A/N: I'm deviating from my scheduled updates because yeah, after seeing the leaks for the most recent MHA manga, well I just wanted to put something fun and light out into the universe. Will resume regular after this. Leave a review if you feel so inclined and as always, enjoy.

**I do not own these characters or the world, that belongs to our lovely author of MHA. Also, cover art was a commission by me from the artist Krumbs. Follow them on if you'd like! They are extremely talented!

Six
But Red Riot and Pinky Have A Secret

Initially when he'd received her text message, he'd been excited. It had been months and months, after all. So to receive that one text message that simply read, "My room. Now." He'd been both excited and nervous to respond to it.

During his trek down and around the square, his phone had buzzed again, this time the message simply reading, "Don't let anyone see you!"

After that, he'd moved cautiously and carefully, doing his best to not be seen. The hall had been relatively deserted, thankfully, but once he'd rounded the corner he'd spotted Uraraka coming up the stairs and heading to her room. He'd quickly ducked back into the hall and waited until he heard Uraraka's door open and then close. After that he waited maybe another 15 seconds and then moved back into the hallway with Ashido's and Uraraka's rooms.

Surreptitiously, he moved to Ashido's door and stood there nervously. His heart was beating fast. It had been so long since the last time and that hadn't been in her dorm room and she had said it was a one time thing, just to explore. Yet here he was. He nervously raised his hand to knock only to drop it as her door flew open and he was violently pulled in.

"What's wrong with you?! Were you actually going to knock?!" Ashido demanded with angry eyes.

Eijiro Kirishima blushed at her. She was right. Knocking would've been stupid. "Uh, sorry Ashido…guess I wasn't thinking."

"Duh! Did anyone see you?" She asked in a quiet and tight voice.

Proudly Krishima proclaimed, rather loudly, "Nope!"

"Quiet down!" Ashido chastised. She frowned, pressed her index finger up to her lips in a silence motion and then pulled him into the small toilet that was attached to all the student's dorm rooms.

The toilet was cramped for two people, and Kirishima was painfully aware of the close proximity of Ashido. Their bodies weren't quite touching, but almost were. He was also surprised by the amount of pink that adorned her bathroom…though he shouldn't be surprised considering how much pink there was in her actual room. There was some sort of pink trim around the mirror over the sink and the rug in front of the toilet and sink were both a hot pink. There was also a pink bathrobe hanging on the back of the door to the toilet. So much pink, thought Kirishima.

"Sorry! I just got…excited. Didn't mean to be loud," Kirishima apologized once they were tucked into the cramped safety of the bathroom.

"It's fine," Ashido huffed and glared at him. "Look…we need to talk."

Kirishima gulped nervously. So this was going to be a talking kind of meet up and not a romantic tryst? Well that was okay. Swallowing any disappointment that was there, Kirishima said, "Okay, shoot."

"Have you said anything to anyone? Or even suggested that we know each other in a way other than classmates or friends?" She demanded, her dark eyes watching him carefully. Kirishima always had to be careful not to stare too long into her eyes, he was truly a sucker for those dark raccoon eyes.

"No. Nobody's the wiser that I'm aware of," he said honestly. In all truth, he'd never even dreamed of breathing a word to anyone—even his closest friends—that he and Mina had decided to on a one time occasion explore and go all the way with each other. She'd suggested it so casually at the time that he'd thought she'd been joking, but then when he laughed and she straddled him and looked at him with those dark beautiful eyes, he knew she hadn't been teasing.

Because they'd gone to middle school together, they had some existing familiarity with one another. It didn't make them outright friends but they were naturally more comfortable with each other than with anyone else. Not that they'd spent copious amounts of time together, but on occasion they'd gone to one another's house to study or practice fighting. It had been strictly plutonic and their studying sessions had ended pretty abruptly once Bakugo decided to take him under his wing and make them study together. Even with those stopping though, they'd still seen each other on and off to practice fighting with one another.

It had been shortly before the fiasco summer camp that they'd spent one evening together practice fighting that they'd taken a short break to rest that she'd suggested that they explore each other.

"I just want to explore, you know? Plus, I know you and I trust you so, why not?" She asked him so carelessly that he'd not taken her seriously. He'd laughed and then the next moment she was sitting astride him and staring at him.

"Ashido…?" He'd asked nervously.

"I'm being serious Red Riot. Let's explore. It can just be a casual, one time thing that we never speak of again. Deal?" She asked leaning closer to him, closer to his lips.

"But, what, I don't know, that doesn't sound very, uh, gentleman like," he'd stuttered. She was so close and her body was so warm and soft. Ashido up close was better than anything he ever could've imagined.

"But we're friends. I'm not asking you to explore with me and then run off and tell the whole class about it. I'm saying that before we get out and into the big old scary world that we do this one time with each other. Like a safety fall. This way we'll know what we're doing when we do it for real," she hadn't needed to do much convincing, he was half way ready to making a mess of his pants already.

"Still Ashido, I think this feels wrong, like I'm taking advantage of you. You're my friend and my classmate, I respect you more than that!" It had taken all his willpower in that moment to try and push her off but he'd managed it until she pressed her cute little pink nose up against his and smiled at him.

"You're so adorable when you act all chivalrous, seriously! But no, I don't think it's taking advantage of me at all. It was my idea and I'm the one pushing it and believe it or not, but I've thought about this like quite a bit. For months in fact. I made up my mind that I wanted to have my first time with someone I trust and who was hot…and that's you!" She'd wiggled her little nose against his, which made his face turn beet red.

"Ashido, I don't know…are you sure?" Kirishima wasn't entirely sure he felt comfortable with this. It didn't seem like the right thing but here Ashido was, right in his face and practically begging him to go all the way with her. Despite his constant endeavor to be manly and an upstanding gentleman, he wasn't going to be able to resist her much longer.

"Yes, yes I am," she'd practically purred the response and before he knew it, her soft pink lips were pressed up against his and he was having his very first kiss. Things had proceeded very quickly after that with clothing be removed, more frantic—and not very skilled—kissing, his hands buried in her cleavage, her hands running over his well-muscled chest.

Kirishima didn't exactly know what he was doing. It wasn't like he did research into this kind of thing or had ever expected this kind of thing to happen, but as a teenage boy he'd seen enough of the dirty side of the internet to know roughly what went where and what was expected of him. Even with zero experience, or really all his experience being in what he'd seen in magazines and porn movies or probably exaggerated stories from his friends, he wanted her to enjoy this first time as well. He had some understanding and knowledge that a girls first time was usually not nearly as pleasant as a guys, and he didn't want that for her. Even if it was a one time thing, he wanted both of them to have a good first encounter that they could look back at with fondness.

It took all his control to not totally blow his wad when Ashido's bra had come off and he'd been faced with her bare and very pink breasts. There had been so much going on that he'd not really known what to do. Touch her breasts? Put his hand down her panties? He seemed to remember that being a common thing that girls in all the media he'd seen had liked, but he wasn't entirely certain where to put it and how to move it once he got it down there.

Thankfully, Ashido somehow seemed more knowledgeable with what to do despite her asserting ignorance of previous sexual experience. She'd guided his hand down between her legs and assisted him with where to touch and what to do. He'd adapted quickly to her guidance and was pleased to see that it seemed to have a desired effect on her when her cheeks flushed rosy and her eyes had squeezed shut in what he hoped was pleasure. Kirishima wasn't doubting her reported lack of experience, but was more so just glad that she seemed to know what she liked when it came to her own body. It made everything go much easier.

And then before he'd known it was even happening, he was inside that most secret and private of places. Ashido had made the tiniest of grunts which had briefly worried him but he was quickly overcome by the sensation of her to think about the sound she'd made. The feeling of being surrounded entirely by something other than his own hand was just a thrilling concept but to actually be surrounded, well he was completely overtaken in the moment.

Hardly one pump later and he was done and mortified since he knew that boys—no, men-were supposed to last longer…weren't they? They did at least in all the dirty movies he'd seen, but this was a first time, so how was he expected to have the ability to last an incredibly long time when he'd never ever done this kind of thing before? Was he supposed to use his hardening quirk or something but pinpoint it just to his junk? Could he even do that?!

Feeling a blush wash over him, he'd scooted off of her in embarrassment and then even more mortified, realized that he'd not even thought about birth control. Oh no! What if she got pregnant! He didn't think of that. This was bad, really bad!

"Why are you so red faced? Was it not good?" Ashido had asked, a hint of anxiety in her voice. Kirishima wasn't even sure how to answer. Why wasn't she more concerned?

"Ashido, I, I didn't use a condom…you could get pregnant!" The words sounded foreign and horrible on his tongue. He was swiftly regretting ever agreeing to this teenage tryst. However, Ashido surprised him by laughing. He had to admit that lying there, totally naked with a light sheen of sweat glistening on her beautiful body was one of the most amazing sights he'd ever seen before. Scratch that, it was the most beautiful thing he'd seen. "What?"

"I'm on birth control silly," she said, sitting up to smile at him.

"Huh? Birth control?" Now he was confused. Why would she be on birth control…wasn't that for girls who had sex a lot?

As if she could read his thoughts she clucked her tongue and gave him a sideways glance. "Not that it's any of your business, but my periods were out of control so to help regulate my hormones I was put on birth control a year ago. So no worries," she paused and looked at him seriously, "was it not good though?"

Relief had washed over him that he let out a huge sigh. "Phew, no, no I loved it! I'm just glad we don't have to, uh, worry about that adult stuff…but you were amazing Ashido!" Just recalling their actions from the last few minutes made him excited all over again. He blushed as miniature Red Riot started to stand at attention.

"Haha, easy there boy! One time was enough for me, "she'd said with a giggle but then when she'd seen him look away uneasily quickly added, "I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it, I did—you took my guidance really well—I just meant what I said when I said it was a one time thing. Now it's a secret between us." After having said that, she had leaned onto her knees and held out a pinky finger toward him.

"Our secret?" Kirishima questioned and looked at her extended pinky finger.

"Yup, our secret," Ashido had agreed.

"Okay," he'd replied softly and entwined his pinky with hers.

That had been how'd they'd both lost their virginity to each other, and now standing in her cramped little bathroom he felt both excited to be this close to her and nervous. Had she heard something? Had someone said something? He hadn't breathed a word of it to anyone and many times went out of his way to ignore her or spend large amounts of times with his other friends and he never mentioned to anyone that they'd gone to middle school together or even knew each other previously.

"Well I have it on good authority that you stare at me when we're in class. And why didn't you stare at Uraraka when I pulled up her shirt? Why did you stare at me?" She asked, her golden eyes offset by that inky blackness peering deeply into him.

Kirishima couldn't meet her gaze. What was he supposed to say? That Seeing her flash Uraraka's stomach had made him feel awkward and that the exposure had made him painfully aware that really, all he wanted was to see her bare stomach. Ideally, her whole naked body. He couldn't say that. Ashido had made it clear that their tryst was a one time thing and that they were supposed to treat it as such and to his credit he'd done just that but he couldn't help that deep down he wanted to do things with her again…proper couple things like going to movies, holding hands, kissing, and all that stuff. That was what he wanted but he respected her too much to push the established dynamic into that. It didn't seem right since she'd been very clear that nothing could change after being together.

He would respect that. It was the manly thing to do. Even if he had deeper feelings for her that had only grown as time had gone on, he would continue to ignore those feelings. She didn't need him to be her boyfriend or her lover; she needed him to be her classmate and friend. So that's exactly what he'd do.

"Uh, I did look at her…I just, uh, felt embarrassed, so I looked away from her," Kirishima explained nervously. It was true for the most part. "But hey, I can't help if I end up looking at you in class. You're like right in front of me!"

"No, I'm not. I'm in an entirely different row than you. If anything, I'm adjacent to you," Ashido defended with a huff.

Kirishima wasn't entirely certain if she'd used the word 'adjacent' correctly but he was impressed she'd used it at all. "Someone's been paying attention in Ectoplasm's math class!" He said proudly.

Ashido rolled her eyes and continued to stare at him.

"What? I don't stare at you! You are often in my line of site when we are in class so I guess it could be seen as staring, but that's not what I'm doing," Kirishima explained quickly. In reality, he did look at her more often than not, though they were just fleeting glances.

"Well then…don't be so obvious about it," Ashido suggested, or rather instructed.

"Okay, I won't look at you when we're in class," Kirishima was starting to regret coming to her room. This was far from the encounter he had hoped for.

"Good," the pink haired and pink skinned girl said quietly and looked away.

"But hey, if anyone did suspect anything, I think that would've made it round to the boys, Ashido…or at least to Mineta. He's like the horniest of horndogs so if there was even a whisper of us together or uh, having been together, he'd be all over it wanting details," he reassured her and patted her shoulder. He instantly regretted the touch since between the close proximity to her and now even that innocuous touch made him excited.

"That tracks," she said with a smirk and couldn't help but let out a giggle, "okay, sorry I freaked out, I just got…nervous is all. Come on." She slid the bathroom door open and the two quietly exited the cramped space.

Back into her room, Kirishima was struck by the scent in the room. It smelled like a mixture of candy and flowers, somehow very Ashido. He'd not been in her room since they'd first entered the dorms and that had just been a brief view of it…now he was in her room, surrounded by her. That thought alone was enough to make him even more excited.

"Haha, well I can see what you thought would happen when you came here," mused Ashido with a playful smile. Kirishima followed the direction of her gaze to his crotch and the now relatively obvious bulge there. A blush washed over his face.

"Uh, yeah, sorry…teenage boy and all," he whispered and turned slightly away from her.

"Nah, it's all good. I get it," much to his surprise she then playfully swatted his behind. His cheeks burned brighter red then. Why was Ashido so…oh he didn't know what word he wanted to use then. Teasing? Annoying? Irritating? Adorable, was the other word that came to mind but he immediately squashed that thought.

"Ashido!" He chastised quietly and glared at her. She just grinned at him, her eyes squeezed shut in amusement. Without warning she leapt toward him and wrapped her arms around his middle, hugging him tightly. Kirishima just about froze in place as she was molded to his chest.

"Don't ever change Kirishima!" She said grinning and then released him. "Now go, go quietly, back to your room."

Easy for you to say. You're not the one here with a big old boner poking out to say hello to everyone I pass by, he thought to himself with a twang of annoyance.

Ashido crept toward her door and pressed her ear to it to listen carefully. After a moment of cautious silence, she flipped off her light so that they both stood in darkness and then cracked her door open a sliver. The light from outside poured in briefly blinding Kirishima though Ashido seemed unaffected and continued to peek out the crack in the door.

"Coast is clear, go go go!" She said quietly and pulled the door open for him to creep out. The second he was outside her door it closed, somehow eerily silent.

Moving as stealthily as he could, Krishima made his way to his room. He thought he was in the clear until he crossed the turn to lead to the boys portion of the floor and stopped dead as he spotted a cranky looking Bakugo leaning against his door.

"Where you been, moron?" He asked with a sneer.

Kirishima did his best to control himself and not blush. "Oh uh, well I was—"

"Can it, I don't actually care. You done your homework for the new unit yet?" Bakugo asked gruffly.

Breathing a very small sigh of relief that in true Bakugo fashion he didn't actually care where and or what he was doing, he replied, "No, actually. Hadn't quite gotten to it! Did you want to do it together? I could actually use your help reviewing, uh, the parts and stuff."

Bakugo rolled his eyes at Kirishima and then pinched his brow in frustration. "Have you really not put two and two together and realized that they'll likely do a quiz tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Had Aizawa mentioned that? Had Recovery Girl?

"Idiot! Of course they'll have a quiz to review the anatomy. Tomorrow they're changing topics by having some idiot wannabe pros talk at us. It's the only thing that makes sense you dumbass," he explained harshly.

"Oh," was all Kirishima managed to say as he couldn't help but agree that Bakugo was probably right. Well that was a problem since he had only a basic understanding of the major players of both the male and female anatomy. Aside from knowing the location of the penis, testicles, and anus, Kirishima was hard pressed to remember much else of the male side of things. He remembered a bit more of a girls external anatomy.

"Okay moron, listen up! We're gonna study so you don't flunk out of class tomorrow. Idiot broom head," Bakugo cursed and frowned angrily at Kirishima who could only give an embarrassed smile at his friend. "Come on," Bakugo commanded and began to turn away but then inadvertently caught sight of the not as prominent as it had been bulge in Kirishima's pants. Kirishima realized what Bakugo was seeing and blushed.

Rolling his eyes and wrinkling his nose in disgust, but otherwise unfazed, Bakugo snapped, "Hurry up and go take care of that weird hair, then meet in my room so you can get a passing grade tomorrow," he huffed and then added nastily, "idiot."

"Okay! See you soon!" Kirishima said with forced positivity and then quickly fled into his room. He wasn't even sure that he'd need to masturbate since the sheer look of disgust on Bakugo's face and the thought of an upcoming quiz that he was grossly unprepared for was enough to make even the most persistent boner go soft. While he was always grateful for Bakugo's help, he always felt like it was a torture session anytime he did study with him. Bakugo grasped things instantly whereas Kirishima felt like he it took him years to learn the most of basic of things. Perhaps that was just because Bakugo was his study partner though.

As Kirishima managed to calm down he absently wondered if Bakugo ever got flustered about sex stuff or if he even thought about that kind of thing. It really seemed that all his friend was interested in was being the best and possibly murdering villains as well.

"Okay, time to study!" Kirishima reassured himself and then headed out of his room toward Bakugo's, knowing full well that he was about to enter a torture chamber of education and judgement.