Uraraka slinked down the hallway after Midnight checked that everyone was in their dorms. It was nearing 1am and now officially Friday.

*Knock…knock…knock*

Midoriya heard the three slow knocks and opened his door. Ochaco smiled and pecked him on the cheek with a quick kiss. Izuku closed the door and locked it with a satisfying and telltale "click".

He took Uraraka's hand and led her to the bed, walking backwards. "Hi." He grinned, before kissing her deeply on her lips and pulling back.

She rested her forehead on his and repeated the greeting. "Hi."

They sat and she leaned back, effortlessly flopping. Midoriya laughed quietly, flopping after her. They turned onto their sides to face each other.

Ochaco bit her lip as she met her lover's eyes. Green. She felt so light- like she could dive right in them and swim with ease forever.

Izuku could feel himself growing downstairs. He was becoming erect- more than even before and soon it would be almost a little painful. He ached to touch her.

"Earth to Deku." Uraraka whispered in Midoriya's ear. He looked down to see that she had finished unbuttoning her silk pajama top and her breasts were exposed. She traced her fingers over the side of his face and now he was beginning to leak with pre-seminal fluid. He didn't it by any other name that pre-cum, but now he was realizing that he was looking like an airhead.

He grinned.

"What's funny?" Ochaco giggled.

"I have Mr. Aizawa screaming in my head, reminding me to ask for consent." Izuku answered.

She nodded, but remembered that that could be vague and she, too, remembered their sex ed course, so she spoke quietly in his ear, leaning closer that before. "I want you to touch me."

Midoriya could feel himself begin to blush, but hey- he wasn't going to get this offer every day.

"Guide my hand. I want to go at your pace." He said, honestly. He blinked, freezing for a second. "Is that weird to say?"

Ochaco giggled once more. "I think it's kinda hot."

"Really?" Izuku asked, voice cracking almost.

"Come find out." She said, rolling to her back and allowing him to straddle her.

She led his hand over her chest to find her nipples were hard, and then trailed down to the heat between her legs. He felt that she was smooth and between what felt like supple folds of skin: warm and… slippery?

"Girls get wet." Uraraka clued her boyfriend in.

"Guys kinda do too." Midoriya whispered, kissing her from above. This seemed to be news to her. He elaborated. "Like, when I'm at my hardest, I leak a little bit sometimes and when I stimulate my penis by masturbating, I ejaculate. If I don't finish, you know, it gets kinda achy down there."

"Are you there yet?" Ochaco asked.

Midoriya nodded. Then he realized. HE HAD NO CONDOM.

Uraraka put her fingertips together.

"Release." She whispered, and a foil packet fell and hit him on the head. It bounced off of his green mop and landed on the bed beside them.

"How?!—"

"Shhhhh…" Ochaco giggled. "It's been floating against the ceiling since I kissed you." She then looked serious. "But I could only get ONE off of Kaminari and Jiro, so we can't break it."

"Shouldn't one, in general, NEVER break a condom anyways?"

"I mean BEFORE we have sex- if you consent, of course." She smiled, slyly.

CONSENT?! MAAAAAAAN, HE WANTED TO FISTPUMP THE AIR!

Izuku grinned and shook his head. "Uravity, you're something else."

They undressed and this time, Ochaco knelt off the bed, with Midoriya's legs ajar, cock fully erect.

It took about a minute, but they checked the condom's expiration date and that it was the right way, before rolling it on.

Izuku worried that he would not last long. Once Uraraka was on the bed, and he was protected, he lined the head of his penis up against he shaved vagina and pushed gently, guiding with one hand. He slipped the tip in, and then thrust more in, slowly, making sure to check with Ochaco, who looked to be in pain. He leaned over her now that he didn't need to guide himself anymore, and placed his forearms on either side of her shoulders as he stood off the bed. He could tell she was uncomfortable.

"Are you okay to continue?" Izuku asked.

Uraraka nodded and dug her nails as little as possible into Midoriya's biceps. "I'm okay- just go in one push."

He did- all the way to the hilt, before he began to pump- slowly at first. They made an exhausting and astounding seven minutes.

It wasn't going to break any records, but at least Izuku knew that he wasn't a two-pump-chump. He pulled out and found a slight bit of blood on the end of the condom, as he rolled it off, halfway, before tugging it off and tying away the semen.

"Was it bad?" He asked. "The pop?"

Ochaco chuckled. "No, Deku. The pop was fine."

"I'm surprised." Midoriya said. "Don't girls masturbate?"

"I don't use toys." She explained. "Not much privacy in my house growing up, so I only masturbate in the shower, by stimulating the clit."

Izuku thought back to the diagrams of vaginas in school. Now what the hell was a clit?!

He let the thought go and crashed beside her, under the covers. She would have to leave in forty-two minutes, but until then, they had each other.

Kacchan, meanwhile, felt strangely secure in tabbed briefs- perhaps because he knew it was what Shoto, who was at a higher risk of leaks, wore. Bakugo preferred the pull-ups because they were thinner and looser, and all-around easier, but that night, feeling snug around his hips was close enough to feeling the safe embrace of a loved one that a miracle occurred: He stayed DRY.

"PLEASE, Mr. Aizawa!" He begged the next morning, as Eraserhead checked on his 'clinic boys'. Katsuki whined. "I stayed DRY!"

"Good." Shota replied, unable to tell the difference in something as thick as tabbed diapers. He added that. "But I can't tell." He set down his clipboard on the desk between the two boys.

"You've checked RUDLEY before!" Bakugo said, stripping off his tank top for a uniform shirt. He began to button it.

"You're right." Aizawa nearly laughed, remembering Katsuki's incensed reaction. Bakugo stood to go to the bathroom. Shota continued. "I'm proud of you- but—" He stopped Katsuki and pulled back the rear waistline.

"Is he really dry?!" Shoto groaned.

"Good boy, Bakugo." Aizawa praised, making Katsuki genuinely proud. "You get a star."

"Damnit." Todoroki cursed. Shoto had still YET to stay dry into a night.

"Language, Todoroki. Yes, Bakugo is really dry." The instructor said, walking over to the desk and drawing a star by today's date. "And you're really wiggly. Get some dry underwear on." Aizawa turned back. "Thirteen more days in a row and you get out of the clinic. That'll be the criteria for the two-week agreement."

Shoto pouted and walked past. "Fuck." He whispered, jealous.

WHAP!

Aizawa's clipboard landed across the padded seat of Shoto's pajama pants. He was wearing tabbed briefs and so he didn't feel it. Feeling as though the hole he was in was not big enough, Todoroki laughed at his spanking. "Didn't even feel it."

Shoto changed in the bathroom and threw out his diaper before pissing in the toilet with a poor attitude- mad that he couldn't piss, rather, meaning that he had, in fact, urinated JUST BEFORE waking up. He, too, could have been on track to get out of the clinic.

When he walked back out, Aizawa was ordering it to be Bakugo's turn to use the bathroom and telling the boy to take a shower. He locked eyes with Todoroki and Shoto realized that his attitude was about to be… adjusted.

When Katsuki came out from his shower, Todoroki was being spanked in his school uniform. It was rare to not get it on the bare, but then Bakugo pieced it together: Shoto had a rash. That's why he was wiggly and probably in a bad mood. Jealousy, as an added reason, did not occur to Katsuki.

He pulled the curtain shut all the way and dropped his towel before grabbing another diaper. It was annoying to be stuck in these damn things, but he knew it was temporary.

He also knew not to try his luck to get out of one because clearly Aizawa was not to be messed with now.