Before reading, I did some age modification with certain members of the Todoroki family. Despite Toya (Dabi) being the older brother in canon, I have made him Eri and Kota's age. Aside from that, everything else is much the same. Also, the Pool chapters from 'Izuku's Mothers' are connected to this story. Enjoy!

Rumi and Fuyumi were hanging out at Fuyumi's classroom. School was out for the day and her best friend happened to stop by after leaving the Hero Agency. The icy hot woman was grading papers and the Pro Hero rabbit was perusing the classroom.

"Wow!~" Rumi whistled. "Thick walls. You're at the far end of the hallway, too. And you're on the second floor." She nodded self-approvingly. "This would be a great spot for some non-stop fucking."

"Rumi-chan, stop!" Fuyumi glared at her perverted friend. "The principal could still be lurking around and the last thing I need is another disciplinary report."

The rabbit Pro Hero smirked. "Please. He's mad that his dick can't stand for the pledge like your children do every morning. I see how he looks at those sixth graders with those lonesome eyes. Freaking lolicon!"

"As you should talk, Shota!" The icy hot teen decided to put grades on hold. Taking off her glasses, she looked at her friend, obviously having something on her mind that everything had to involve sex. "Hey, Rumes! Are you under a dry spell?"

She looked dumbfounded, if not insulted. "Me? Dry spell?" She blew a raspberry. "Faunus, please! It is never a drought when it comes to my pussy. It stays sopping wet. Flash flood warnings daily, baby."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "More than I need to hear, Rumi."

The short brown-skinned woman took a seat at a nearby desk. "Like you have room to talk." She crossed her legs. "I see that you got a delicious bunny rabbit at your hole."

Fuyumi began to blush. She rolled her eyes, trying to play coy on what Rumi was addressing. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Rumi wagged her finger. "Don't play dumb. I know you, Fuyu-chan. When you're not busy pleasuring yourself, you use me as a whacking post." The Pro Hero dug her hands onto her lap. "Not that I mind. I do enjoy a little lez play every now and again like any red-blooded girl."

"Ok." The icy hot teacher stood up and went to her classroom door, closing it. Fortunately, she wasn't expecting any children coming back since the only thing available at this time were after school clubs. "Since you've been digging, yes."

Rumi clapped her hands ecstatically. "I knew it!" She crossed her legs slovenly. "Give me the details and don't spare any gory parts. You know I love all the fixings."

"Of course!" She turned her head in both directions in case of prying eyes before looking at Rumi. "So, remember Izuku Midoriya?"

"Your brother's friend?"

"Yeah…that's the one."

The rabbit Pro Hero nodded to herself. "Prime real estate. Prime real estate indeed." She licked her lips. "I've seen him a few times going to and from school."

Fuyumi raised her eyebrows. "And why would you be over at UA like that? It is like you're asking to have your license revoked."

"Hey, it isn't like they know I am prospecting." She touched her chest. "I'm a Pro Hero, just looking for grade-A young heroes that can handle themselves." She winked. "Never know if they got themselves in a bind. Just saying. There are villains that assault sexually."

"And probably learning from you. Villains lurk like you lurk."

Rumi scoffed under her breath. "Whatever…" She looked around momentarily. "So, this Izuku…"

"We…I…him…"

Rumi found it cute when Fuyumi became uncomfortable about her illicit affairs. Unlike her, Rumi was comfortable admitting her demons.

"Popped the cherry stem." Rumi licked her lips. "Well, congrats on that." She slapped the desk. "Midoriya is definitely a prime piece of real estate. Definitely fertile, if you know what I mean."

"Thanks…I think." Fuyumi responded.

"So how long?"

"Going on for two, maybe three months."

Rumi whistled. "Wow, talk about steady. You know I can't go two or three days without finding another boy."

"We know you have a quota. No boys are exempt. Even those that choose bananas over peaches."

The brown-skinned Pro Hero proceeded to blush. "Fuyu-chan. Quit polishing my resume. Can't help that I am just a horny monkey jumping from vine to vine." She licked her lips once more, slovenly at that. "Birds gotta fly. Fish gotta swim. And this bunny gotta eat. Not my fault if I pick fruits from the vine a little too early. Big deal!"

"However, I may not be the only one sharing this vine, if you catch my drift."

Rumi's smile faded. In exchange, it was a frosty glare. "Give me a name and I can take care of it instantly." She cracked her knuckles followed by her neck. "No one is gonna mess with my friend's merchandise unless I get permission to share as well."

Fuyumi sighed. "The thing is…well…" She dropped her head. "It's my mom."

Rumi was sharpening the bottom end of her mallet when she heard what Fuyumi confessed. She raised an eyebrow. "Your mother? Auntie Rei?"

Fuyumi nodded as she leaned back against the chair. "I had my suspicions. For starters, Mom has become too active lately, which I didn't mind at first. She was getting out of the house, getting more productive, and started to become less depressed." She grabbed a pencil holding onto it. "I started seeing a light in her, her old self. She looked happy. It was something that I haven't seen in a long time."

The rabbit Pro Hero understood Fuyumi's plight with her mother. Aware of her parents' unsavory marriage and the distance it carried between the two. "Damn, Fuyu-chan!" She rested her chin on her hands. "How does Izuku get involved?"

"Mom started taking swimming lessons at the community center. The same community center where Izuku works," she said to Rumi. "At first, I didn't think anything of it. At least I knew it was a place where she could ease her mind with the water and she was surrounded by a great guy."

"When and how did you have your doubts?"

"She would come home late at night," she answered. "Clothes wrinkled, smelling of a man. She would stagger and I would think she was drunk but she is such a teetotaler." Immediately, she dropped her head, thinking about her brother. "Pardon the pun!"

"So, you figured she was having an affair." Rumi said as she, too, became aroused with curiosity.

"Mom and Dad sleep in separate rooms. I can't think of the last time they have touched each other. Just for even a warm handshake," she responded. "Plus, being the #1 Pro Hero means that he is never home."

"You're saying that because your mom was too happy, that was suspicious?"

"Exactly! Going out was fine, but she was doing things in a sneaky way. And that's when I knew she was sleeping around with another man." She took a breath. "I've been finding contraceptives in the garbage. She is taking birth control again. Why take birth control if you and your husband aren't sleeping together."

"So, where does Izuku fit in?"

"It was about a week ago." Fuyumi lowered her gaze at the desk. "I knew he was going to be at work that evening and I wanted to surprise him with dinner." She looked away, giving a sly look. "And of course wanting to take a dip in the deep end and there's swimming too."

"And that is where you saw your mom?"

"Yeah! I followed them to the pool and that was when I saw them having sex."

Rumi averted her eyes. She knew her own history about seducing boys. Fuyumi messed around from time to time, but unlike Rumi, she desired love. As for herself, she loved sex and the rush it gave her. "Talk about a manga cliche. Your boy toy is being shared by your own mother."

"It isn't exactly his fault," retorted Fuyumi. "We didn't exactly give ourselves a label with this relationship."

"Do you like him?"

"I do…a lot, actually!"

"Does he feel the same?"

Fuyumi held onto the hem of her skirt. "I don't know. I'm the one that always takes initiative. He never says no. But, he really doesn't say yeah either."

"The fluid type," she said to Fuyumi. "The one that goes with the flow? Hmm~!" The rabbit Pro Hero stood up. "Sounds like my kind of guy. Doesn't ask questions, enjoys a good fucking, and doesn't mind my doing other boys or vice versa."

"That works for you, Rumes." Fuyumi rebutted. "However, with him…"

Rumi sighed. She never liked this kind of talk. Commitments were the last thing on her mind unless it involved a lengthy time period of having fun with boys at a love motel or any venue for that matter. She was staring at the window. "Just go and talk to him. Ask him where this relationship resides."

"It feels weird." She said concerningly. "Do you think he would like me? An old lady?"

"Fuyu-chan, stop! You aren't even in your thirties." Rumi retorted. "You finally have a guy that you look at more than a friend. A sex friend at that!" The rabbit Pro Hero turned around and looked at Fuyumi. "Just ask him what he thinks of you."

"What if he doesn't see me as a lover? What if he likes my mother better?"

"You won't find out standing here." Rumi answered, crossing her arms. "If it was me…well, you know what I would do. However, speculating would only drive a wedge." She looked at her SmartWatch. "Where is he now?"

"He should be over at my house. His mom gave him permission to spend the weekend with us," answered Fuyumi.

Rumi nodded. "When you get home, talk with him then."

"Just like that?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "The worst he can say is no. You won't know until you try." Rumi picked up her mallet and was walking toward Fuyumi's desk.

"By the way, I've been meaning to ask, what are you doing with that?" She pointed at the mallet.

"It's cosplay night at the host club. I got a 2-for-1 coupon so it's gonna be a busy night as Harley gets pulled by the dark side of the Joker and the good side of Batman."

"It is never a day off with you, isn't it?" Fuyumi shook her head for her perverted friend. "It's like you're asking to get pregnant."

"Whatever! Just call me later. Well…tomorrow actually." Rumi gave her the peace sign as she departed from the classroom. As she was walking down the hallway, she pulled out her cell phone. "I will need to hold off from him…for at least a couple days. Sorry, Fuyu-chan! But, if that doesn't work out, I'm getting that Deku Booty!"

Later that evening….

It was another weekend at the Todoroki household. Shouto's father's Enji was out of town on business with his colleagues from the hero agency. Rei was busy visiting old friends from the rehab center. Toya was at a slumber party with Eri and Kota. As for Natsuo, since leaving for the United States to visit friends, he decided that he wanted to stay out there for a while, opting to even attend school there. Nevertheless, Natsuo still writes letters to Shouto with hopes that he follows in his footsteps and leaves Japan.

"Leaving the land of the rising sun?" Shouto was munching on french fries as he and Izuku were watching Kamen Rider on the 72-inch flatscreen in the living room. He and Izuku were alone for the time being. "Nii-nii can choose his path." He slurped his cola loudly. As he sighed, he commented, "But, this is home sweet home."

"Hear, hear," confirmed Izuku. Munching on his double cheeseburger and waffle fries, he was ironically enjoying the very thing that was deterring him from moving away. Plus, even if wanted to relocate, he didn't like the idea of leaving his parents and friends behind. Of course, the teen could make new friends and surrogate families, but Musutafu was home. Japan was his heart and soul, no way could he leave his birthright.

Shouto placed Natsuo's letter on the table beside the couch. "Anyway, Yaoyorozu-san invited us to a slumber party at her house next weekend."

"A slumber party?"

Shouto swallowed his drink. "A platonic slumber party."

He hit his chest. "Shouto. There is nothing platonic about that." He wanted to grin. "Who would leave unaccompanied minors alone in a house like that?"

"Hey," he interjected. "She says that her mother is chaperoning. Momo-chan scored perfect marks this term and as promised, she could have her party with the class."

"Wait a minute. The entire class?"

"Mom's conditions." Shouto frowned. "Unfortunately."

Izuku couldn't agree any further. He could understand Momo's mother's reasoning for not letting anyone feel left out at a party. However, did the businesswoman ever meet his classmates?

"Let's hope she makes the house Mineta-proof."

"Or Kaminari-proof," retorted Shouto.

"Or Bakugo-proof!" Both said unisonally. Izuku covered his mouth to hide his laughter. Shouto nodded with self-approval

"So, wanna go?" Shouto asked Izuku.

"Yeah, I am game. Plus, I don't have any other plans."

"Cool," replied Shouto. "So, for the occasion, I already purchased matching pajamas to attend this party."

"Pause," thought Izuku internally. However, he was too kind to say that to his best friend's face. "Really? Matching pajamas!" He replied inquisitively, displaying coyness with his voice.

"Trust me. You're gonna like it," responded Shouto excitedly. "They are from the Among Us collection."

"Pause again!" Izuku wanted to arch an eyebrow, so in lieu, he lowered his head. "And mighty sus!" Izuku pressed his knees against his chest. He tried finding the right words for his friend. "Shouto, as much as I enjoy our friendship, but there are things called boundaries."

"Boundaries?" The icy hot teen scratches behind his head. "Sorry, but I don't recall that word on our vocabulary test in English." He displayed a cheerful smile to the teen. "Anyway, it looks like we're really brothers. People are gonna love this."

"More like laughing at us!" Izuku thought to himself.

"Trust me, Icchan! You're gonna like it. Scout's honor! Be right back." He jumped from the couch and rushed into his bedroom.

Lately, Izuku began questioning the closeness of his relationship with Shouto. He loved his best friend dearly. They have been friends since starting UA together. Never did he think in these few short months that their brotherhood was closer than a kinship. But, he was trying to find the line between closeness and clinginess.

Defensively, it was safe to say that there could be a level of concern since Izuku was keeping a secret from Shouto. A secret that could sever the ties of not only their friendship but the entire family in general.

Izuku's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the unlocking of the door. Upon opening, he saw the lone daughter of the Todoroki clan entering the household, Fuyumi.

"Tadaima," responded Fuyumi exhaustively. She was in her professional attire - an all-black business suit which consisted of a blouse and skirt with white stripes. The teacher dropped her items to the floor as she sat on the stairs to exchange her shoes for her house slippers. "Shouto, come and get my stuff and bring it into my room, would you?"

"I'm busy with something right now. Izuku is out in the living room. Let him do it," replied Shouto from afar.

The icy hot woman's antennas were alerted when hearing her eye candy was within her reach. "Izuku?"

Izuku raised his hand. From his position in the living room, she couldn't see him. However, seeing his waving hand indicated her lovely cinnamon roll's presence. "Well, look what the Faunus brought in."

Her demeanor immediately changed. The thoughts of exhaustion and depletion passed away and in exchange became sultry and titillated. "Glad to see you back again, I-zu-ku!"

Fuyumi was tired. She was flushed. The entire morning was spent at a boring faculty meeting about pressing matters that were nonsensical and pointless. After talking with Rumi, she headed over to her father's Hero Agency because he forgot to get an important document and needed her to fax it to his hotel. Nevertheless, the exhaustion was worth it since a certain stress reliever was close by.

Nervously, the emerald teen smiled. "Thanks, Fuyumi."

Fuyumi wasn't really in the mood to have the conventional norms of conversation. She dropped her blazer and tossed it to the couch. Immediately, the sweet-sour combo of fragrance and sweat entranced Izuku's nose. Izuku, instinctively, backed away on the couch as Fuyumi crawled onto the couch with hunger in her eyes.

"Fuyu…" She put her finger onto his lips, inciting silence.

"Shh! Don't speak! Words can't fathom what pains me in my soul." Fuyumi positioned herself on top of Izuku. She cradled his cheeks, gripping them tightly and pressed her lips against his. Her body was pressed onto his. She didn't care if she was being sneaky or not. Her brother was literally yards away from them and it mattered not.

Fuyumi hasn't had sex with Izuku in the last few weeks. She knew that Izuku had been busy preparing for the upcoming Sports Festival. Also, he has been working his weekend job at the community center. It amazes Fuyumi that a sixteen-year-old boy has his responsibilities lined up and his affairs in order. He had a bright future ahead - a prospective Pro Hero and a prospective lover.

Never would she think she would receive passion from a teen who had yet to acquire his driver's license.

Or sharing the same passion of love with her mother.

Smacking noises filled the tiny vicinity. Izuku tried to catch his breath but was blockaded by the sweet moisture of her lips. She reached into his shirt to feel his muscles. She gripped his stomach, wanting to feel every mark of him. Izuku gasped, inviting his tongue into hers. His arms were on her back. He, too, wanted to feel the sweat, the softness of her naked flesh. Betraying his own senses, instincts were taking over.

"Frisky today, aren't you," she said seductively. She had to pull back. Shouto might be naive in some areas, but anyone can hear faint moans and irregular movement from the living room. She stopped herself, and Izuku did the same.

She got from the top of him and sat on the couch. She scooted away to keep appearances in case of Shouto wanting to ask questions. Izuku followed suit. He was speechless, surprised how the essence of womanhood took over any sense he had. Minoru was right for once - sex can make anyone crazy.

"I needed that snack," she commented as she straightened herself out. "Judging by your demeanor, you too."

"..." He was at a loss for words. He wiped the saliva with his shirt sleeve. His eyes were focusing on the television screen.

"You're planning to stay the entire weekend?" Fuyumi asked him.

He nodded without returning her gaze. "Yeah. Mom went to go see Dad for the weekend so I'm here until school on Monday."

"Oh? Oh!" Fuyumi responded sheepishly, staring at the ends of the couch. Why was she growing nervous? Until this afternoon, it was fun to tease the unsuspecting Deku. As Fuyumi stared at the boy, she began pondering on the words that Rumi told her earlier in the classroom.

"You finally have a guy that you look at more than a friend. A sex friend at that! Just ask him what he thinks of you."

"Umm…Izuku?"

Izuku turned his head to the eldest Todoroki. He stared at her, his own face completely crimson now, watching as her blue eyes darted between his red face to where his stomach was.

"Yeah…what is it, Fuyu-chan?"

"Do you like him?"

"I do…a lot, actually!"

"Does he feel the same?"

He felt the tender hands of Fuyumi stroking and caressing his shoulder. He grew a bit flustered, but he remained calm. His breath became shallow and his heart was beating loudly. When they locked eyes with one another, she peered into his soul. His beautiful eyes looked like an endless pool. She could swim in those eyes forever. She nudged closer, feeling the warmth of her body.

"Izuku?"

"Fuyumi?"

Was that moment the cue she had been waiting for, she thought. Was Izuku feeling the same for her?

"Izuku?"

"Fuyumi?"

He closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for her cue. If he kissed her, she thought, then the feelings were mutual.

Unfortunately, that chance was interrupted by the sight of Shouto grabbing hold of their pajamas for Yaoyorozu's slumber party.

"Fuyu-chan? Izuku? What's going on?" Shouto raised his eyebrow. The look appeared as one would give their parents when they plan to make love or have a passionate embrace.

The white-haired sister backed away, blushing beet red. "Oh? Izuku had some crust in his eyes and I was trying to get it out for him." She nervously chuckled.

The icy hot teen looked unconvinced. Lowering his brow, he then proceeded to look at the beet red Izuku. He tilted his head. "Izuku, is that true?"

"Yeah!" He quickly responded. "There was one at the corner of my eye that I couldn't get out…and you know she has the nail that could scoop it out for me." He nervously chuckled.

His response didn't give Shouto a persuasive look. Sticking out his bottom lip, his soft eyes were staring into Izuku intentionally. "You guys aren't doing anything weird, aren't you?"

Fuyumi and Izuku stared at each other blankly. Then, they turned to their suspicious brother and best friend. "No, why wouldn't it be?" They both said at the same time.

A pregnant silence filled the room for the time being. For the two on the couch, it felt like minutes. They didn't want to be on the hot seat, especially if Shouto found out. Fuyumi knew his attachment to Izuku and Izuku knew that Shouto couldn't keep a secret, which also didn't help as the same person he would run to, he was also sleeping with her.

The frosty glare resumed to a gentle glare. "Oh…okay!" The icy hot smiled. "Anyway, come inside my room and check out the clothes. Wanna see if they fit."

The teen walked away and headed back to his room. Fuyumi waited a few moments before she could breathe out a sigh of relief. "Jesus, that was close."

"And how!" The emerald-haired teen ran his fingers through his hair as he stood up from the couch. As he walked by Fuyumi, she grabbed his hand.

"When Shouto goes to bed tonight, meet me in my room. There's something I need to tell you." She let go of his hand. Izuku felt his heart skipping a beat when hearing those words.

He placed aside those feelings for now. He had to do a sanity check on Shouto. He was the last person that needed to arouse any suspicion.

To be continued….