Hey, readers! This is the sequel to 'The Tetsuo Youth.' A few months have passed since Izuku and Mina began dating. As their relationship progresses, so those the thoughts of when they are planning to finally consummate the relationship. Is Izuku ready? Is Mina ready? What will happen? Find out in this new story, 'Shima's Sail.' This is an OOC Izuku x OOC Mina love story. Enjoy!
It was a sunlit day of late spring, and the sky held a soft blue glow. Since this was the mountainous valley of the Tokyo suburb, one couldn't tell it was spring because of seeing the green grass with specks of color from flowers like lavenders, roses, or asters. One couldn't tell it was spring because the white coat of snow had melted from the sunlight. And one couldn't tell it was spring because the trees had resurrected, and were standing tall with bright green leaves resting on the branches.
The atmosphere of Denny's was no different than any other family restaurant. The sound of the few customers that were there talked their usual conversations, or "coffee talk." There were some individuals sitting in booths. There was a man who was reading a magazine. There was a woman who appeared to be working on something important.
Nearby, there were two teenagers who were discussing things of their proverbial, yet trivial affairs.
"Have you two done it yet?"
Izuku nearly choked on his hamburger when hearing the inevitable coming from the blonde's slothful, chapped lips. They were sitting in a booth. It was their lunch break and it was the blonde's decision to hang out with his childhood friend. Izuku didn't mind as he knew that today was a half day, meaning that Mina would be heading straight to work after their last class. So, Izuku didn't mind catching up.
All in all, the emerald-haired child has been in good spirits with his budding relationship with the pinkette.
As he found the right pipe to swallow his hamburger, he was amazed he could stomach sitting with the devil. The same devil that had stolen Ochako away from him. Maybe it was his forgiven personality that makes him overlook the blonde's plight. Or, he could be just an idiot. Nevertheless, as he took some swallows to his iced tea, he stared blankly at Katsuki, registering the question in his mind.
"Have I done it?"
"Yeah," said Katsuki with his mischievous grin. "Have you done it?"
Wiping his chin from his drink, Izuku shook his head in disagreement when figuring about that certain 'it'.
"No, we haven't." He was adamantly honest. Izuku was familiar with sex. From the appropriate age, his mother have given him the talk. He was given pamphlets and condoms about safe sex. Even so, she provided him with video-graphic material to aid with his urges. Quite uncertain about the appropriateness of a parent given that to a then-fifteen year, he had honored his mother's request. He smiled about how that was the start to the collection of his video library.
Prior to this, he and Mina have discussed their thoughts about sex. He was acutely aware of Mina not being a virgin. She didn't even pick on him about his virginity. The couple has kissed, held hands, slept together, and occassionally touched each other's chests (with their shirts on). Izuku found it tremendously adorable on how shy Mina could be. He was under the same category but this was the very Mina who once a gyaru, a delinquent, and a drifter. Regardless, never did she push the discussion of having sex, saying that their course in their relationship was slow. It was something that Mina was comfortable with.
This was their first serious relationship.
However, it was a recent discussion that took place after Mina finished work at the cosplay cafe. He and Mina were sitting outside of his apartment balcony. She had brought him leftovers from her job. As they partook on leftover pineapple cake and root beer floats, it was Mina that brought it first.
'Hey, Izuku. How do you feel if we were to do it?'
'...'
'Sorry, babe! Did I make you feel uncomfortable?'
'No...it's not it. Just never tried to think about it.'
'Why do I see a Pinocchio?'
'My nose?'
'Well, it can also breathe and it can extend.'
'Really, Mina?'
'Sorry, couldn't resist! I...well, I just thought what if we could take it there. To the next level?'
'What's wrong with the current level of where we are?'
'It's nothing. It's nice and comfortable. Well, I just hear things.'
'Things like what?'
'Dipping your paintbrush and breaking into adulthood.'
'I can't speak for those 'things.' I just...well, Mina…'
'Sorry to bring it up. I won't bring it up again.'
'I think about that. If not every day. Kinda nervous, don't want to feel like a dork to you.'
'Well, you are my dork and my Izuku.'
"Mina and I have discussed it."
"Discussed it? That's all?"
"Yeah!"
Katsuki snickered. "This shouldn't have to be a conference call or a meeting. Just whip out your dick and do it."
Izuku kept his composure. He wouldn't allow Katsuki's arrogance to overcloud his judgment. "It's easy to say it without consulting the other party." He scanned his fingernail. "You are reading too much hentai or watching too many of your father's videos."
"Ochako doesn't mind when I do it to her any kind of way." Izuku saw his face, thinking that he should be alarmed and offended of his taking away Ochako from him. Since he and Mina's relationship blossomed, the thoughts of the brunette were becoming more and more of an aberration. Granted, he thought about her whenever they were in class or through passing. He was more concern for her well-being than any remnants of romantic feelings.
"Well, good for you and Ochako. Mina and I, on the other hand, we are still talking about it. That's it!"
Katsuki scratched under his chin, still observing Deku's facial expressions. He slapped the table. "Yep! A virgin you are, you baka!"
Izuku didn't answer. He politely shrugged as he took another sip of his now-watered iced tea.
Raising his eyebrow out of being surprised by Izuku's nonchalant response, Katsuki replied, "Wow! Not the response I expect to get." He placed his palm onto Izuku's head. "Are you feeling well? By now, you would respond differently at this. Like 'quit picking on me.' 'Leave me alone.'" He grabbed his chin. "Maybe my teasing game is off."
Izuku raised his eyebrows. He took another sip of iced tea with this pregnant silence. He sighed quietly before replying to Katsuki. "You should grateful I can have this visit without wanting to kick your ass for what you did with Ochako."
Katsuki looked away with his sly smile. "Oh, C'mon, Deku! Are we still on that?"
He shook his head. "No. Not anymore."
"Good! For a second, I thought you said you were going to kick my ass." Katsuki flexed his muscles. "Ochako was looking for a victor and what can I say, I am always the victor."
Arrogant as always, thought Izuku quietly. He was quite grateful for Mina to teach him about never exposing his true feelings through facial expressions. The only way to get back at an enemy is to do nothing. Let the enemy shine for that is what he wants. And before you know it, you have the upper hand.
He wiped his face with a napkin. "Actually, I should be thanking you."
Katsuki swallowed the lump in his throat. Was there ever a time Izuku giving him thanks without sarcasm? "Y-y-you're thanking me?"
"Hmm, hmm," he replied melodically. "Why settle for a hamburger when there is a prime steak waiting for me." Izuku stood up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills. He laid them out on the table. "Lunch is on me, kid." He gave him the peace sign. "See ya!"
Katsuki sat there, mouth agape as Izuku delivered the last word to the table.
Izuku walked away, didn't think twice about looking back. He didn't have to do so. It wasn't going to bring satisfaction. He knew Katsuki. Part of the reason he wanted this lunch was to see how his relationship with Mina was going. That was part of Katsuki's game - amazing how can have everything he wanted and still wasn't satisfied.
Pathetic!
Izuku stepped out of the restaurant, inhaling the cool, pristine air. He checked his watch, knowing that class should be resuming at any moment. He made haste as he headed back toward the school.
Have you two done it yet?
They were at a comfortable pace, refusing to submit themselves to the conventional norms of hormonally challenged Japanese teenagers. Or at least that was what Izuku wanted to believe.
What if we could take it there? To the next level?
He tried not to further discuss it. He put on his earphones and plugged it into his cell phone. Upon clicking on his Pandora app and opening his playlist, the first song was J. Cole's "Wet Dreamz."
He felt a shiver.
Something was definitely in the air.
Hey, Izuku. How do you feel if we were to do it?
Later that night….
It was a quarter after nine in the evening at Izuku's apartment. He was lying in bed as he was completing his homework. Ectoplasm-sensei had him neck deep in Calculus assignments to the point he was counting the moments before the weekend in anti-derivatives. Rubbing the sleepiness in his eyes, he tried fighting it but it was to no avail.
He closed the textbook, deciding to use Aizawa-sensei's class as the opportunity to finish his incomplete homework.
What if we could take it there? To the next level?
Her words continue hallowing through his eardrum, piercing the synapses of his mind. He felt blank at moments, pondering on her words about consummating their relationship.
He turned to his back, staring at the ceiling. He reached for his cell phone. It was an image of him and Mina at the cosplay cafe. She was sporting a Shimakaze outfit from Kantai Collection. The pinkette was quite alluring when she needed to. It didn't take much as she was comfortable in being a seductive girl when she needed to. He can still picture when they were caught in the photogenic position. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, giving peace signs to the camera. Before the flick of the camera, the pinkette delivered the final touch. A sloppy, wet kiss to the lips.
Izuku felt his breath quavering, telling himself to stop. Just thinking of his girlfriend in costume was arousing. Admittedly, he had a fetish for girls in costume, especially maid outfits.
He frowned when feeling his middle man stirring in his pants. He turned to the side, trying his hardest to fight the temptation of rubbing one out.
Still, thoughts of Mina were occurring more and more as he thought about her.
What are her thoughts when she feels aroused?
Is she thinking of me?
Does her pussy get wet? Does it leak? Does she squirm?
Does she play with her pussy? What finger does she use? Does she use toys?
He shut his eyes, continuing to think of the images of self-gratifying Mina in her cosplay outfit.
Izuku pictured her dressed as Mikoto Urabe from Mysterious Girlfriend X. He imagined her sitting on the desk in the classroom. She was alone, spotting Izuku's desk. Using one of his pens, she sucked on it feverishly, using it to stroke around her nipples. It would have aroused her, grabbing her nipples through her clothing.
By then, her pussy would have been moist. She observed the area, checking she wouldn't get caught. Then yet again, a possible discovery was titillating.
She would have ifted her skirt, exposing her blue and white striped panties. Using the end of his desk, it became her humping post. She continued sucking on his pen. Maybe it was close to dick, according to Izuku.
She would strut, thinking of him. She had a free hand to remove her shirt. Button by button, the pinkette urged for more pleasure. She wanted that tingling sensation, something to relieve that itch.
Izuku! Izuku! I love you!
Ride this pussy! Make me froth like a refrigerator.
Her thrusts would have progressed. Next, she would have removed her bra, exposing her luscious breasts. She would slide the pen in between her fleshy valley, spooling saliva while continuing riding his dick.
It feels good, Deku! Ride me! Ride me!
Oh yeah, I am feeling the itch! Help me relieve it!
Yes, yes, feel me! Feel me!
I am about to cum! Cum for me! I am there! Yes!
Her excitement would have harkened the heavens. At the point, she didn't care if she would have gotten caught.
"I am coming."
Her floodgates would have been released. It was a silent orgasm, shivering and ebbing in the glow. Her juices dripping on his desk, creating a tiny reservoir before casting a little waterfall to the floor.
She would have called his name a few times, desiring his presence.
"Mina!"
Izuku felt the hotness of his sperm covering his hand. He held onto his shirt, feeling the strong emotions of getting off to his girlfriend.
He panted, still seeing the glazed hand that consumed the fantasy of his Mina.
He got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom sink. Turning on the hot water, he applied soap to clean his mess.
What if we could take it there? To the next level?
Hey, Izuku. How do you feel if we were to do it?
He turned off the bathroom light. He felt a bit dazed. Why should he feel bad for masturbating to his girl? Is that the norm in the relationship?
He sat back on his bed, clapping his hands to turn out the lights. As he lied down, he was pondering about today with Katsuki and the conversation with Mina.
"Maybe I should go to the pharmacy to buy some condoms. Just to check them out."
The next day….
The following morning, Izuku woke up early and got himself ready for school. Before heading to school, he needed to make a pit stop. He went on his cell phone to look up the nearest pharmacy. His hands were trembling so much that he had difficulty typing on his smartphone. After taking a few breaths, he was able to find the nearest pharmacy from his house. It was a few blocks from his high school, which was convenient.
Twenty minutes later, he made it to the pharmacy. It was the typically chained pharmacy that can be found in any town in Japan. He passed through the automatic doors. He looked around. There were hardly any customers. He looked at the store clerk who had a smug look on his face.
Trust me, my friend. I don't want to be in here either. That was what came to his mind. He was feeling shy. He was doing something that any boy his age should not do but had to for a precautionary measure. He took another breath as he walked to the counter. It was a decision of his own volition. He was in search of protection.
"Hey, excuse me, sir," said Izuku. The clerk turned around and faced him. The clerk was very pale and pasty. His eyes were heavily lidded and wrinkled that anybody could have mistaken him for being asleep. His button on his vest with a smiley face contrasted on how he actually looks. He placed his hands on the counter. His hands were dirtied, especially under his nails. Izuku did not want to know what the man did in his spare time.
"How can I help you," asked the clerk. He sounded like his day was ruined when Izuku gave him recognition.
"I wanted to know where you can buy condoms?"
The man's face didn't change. In fact, he was not as surprised as if he became familiar with the request. It was very routine. "Family planning on aisle 12." He pointed his finger at the aisle next to the beauty products.
"Thanks," replied Izuku as he ventured his way to his destination.
It did not help when he made to the aisle, the PA system was playing "Get Down Tonight." KC and the Sunshine Band provided as a backup for him as he made his way to the shelf.
He saw the colors of the condoms from various shapes and sizes. From Durex to Trojan to Lifestyle, the choice of condoms was at his fingertips. However, which one would he decide?
For pleasure? Her chemistry? My chemistry? Our chemistry? He mumbled under his breath so that no one could hear. From his left peripheral, he saw an older gentleman giving him a look. He flushed but stood still. At least I am wanting to be safe, he thought to himself.
After thoughtful consideration, he picked the reasonably priced Trojan condom. Slowly, he marched back to the counter. He went to the smug clerk and put his purchase on the counter. He slowly looked at the box before scanning it. The time from scanning the product to putting it in the bag felt timeless for the nervous Izuku. When would it end, he thought.
"Your total is $6.69," said the clerk. Izuku handed him to a credit card. The clerk swiped the card and returned it to him.
"Thanks," said Izuku. He placed the condoms inside of his backpack. He had a secret compartment in case of students like Tenya Iida or Momo Yaoyorozu would do any sort of inspection. He stepped out of the pharmacy store.
Just as he was getting ready to leave for school, he received a text.
It was from Mina.
M: Sup Deku Baby? Where is my silly goose?
I: Silly goose on the day. Where U at?
M: At Starbucks near the school? Wanna cup?
I: Yeah! I can holla at you in a bit.
M: Sweetness! Love you, Izuku!
I: I love you too! Peace!
What if we could take it there? To the next level?
Hey, Izuku. How do you feel if we were to do it?
It was a comfort to know that he has them. No longer it was a factor about how to get them.
It was now when to use them.
To be continued….