Chapter 6: We Need More Drinks!
Kyoka
'Midoriya, Ochako, and Momo are all staying here.'
And apparently get up to more than just kisses and lingering touches from the sounds of things.
If anyone had told her that she would run into one of them on her vacation/concert trip, she'd have thought they were losing their mind or playing a silly trick on her via an illusionary quirk.
'Well, I knew Uraraka had the biggest crush on Midoriya during our U.A. days. I guess those feelings didn't go away even after graduation.' Kyoka considers.
They've only gotten stronger with the passage of time.
Good, Midoriya reciprocates her feelings. There's a fiery passion in him that she herself hasn't seen or gotten from Denki in weeks now...
She shakes the thought away before it can take root.
'You're not supposed to be thinking about him or anything else back at home.'
The stab of envy calms, temporarily abated by a burst of excitement knowing why she's here.
This is her vacation; she needs to make the best of it!
But curiosity is so much harder to shake loose, desire ensnaring her wanting to know more about what she just saw and heard. She takes the elevators up alone building a plan, waits until no other guests or hotel personnel are in the hallway.
And then she plugs an earphone into the wall, listening, the perfect opportunity that allows her to learn more without any of them knowing.
"Alright Momo, we're back!" Ochako chirps out.
"-Geez, what took you guys?! The convenience store is only a 10–15-minute walk back and forth; I counted!" She huffs back.
Izuku chuckles. "You were that impatient to eat or you had other things on your mind?"
"D-Don't say it like that! Geez, I was waiting patiently when I could've easily gone down to the restaurant to get something." Momo grumbles.
Ochako laughs teasingly. "No, we can't fill up on too much when we're heading to the festival later! We need to make sure our kimonos aren't too tight!"
Kyoka twists her lobe, their voices dropping to a whisper as Ochako pipes up again.
"But first, well, we can always eat and have fun!"
Warmth floods her cheeks at Ochako's bold suggestion, the ruffle of clothes being tossed, of zippers being undone.
Her imagination runs wild.
There's the smacking of lips and skin, bodies curling into each other.
"Ah, I...I don't need to be massaged there! Go lower Izuku!" Momo moans.
Kyoka envisions her legs coiling around Izuku's torso like a snake, onyx hair splayed out like a crown as hands trail and canvas her figure.
"You're alright so wet Momo. So tight." Izuku grunts.
The bed shifts loud and Kyoka nearly winces, stepping back just slightly as Ochako's voice comes in as a pant. "Ugh, you can go faster Izuku. You know I can take it!"
'The both of them at once?' She figures.
Kyoka's toes curl rubs her legs together feeling a stickiness build between them in her own anticipation. She doesn't need to see this to picture the red of their flushed skin, pink of their nipples hitting the sunlight.
'Close. They're so close.' She knows, dropping a finger to the edge of her now wet panties to slide it down just slightly, dipping two digits slowly inside herself.
The squeak of the bed doesn't drown out the shared moans of Ochako and Momo being thrusted into, Izuku's grunts over them carrying them over the edge.
Kyoka feels her breath hitch, envisions herself there among the trio. Instead of blond hovering above, it's deep green the colors of the forest, taunting verdant eyes watching her writhe beneath.
'Come for me Kyoka. I know you want to; Kaminari doesn't make you cum like this; does he?" Izuku purrs.
Her body locks up, biting her lips too late to hide her moan. "Izuku, yes!"
She doesn't wait for her quivering to stop, pulling out her earphone, heart skittering in her ears. The hallways remain thankfully vacant, wiping clear drops of liquid to her fingers quickly against her jeans.
'I wasn't here. Forget you just did that!'
Goosebumps ignite across her skin as she moves for the elevators, half-looking back into the hall to make sure no one witnessed her orgasm, that voyeuristic behavior. Sunlight slips along the plush velvet carpet, dark shadows slinking around the corners.
'Izuku. None of those quirks he has involve X-ray vision or something to that effect?'
Her face burns at the idea, pursing her lips.
There's a chance he might've heard her. Even Momo, with her lucky bag of creations could've made something that could look her way wondering why she's loitering here, but she can't let herself dwell on any of that.
"Nobody is here, get ahold of yourself Kyoka!" She grumbles to herself, grip tightening on her luggage.
Still, her heart refuses to listen, pounding barely lessening up as she pushes for the elevator doors to close.
Because a nagging sensation clings to her that she isn't alone, that someone just heard her and saw this side of herself that's been buried in the dark for so long...
The feeling lasts until she's in her room, ebbs away fully as she opens her guitar.
Okinawa's lantern and summer moon festival is just 3 days away.
She's one of the main headliners, what can make or break her music career in terms of going globally.
Though it also puts her in the spotlight of Heroes seeking to implement more sound-based attacks into villain capturing, into rescue assignments beyond the small-scale operations of what she's been doing in Japan.
All such short timeframe to prepare.
But plenty of time to not think of Izuku Midoriya and his maybe girlfriends, the way he unsettles her heart with desires she shouldn't have.
Itsuka-Musutafu International Airport, Domestic Departures
"How much longer is the delay going to be?"
Security has already given them the all-clear.
She schools her face into one of calm, tacks on a smile that feels as ghoulish as it must look to the flight attendant who winces at it. No matter how syrupy sweet she makes her voice, the crack of anger is starting to come through.
It's already near 10:00 pm, this is supposed to be the last flight out to Okinawa for the day and it's risking being cancelled until tomorrow. Moonlight casts a silver river along the runways and surrounding grasslands, sun long having dipped into the darkness out of a violet sunset nearly two hours ago now.
And all because some random D-rank, no name villain decided to make a bomb threat somewhere near Musutafu's Arrival section for flights coming in from Europe.
'Oh, what I'd give to wrangle his or her neck!' Itsuka curses, eyeing the line of customers behind her.
Telling by the literal bursts of fire and lightning shades of crimson to gold coming from the man who had been ahead of her, everyone else is feeling much the same.
The flight attendant, Kimiko going by her name tag sends her a false grin, stretching her arms out to keep the more unruly passengers from getting behind her to seat early.
"I can assure you Miss Kendo that the plane should make a delayed boarding announcement within the next 30 minutes. In the interim, please be patience with us until we get the aircraft fully cleaned up."
Itsuka blows out a breath, circles back to her seat.
One of Musutafu's News On The Go is close by, she can grab a magazine and late-night snack to hold her over.
In the books section she sees Izuku Midoriya's name once more, gossip discussing the latest woman who have been in his company.
'Eyewitnesses along the white-sand beaches of Okinawa's famous Miharu beach and Suhayama beaches report seeing Japan's number 1 Pro-Hero with a pretty raven-haired woman and a bubbly brunette! Is Love instead of Rescue now on Deku's mind?! More on page 9!' Itsuka reads the top headline.
The photo is too blurry to even make out the woman next to Midoriya, but she gets a nagging sense it could be someone from their U.A. days. Unlike the mystery woman (or women), Izuku is clear, abs visible, not even noticing he's being watched and followed by a mix of paparazzi and ogling locals.
The women in question must be from Class 1-A or Class 1-B.
'Man, that brings up memories!' Itsuka smiles to herself.
Lazy afternoons lounging under the oak trees after a training exercise at Ground Gamma watching sunlight cast amber shadows, late nights from moonrise with Setsuna, Pony, and Kinoko discussing their dreams for the future, the wonder of who will be who...
"We're accomplishing our Pro-Hero dreams first before we get into any talk of serious dating or being tied down to a guy!" Itsuka crosses her.
Kinoko reddens as everyone's gaze turns to her. "Hey, just because I'm dating Shihai doesn't mean I'm still not going to create my Idol Hero dream plus create a fungal product with my mushrooms farmers and scientists can utilize!"
Itsuka laughs, rolls over in her blue sheets. "Do both! I personally just don't see myself connecting and forming a relationship with anybody with how busy my future dojo will be!"
Kinoko pokes her head up at her, mahogany eyes brightening in amusement.
"Don't sound so confident Itsuka! You never know when you'll cross paths with the right guy."
Her phone abruptly pings in her pocket, fishing it out wondering if it's a message from Musutafu Airways that they're about to begin boarding.
Finally.
No, just a text from Mitsuyo.
'Hey babe, just checking in if they've started boarding yet?' She reads.
Itsuka purses her lips, stomach churning as his text follows with a picture of the city lights behind him, spots of neon yellows and electric blues wrapping around the surrounding darkness of the night.
There's a hint of red to his face that he's probably been barhopping, mystery yellow sauce clinging to his cheek.
She should've let him down already, told him that their fling was never going to be serious the way he wanted it to be before she left.
"I'm using this vacation as a time to think and get some R . I know it's cliche and bad form, but can we take a break while I'm on holiday?" Itsuka types out.
Reading it twice over doesn't take away the nausea building in her chest picturing Mitsuyo's reaction, ache settling into her muscles like a fire.
But still, she closes her eyes and hits send.
A ping comes over-head just as her phone confirms delivery.
"Attention all passengers at Gate A2 for Musutafu Airways Flight 380 with nonstop travel to Okinawa International Airport, we welcome First Class passengers seated in rows 1-5 to begin boarding. Again, First Class passengers for Flight 380 can begin lining up for boarding!"
Itsuka pays the vendor for the magazine, curls it into her bag while heading for the lineup.
Her phone buzzes again, Mitsuyo sending a confused emoji.
'Wait, why?! If we're moving too fast, we can slow down babe. Come on, think about all the good times we had together and all the times I promoted your dojo to my followers! You're not going to get all those new students, fans, or even Hero work without me!"
Itsuka breathes in and out, burrows down a simmering rage to be just as venomous back, shakes her head to clear it sending one last text before putting her phone to silent.
'I need a fresh start; best of luck to you.'
She smiles at Kimiko as she approaches the front, mouths a sorry if she seemed so snappish earlier. Her window seat gives her a view of a sea of gold lights in the city, the outline of black to the lush hills and mountains that overlook Japan.
Moonlight hits the corner of the window, a silver streak of white before she pulls down the shutter and covers her eyes.
'No more looking back.'
Mina & Tsuyu- Festival Grounds
"I'm going to need something stronger than this!" Mina advises the bartender.
She bats her eyelashes, watches as his eyes flicker between her and the maroon and pink kimono she just knows perfectly brings out her skin color and eyes.
Still, the man arches a brow before passing her a kamikaze, lime and vodka tickling the back of her tongue as she slides it down.
'Alright, I lost Nejire to the crowds, but that's fine! I can get a bit buzzed and see the who's who that's going to be in attendance and performing at this festival!' Mina reminds herself.
She hops off her stool too fast, catching herself before her vision fully spins.
The evening is still young, sun casting streaks of fuchsia and coral pink.
A crowd is building near the beaches, kids carrying lanterns varying sizes and shades of fiery reds, amber yellows, and emerald greens.
Booths set up in each pathway under neon lights promise great prizes for the right number of yen one must dare to giveaway. Opposite or beside them are food stalls with simmering yakisoba, karaage, takoyaki delights, salts and herbs tossed into the air in a perfected rhythm. The rest of the vendors provide information on a variety of topics related to tourist spots, housing markets, school funding, and the promise shaved ice and fruit drinks to wash down every snack.
'Oh, I don't even know where to start!'
Surely vendors interested in Heroes wouldn't be near these kiddy stands of apple bobbing, fishing, and ring toss.
No, they're probably interested in seeing the live entertainment.
Mina straightens her posture to head for the closest center stage, heat of sake and vodka swishing in her pushing her forward.
She's barely walked even 5 steps before crashing hard into a woman lost in her own thoughts too, strands of dark hair shielding her view partially.
Taiyaki sauce spills onto silver waves on her yukata's ends, falling to the ground with a splatter that jolts her.
'Crap, okay. You can fix this Mina!'
"I'm so sorry! Let me get you another!" Mina declares in horror, woman grabbing her arm before she can run to the nearest booth.
"No need, nothing a bit of hot water and vinegar can't fix Mina. Granted, my siblings would say you owe me a taiyaki and a drink." Tsuyu grins.
Mina blinks, takes in Tsuyu's deep blue yukata, verdant hair pinned up in a bow save a lock or two.
She hugs her without a second thought, smell of sea spray and lily on her skin.
"Tsuyu?! Wait, what are you doing here?! No, don't tell me, vacation, right?!" She squeals.
Tsuyu laughs, Mina no different from their time as teenagers.
"On break from work actually. I help out with Okinawa's wildlife and environmental conservation of both land and sea. Ah, well mostly sea. My captain and boss Shimada told me to take the next few days off due to little crime and this festival."
Mina whistles, ignores a churn in her gut that Tsuyu seems to be doing far, far better than her and Corrosivity's mediocrity.
"Well, I'm here on break and maybe to see if I can grow my Hero agency back on the mainland! Actually, was here with Nejire before I lost her to the crowds. I think she's looking more some flings to partake in or maybe to find a spot with a good view of the fireworks."
Tsuyu blinks and Mina swears she sees a hint of red splash to her cheeks before she turns away.
'Did I say something weird?' Mina considers, rewinding back.
"Midoriya is here too, have you heard? I met up with Ochako last week actually; with them both..."Tsuyu trails off.
Mina leans in curiously at the lilt in her voice before smirking.
"What are they, an item now? Saw them bumping or grinding up against each other out in the open?"
This time a full-blown blush runs across her face.
"...Something like that, I didn't want to pry or guess too much into it as their relationship isn't my business. They're both so nice, have invited me to outings I've been too busy to attend."
'Or worked overtime to not let distractions get to me.'
The money for Samidare and Satsuki isn't going to appear out of thin air, out of her dreams for them to go to the colleges or schools of their choice.
But tonight, she's on break.
And thoughts of her family are put on the backburner for just one day.
Mina waggles her brows, reads between her words. "I've seen what Midoriya looks like from the latest gossip chain and photos online. Hell, he had a great body after all that training, he did with All Might and Endeavor."
Tsuyu nods slowly, if she shuts her eyes that annoying desire will show up fresh and clear, the curiosity of what it would be like to truly run her fingers along his chest, tongue wrapped around his cock until he spills into her, makes a mess of cum and sweat upon them both.
"Tsuyu, I'll go deeper. I want to see your face when you hit that peak." Izuku groans, pulling her hands away from her face. He drinks in her sweaty figure before dropping a kiss to her collarbone, nipples erect as his warm tongue sucks and makes a trail from each breast before going down.
Lower and lower.
"I'm already close." Tsuyu bites her lips, trying to yell aloud.
He tilts her body back, changes the angle of his thrusts until she gasps, fingers curling into the sheets.
Mina smirks knowingly and Tsuyu huffs, points to the first bar she sees tucked away to the left away from the children running about. Soon enough, she may just run into Midoriya and Ochako, will have to face these thoughts that refuse to stay buried...
"I'll take you up on that drink now."
Izuku, Ochako, & Momo- Festival Entrance
"We're running late, I hope we didn't miss the first show." Izuku frowns.
Ochako nudges him gently. "Don't forget you're the one who wanted to go two more rounds."
Momo hums her agreement, body pleasantly sore and stretched.
Izuku reddens, coughs. "We're on a date, remember. I want to know more about what you two like outside the bedroom."
Momo smiles, points to a sweets stand selling cotton candy, chocolate dipped fruit, and Ochako's favorite:
Mochi.
"The best desserts in all of Okinawa right here at Mr. Akio's sweets! We do deliveries even to the mainland!"
Beside him a vendor shouts that his okonomiyaki is hot and ready.
"I'll get three for us to share. I'm hungrier than I thought after that...workout." Momo smiles, waving away Izuku and Ochako's offerings of yen.
"I heard and read on some of the posters they'll have a few surprise musicians performing this year. We might get to see some famous bands from the U.S. or even Europe!" Ochako exclaims excitedly.
She hops up and down in her sky-blue kimono, online of her breasts bouncing as well as purple butterflies layering her sleeves 'start flying'.
Izuku grabs her hand as a mix of old and young men ogle her figure., dropping his voice to a whisper.
"Other men are looking."
And Ochako freezes mid hop, nearly floating away.
Izuku chuckles, sends a brunette still daring to watch them a glare that makes sweat coat his paling face, twisting him in the opposite direction.
"Sorry!" Ochako squeaks out, Izuku shaking his head, pulling her back to the ground.
"I want to be the only one who looks at you two that way."
Momo returns with drinks and various spreads of okonomiyaki, gesturing with her head towards center stage B. "Mr. Akio said one of the first performers should be up in 5-10 minutes. We should head that way and try and see if any good seats are left."
Izuku and Ochako nod, accepting their drinks and snacks to let her lead the way.
She winds them through a maze of winking yellow and orange lights, colors melting into vibrant bursts of crimson the further they go in. A sea breeze blows in from behind them, sky darkening to an inky black as a river of milky white stars blanket the night.
"We're in luck! I'll make us some blankets!" Momo claps her hands in delight, Izuku chuckling as they sink into damp grass.
He turns his attention to the stage, grinning etching up in excitement.
Okinawa gets a good chunk of their revenue from the tourist industry, from international groups wanting to get away from the urban life for a bit.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen I'm your MC tonight, Ejiri! We have a wide variety of acts tonight from magic and fire to a certain rocker many of our youth know and love! Our first performer is coming all the way from Hokkaido region! Give it up for Mr. Daiichirou!"
Izuku's brows furrow seeing a flicker of violet hair peeking out from behind the curtains amid the thunder of applause.
He's seen those elongated earlobes before on a 'certain rocker' he went to U.A. went.
'Jirou?'
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