Izuku Midoriya closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again before knocking on Akira's dorm room door. It wasn't long until he heard Akira's voice, with a quiet "come in." Midoriya opened the door and walked into Akira's room.

It was a rather bland room, nothing quite in it. The only things of notice was a desk with a school laptop on top of it, and a closed burner phone on the side. There was a small chair tucked under the desk, it seemed to also belong to the school.

In the far corner in the room, was a small single bed, with a plain pillow and plain blanket. He saw Akira sitting on his bed, and Momo next to him.

"Are you sure you want to do this for me? I really don't need-"

"Of course I'm sure Akira," Momo placed her hand on Akira's thigh, smiling up at him. "I'm your girlfriend, and I want to do this for you. It's not even much for me, you know that."

"But it's still a lot of-"

"I don't care how much it is. It's for you, that's reason enough."

Akira sighed. "Fine, it's clear I won't be able to stop you, so go ahead."

Momo all but squealed in delight as she stood up, giving Akira a peck on the lips before quickly leaving the room. Akira cleared his throat before looking up at Midoriya.

"She's certainly... happy."

"Yeah," Akira nodded. "Anyway, I think I can guess what you're here for, grab a seat."

Midoriya walked towards Akira's desk, grabbing the chair and walking back to the bed. "Why the burner phone?" He asked, as he sat down on the chair.

"I didn't want to risk getting tracked, plus it was all I could afford."

"Ah, I suppose that would make sense."

"Now, onto... the thing." Akira sighed. "I think you can guess when it was that I met you, but just in case, I'll explain it anyway. It was a month before you gained One for All..."

A FEW MONTHS EARLIER

Izuku Midoriya started to hate the sand. He had been training under All Might for a few months now, and most of it was spent cleaning a beach. Fun. Obviously it was needed though, not only would it help the environment, but it helped him to grow stronger so he could even take on the power in the first place.

All Might wasn't here quite yet, he had an important interview with the press that his mum made sure to save so Midoriya could watch it later, even if it probably would be findable online rather quickly.

Midoriya was dragging a fridge across the beach, he should probably take a break soon.

"You've been training a lot yknow?" Midoriya was interrupted by a voice. He dropped the rope that he had been using to pull the fridge and looked around. He couldn't see anyone.

"Up here, dimwit."

Midoriya turned and saw someone sitting cross-legged on the fridge. He wore simple clothing, trousers and a long sleeved shirt. He wore a strange mask on his face. Midoriya almost fell back in shock. In fact, he did fall back in shock, landing on the sand.

"Who- who are you?"

"Doesn't matter, I need to speak to you."

Midoriya stood up, looking at the masked man as he jumped down.

"What... do you need to talk about."

"First off, you are way too trusting of a random stranger who appeared out of nowhere." Midoriya nodded as the stranger said that. "Secondly, your quirk. Well, it's not yours yet, but soon, it will be."

"You... know about One for All?"

"All Might chose you for a reason," the stranger completely disregarded Midoriya's question. "And his quirk was made for a reason. Don't fuck this up." The stranger put his finger against Midoriya's chest, pushing him slightly.

"How do you know all of this?"

"You'll find out soon, our paths will surely cross again."

PRESENT DAY

"So that was you." Midoriya said once Akira had finished the story. "But what did you mean about my quirk being made for a reason?"

"I'm sure you've already talked with All Might and he's told you about All for One. I'm also sure that he hasn't told you the full story yet, but he's your mentor, so I'm going to respect his decision." Akira spoke without missing a beat.

"But what I am going to say is that your quirk and mine are closely related. Your quirk exists to destroy mine. There is more to your quirk than both you and All Might know, and when the time comes, I can tell you what it is you're both missing."

"How will you know when-"

"Because when it happens, I will know. I need you to promise me one thing, Midoriya." Akira looked straight at Midoriya while saying this.

"Of course, what do you need me to promise, Shigiraki?"

"Akira. First off, you can call me Akira. We are linked in a way even closer than blood, and even if you don't know how yet, it's only fair that you call me by my own name, not my family name."

"O-oh, yeah, of course, Akira." Midoriya spoke, slightly flustered.

"Secondly, I'm working with Detective Tsukauchi and some pro heroes, All Might included, to take down the League of Villains and my father. You're going to fight my father at one point or another, and you might as well do it with help."

"If you agree to it, I will inform Detective Tsukauchi of your cooperation and agreement to work with him and other pro heroes to take down the League of Villains."

Midoriya took a few moments to think, before looking up at Akira and nodded. "Alright, if you say we're linked, then we're linked, if you say I could use your help, then I could use your help. I'll work with you."

Akira put out his hand, which Midoriya shook. "Thank you, it means more than you know." Akira paused for a moment before standing up. "Alright, we should probably get going then, I wanna see what Momo's done with her room."

Midoriya chuckled slightly before standing up. "Alright, I'll probably head to the common room."

Midoriya walked out of Akira's room, then Akira stood up, picked up the chair that Midoriya had been sitting on and tucked it beneath his desk. He walked out of his dorm and walked straight ahead to Momo's room.

By sheer luck or coincidence, though it may have been done purposefully, Momo and Akira's dorm rooms were directly opposite from the other. It took barely a few steps for Akira to reach his new girlfriend's room. He knocked on the door, and after hearing a soft "come in", he opened the door and walked in.

He was greeted to a room just as plain as his. Nothing exactly there but a desk with a laptop on it, some books piled to the side and a large bed. A very large bed. The bed practically dominated the room, up against the back wall, it was large, comfy looking, and even had curtains! Akira had never seen a bed like this in his life.

"I thought the room would be a bit bigger than this," Momo said as she sat on her bed, leaning against the lone wall that her pillows laid by for support. "So I guess I'm stuck with this."

Akira let out a chuckle as he walked to the large bed, and crawled onto it. It was rather springy, almost enough to make Akira want to jump on it. He sat down beside Momo, and looked at what she was doing on the laptop on her lap, before looking back at the laptop on her desk.

"Two laptops?"

"Yeah, one's personal and one's for work."

"God you're rich." Akira turned his head to look at Momo properly as he spoke. Momo looked back at him with a small smile and shrugged.

"I forget that my family's rich."

"Haha, very funny." Akira rolled his eyes before looking back at the laptop, not exactly caring what Momo was looking at. "It wasn't weird when I spoke to everyone earlier, right? It felt weird."

"It was fine babe, it wasn't weird."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure," Momo leaned towards Akira, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you."

Akira smiled back, a sight that Momo wasn't quite used to yet, but she was getting there. "I love you too."

Akira stood... somewhere. Was he somewhere? Was he anywhere? Where was he? There wasn't anything anywhere, just blackness. He stood in a void of blackness. This was strange, and he knows a guy that speaks using his... tentacles? What exactly were they? A problem for another time.

Akira didn't know what he could do here. Could he walk? Could he talk? Could he leave? "Hello?" Well one thing's for sure, he can talk.

Akira tried to take a step forward, surprisingly, it worked. So he can walk, and he can talk, but can he leave? After looking around him for a solid minute, it didn't look like he could.

He decided to start walking forwards. He had no idea where to, but wherever this empty void would take him to, is where he should go. He reached into his pocket. Did he still have his pocket knife on him? Why would he even need it here? He took the pocket knife out of his pocket. Yup, he still has it.

This is weird, not strange anymore, just weird. He's fought a rabbit-woman, a bird-man, and a guy with jet engines for legs, yet somehow, this was the weirdest of the lot.

Rabbit-woman and bird-man... what if Mirko and Hawks ended up marrying and having kids? Would they be quarter rabbit and quarter bird? Half bird? Half rabbit? Wait, no, those were quirks, they would be regular people.

But what about their kids' quirks? Would that be a mix? Quirks often mix from parents to kids. From what Akira understood, Todoroki's mother had an ice quirk, so that would explain his quirk quite well, but would it be the same for Mirko and Hawks? The better question is, why the fuck is this what's on Akira's mind instead of getting the fuck out of here?

He kept walking forwards. He walked and walked and walked for who knows how long? Eventually, he saw a light out in the distance. Was he dead? This sure felt like he was dead, but wasn't heaven supposed to be all light and, yknow, happy?

Why did he even think of heaven first? He probably won't be going there if he dies anytime soon. He shook off the weird after-death vibe the place was giving and kept walking towards the light. When he eventually reached it he stopped, debating whether or not he should walk through, before walking through.

He closed his eyes as he was assaulted by bright white lights, even going as far to put his arm over his eyes as an extra layer of protection. When he passed through the light, and put his arm down, he opened his eyes to see he was in... UA?

Is he back in UA? Is this a different UA than where he had been? So many questions, and literally no answers. He started walking through UA. It was awfully quiet, as if it had been abandoned. He looked out a window to what should be the outside world and sawâ pure darkness.

Okay, this went from strange, to weird, to downright creepy. He kept walking through what he believed to be UA, honestly he had no clue where he was anymore.

Eventually, he came across the large door of Class 1-A. He decided to walk into the classroom, it was one of the places he was most familiar with, maybe it would have a sense of clarity or belonging, something that wasn't so hazy.

Little did Akira know, it was about to be anything but.

After opening the door to what looked like his classroom, he walked in slowly, only for shock and horror to crawl over his entire being. He saw his teacher and his classmates... all dead.

He hadn't seen a dead person in several years, and this is certainly not how he wants to see one again. They were all limp, lifeless, laying in pools of their own blood.

Aizawa laid right on the floor in front of the class, as if he had just walked in, he even had his sleeping bag on. A few classmates were bunched together, like Midoriya, Ururaka and Iida, who all laid in a pile by Midoriya's desk. Bakugo, Denki, Kirishima and Mina all laid in a bundle by Bakugo's desk, even Tokoyami was slouched against the wall where he normally stood.

And Momo... she was dead too. She was seated in her chair, her head flopped on her desk. Akira couldn't move. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe.

Several seconds passed, before Akira heard a voice ringing through the building. "Akira... I know you're here Akira." He recognised the voice, of course he recognised the voice, how could he not?

"Akiraaa... come out wherever you are..." his father's voice rang through the building. How? Why? This can't be real, it's not possible. Can it?

Akira's eyes snapped back to Momo the moment he heard her gasp. Before he could even step closer to her, she mouthed the word 'help', with tears in her eyes before disappearing.

This was all he needed to turn around and run out of his classroom, taking a right and running through the area of the school he hadn't reached in this weird world. He ran and ran and ran, his father's voice taunting him every step he took.

He tried to ignore it, he tried to ignore his voice, but he couldn't, he just couldn't. Every step he took, every breath he took, his father's voice became louder and louder to the point that he would rather lose his ears than keep hearing his voice.

After what felt like hours of running, but might as well have been only a minute and a half, he stopped. Out in the hallway, he saw his dad, holding Momo up by the neck, choking her.

Momo, tears in her eyes, was grasping at All for One's hand, praying, begging, to be let go.

"How've you been Akira?" His father asked.

"Oh don't act like you care now of all times!" Akira all but shouted out.

"Shame, I thought we could have a conversation, some father-son bonding time."

"And what's your idea of bonding? Torturing me? Getting me to kill people again?"

"Can't a man just ask for time with his son?" All for One walked forwards slowly, making Akira get into a fighting stance. "Pity, I thought we could talk."

Akira heard a snap, as Momo became limp in All for One's hand. He roared, running forwards, only for the floor beneath him to crumble into dust. He fell through the endless abyss, darkness surrounding him, only for him to sit up, a sweaty mess, back in his bed.

He quickly brought his hands up to his face, half hitting, half feeling his face to make sure that he was back in reality. What the fuck was that? He launched his blanket off him and shot out of bed, walking towards the door. He had to make sure Momo was okay, and that this was the real reality.

He grabbed for the door handle before stopping. If this was the real world, the security cameras would surely see him. He turned back around and ran to the balcony. Well he could see the rest of Musutafu City, so that was a good sign.

He climbed onto the balcony railing, balancing carefully before grabbing onto one of the pipes and climbing up it. He jumped down onto the roof and started quietly running across to the other side. Once he had done that, he grabbed onto the nearest pole and slid down, landing on Momo's balcony.

Shit. The door and windows were closed and the curtains were drawn. He knocked on the glass pane. He knocked again. And again. And again. Suddenly, the door swung open and Akira saw Momo in her pyjamas, her hair a slight mess, yet it still somehow framed her face perfectly.

Without a single word, Akira gently grabbed Momo's face and assaulted her lips and cheeks with an assortment of kisses, tears leaking out of his eyes. He leaned back, still holding Momo's face, and muttered breathlessly. "God I'm so glad you're okay, I was so scared."

Momo frowned, taking Akira's hands off of her and holding them. "Babe, what happened?"

When replying, Akira spoke faster than Momo could listen. "I had this really bad, uh, weird dream that I don't even know if it was a dream or not, I saw the class and Aizawa all dead and dad... my dad was there and-"

"Akira!" Momo shouted loud enough to get Akira to stop talking, but not loud enough to wake anyone. Akira swallowed before speaking again.

"You died Momo... I saw you die... I don't want you to die."

"Oh Akira..." Momo brought her hands up to Akira's face, before leaning up and kissing him softly, before separating. "How about you stay here with me tonight, just so you can keep me safe." Momo spoke in a semi-flirtatious tone.

Akira chuckled, and wiped the tears from his eyes, smiling, before holding Momo's waist and kissing her again, making sure to kiss her for just a bit longer than last time. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Momo giggled, letting go of Akira. "I need to take a shower, but make yourself feel at home, okay?"

Akira just nodded in response, smiling to himself once Momo kissed him on the cheek before going to the bathroom. Akira walked to Momo's bed, sitting on the side, putting his hands down on his lap and looking down at him.

Why did he have that dream? What happened? Does it mean something? If so, what does it mean? And what would happen if Hawks and Mirko had a kid?

He sat down properly on the bed, his back against the wall. It would take him a while to get used to a bed like this, it was so fancy. I guess that's one of the perks of having a rich girlfriend, plus she'll probably want to spoil him rotten.

Akira sank down, lying above Momo's blanket, his head resting on one of her pillows. He rubbed his scarred eye, before looking up at the ceiling. Being in UA has been one hell of an experience, and he's only been in for a little less that a term.

First there was the hero incident, he didn't remember much of that, it happened so quickly it felt like a fever dream. Then there were the final exams, which was fun in its own way. Following that was summer camp, which was certainlyâ an experience. And then... then he found out his dad was still alive. But then he got a girlfriend, so I guess that's a plus!

He stayed laying down for a few minutes, just thinking, not exactly doing much. Eventually, the bathroom door opens and Akira turned his head to look at it. Momo had gotten out of the shower and walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped over her body. Akira raised an eyebrow, as if to say 'weren't you just in pyjamas?'

"I need to change my pyjamas," Momo responded to Akira's eyebrow raise. "I've been wearing them for about a week already, it's about time I put on some new ones."

Akira saw Momo open one of her drawers, taking out some pyjamas and starting to untie her towel, before glancing back at Akira, who was still looking at her. Akira quickly cleared his throat and turned around, giving Momo her privacy to change.

About a minute later, Akira felt a weight on the other side of the bed, as Momo layed on her bed moving underneath the duvet. She was facing away from Akira. A moment passed where nobody did anything. Momo looked behind her at Akira, with a cute pout on her face and a flirtatious tone asked, "aren't you supposed to protect me?"

"O-oh," Akira quickly moved under the duvet with her, laying down behind her and wrapping one arm over her waist and pulling her back, her back pressing against his chest. Momo let out a soft sigh, leaning her head back slightly.

"This feels... new."

"You don't like it?" Momo turned her head slightly as she spoke.

"That's not what I said," Akira replied. "I like it, it's nice."

Momo giggled. "And I like you, you're niceâ to me at least."

"Hey!" Akira spoke in response to Momo's teasing.

"What?" Momo joked. "It's true."

Akira rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

A few moments passed, before Akira leaned his head forwards slightly, in an attempt to mutter something into Momo's ear, but instead, his lips ended up grazing her neck... somehow.

Momo's breath quickly hitched in the back of her throat, and her face burned red. Akira quickly realised his mistake and quickly apologised.

"I-I was trying to whisper into your ear and I wasn't properly concentrating so-"

Momo's contagious giggle cut him off. "Akira, don't apologise. It's fine, I... kinda liked it."

"You did?"

"Yeah," Momo turned properly, her body now facing Akira, smiling. "I... wouldn't mind if you did that some more..."

"Really?"

"You didn't think I asked you to stay in here with me just so you could sleep cuddling me, right?"

"Uhhh... yeah?" Akira responded, confused. "You're not even one to swear loosely so I thought that something like that wouldn't be on your mind. Plus you grew up posh and privileged-" Momo couldn't help but nod slightly at that, as she understands fully how lucky she is to have been born as she had been. "-so it was most likely that you grew up being told to not do anything 'raunchy' until marriage. And you asked me to protect you and- ohhhh..." Akira looked as if he just had the epiphany of a lifetime. "I get it now..."

Momo giggled softly. "Do you?"

"I hope so."

"Prove it."

Akira hesitated for a moment, but was completely convinced just by Momo's sly smile and pleading look in her eyes. Akira quickly climbed on top of her, his legs either side of her, and held her face in his hands, before assaulting her lips and cheeks with a set of kisses, causing Momo to giggle, which turned into chuckling.

"Akira, Akira, I meant more than this!"

"I know," Akira pulled back with an arrogant smirk. "I'm just warming you up first."

Momo rolled her eyes, hanging her arms up around Akira's neck and smiling, satisfied with this position alone. "Why is that the hottest thing anyone's ever said to me?"

"Because I'm your first boyfriend and this is our first time going further than just plain kisses?"

Momo shrugged, though Akira could tell she agreed, and she pulled Akira down, kissing him. Akira quickly reciprocated the kiss, his hands slowly gliding down Momo's figure until they landed on her hips. Momo let out a groan of satisfaction against Akira's lips as she laid under him, causing him to lean back slightly.

"You like that?" He whispered against her soft lips.

"Just shut up and kiss me, keep touching me too." Momo replied with more eagerness than he had ever seen from her before. He quickly complied. Momo felt him smirking into the kiss as his hands roamed her body. Down her legs, back up her legs and up her torso, feeling every inch and curve of her body.

They kept going for a few moments longer, until Momo broke the kiss, panting. "I... I want you to touch me more."

"Like... faster?"

Momo shook her head, smiling stupidly at how Akira always seems to miss the point. She grabs the back of his hand and guides it down to her hips, before guiding them back up, making his hand slip under her pyjama shirt. The look on Akira's face said it all, but before she could even speak again, she was in another kiss, this one much more fierce than the last.

As Akira made out with Momo, her hands practically clawing his back, Akira slid his hands up her torso, his hands sliding up her flat stomach and slowly moving upwards. He expected to reach the fabric of a bra, but his finger hit the bottom of a mound of flesh. He broke the kiss for a moment to speak.

"You didn't put on a bra?"

"It's healthier to sleep braless, plus it's more comfortable."

Akira tilted his head slightly, before shrugging and moving back down to kiss her again. He slid his hands onto Momo's breasts, eliciting a low moan from her. He closed his hands over her large breasts, before kneading them slowly.

Momo rocked her head back slightly, pushing it against her pillow as she felt Akira's rough hands playing with her chest. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into Akira's hands, giving him the confidence to play with them even rougher.

He ran his thumbs over her hardening nipples, making her gasp sharply. She opened her mouth slightly, signalling for Akira to - finally - take the kiss further. He slid his tongue into her mouth, and with surprising expertise, explored Momo's mouth as they kissed, until their tongues met in her mouth, eliciting another moan from Momo as their tongues wrestled in her mouth.

A few moments passed by, the room full of Momo's gasps and moans. "Lower... touch me lower..."

Akira immediately took the hint - slightly surprising Momo - and let go of her breast with his right hand. He kept playing with her left breast with his left hand, as he trailed down Momo's stomach and abdomen with his right hand. He reached her pyjama trousers.

He pinched the top of her trousers, tugging slightly to help him glide his hand under her trousers. Momo gasped into Akira's mouth as she felt his hand slowly move under the thin lace of her panties. His index finger rubbed against her entrance slightly.

Momo brought her hand up to hold the back of Akira's head, pulling him closer, her hands tangling in his short black hair. Her hips bucked upwards once she felt his index finger slowly enter her wet pussy. She groaned into Akira's mouth, feeling his digit in between her walls, moving around inside of her.

"Akira~" she moaned as Akira let go of her left breast with his left hand, and moved it to her right breast. "More~ give me more~"

Akira leant back, breaking the kiss, leaving Momo panting, and him red-faced. "More? I thought just that would be enough." Akira teased her, giving her little to no time to speak again as he slid his middle finger into her.

Momo gasped as she felt his fingers working inside of her. She kept making out with Akira, thrusting her hips against his digits as he fingered her. "God, Akira~"

Akira smirked as he continued to finger Momo. He leaned back from the kiss, burying his face in Momo's neck as he continued to pleasure her. Akira planted his lips onto her neck as he thrusted his fingers into her. Momo's eyes rolled back and arched her back in response to Akira's lips on her neck.

She tilted her head to the side, offering more of her neck to Akira. She began rocking her hips against Akira's fingers as he fingered her, she brought her hand up to hold the back of Akira's head, tangling her fingers in his hair as he kissed her neck.

"Akira~" Momo moaned huskily, Akira's fingers pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "I'm so close... so... so..."

Momo rocked her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she let out a silent scream. Her hips bucked wildly against Akira's digits as she came over his fingers. Akira slid his left hand out from under her top, before slipping his fingers out of Momo's wet pussy, his fingers slick with Momo's juices.

He looked at the mature girl beneath him, her mouth open as she panted, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath. He brought his fingers up to his nose, smelling the delightful smell of Momo's release. He separated his fingers, strings of release snapping as he did so.

Momo's eyes widened as Akira brought his fingers down slightly, before licking his fingers clean. Momo's breath caught in the back of her throat at this act, her chest heaving.

"That... god... that was hot."

Akira chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind Momo's ear as he kissed her gently. Momo closed her eyes as she savoured the kiss, tasting herself on Akira's lips before they broke the kiss.

"What? I thought you'd taste good, and you absolutely did."

"Mmm~" Momo moaned quietly at Akira's words, before wrapping her arms around his neck. "Ready for some more?"

"Are you sure you're able to do so? I don't want you to think that I'm-"

Momo pulled Akira down into a gentle kiss, cutting him off. The kiss lasted a few seconds before she broke it, nodding her head slowly. "Yeah, I'm sure. I want you..."

Akira kissed Momo behind the ear, making her giggle slightly in response, before grabbing the bottom of her top and tugging upwards. She held her arms above her head to help Akira take off her shirt, her large breasts bursting out as he did so.

Momo grabbed Akira's shirt, and made desperate attempts to tug his shirt off. Akira chuckled slightly, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it upwards. Momo ogled at the sight above her. A few beads of sweat glistened on Akira's torso, almost defining his muscles even more.

She reached her hand up onto his chest, feeling his muscles as she muttered quietly, "God you're hot..."

She trailed her hands over his chest, running her fingers over a few of his scars, a sign of his strength and the battles that he survived. Momo reached down and hooked her index finger in his trousers, pulling it down slightly.

Akira kissed her lips softly as he pulled down his trousers with one hand, using his other to make sure that he doesn't fall onto her. Akira, now only in his pants, his bulge clearly visible, brought one hand down Momo's body, over her flat stomach, and down to her trousers, pulling down the soft fabric until she was in nothing but her wet panties.

Momo broke the kiss, whispering softly to Akira. "Take them off..."

Without a moment of hesitation, Akira gently held her panties, pulling them down her wide hips, large thighs and long legs, until she was completely bare under him. Akira kissed her again, grabbing his own pants and tugging them down, kicking them off as Momo's eyes widened as she felt his large, throbbing member against her inner thigh.

She closed her eyes in comfort as they kissed. Akira held the bottom of his shaft, stabilising it, ready to put it in, before stopping and breaking the kiss and speaking quietly.

"Condom, I need a condom."

"Oh, right, how large are you?"

"7 inches? Maybe 8? I dunno, why?"

"I'll go with 7.5," a small glow appeared on Momo's arm, before a condom appeared and fell beside her onto the bed.

"God, I almost forgot you could do that." Momo shrugged, as Akira sat back up properly, Momo's eyes falling down to his throbbing member as he grabbed the condom and rolled it onto his penis. A surprisingly perfect fit.

He leant back down, pecking Momo's lips before gently holding the base of his erect penis once again, and guided it slowly into Momo's wet entrance. Momo let out a sharp gasp as he pushed his member deep into her.

He held onto Momo's waist, thrusting slowly, before stopping as his eyes widened in fear, seeing a small trail of blood over the condom that could have only come from inside of Momo. Momo, seeing Akira's expression, looked down and immediately put two and two together.

"That often happens on a girls' first time."

"D-does it? Really?"

"Yes, I'm positive, it's normal."

Akira hesitated for a moment, before kissing Momo deeply as he began slowly thrusting back and forth yet again. The wet slaps of skin hitting skin bounced around the room. Momo closed her eyes in ecstasy moaning into Akira's mouth.

Her walls clenched around Akira's cock, just the few moments that Akira had spent inside of her had driven him crazy. He broke the kiss, red-faced as he began focusing on just thrusting alone.

Momo felt Akira's cock spreading her walls, reaching deep inside of her. Momo's eyes rolled back into the back of her head, her mouth open as her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

"God~ harder, Akira, harder~!"

Akira immediately adjusted, wrapping his arms around Momo, his chest pressing against Momo's large breasts as he thrusting harder into her. Momo began gasping for air, almost making Akira slow down, but he quickly decided not to once Momo's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

Momo's mind hazed slightly, focusing only on Akira's cock, pumping in and out of her as he thrusted. Momo's moans became more and more frequent as they made love, until they became non-stop.

Akira closed his eyes slightly, focusing purely on thrusting into Momo, and relishing in Momo's sweet moans. Momo pushed her hips up, grinding her hips against Akira's member, furthering the glorious feeling of Akira making love to her.

Minutes passed like moments, Momo's constant moans and the slapping of flesh together making every second mould together.

"God~ I'm close, I'm so close~!"

Akira kept a steady pace, Momo gripped the bed sheets as Akira thrusted deep into her. Akira's cock twitched inside of her, a signal to Momo that he was close to releasing. Mere moments passed before Akira's seed filled the condom, and barely a moment after that, Momo threw her head back and screamed.

"AKIRA-!" Momo was quickly cut off by Akira's lips, muffling her scream so nobody outside could hear. Momo closed her eyes as she came over Akira's condom. Her breathing quickened, before quickly slowing down.

Akira pulled out of Momo, standing up and taking off the condom, tying it up and putting it in the bin, before scrunching up a blank piece of paper and tossing it in to hide it. Akira walked back to the bed, as Momo's breathing calmed down. He climbed next to her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close.

"God..." that was... amazing~"

"You really think so?"

Momo turned over to face Akira, placing a hand on his chest and smiling widely. "Of course it was, that was so much better than just using a dildo."

"You've used a dildo before?"

"I'm a teenage girl who's in her first relationship and can create whatever I want as long as I know the components, of course I have."

Akira shrugged as Momo giggled slightly, turning back and resting her head against Akira's chest, her rotund ass pressing against Akira, almost making him want another round. Momo closed her eyes as she felt Akira's arm over her bare waist and sighed.

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."

THE NEXT MORNING

Akira was standing in the kitchen by the common area, his hair messy, his eyes heavy, as he waited for the coffee machine to warm up. He had never actually had coffee before, but he had heard it was good to help you wake up, and he definitely needed that right now.

It had been a long night last night, and lessons started up again today so he had to be awake earlier than he had had to over the past two weeks. Once he had filled a mug with coffee, he walked to one of the large tables in the common area, where some of his classmates were eating, sitting next to Momo, who rested her head against his shoulder almost immediately as she ate.

Akira smiled, before taking a sip of his coffee, scrunching his face slightly at the warmth of it, before putting it back down with a sigh. "I see why Aizawa loves this so much."

"It's unhealthy to have so much of it though," Todoroki said in-between mouthfuls of food.

Akira shrugged as he went back to eating, before Ururaka walked to the table. "Hey Todoroki, do you have a minute?"

Todoroki looked up at Ururaka and nodded.

"Deku and Iida, you too. Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, Shigiraki, have a sec? It's really important."

Momo and Akira looked at each other before nodding and standing up, the others soon followed. Ochako walked out of the dorm with the six following her, as Kirishima asked, "So uh, where are we going?"

Kirishima stopped speaking once he saw Tsu standing out on the grass. Ochako walked up to Tsu and stood next to her, as the rest of the group stood opposite of them.

"Tsu said she had something she wanted to tell everyone."

Nobody spoke for a few moments, before Tsu looked up at the group.

"You guys' know I'm pretty straightforward, and always speak what's on my mind, but sometimesâ I don't know, I'm at a loss. Remember what I said back at the hospital? When you were talking about the rescue?"

'Going after Bakugo would break the rules, that means you'd be acting like villains, not heroes.'

Midoriya nodded. "Yeah, every word."

"My heart was hurting," Tsu looked down at the ground. "And the things I said must have upset you."

Ochako put her hand on Tsu's back, rubbing her back slightly. "It's okay, Tsu."

"Despite my warning, you still went and saved Bakugo, I didn't know that until this morning. I thought I stopped you... but it turns out that I was worthless, a complete failure, and suddenly I had no idea what to say. I didn't think I deserved to have fun with everyone and joke around like usual... but," Tsu looked back up at the group, tears falling down her cheeks. "It made me so sad to be without you. That's why I wanted to talk to you. Even if I'm still not sure on how I'm supposed to be feeling, I wanted you to know so we can hang out and talk and have a good time again."

"It's not just you who thinks that," Ururaka kept a hand on Tsu's back. "Everyone felt pretty bad and wanted things back the way they used to be before. That's why we did the room contest, to bring us closer together and make us feel like a class again. No matter if Bakugo and Shigiraki also sat out, it's the only thing we could think off, so please don't think we were trying to trick you or anything."

Ururaka let go of Tsu and stepped forwards to talk to the rest of the group. "Look, what I'm saying is, let's all work hard at our training and be good friends again, okay?"

"Tsu!" Kirishima walked up to her. "I'm sorry! Thanks for telling us how you feel!"

"It's okay!" Momo stepped forwards as well, Iida joining soon after.

"I apologise."

"You shouldn't feel bad."

"Asu-" Midoriya cut himself off as he stood beside Todoroki, only Akira not having moved forwards yet. "...Tsu..."

"Listen," Kirishima was holding onto Tsu's shoulders as she cried. "I won't make you sad again."

"Me neither."

"We promise." Iida agreed with Momo.

Tsu cried for a few moments, before Akira finally stepped forwards and spoke. "Tsu, I-"

"Shigiraki, you started off by trying to convince everyone to stop too, saying it was too dangerous. You don't have to apologise." Tsu wiped a tear from her eyes, before Akira placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No, I still made you think I was against it, but ended up going back on my word. It doesn't matter what happened, it was still dangerous, and someone still could've been seriously injured, or worse. From now on, we'll work together, more than ever, and become true heroes. Now come on, let's go back inside, class starts in another hour."

Tsu nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes again. "Alright, let's go."

Took a while, but 6.7k words later, Chapter Eight is done. Might be a bit until the next Chapter is out, but I'll start it soon.