Three years earlier….

It was the last day of her homestay when she decided to make her move.

Ruby told me that she loved me like crazy. Those were the final words that ring onto my ears to this day. It covers me like a blanket of snow on the asphalt. It covers my soul like a painting on a canvas. In a way, my paintbrush has been dipped, soaked in the crimson color that came from her cup. We were making art. Kind of awkward in a way to describe our first time together. Why not be straightforward like the guys that I read in my seinen or shounen mangas. Maybe I don't have the constitution to be straightforward. I mean, hell. I know it had taken Ruby a lot of guts to spill her guts, taste her thoughts, and swallow what love she wanted to give. We were young, nubile, naive.

What more can it be said?

We were alone in the apartment. Aki Sora was the manga of choice. The Weeknd was playing non-stop in my room. Mom was out at the pachinko parlor with Aunt Mitsuki. With the jars of pennies she was carrying, it was going to be a long night. Ruby was there long enough to study the idiosyncrasies of my mother. When carrying those jars, she knew it was going to be a long night. With a jar, not too long. Was it formulated, strategized, out of the blue?

Be that as it may, it didn't take the redhead-brunette further thoughts to engage in the act. She set the stage within the finite period in which Mom was out of the door and my being too engaged in the book to pay notice.

'Izuku, there is something I need to tell you.' Her words weren't sullen. Neither crestfallen. I was mid-bite in my potato chip when she called my name. Upon my eyes cresting from the book, she wasn't wearing any clothing.

Her breasts were exposed, allowing the area to cool her sweaty body and to perk her nipples. My eyes fixated on her pimply bumps, then the creamy complexion on her stomach, and finally the simple dollar-store panties she was holding onto, as if she was preparing to pull them down.

In those seconds, I should have noticed what she was going to do.

'I like you and I want my last day to be memorable.' Ruby's chapped lips were moving in such a lovely way. But, my brain didn't catch the words until she kneeled to the floor. Like a tigress on the prowl, she captured my attention by stealing my lips.

My lips meshed with hers, tasting the essence of her feelings. Or, maybe the taste of that beef stew that Mom made for lunch. Her saliva crossed with mine, taking away the breath that was attempting to produce words. I didn't know what to do. My hands were shaking, my body became frozen. My heart was pounding so furiously that it was a wonder that it didn't evacuate my mouth.

Ruby broke the kiss. She wiped the remaining saliva with her arm. Her eyes were attentive at the erected member in my pants. She didn't look excited, she didn't have the look that she wanted to force this. Or, maybe those were the feelings to convince myself. Nevertheless, she didn't have any intent of stopping.

I was still in a daze. The taste of her lips were invigorating. It tasted like sweet alcohol that you take sips from the pantry without your mother knowing. The prowess of womanhood was acutely apparent when she used her foot to push me to the ground.

I gasped her name, but words didn't come up. The final article of clothing was being removed. From the floor, the showcase of this one-woman show was there. Combinations of red and black hair around her vagina. You could tell that she had shaven at some point. She didn't make a smirk. Her face was flat as the surprised expression I had about this. Never in my fifteen years did I suspect such a moment.

She lowered herself to the ground. She didn't say anything. Her hands were pulling at my pants. She was one-tracked, focusing on obtaining her prize for the moment. I shut my eyes, only hearing the ringing of my unbuckling belt and feeling the sensation of my sweltering dick exposed to the open air.

I didn't resist. Perplexed, puzzled, confused, I just went along with the program.

She slid my pants. She, at least, had the decency of folding it and placing it beside her on the duvet.

'Please feel good from this,' she asked pleadingly. She snorted momentarily before spitting saliva onto her soft hands. She used it as lube as she applied it to my penis.

I cringed when hearing and feeling the slickness and the stickiness of her hot saliva onto my sturdy cock. With her free hand, she cupped my balls. I remained motionless as I didn't know how to express this newfound sexuality.

'Forgive me, Icchan!' She uses my nickname. To feel personal? To make me comfortable? So the familiarity of a relationship since the beginning of her homestay. I don't know. One thing was for certain, my body was overriding my judgment.

I wanted to do something. I needed to do something. I didn't do anything. Ruby was the judge, the juror, and my executioner. I allowed her to use my body as her bidding.

I gave in to use my body at her disposal.

I can see falling from her silver eyes. Sniffles followed as she continued stroking my cock. At each grip, at each tear, the intensity followed. The sounds of her muffling filled the room. She continued stroking, kneading, and gripping my cock as if this was the last thing she was ever going to do in her short life.

I squirm as the pleasure was building in its crescendo. The waves were ebbing and flowing as the warm waters on a beach. I knew I wanted to release the tension. To spray out the very essence of my masculinity onto her softened face. However, she stopped.

She pulled her hands away from my dick, leaving it exposed to the world. My eyes were darting to the ceiling. Pictures of All Might filled the room. I felt a bit of guilt. What would my mentor think if he saw this? Would he be mad? Would he applaud me? What would he do? I don't recall him mentioning to me that a test of heroic strength was to combat your sexuality with the opposite sex.

'Icchan?'

My thoughts are broken by the sounds of her skittish voice. My head tilted to the concerned Ruby. She was rubbing her eyes.

'I don't want you to hate me,' she cried. 'I do want you to feel good. I can't help how I feel.'

How do you feel? What about how I feel? Words I didn't have the guts to say. Our relationship to this point was calm, casual, simple. Like two ships docked in a bay to engage, interact, and be cordial. Our relationship wasn't like a best friend. Wasn't even a brother-sister kind. The best way to say it was that we were treating each other like cousins. Friendly to each other, but nothing further.

As I've mentioned, it had taken Ruby guts to express her feelings onto me on this day.

Before I could speak, she raised her hand. 'I have to do this. I love you! I can't keep this pain in my heart. If I can't do this now, then it will be pointless. I must seal the deal. I want to show you how serious I love you.'

Ruby turned again. She scanned the area, creating a strong, pregnant silence. Her eyes were raised when seeing the towel sitting on my chair. 'I think you might hate me, so allow me to not give you such a ghastly image.'

She grabbed my bath towel and threw it at my face. Using her body strength, she pushed me to the floor once again. She wrapped the towel so that I couldn't see her next plan of action.

However, it wasn't the coup de grace.

As I lay blinded by sight, she concluded by placing ear buds to my ears. 'I don't want to hear what noise I am making as I put myself onto you.' Before she plugged it in, she whispered into my ear.

'I am sorry!'

The Weeknd now consumed my ears. As I lied blinded by my own senses, the thing I was feeling next was the most unforgettable sensation.

I gnashed my teeth when feeling the softness of hot flesh. That was the best way to describe the feeling of my first time in Ruby's vagina. It felt forced. It was like forcing a prong into a socket that didn't fit. I felt the force as she dove further and further. My dick suddenly felt the hotness of liquid dripping down onto the base.

If I would have known that this was her first time too, then I should have said something.

Mom always told me to save that first time for the person that you love.

However, that opportunity didn't arise.

Pressure was being felt from my pelvis. The shifting and maneuvering of my dick became apparent as she continued to perform that act. I couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything. Just the Weeknd and the somewhat mildew towel blocking my senses.

I felt her chest lowering to mine. Her breasts swaying over my chest.

I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or by accident, but her hand hit one of my earbuds.

'Izuku! Izuku! I love you,' she cried. 'Love me! Love me like you would Ochako or the girls you speak with at school! Love me like we are lovers.'

Pressure was building from my balls. The surge of my sperm wouldn't be long before it crammed into her womb. That should have been the moment that I needed to pull myself away from Ruby. I went to Sex Ed. My mother gave me the talk.

Once more, before I can say a word, she said those words.

'I love you, my little emerald gem,' she said sharply. 'I love you like crazy.'

A rush of adrenaline came out from my brain. Her lips made contact with my lips between the towel. The surge of my sperm released itself from the bank and made a deposit within the confines of Ruby's womb. At each spurt, the kiss continued. She held onto my face, making it certain that this moment was going to count.

'Thank you for this memory, Izuku,' she said to me. 'I love you! Love you like crazy!'

It felt like a dream. What more can I say? That moment in time has changed, if not shifted the paradigm of my being. To think that it was a few years ago and I still can't get this moment out of my head. It's like a motion picture, being replayed at any moment in time. Black-and-white, in color, through negatives, subtitles - it remains the same.

And thanks to her, she is the ONLY reason why I have difficulty keeping a relationship.

Or feeling anything sexually towards another woman.

GOTA: After reading one of my favorite mangas, I was inspired by this scene.

BD: Nothing wrong with inspiration. Looking forward to seeing your story come to life.

GOTA: Stay tuned!

To be continued….