knew the boy well enough to know for certain that he wasn't just saying those things to get on her good side. He was far too naive for that, though she knew that he wasn't totally innocent. The way he held her...the way he kissed her... [He's either a natural, or he's not the sweet, innocent little cinnamon roll everyone thinks he is.] She thought as she looked back down at the clothes.

She bit her lip: her mind was made up, "Sorry, Ochako," she sighed before she simply wrapped the towel around herself. She took a deep breath as she reached for the door, hesitating for a moment before opening it and stepping out into the hall.

It didn't take her long to find him.

He had dried off and put on some fresh clothes before sitting down on the couch, his head laid back. His eyes were just barely open as he dozed on and off. The sound of the door opening must have brought him out of his sleepy daze, however, because he looked up in her direction. His eyes only widened a little before his cheeks reddened a little, "Oh, I must be dreaming."

Kyoka giggled, "You dreamed about me?" She asked as a feeling of warmth spread through her chest. She stepped closer, "Do you do that a lot?"

Izuku nodded slowly, "All the time."

Her heart was absolutely pounding against her ribs. As flattering as it was, she decided it was time to let him know that he was awake. There was a deliberate sway in her hips as she stepped around the couch. He watched her every step, making her smile and confidence grow. "And how do these dreams usually play out?" She asked as she stood in front of him.

He reached for her, placing his hands on her hips, and pulled her to him. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, looking down into those impossibly green eyes of his that always seemed to draw her in. She bent her head low, her hands moving from his shoulder and trailing up his neck and into his hair as their lips met. It was a kiss unlike the others they had shared that day. Deep and open-mouthed so that she could explore with her tongue. It seemed to wake him up from his stupor as she felt him tense beneath her before his hands started to roam.

The towel loosened around her as his hand ghosted along her breast, down the curve of her back and dip of her waist. She hummed as his hand settled on the light swell of her ass. She lifted from his lips, smiling down at him, "Awake now?"

Izuku looked up at her in a new daze, completely stunned, "Kyoka...what - ?" She placed a finger against his lips.

She smiled as she kissed his cheek, "We started something today, Izuku," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear, "I want to finish it."

He paused and looked up at her. Her face was beet red like his own, but he couldn't see a hint of deceit, or uncertainty. Still he had to ask. "Are you serious?"

Kyoka bit her lip, and gave a very small nod. "Yeah...actually, I...I am." She smiled down at him, "Even if it's just for tonight."

He sat up straighter, bring up his hands cup her face between them, "It...it won't be just one night," the boy said as her jacks curled around his wrists, "If I'm who you really want, then - "

"You're everything that I could want, Izuku," she reached up and loosened the towel, letting it fall and pool around her waist, "And I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you."

That was all he needed. He scooped her up into his arms stood with the girl giving out a shriek of laughter as she nestled against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing his chest and shoulder teasingly. He retaliated by digging his fingers into her exposed ribs. She squirmed in his grasp as she tried to muffle her laughter and get away from his fingers until he kicked his bedroom door open.

"You still had a bed here?" She asked in a huff as she noted the All Might themed comforter.

"Mom bought another one so that I could spend a night or two at home when I got time." He smiled, "Gonna have to thank her for that."

She giggled, "You'll never hear the end of it."

He snorted as he laid her down against the mattress, "Probably not."

The sight of Kyoka laid bare beneath him was enough to take his breath away as she looked up at him with those dark eyes of hers, finding it almost impossible to look away from them. He did find the will, and straightened up to pull his shirt over his head.

Kyoka couldn't help but marvel at his upper body as he tossed the shirt to the floor. She reached for him as he leaned over her, smoothing her hands over the hardened muscles of his back as he kissed the side of her cheek and ran his lips down her neck, across her throat and down to her chest. She gasped when she felt his tongue circling around her nipple, throwing her head back with a moan while her fingers knotted into his hair as he sucked it into his mouth.

He paused for a moment, waiting to see if she wanted him to continue. Instead, she mewled longingly when he stopped, prompting him to continue on to her other breast, circling her nipple, sucking, and biting gently.

"HAH!" She moaned, "I-Izuku!"

His head was up in a second, his face laced with worry, "Am I hurting you?" He asked almost frantically.

Embarrassed that she had caused him to worry when he was making her feel so good, she shook her head, "No," she said quietly, "If anything...I'm wondering if I'm...I'm not your first?"

Now it was Izuku's turn for embarrassment, "Uh, no, - I-I-I mean you are!"

She bit her lip, "Then...how are you so good at...what you're doing?" She asked as Izuku ducked his head down against her shoulder.

She was confused by his behavior for a moment, but then her Quirk picked up on something that only someone with super hearing could catch. "B-books."

She blinked owlishly, "Sorry...but did you just say - ?"

"Please don't make me say it again," Izuku groaned, but she was about to when he decided it was better to just take her mind off of it entirely. He moved so that he could kiss her as deeply as she had done to him before, his tongue exploring her mouth as she retaliated in her own ways. It worked, though he knew that he was probably going to catch hell from her later when she remembered.

But for the moment, both of their focuses were back on each other as their lips were locked and their hands moved over each others' bodies, her soft, smooth curves a sharp contrast to the rough and scarred plains of his chest and back. Her hands then wandered lower, her fingers curling around the waistband of his pants. The button was unsnapped easily, and she was able to find and draw the zipper down. Something sprang free, bumping against her wrist.

Her breath hitched, [No, that can't...no way!] She tore her lips away from his, and looked between them. His face was red with embarrassment as the proof of the effects she was having on him was revealed. Though his face was nothing compared to her own.

She had gone pale.

Izuku looked at her with worry, "Second thoughts?"

Kyoka shook her head vigorously, "No, I just...it's...bigger than I thought it would be." Her blush was radiant, enhanced as her jacks floated around her face in little corkscrew-like shapes.

His face broke in a gentle smile, "Then...should I keep going?" He asked, while her answer came as a simple nod as he leaned back down to kiss her softly. He reached down and caressed her breast, lowering himself to take her nipple back into his mouth, suckling harder while she moaned. His hand moved lower as his fingers sought out the warm slit between her legs.

She cried out when he touched the small node there. She moved her hips against his fingers, gasping as they moved lower her breath coming out in rapid little pants as he moved down her body, dragging his lips across her toned stomach, his tongue circling her naval. He felt the muscles in her stomach tense as he moved lower. Kyoka yelped and covered her face as he slowly spread her legs apart. [What the hell happened to my shy cinnamon roll?!]

She then jolted as she felt his breath against her skin, and the first draw of his tongue against her. No longer caring about embarrassment, or anything else at that point, Kyoka's breath exploded out of her in a moan that was only drowned out by the sound of thunder outside. Her hands clenched and unclenched into the bed as he worked her, her head tossing back and forth while she raised her hips to meet him.

Then she let out a squeal as her body shuddered as he continued to lick. Her body soon went limp, her chest heaving.

She felt the bed bounce a little. Turning her head slowly, she saw Izuku stretched out beside her. "Are you okay?" She smiled and nodded slowly, her heart nearly melting at the sight of those pretty green eyes of his. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, "We don't have to go any further, you know?" He reached over and brought her against him, "We can stop right here."

Kyoka shook her head, and then she reached for him. Her fingers threaded into his hair, and pulled him down on top of her. Their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss as he moved between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he guided himself.

He broke away from their kiss for a final confirmation: she gave him a small nod and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. And then she stiffened with pain as he pushed in, and ripped through her barrier. "Ow ow ow ow!" Her nails dug into his back.

"S-s-sorry!" Izuku sounded strained, almost as if he was in just as much pain as she was. He looked at her, and she saw that his face was beaded with sweat, just as she felt hers was. "Ar-are you alright?"

"Yeah," she panted out, "I-I think so." She sighed as the pain started to fade, leaving her with a much more pleasant feeling. "Wait, what about you?" She asked, concern laced in her voice, "You look like you're in a lot more pain than I am?"

Izuku gave her a pained grin, "Your nails."

Startled, she drew her hand back and looked at the fingers of her right hand, shocked to find small amounts of blood beneath her fingernails, "Oh my gosh," she yelped before looking up at him, "I am so sorry!"

Izuku caught her hand and brought it to his lips, "It's okay," he kissed her palm, "Totally worth it...you were worth it."

Kyoka smiled up at him, using her jacks to poke at his cheeks, "You dork." She giggled and reached up to brush her hand against his cheek, "I couldn't have asked for a better partner."

"I'm not hurting you, right?" Izuku asked.

She shook her head, "No, silly, I'm - " She moaned as he withdrew and pushed back into her. No more words were exchanged between the two lovers as he began to move. She tightened her arms around him kissing and nibbling all along his neck and shoulder. He seemed to shift into a higher gear at that point, driving her up and up toward a breaking point than she was becoming desperate to reach as she lifted her hips to meet him.

The strength of his thrust surprised her as he pushed her over her breaking point, and Kyoka let out a scream. Izuku let out a hoarse cry of his own as she tightened around him and ground against her before he too broke, and collapsed beside her.

"Holy shit." Kyoka breathed out.

Izuku grunted, and rolled over on his side so he could see her better. "That's one way of putting it." He propped himself up on his elbow, "You okay?"

She giggled and scooted closer to him, "I don't think I've ever been better," she winced, "But...I am a little sore." She prodded him teasingly with her jacks as she made an attempt at a flirty smile at him, "You're rough, Mister."

Izuku rubbed his neck where several bite marks could be seen. "At least I didn't leave any marks," he said while Kyoka looked at him in embarrassment. "Like I said, though: totally worth it."

She smiled and hugged him around his waist, "Let's get under the covers." Izuku chuckled as he lifted her into his arms again and pulled the covers back. "So," she nestled herself against his chest a few moments later as he pulled the covers over them, drawing little circles there with her jacks. "That happened."

"Yeah, it did." Izuku smiled as he caressed her back. "I hope this wasn't a bad end to a terrible day?"

Kyoka had to laugh at that, "Definitely not." She sighed, "It started out pretty shitty, though, not gonna lie about that," she giggled while she snuggled closer to him, her head just below his chin, "But this was the last thing I expected."

Izuku snorted, "I don't think either of us were expecting something like this." He said, then frowned, "This...this really wasn't a one-time thing, you know?"

She smiled as she turned her head slightly to kiss his chest. "I have absolutely no experience in having a boyfriend." She giggled as she enjoyed the sound of his heartbeat.

"And I've never had a girlfriend," he chuckled as he shook his head, "But...I did lie to you."

Kyoka jolted. "You...you did?" She looked up at him expectantly.

"Yeah, when you asked if I had my eye on someone," he clarified, "Truth is, I've had a small crush on you since the start of the school year."

Her breath caught in her throat. "When I first saw you, I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever laid eyes on," he chuckled as she hid her face in his chest, "But I was still terrified of talking to girls, so I never dared to get close. And then you came to me, and we studied together. We had fun talking, and I didn't want it to end."

"Why not say something, then?" She found herself asking.

"Too scared," he said bashfully, "Truth be told, I think fighting villains is way easier than talking to girls." He grinned, "Doesn't help that the one person outside my mom that was openly affectionate toward me was a homicidal maniac."

It was too easy. "You mean Bakugo?" She giggled which turned into a shrieking laugh when he growled and assaulted her ribs again, "Okay, okay, stop!" She shrieked as he let up on his tickle torture. "Seriously, though," she said as she looked up at him, "Where are we gonna take this?"

Izuku smiled, "Kyoka," he ran his fingers through her hair, "I love you." Her heart skipped a beat. With her jacks against his chest, she could easily tell if he was lying: he wasn't. "And I want to go as far as possible...if you'll let me?"

She smiled, "Don't think you'll get rid of me that easy after hearing that." She said and pulled the blanket up around their her shoulders. "So, I say let's just go for it."


AN: There's a little moral to this story. Physical pain is painful, but emotional pain can be just as bad. Plus there are not enough IzukuxJiro fics out there. :p

That's Just Go For It! folks. Hope you enjoyed it!