The door to Katsuki's dorm room open. Katsuki groaned as he was holding on to his stomach. He was by Eijiro and Manga (who happened to be in the dorm hallway). Meanwhile, Shouto, Tenya, and Izuku were at the end of the hall. Tenya and Izuku served as mediators as they were keeping the peace with Shouto. The redness on his hands indicated the white-redhead probably got into a scuffle with the blonde self-proclaimed leader.

Shouto's hand met his fist. "I told him that I was going to fold his spiky ass if he kept talking shit." He spat on the wall. "Talk shit, get hit. He better be glad I wasn't being like Snoop Dogg and Long Beach his ass."

Izuku grabbed Shouto's shoulder. "Relax and easy with the blaccent. We promised ourselves one per week." He thought a little humor should lessen the tension. Earlier in the evening at the arcade, Shouto tried to ask Momo on a date. As Shouto gathered the courage to ask the vice president, the spiky blonde took the courage to pull down Shouto's pants in front of the public. Shouto was used to humiliation. However, the fact that a sixteen-year-old wearing tighty whities from a defunct superhero television show were another thing.

"Bakugo needs to quit playing," scoffed Shouto. "I was this close of making this perfect."

Tenya hung up the phone as he approached his fuming friend. "Relax, Shouto. I just talked with Momo and she says that she has no problem going out with you."

He looked at his genius friend. "Really?"

He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his glasses. "Have no fear for Tenya Iida has your back." He placed his hands in his pocket. "Actually, she wanted to see if you can catch a late night movie with her tonight. I can text you the details."

The tension drew less with Shouto. "Great! I need to go." He then looked at Katsuki's door as he heard the spiky blonde groaning in pain. "Should I apologize."

Tenya and Izuku looked at each other. "Hell no," they said in unison. Tenya looked at the door. "I will stay put and do a sanity check. Izuku, take Shouto with him. We both need to be on guard."

"Got it." Izuku patted his friend as they were leaving the dorm hall and headed toward theirs.

A bit earlier….

A certain mushroom girl was sitting in her dorm room listening to trance music as she was making a delicious treat for her precious Izuku. She needed certain ingredients, including her natural ingredients, to make her special cookies perfect. She wanted to be sure that Izuku ate every single morsel so she can have every single morsel of her cinnamon roll. She wanted to be deep covered in glaze and she was so imaginative with these perverse thoughts.

One thing in art class, classmates Ibara and Yui noticed the mushroom girl drawing her picture. She told the girls that it was an exploded Hot Pocket. When asked on why would she draw a picture of a frozen American meat by-product, she replied that this what she wanted a boy to do to her insides after he unloads.

Of course, the response didn't give her more friends. Many of them were already creeped out by the mushroom girl. Even to the point where they were even below the standards of Minoru Mineta.

She gritted hard with her mortar as she grinding the final ingredients of her mushroom into the chocolate cake. Kinoko did research on the cinnamon roll. She had recently found a note on the ground as she returned home from her Deku Rounds. Inside of the notebook, coincidentally titled Deku Memo, noted the patterns and likes and dislikes of Izuku Midoriya.

A hot fudge chocolate cake was the ticket to showcase her love to the emerald haired child.

She hummed to the tune of "Lucid Dreams" as she sprinkled the ingredients on the cake like confetti. She was certain that Izuku was going to love that dish.

Especially when she was going to write under an assumed name.

Oh, sigh! Izuku, the things that make my caps grow rampant. You know how to pull my heartstrings. It is like you are saying, "please take advantage of me, Kino-chan, and make me your bitch." Oh, Izuku, honey, you wish will be closer to the demands I have for your supple fat ass. Oh, God! I can't wait for you to turn my pussy like an exploded Hot Pocket. I want to be baptized in your scent so I can mark it with my scent. You are mine, Izuku. No one else's.

Back to the present….

Izuku was humming to the theme song of Ed, Edd, n' Eddy as Shouto had the keys to their dorm. Shouto almost stepped on a box. He looked down. "Hey, Izuku."

Izuku was digging inside of his ear when Shouto called his name. "Yeah?"

"I see a box and it has your name on it." Shouto kneeled down and grabbed the box. It felt heavy, thinking that it could be a care package. Shouto insisted that he would help carry it as they entered the dorm room.

As Shouto placed the box on Izuku's bed and went to the closet for clothes, Izuku picked it up. Attached to the box with his name on it was a cold. It wasn't often he got care packages. His mother tended to visit every other month with items. His father tended to send him underwear via post office. It didn't faze him as he opened the card.

Made this as I thought of you.

SWAK,

Ochako!

Izuku flushed as he saw the owner of the box. Nervously, he opened it. Bestowed in his gracious sight was a chocolate cake. Looked like it was sprinkled with coconut flakes, which didn't faze him. He could have been fine either/or. Nevertheless, his admirer made it for him. His heart wanted to melt from her thoughtful consideration.

Shouto whispered. "Izuku, I can see someone loves you. Those are some thick layers of cake." Shouto pressed his nose near the cake, inhaling it. "And it is not store-bought." Shouto took the card and read it. He nodded for approval. "Seems like I am not the only one with bouts of luck tonight. Congratulations!"

He blushed at Shouto. "Thanks. Same to you."

Shouto was changing shirts as he looked at Izuku. "I can see if Denny's is open after the movie ends. Give you enough time to properly think your admirer." He winked at him.

Izuku shook his head. "No, man. I will call her and thank her for thinking of her." He clapped his hands. "However, I need to take a taste test." Izuku pinched a piece and placed it in his mouth. As if fireworks were popping in his brain, he had never tasted a cake that fluffy and delicious. "As if ponies were frolicking in my mouth."

"Save me a piece when I come back," said Shouto as he gave himself a final breath check. "Do I smell good?"

"All I smell is cake," said Izuku excitedly as he was in search of milk in the refrigerator.

"You're lost when you are with her," said Shouto teasingly.

"Should have thought of that before punching Kacchan in the gut," retorted Izuku. "While he was eating a chocolate pancake."

Shouto grabbed the keys as he was heading to the door. "Maybe he can keep his hands to himself and not on my undergarments." He gave Izuku the peace sign before closing the door.

Later that evening….

Kinoko's timing had to be perfect. One, she needed to wait on the distance with Shouto. She wasn't that far behind as she listened to the conversation. She wanted to be sure on the strength of Izuku's feelings for the skanky bitch. Two, she procured a machine that helped her duplicate the key to enter his dorm. She needed it in case Izuku didn't answer the door. The last thing she wanted Izuku to do was to be asleep.

No, she liked her fishes to squirm.

If it was planned how she predicted, the medicine should be taken effect any second. She straightened herself together as she played the part of a coy passerby.

She made a knock at Izuku's door.

Izuku opened the door slightly. He was covered in sweat as he poked his head. "Komori?"

"Hi, Midoriya," she waved. She tilted her head. "Are you okay?"

He was blushing harshly as his eyes were averting hers. She waved her arms. "Are you okay?"

"I don't want to call the guys right now for fear of embarrassment," he said. "Yet again, I don't want to call any girls."

"What are you talking about," she asked coyly. "Is it something wrong? Are you sick?"

Izuku stared at the childish Kinoko. Then, he snapped his fingers. "Komori, you are into medicine, aren't you?"

She nodded. "I dibble dabble."

"I think you can help me with this problem," he said before looking back at her. "It's embarrassing."

"Midoriya, you know I am the shy type. You can trust me."

Izuku opened the door to the only person he could possibly trust for the time being. He ushered in Kinoko as she entered his dorm room. He took a double take before closing the door. He secured the locks to ensure that no one would be entering or walking in on them.

"What seems to be the problem," she said as she took a seat at his chair next to his desk. Within, she was trying to contain her laughter. The medicine acted efficiently as she saw crumbs of cake around his blanket. "Hey, are you okay?" Kinoko was now 'concerned (not really)' as Izuku was covered in his blanket. She approached him, but he took a few paces back. His eyes displayed worry. Being compassionate and since she was familiar with worried teens, she displayed a warm and friendly smile.

"Izuku. There is nothing to worry about. Whatever issue that comes to mind, just say it to me and we can speak." She sat at his desk, crossing her legs. "I know we are in different classes, but we are also teammates and friends. So, whatever you want to get off your mind. Off your chest, just let me."

Izuku nodded to Kinoko. He parted his mouth. "Can you help me with what happened to my private part?" He slowly disrobed his blanket to reveal what he was hiding from Kinoko. His pants were already soaked in a white, creamy substance. She saw his pounding member extending from his pants. The length was sticking past his thigh.

Rapture!

To be continued….