Reiko stood in line at the concession stand, buying her souvenir popcorn bucket and drink for Eternal. She smiled, and as she sat, she let out a small sigh, wishing she wasn't alone. She blushed as she thought about who she wanted to be sitting next to her, maybe holding her hand.
It wasn't an unusual thought for Reiko; it had started that day in the library. They were reaching for the same book, their hands brushed, and she felt this electricity. They both insisted that the other take the book, but they needed it for a report, so they shared it.
She shuddered at how rough his hands were; the scars were badges of his dedication. She watched him at the sports festival and sacrificed his opportunity to save his classmate. He pushed himself to save someone else and pushed himself into the forest for the practical exam against the teachers. Despite being paired with that douchebag, he still managed to defeat All-Might.
He smelled of cinnamon, and he was so quiet, so peaceful. A strong presence wafted off him, filling her nose and enflaming her senses. Then she saw the dog-eared copy of Beloved in his bag. She casually used her quirk to spill her bag, revealing her copy of the novel. It worked like a charm, and they started to talk about the book.
She tucked her hair behind her ear; she saw him glance at her neck. He even got them some tea; she offered to share her cake. He hesitantly shared an indirect kiss with her when she passed him the fork, his sputter, his blush; he played it perfectly. The way he would look at her and then look away was a perfect tease. The patter of the rain played an ideal beat for their meet cute. It would be a perfect story to tell their children. How they met one rainy day in the library, and how their father seduced her in one night.
She may have kept his eraser and teacup, and a few more souvenirs may have come into her possession later. She had the extra income, and the Grape was willing to provide what she requested. She pulled out her phone, went to his folder, and sighed wistfully at the candid shot of him lying on the grass, his eyes closed, looking so peaceful.
They talked about Beloved, the first movie, and how they looked forward to Eternal; he even mentioned seeing it together. Reiko would invite him; they could take a moonlight stroll afterward. Her parents sometimes worked overnight; perhaps he would walk her home if she planned it right; he is a gentleman. But then the forest happened, and he was severely injured. Rumors were circulating that he had battled Muscular on the mountain and that Muscular would never draw breath again.
After Bakugo had been taken, there was talk in the group trap of going after him, maybe even teaming up with 1-A. Their class president and vice were about to approach them when they were informed that Bakugo had recovered and the League had been dealt a devastating blow.
She made her way to her assigned seat; she wouldn't mind seeing the movie again, even if it were horrible, as long as it was with him. Reiko was settled in her seat, waiting peacefully, texting a few of her friends as the theater began to fill up.
"I am so excited to see this movie," she heard a girl say. "I loved the first one and the book…the book was so good. Did you read the sequel?"
"I did," a familiar voice said, calling her attention. I have a friend who also likes them; we had talked about coming to see this together then….you know."
"Who was this friend? Hmm, Izu," the girl purred. Reiko's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. She sat higher a bit in her seat, and there, two rows down and three across was Izuku. Next to him was a girl with ash blonde hair who seemed familiar somehow, but Reiko couldn't place her. Her mind was screaming that she should know her.
"Reiko, she is a girl in 1-B," Izuku said. "We got to know each other when we both had to share a book we needed for a report. She was nice."
"Is she pretty?" the girl teased. Reiko was very interested now; she saw Izuku start to look nervous.
"Yes, but not as pretty as you," he said. Reiko's heart jumped and dipped.
"Good answer, Izu," the girl teased. But if she is nice and pretty…"
The lights dimmed, and Reiko was cut off from the conversation; she tried to watch the movie but was distracted. Izuku and the mysterious girl he was with seemed to enjoy the film. Reiko frowned when she saw them cuddle some during the film, especially during the sex scene. They were on a date, and it was going quite well. She lost them in the crowd when the film ended; she looked around for a bit before considering it a lost cause. Who was that girl? She thought. Did some unknown hussy come in and swoop Izuku out from under her? Well, she wasn't about to let him go without a fight. She went into the bathroom, looked over her outfit, undid one of the buttons on her shirt, then one more, and snapped a high-angle selfie.
Reiko: I just saw Eternal, but it wasn't the same without you. I would love to see it again…together.
She needed to find out if Izuku had a girlfriend and who she was; Reiko needed to know her competition. The first was easy, the second was a bit risky, but she needed information and needed it fast. She opened up a secondary messaging app.
R: I need information
G: Depending on the info you need, it will cost you.
R: I need to know ASAP if Green has a girlfriend.
G: Well, since you are a repeat customer, and I can answer that one pretty quickly, NO. But for 5 thousand, I heard something interesting you may want to know.
R: *payment has been sent*
G: Okay, the rumor is that Green was super sweet on Space Girl and planned to confess during camp.
R: But the attack
G: Nope. Everyone thought she was super sweet about him, too. There is a rumor that two others were interested but backed off from Space Girl because he was interested in her.
R: Well, what happened?
G: The rumor is she turned him down flat and shut him down.
R: How reliable is this info?
G: It was overheard by an associate of the friend of an interested party. I hope that helps.
G: Good enough. Are you interested in some hospital pictures?
R: Send them. It's a regular price, though!
G: For you, of course.
R: If you can find out the identity of this mystery girl, I may know someone who would be interested in playing some games with you.
G: Are you fucking serious? Alright, I am on it.
Reiko was confused. If he was sweet on Uraraka, who was this girl he was with? Was Izuku in the habit of seducing girls, collecting them like trophies? She imagined Izuku sitting upon a chair; she was dressed in a thin, see-through black fabric that did nothing to hide her nakedness from anyone; the thin strap of cloth across her chest was soft; it stimulated her nipples so they were constantly erect for her lord. She sat on the floor at his feet, a silver and black collar with a silver chain running to his hand, wrapped around his scared, beautiful hands. The candles flicked from the storm outside as she felt a tug upon the chain and heard the whispered command, "Pleasure Me."
Reiko turned to her master, the flickering lights playing off his cold demeanor, but this was his public face; he would show her a different one in the royal bed. One was just for her, one that they shared only.
The sound of the group of girls entering the bathroom broke her from her fantasy; she quickly adjusted her panties before exiting the stall.
Girls 1-B Group
Ghosty: Hey, does anyone know if Midoriya has a girlfriend?
Big Sister: Midoriya…not that I know of. Why?
Queen Rex: Why are you interested?
Yui: …
Wild Mare: I would like to know the reason as well. He is charming.
Queen Rex: Damn Pony, you are not playing around, are you.
Wild Mare: How is this a surprise? I told everyone I thought so, but he is not the one I wish to run with. But why do you ask Ghosty?
Lady Madonna: I am also curious but more interested in knowing if anyone has talked to him since the incident.
Ghosty: I think he is doing fine; I just saw him at the movies with a girl.
Yui, Queen Rex, Wild Mare: WHAT?
Lady Madonna: Oh, then that is nice. Excuse me, but I must be going; my parents need some assistance.
Ghosty: I went to see Eternal and saw him with some girl with ash blonde hair. I didn't get a great look at her, so I was curious, that is all.
Reiko answered some more questions, but it is evident from their reactions that none of them had any answers to the mystery of who this girl was.
Izuku
He was getting ready for bed after his date when he noticed Reiko's missed message. He opened it, and the phone tumbled from his hand and bonked him on the forehead. He scrambled and opened his Midnight Flirting App.
He quickly went to the direct messaging function. "What does it mean when a girl sends you a photo from a high angle with parts of her shirt unbuttoned."
Midnight looked at the alert on her phone, "Nice premium customer." She opened the message, and a small laugh escaped her lips. "How can someone be this dense."
Answer: If a girl sent this photo to only you and it is accompanied by what can be interpreted as an invitation to go somewhere or do something, then she is expressing her interest in being more than friends. She has romantic, if not amorous, intentions towards you.
Izuku started to mumble. Reiko wants…Oh lord, help me.
Ibarra
She was pacing the floor of her room. She quickly went and locked the door.
"No, how could this have happened?" she lamented. "Has some harlot tempted him? Is she soiling him as we speak?" She went to her bedside drawer and pulled out a picture of Izuku smiling with frosting on the tip of his nose. "Oh my darling, ever since that day you took my hand, you must have known that we were meant to be together. The way you cradled me to your side, lifting me and free from the danger that had befallen me. You cradled my head tenderly and lifted the water to my lips." She swooned and fell back onto the bed.
"Your righteous anger at the faults of that devil," one arm came to rest across her forehead, her other hand over her pounding heart. "How you stood with me till medical attention came, walked along the gurney, told me that I would recover, that you would come to check on me. Oh, the fire you lit, the unspoken desires that passed between our eyes."
"Then you fulfilled your promise; you returned, fed, and sat with me. We talked of trivial matters of class, but I knew the true meaning of your words and how you spoke to my heart." Her hand was no longer resting over her heart. It was grabbing at her chest. "I was filled with lust, tormented by desires; I could feel you pealing the cloth from my body. I knew that the only thing stopping you was that we may be discovered, and your love for me was so intense that you did not wish to shame me." The arm across his head began to trail down her body.
"Then you massaged the treatment into my vines, deftly maneuvering past the thorns; despite my immoral moans, you were ever the gentleman," her hand reached the fire between her thighs. "Oh my darling, my love, my husband, I will cleanse you should another dirty you. I will worship you like the man that you are. I will lay myself bare, tie me to the bed, and ravish me with your sinful desires, yes oh my Izuku; I will be your plaything, I will be your receptacle, all as a good wife should."
Ibarra was lost in her sinful delight, "Yes, Izuku, lay your sin upon me, and I will lift them. Cover me in your lust! OH IZUKU!"
The Watchers
Ragdoll, aka Tomoko Shiretoko, was still young, at heart at least; she was 31, with long emerald green hair, large round yellow eyes, and three tiny eyelashes at the top of each one. At the minimum, she was hyper, playful, and considered cute by all who met her. She had volunteered to follow her and her teammate's personal hero, Izuku Midoriya.
This boy, no, this young man, had sacrificed nearly everything to save Kota. He had taken upon himself the burden of knowing what it was like to take another's life to save someone. Then he didn't stop; he kept fighting and fighting, even saving her from a horror that would haunt her dreams. Given her a new lease on life, he engineered his classmate's safety return, the defection of a girl and her comrades that were a game changer.
He had inspired so many in such a short time, so she had volunteered to be the observer for the date. She would stay back at range while a third year would be the one following the couple, a perky girl with periwinkle hair named Nejire Hado. The girl was known to the Pussycats as they met her while interning for Ryoko, and the entire team loved her. She had this positive energy and was just a bundle of fun.
It gave Ragdoll time to review the file Nezu had sent her detailing his need for her assistance treating Twice. It would all hinge on one thing: when he cloned, would her quirk track the clone instantly, or would it still tell her who the real one was?
Nejire did her best not to sing her personal undercover song, though she was very curious about why they needed to follow a first-year on a date. When she was informed of the girl's unique circumstances, she felt herself swooned. The willingness to sacrifice everything for love and risk it all for love made her heart flutter.
What kind of first year could inspire such a thing? She remembered him from the sports festival, but he didn't win, that Dino Nuggies guy had. Oh well, she thought. She followed them to the aquarium, giggling that it was such a cliché idea but so perfect for how they held hands. Watching them wander hand in hand through the exhibits, the girl Himiko was so clearly into him, and he was so nervous. It was almost too adorable; despite her loud and energetic nature, to the surprise of everyone in her year, she had excelled in stealth tactics, even managing to catch Professor Aizawa off guard; no one could explain it.
She felt her cheeks flush watching the display of passion, the way they kissed, how he grabbed onto Himiko, the intimacy of the position. She reached back and caught her, but with both hands, she liked it. She pulled out her phone and messaged Ragdoll, asking Mandalay to send her all the information on this first year. She needed to know everything about her targets, the first rule of infiltration; the more knowledge you have beforehand, the better.
It was impressive for a first-year; he and Dino Nuggies had beat All-Might for their midterm practical, which was terrific. Then Mandalay let slip that he was critical to the Pussycats, and of course, being Nejire, "I have to know," Hado fired off 22 questions in under a minute.
It was heartbreaking and heroic to hear how hard Izuku fought up on that mountain, having to make the ultimate decision, fighting to save his classmates, and saving Ragdoll from being in the clutches of that guy at Kamino. Nejire was on standby, marveling at seeing mentor Ryuko taking to the sky, five of them at once. She wanted to burst from the cover, hug him so tight, and tell him it would be okay, but she contained herself. Instead, she waited until Himiko went to the bathroom after the make-out session to plant her camera and microphone.
Nejire felt terrible, but the girl was a villain just a few days ago; Nejire was also supremely confident that love would win over anything else. She admired the picnic lunch by the lake and deterred some would-be thugs from messing it up. Again, she wanted to run out and hug them well, Himiko this time, and tell her it would be alright; she kept her squeal quiet at the declaration of love. A whistful sigh escaped her lips, though she was wondering what it would be like to love and be loved like that. Their fierce delegations, the frenzy of their passion, her surrender to him. Nejire wished she could surrender to someone.
She was so happy at how smart Izuku was, guessing correctly that his love was vampire movies. She also liked the way he had something that he would like or wanted to do and the willingness to put himself outside his comfort zone with the karaoke.
Nejire could feel the desire as the couple watched the movie, the laughter and joy in her bones as they raced around the track, and the thrill of victory as she won on the final putt. How she clung to the teddy bear made Nejire want one, but she wanted someone to win one. She longed for the perfect date, strolling hand in hand, in love, at peace.
Dinner was just the right amount of perfect for them. Nejire felt part of their little world as she listened to them talk and saw all the unsaid things that passed between them. In her blurry little daydream of being part of their world, she asked her questions and gave her answers.
She took the booth down the hall, sang her songs, and longed to share in those kisses. To be locked away from everything else and sink into the bliss of being wrapped in the arms of a loved one. She could feel the tension, the longing, the desire; soon, all Nejire could do was watch. Then she watched Himiko get up to sing that song,
Nejire didn't realize that she was on her feet watching the feed; slowly, she began to move about the room, wondering what it would be like to have their eyes on her. She peeled off her clothes, grabbed at her breasts, and straddled the couch; just like Himiko, she saw Himiko free Izuku from his pants, and Nejire licked her lips. Hearing their cries of please and want filled her ears, she couldn't help but touch herself.
Then Himiko slipped the floor and began to kiss it, running her tongue up and down that long, stiff shaft. Nejirie wanted to be on the other side, sharing it with Himiko, their mouths wrapping around it as they tried to kiss around to get to each other. Himiko devoured Izuku's hard cock, and Nejire slid to the floor so she could taste Himiko herself. Nejire was lost in the fantasy, lost in the lust and desire, her screams and moans filling her little room as she desperately drove herself to climax.
She watched as Himiko surrendered to his passion, the way he fucked her face; Nejire wanted to trade places to know what it was like to be able to surrender like that. When she saw Izuku begin to devour Himiko's pussy, a new fantasy sprung forth of Himiko eating her out while Izuku fucked her face. She whined as she played with herself, begging for release, but it wasn't enough; she pulled at her nipples and ached to be pleasured; when Himiko came, so did Nejire; she heard Himiko beg to be fuck. Nejire screamed at her, too. To fuck her as well.
She watched as rational thought took over; good, they could fuck her; she could be their surrogate, and she would get pregnant. She watched them cuddle on the couch; she laid herself like they were in her arms. Her naked body was exposed; she lay there and reached longingly at the image on the phone.
"I want to be loved!" she declared. "Would they love me like that?" she whispered. Best Date Ever! She thought.
Second Date
Izuku intended to cuddle with Himiko, share a pizza, and watch the movie. Himiko had every intention of cuddling with Izuku and filling herself with his seed. Himiko won.
Izuku was on his back, and Himiko was naked over him hungrily. They devoured each other, their mouths latched onto the other's sex. She had already consumed his load twice, and she was hungry for the third. He loved the way she would sometimes get so caught up in what he was doing she couldn't focus enough to keep pleasuring him, her squeals of pleasure, her prayers to the gods for more, his name on her lips.
"Fuck my face Himiko," he called out; he didn't know why, but he had dreamt about it after the night in the karaoke bar. Himiko straddled his face, grabbing his head as he plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, trying to taste every bit of her he could. He felt something stir inside of him when she grabbed his hair harder, grinding for all she could; he could feel her tensing, feel the release about to bathe his face again.
She couldn't move, her whole body was tense, she couldn't fall forward, she couldn't fall back. All she could do was wait for him to release her. Her body began to shiver; his hands grabbed at her breasts, squeezed her ass, and danced across her forbidden spot. She was at his mercy, his plaything, and loved it. Then he hit the right combination, a hard pull of her nipple and a rugged grip on her ass, and finally, she was released.
Every contracted muscle suddenly let go, sudden and complete release; she screamed his name as everything lost meaning. She didn't fall because he held her in place as she quaked and convulsed above him. She tried to fall again, but he would not let her. He would let her go; she drank and sucked every drop and then made her magically cum again. It was too much. She started to beg him to stop to let her breathe. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and consciousness began to dance away before she felt herself fall. His soft release let her fall back onto the bed; it was like drifting through the heavens.
He shifted and brought her into his arms; she buried her face in his chest. "I want you inside of me," she whispered.
"Two weeks, the doctor said," he replied.
"Oh god, Izuku, I don't know if I can wait," she said.
"For the tomorrow we want, I can," he kissed her head, and she felt a purr escape her lips as she fell asleep.
Third Date
Himiko sat properly at the table as her meal was placed before her. "I thank you, honored mother, for inviting me to share a meal with you."
"I felt it was wise that we dine together; if you are to marry my son, we should become comfortable with each other," Inko replied, her head slightly tilted and elevated.
"You are most wise," Himiko bowed.
"What the fuck is going on?" Spinner whispered.
"I have no idea, and I am too afraid to ask," Magne said.
"The food is delicious/Can we make it spicy," Twice said.
"Yes, adding the sauce from the green container will quench your desire for fire," Inko answered. Jin quickly poured the sauce over his food.
"How is your relationship with my son," Inko inquired, taking some of her food.
"It goes quiet well, honored mother. We have begun to explore each other's bodies," Izuku began to choke on his food. Magne slapped her forehead. Spinner blushed. Twice, he did his best not to laugh.
"Really now," Inko said, her gaze narrowing at Izuku and Himiko.
"It was at my instance honored mother," Himiko bowed again. "I must apologize, but your son is so masculine, so strong that my desires ten to run away with me. Though I beg for him to shower my womb," Izuku nearly fainted, Spinner did, Magne looked for the hidden camera, and Twice went outside to laugh. "He has steadfastly denied me my wish so that our future will be secured. But the skill he possesses when performing cunnilingus has surpassed anything I could have imagined."
Izuku saw the black abyss of unconsciousness, but hero mode kicked in. "Now, Himiko, I don't think we should burden my mother with such things."
"But my love, it is true; if I did not know any better, I would have to insist that you have had practice," Himiko said. Magne's world began to tilt and wobble some. "I can only surmise that you must have studied, and I believe that you should share whatever way you prepared with the world as I am sure women all over will praise your name."
"It is good to hear that my son is a capable and giving lover," Inko said, taking a dainty tea drink. "I hope he is not the only one doing the work. You must keep him satisfied lest another challenge your position." That was it. Magni fainted, and Izuku began to swoon.
"I do the best I can, honored mother, but he is quite gifted and veracious," Himiko blushed. "I can only wonder if his father was so…gifted."
"His father was quite gifted; it made up for other shortcomings," Izuku fainted.
Izuku began to struggle back to consciousness, "Now, when it comes time for your union to be complete, I believe arranging a private getaway would be best. I would not want the two of you to be rushed; allow yourselves to savor the moment and each other," he heard his mother say, and then he was out again.
Himiko, Inko, and Twice enjoyed a lovely meal that night.
Study Date
"When you said study date," Himiko said, her face planted in the book on the table. "This isn't what I had in mind."
"I know Himi," she perked at hearing a nickname. "But if you want to go to class with me, you must catch up, or you will be confused. And then you will have to take remedial classes after school, and we won't be able to be together as much. Is that what you want?"
"No," Himiko pouted. "Did you call me Himi?"
"I did," he sounded slightly flustered, "Is that okay?"
Himiko nodded vigorously, "I love it," she beamed. "Okay, show me that problem again."
"If we get through everything we have on the list today, we can go to the room, and I will let you decide where I kiss you." Himiko lit up bright enough to power a city. With enthusiasm and determination, she was going to get her reward. News Flash: She won.
Aizawa
"Do you understand that I should expel you on a matter of principle," Aizawa said as he stared at Izuku.
"That seems a little harsh," Izuku responded.
"Well then, Problem Child, I feel you should explain how this all came about," Aizawa leaned back, rubbing his eyes.
"I deescalated the situation, just as I have been taught. I want to remind you that I received an A on that assignment," Izuku said. "And you let Professor Midnight teach us about using whatever tools are available."
"I believe you received a D on that portion, and when your attempt to seduce Mina ended with you fainting," Aizawa said as Izuku made a strangling noise. "Your version of de-escalating the situation was to seduce the villain that had just attacked us,"
"It was unintentional, if that makes it any better," Izuku finally said.
"No Problem Child. No, that makes it worse," Aizawa said. "Why did you bite her?"
"Because my arms weren't doing so well, and she had just stabbed me. It seemed like the best option at the time," he did his best to smile.
"So you bit her after she stabbed you, then you decided to kiss her in the middle of the forest? Do I have that right?" Aizawa leaned forward, and Izuku started to sweat.
"It kind of worked out in the end," Aizawa narrowed his gaze. "We got Bakugo back without hassle, without Twice coming to our side. Imagine what would have happened at Kamino." Aizawa glared at Izuku, "Not that I know what happened." Izuku began to look for an exit.
"You are fast, but not that fast," Aizawa said. Izuku took a deep breath.
"Well, Himiko cares about me. I managed to talk some people into going off on some hair-brained scheme to rescue Bakugo even though the heroes were on the case," Aizawa raised an eyebrow, making Izuku stop talking.
"Names!" Aizawa demanded.
Izuku gulped, "I don't remember."
"Names!"
"Look, they didn't do it," Izuku said, his voice calm and steady. I was offered a chance to go with them, but I said no and got them to wait. But I also knew that Himiko would deliver Bakugo. I talked them down."
Aizawa sighed to the heavens, "Detention!"
"What? Why?" Izuku said, My perfect record! He thought.
"For being a hormonally driven Problem Child. But since you kept your associates from doing something stupid, you only have to serve One hour. Sex Ed. With Midnight," Aizawa said.
He saw Izuku about to speak and then stopped. "That probably would be a good idea. Can I bring Himiko with me?"
"DAMN IT!" Aizawa yelled, and Izuku jolted in his seat. "Now I have to sit in on this to ensure Midnight doesn't decide that guided lessons are the best course of action."
"Guided lesson…" Izuku fainted.
