*Authors Note*
So I posted a new story the other day Borrowed Time, and when I went to do so I had to agree to the sites guidelines and it said that only things rated K are allowed and that it was possible for anything else to get deleted. Well I am going to keep writing as i have no idea how to censor it in away that would make the stories just dogshit. Everything here is also on AO3 same names, i have the same user name so if my stuff suddenly disappears you know what happened. I always post here first or at the same exact time, you all have been here since the start so I would never just bounce. I just want to let you know what is going on, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
With Inari in her arms, Momo walked back into the little apartment, blushing as she grabbed Inari's bath bag and pajamas.
"Momma red," Inari giggled. "Momma and Daddy kiss like the movie."
"We did, didn't we," Momo whispered.
"I love you, Momma," Inari said, nuzzling her shoulder. Momo's heart pounded against her chest from the memory of the kiss and those sweet words from the little girl on her shoulder.
"I love you too, Inair," she replied, kissing her head. "Now, how about a bath in the big baths?"
"BIG BATH YEAH!"
They made their way over to the baths; they weren't alone very long as Kyoka and Tsu joined them, happy to see the princess. They both froze when they heard, "No, Momma, no, wash my hair!"
"Yes, Inari, we are washing your hair today. See, I got you the princess shampoo." She said back.
"Princess Shampoo?" Inari said, looking at the bottle, and there were princesses on it. "Ok, Momma." The little girl settled down and consented to her hair being washed.
Tsu and Kyoka patiently waited until they were all soaking in the tub; Tsu was playing with Inair when Kyoka scooted next to Momo, "Momma? Did something happen that you want to share with the rest of us?" When she saw Momo blush and could hear her heart pounding, Kyoka knew something happened. "Something did happen? OMG, what happened? But first, do I need to help you hide a body? Cause I got your back, and I know where I can get my hands on shovels."
"No shovels are needed," Momo fidgeted, hiding her face with her hands; it caused Kyoka to laugh.
"She just started calling me it when she got home from daycare. She entered the building, wiggled free, and ran over, and it flew out her mouth. I thought it was a mistake, but then she repeated it, and when I tried to correct her, she sounded so heartbroken." Momo peeked through her fingers at Kyoka, who was smiling at her.
Tsu had come closer with Inari, "Inari, who is momma?" she asked the little girl.
Inari looked at Tsu, then Momo, and pointed, "Momma Two," she said proudly.
Tsu thought about it. "Two? Like two?" she said, holding up two fingers. Inari nodded. "Who is Momma one?"
"Momma one is in h-heaven; she watches me with grandma." The little girl said, a little sad.
Momo leaned towards Inari, "Are there any other Mommas?" Part of Momo wanted to her no, but she suspected there was at least one more, and as long as that added up, she would be okay. She was worried that all the girls would now be momma, though Inari had called Tsu by her name and Kyoka, Ko.
Inari nodded her head, "Itsu, Momma Itsu." The little girl said. Kyoka pointed to Tsu.
"Is Tsu Momma?" Inari shook her head. "Am I momma?" Inari shook her head again. "Is Itsu Momma?" Inari nodded. She looked at Momo, "Are you ok with that?"
"Yes," Momo replied, feeling relieved but curious about why the thought of sharing Inari was that she was okay with it as long as it was with Itsuka. While she was musing to herself, she heard it and froze.
"Inari, what happened today," Kyoka said with a sly smile.
"I go to school, then I come home, get kisses from Momma, then we watch Genie and eat, then we float, Momma and Daddy sing, then Momma and Daddy kiss." The little girl said it all so proudly, especially the last part. Tsu and Kyoka turned and looked at Momo, who was making a lovely impression of a tomato, once again hiding her face in her hands.
"Was it a kiss on the cheek?" Tsu asked. Inari shook her head, "Was it on the lips?"
Inari nodded her head, "It was like movies,"
"I think I should get out now," Momo said.
"Oh hell no," Kyoka said, "Inari, do you want to get out of the bath?"
"No, play more," she said. "Please, Momma?"
Momo glared at the smirking Kyoka and giggling Tsu, "That was so mean, Kyoka. Ok, we can play some more princess."
Tsu leaned forward, "I want the details!"
"Spill it, girl," Kyoka said. "What is this floating?"
Momo, still blushing, started describing what happened after dinner; when she finished, Tsu just fell back in the tub as she was floating. "I want that," she said.
"Kind of cheesy," Kyoka said, tapping her jacks together. Momo and Tsu looked at her with an "OH, Really!" Kyoka looked away quickly, "But I can dig it; I wouldn't pass that up."
Tsu asked, "What about Ochaco's date with him tomorrow?"
Momo frowned, "I don't like it. I don't want him to go, but we haven't talked about anything, and I need to figure out some things myself as well. I don't think Izuku feels that way about her, and he doesn't seem like the type to run around kissing girls, and if he is, then there is a lot I need to think about."
"But you are okay with her shooting her shot?" Kyoka said as she started playing with Inari.
"He isn't my boyfriend…yet," she said with a smile. "If he was, and she knew that, then I would have a problem," Momo said, her voice clear and confident.
"Yet?" Tsu said.
"Yet!" she responded.
-Goodnight-
Momo returned to the quarters with Inari in her arms. Izuku opened the door; he looked confused, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know what to do right now?"
"I don't either; perhaps we should leave it to Inari," Momo said, blushing slightly. "Should I come in to put you to bed?" Inari nodded.
Momo entered, carrying Inari to her room; when she laid Inari down, Inari held on to her hand and looked at her daddy to start singing.
Dreamland - Mary Chapin Carpenter
Sun goes down and says goodnight.
Pull your covers up real tight.
By your bed, we'll leave a light.
To guide you off to dreamland
Momo's eyes widened as he started; slowly, her voice joined his. Inari was smiling brightly.
Your pillows soft your bed is warm.
Your eyes are tired when day is done.
One more kiss and you'll be gone.
On your way to dreamland
Every sleepy boy and girl
In every bed around the world
Can hear the stars up in the sky
Whispering a lullaby
Who knows where you'll fly away
Winging passed the light of day.
The man in the moon and the milky way
Welcome you to Dreamland
Izuku was looking at her and then at his daughter. They both turned their attention to Inari, whose hand slipped from Momo as her eyes drooped.
Every sleepy boy and girl
In every bed around the world
Can hear the stars up in the sky
Whispering a lullaby
Who knows where you'll fly away
Winging passed the light of day.
The man in the moon and the milky way
Welcome you to Dreamland
Momo leaned down and kissed Inari gently. She moved towards the door, watching Izuku do the same. He turned and saw her standing at the door; his heart thumped against his chest. They stepped out together, so very close to each other.
"How did you know that song?" he asked.
"My mother would sing it to me, "she whispered. She tilted her head towards him, he slowly leaned in, and they kissed again. It was just as tender, but this time uninterrupted; slowly, their arms encircled each other. Pressed against each other, their kiss deepened; timidly, she opened her mouth to invite him. Gently, their tongues touched, and electricity coursed through them. This kiss continued at this deep, passionate pace, not frantic, not aggressive. When they finally broke apart, she placed a hand on his chest; when she felt his heart pounding underneath her fingertips, she smiled.
"Don't say anything right now," she said. "Just will you hold me for a little bit?"
Izuku wanted to say so much, ask questions, and kiss her again; he wanted so much, but he had learned long ago. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she slid hers around her waist. She pressed her head against his chest, listening to his heart thumping, the beating filling her ears in the quiet room. Gingerly, he rested his head atop hers; he closed his eyes, losing himself in the smell of her shampoo and lotion. Neither could say how long they stood there like that till he felt her grip loosen, and reluctantly she stepped back.
"We can talk about this later, I promise," she said. She leaned up and gently kissed his lips. "But for now, Goodnight, Izuku."
"Goodnight, Momo," he whispered. She smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before she moved away towards the door. When the door closed, he leaned back against the wall, Wow.
-Ochaco-
She stood before the mirror, changing her clothes yet again. Not that she had a lot of options, but she wanted to make sure she looked her best. Finally, she settled on her pink sundress with black flowers embroidered along the hem, with a pair of black sandals, applied what little makeup she owned, and stepped out into the hall. As she was waiting for the elevator, Tenya stepped in and smiled.
"You look very nice today, Ochaco," he said.
"Thank You, Ida. Any plans for your day off?" she replied.
"Yes, actually. I am meeting my parents for dinner later."
The elevator doors opened, and he nodded for her to step out first. "Have a nice visit with your family," she called, walking towards the common room. She smiled when she saw Izuku and Inari waiting. He wore a black button-down shirt and blue jeans, while Inari wore a light blue sun dress with her arch enemies on her feet.
"Hello, Ochaco, you look very lovely today. Are you ready?" Izuku said, smiling, shouldering a backpack.
"You look handsome, Izuku, and you look so pretty Inari," she said. The little girl smiled and offered Ochaco her hand to walk together. Izuku smiled and led them out the door; calls of having fun from Mina and Toru ushered them out the door.
-Itsuka and Momo-
Itsuka came downstairs to find Momo talking with Kinoko and Set; she smiled at her friends as she approached. "Well, I am ready to go when you are." She said.
Momo bowed to the other two girls, "It was a pleasure speaking with you; I hope we can do so again soon." With a friendly wave, she and Itsuka exited the building. "We just need to head to the front gate. I have a car waiting for us."
"I almost forget how rich you are," Itsuka said, "Almost. Wait, am I going to be able to afford this? I just realized where I go to get my hair done, and you do are very different places."
"Of course you will, as your money is no good with me," Momo said, smiling.
"Momo, I couldn't," Itsuka began to protest till Momo took her hand, and a little jolt ran between them.
"Please, Itsuka," Momo whined. "I never have had a best friend, and this is something that I have always wanted to do."
Itsuka looked at Momo's pleading eyes, "Fine, you win, but I get to buy lunch!" Itsuka sighed.
Momo smiled and pulled Itsuka into a hug before dragging her along. "You're the best Itsuka."
Itsuka was glad she didn't try to pay for the haircut or the manicure; there was no way she could have afforded it, but the experience was divine. The pampering, the service, the talent was beyond anything Itsuka could have imagined. As they were walking down the street to a local café, she noticed that she was getting some looks from those she passed. Of course, she had sent a photo to Izuku, and when he responded with a "Hubba, Hubba" and a gif of a wolf howling and pounding on a table, she laughed.
The stylist had trimmed and tamed Itsuka's wild hair, giving it a beautifully soft look that still showed Itsuka's charm and fit perfectly into her trademark side pony, though it was loose and flowing at the moment. Some precision highlights gave her hair a fiery appearance that Itsuka had to say she loved.
The day had just been fantastic; she and Momo bantered back and forth, talking about school, just everything. Itsuka found herself even playfully flirting with the heiress. It shocked her in many ways. She remembered talking with Suijin like this, but when Suijin would tease back, it didn't make her feel the way it did with Momo. She mentally sighed to herself, for the love of god was wrong with her. First, there was the barrel of a complication known as Izuku and that stupid kiss she gave him in the infirmary.
Now she was getting all giggly with Momo; when they entered the café, she didn't even realize they were sitting alone until she looked around. "Wonder why they sat us in the back like this?"
"I asked them too," Momo said, fidgeting slightly.
"Why?"
"I wanted to talk to you, and I wanted us to have some privacy," Momo responded, opening the menu.
"Is everything alright?" Itsuka said, reaching over and taking Momo's hand. "Do I need to punch someone? I am good at punching someone."
"Maybe," Momo said, smiling and squeezing Itsuka's hand before letting go. "What was your first kiss like?"
Oh, girl talk, she thought. "Honestly, not very special. I was dating this boy briefly, and we kissed, and it was very…underwhelming. Why?"
"I am curious," Momo said, not looking up from the menu. "Was that Ojiro?"
"No, Ojiro was my second boyfriend, and that was the same; we kissed, but it didn't excite me. I always thought it would be exciting or make you feel some way, but it never did. I thought it was just me, and I let it go on too long, and he got hurt." Itsuka said, looking at the menu. "You get your first kiss, or are you thinking about it."
"Both, actually," Momo said, smiling.
"Are you going to give me details?" Itsuka said, leaning forward.
"Yes, but I have some more questions first," Momo said, setting the menu down.
"Fine, but do you promise to tell me everything?" Itsuka said, finalizing her selection. "You ready to order?"
Momo nodded and hit the button to summon the waitress. After they placed their orders and received their drink, Momo started again. "Do you know where Izuku went today?"
"No," Itsuka replied with a shake of her head. "Where?"
"On a date, but I don't think he knows it's a date?" Momo said, paying close attention to Itsuka's reaction when she saw the sadness cross her friend's eyes. It all but confirmed her suspicions.
"How did that happen?" she said, trying not to be interested.
"He made a deal with Ochaco that after the battle trials, he would take her to go get Mochi after she agreed to his plan, allowing him to confront Ojiro. He promised Mochi, she suggested this weekend; he thinks that sounds like a good time to take Inari out as well." She said, shrugging.
"Does she like him?" Itsuka asked.
"Yes, she does," Momo responded, watching Itsuka closely. "He saved her during the exam, and she has had a crush on him since."
"Well, that's good," Itsuka said. "I guess if he is ready to move on." Her voice betrayed the ache her heart was feeling. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I just have one more question, and it is vital," Momo said, leaning forward and taking Itsuka's hand. Itsuka nodded as the mood changed. "How long have you been in love with Izuku?"
Itsuka froze; she started to deny it, but Momo stopped her. "Please, Itsuka, I need to know the truth?"
"Why? Why do you need to know that?" she replied, hints of anguish in her voice.
"Because I am in love with him," Momo said. Itsuka went to pull away, but Momo held her hand firm. "Are you in love with him?"
Itsuka didn't know what to do; a best friend and Izuku, was she already too late. "Since I met him when we were 12. Then I met Suijin and tried to convince myself that it would go away, but it just got worse; she found out and told me we could figure it out. We could still be friends. Is that what you are telling me?" Itsuka was almost frantic.
"Yes," Momo said, Itsuka was stunned. "I want to go find Izuku right now and tell Ochaco to stay away; if any other girl were out with him, I would do the same, all except…you."
"I..what?" Was all Itsuka could manage.
"I don't know much about love or anything. I want to make Izuku happy and die to protect Inari. But you do something to me, I don't understand, maybe it's because you are my best friend or maybe I don't know. I want to have a life with Izuku and Inari, and I want you with us; I can't explain it, but it won't be right if you are not there." Momo took a deep breath and sat back. "I kissed him last night; it wasn't planned, and it was everything I could dream of. I want you to find out if that is true for you."
"I can't…, I don't…oh sweet baby Jesus." She said, putting her head in her hands. "Momo…."
"Itsuka, could you be happy being with Izuku, Inari, and me?" Momo said, staring into Itsuka's eyes. "Like I said, I don't know what is happening between us, but I know I want you with me. I know I am okay with kissing him if I see you kissing him."
"You are crazy," Itsuka said. "You are fucking insane…thank you. I have to find out; I need to know."
-Izuku and Ochaco-
Ochaco looked at the luxury SUV with wonder; it was the fanciest car she had ever been in. "Holy Cow, Izuku, how did you afford this?"
Izuku blushed, which made Ochaco immediately regret her statement, "I didn't actually; my mentor bought it for me. I protested, but when he showed me all the safety features and awards, I couldn't say no well because of Inari."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," she said. Way to start things off with my foot in my mouth. She thought.
"It's okay, Ochaco; thank you for coming out with us today," he said, smiling immediately, banishing her negative thoughts. "We don't know each other that well, and you seem nice; I hope we can be friends."
Only friends? She felt a little let down by the thought, but then she heard Inari behind her asking for music and realized even more that he was a father and had to keep his daughter in mind before everything else. They had only been in school for a week while she may be crushing on him; even if he thought she was cute, he had to take it slow.
"Thank you for inviting me and for the mochi," she said, smiling.
"I would dare forget about the Mochi," he said with a light laugh. "Thanks for having my back at the trials; it meant a lot to me."
She smiled brightly as they headed to Hinshitsu Outdoor Shopping Plaza. She was a little nervous when he told her where they would be going, being a girl of limited budget, but she was pleased when she looked online and saw the reviews for how good of deals they offered.
When they arrived, Ochaco was feeling excited. It was an outdoor shopping mall, and it was decently busy but not too bad; when Izuku loaded Inari into her stroller and they started walking side by side, she caught a glimpse of them in a reflection and mused how they looked as a couple. Then, she began noticing looks from other patrons, making her uncomfortable, like she was out of place. She paused to look at herself in a reflection, ensuring something wasn't woefully wrong.
"You look fine," he said, suddenly pulling her back to reality. "Very pretty, it's Inari and I," he continued. "At first, they are curious, wondering if she is my sister, but then they realize that she is my daughter, and with you by our side, it is obvious that you are not her mother. Society doesn't look fondly at this situation. If you want to do your shopping on your own, we can meet up later?"
"Hell No!" Ochaco said. "I came to hang out with you and Inari. I don't care if people stare; I need to get used to it. When I go pro, my costume is a little tight," she said with a giggle.
Izuku smiled, "But it looks good, and Thanks for understanding Ochaco."
It took her a bit, but soon, she could block it out; they did some clothes shopping for Inari. Ochaco found a fantastic store where she could purchase a few pairs of jeans and new shirts for a great price. She thought the jeans might be tight when she asked Izuku for his opinion, and he said Amazing, it sealed the purchase.
The most fun was when they spied a carousel in the center, and all went on together. Inari wanted to ride again, and this time, Ochaco took her by herself and even got the girl to sit in the rocket with her; Inari's laughs made it all better.
Izuku walked over to a drink stand, getting some apple juice for his princess and water for him and Ochaco. As he walked back, he found a spot where he could see the girls, and they would wave as they went around.
"Is that your little sister?" a voice said beside him. Izuku turned and looked; it was a woman, probably in her thirties, with black hair and eyes, rather curvy.
"No, that's my daughter and a classmate." He responded.
"Oh, your daughter, so young." She said; her voice carried a hint of chastisement, but it had more of a teasing tone. "Where is the little one's mother?"
"She is no longer with us," he said. It was standard questioning he would receive when someone would start this normal line of conversation.
"Sorry to hear that," she said. "It must be hard to raise one so young on your own; how do you do it?"
"I have a good support network and some people I trust to have my back," he replied. "But it is hard; there are things I am unsure of how to teach her, so I read many books and such."
"Do you think about what kind of quirk she may have?"
"No, not really," he said.
"But what if it is something," she leaned in and whispered. "Bad like a villain's quirk or a blood quirk."
A villain's quirk? Oh, lady, if you only knew how un-ironic that question really is. "I wouldn't care; I would get her any support she needed to be happy. Quirks are not evil; the person and what they do with it make them villainous."
"Do you truly believe that?" the woman asked. "OR are you just lying?"
"That is very rude," Izuku replied. "But to answer your question, nothing matters more than my daughter's happiness, blood quirk, no quirk, the most amazing quirk in the history of quirks; as long as she was happy, it wouldn't matter."
"I apologize that was rude; the ride is ending. I hope you have a good day," she said as she walked away. "Tootles," the woman said as she melted into the crowd.
Izuku didn't have much time to think about it as Ochaco returned with Inari; he noticed that Inari had a rocket ship balloon that she most definitely didn't have before. Ochaco blushed, "She pointed to it and wanted it; I hope you are ok that I got it for her."
"That is fine," he said smiling, "I would have done the same thing, but I am a sucker like that."
"She is very persuasive," Ochaco agreed.
"Inh," Inari said, mimicking Stitch, making Izuku laugh.
"How about we break for some food then? After there is a bookstore I want to go by, we can go get Mochi."
"You had me at Mochi," Ochaco said.
It was everything Ochaco could hope for; he was pleasant and paid for lunch despite her protests. He focused on her and Inari, even when more appealing girls walked by. She saw him buy some parenting books at the bookstore, and then he picked out coloring books for Inari. Ochaco found a new book in a space opera series she was reading. The mochi shop was great, and true to his word, he bought her a whole box to take home while they sat and ate some in the shop. The only thing was that he didn't look at her that way; she could see it.
Once they returned home and separated, she sat in her room for a few minutes before changing her clothes. It had been a nice day, fun, and everything had been right, but she just knew there was someone else.
-Someone Else-
Sitting on the bench outside his apartment, he heard his name being called; he saw Itsuka come around the corner. She was still in her outfit from going out with Momo; she gave him a little twirl. Her black skirt flared out perfectly, the final rays of sunlight catching her hair. "You look amazing, Itsuka. No Momo?"
"She said that she was going to head to her room; she said she was tired. What about you? How was your day?" she said, walking over.
"It was nice. got everything I wanted to get, got to know Ochaco better." He said.
Itsuka looked around, "Where is Inari? Kind of early for her to be in bed?"
"She didn't get her nap today, and it was a long day for her; after dinner, she didn't even make it 20 minutes into her movie before putting her head on my lap and falling asleep." He responded, pointing to the open window.
"So you got to know Ochaco better, huh?" Itsuka said, wiggling her eyebrows. All the while, inside, she prayed that it wasn't what she was implying.
"Oh, baby, it was only because you left me so lonely," he said with a smirk. "Are you hungry?"
"I could eat," she said, following him inside. "So, anything interesting happen?"
"Today, no, not really." He said, going to the kitchen to fix her a plate. "Something did happen yesterday, though."
"Do you want to talk about it?" she said, sitting at the table.
"Can I ask you a hypothetical question?" he said, heating the food.
"Really?" she said, rolling her eyes, "Sure."
"If you kissed your friend, and it made you feel a certain way, then they didn't want to talk about it, but you ended up kissing again; what would you do?" he said, leaning against the counter.
"Hypothetically?" he nodded. "It would be complicated; I wouldn't know to push forward or pull away if it was me; I would probably push forward as no kiss has ever made me feel that way."
He set the plate of food in front of her, "Would you feel guilty?"
"Guilty?" she said, taking a bite of food.
"Ok, say you and I kissed; it was all intense and made us feel stuff," he said. I dream of that almost daily, you idiot. She nodded. "You are my best friend; I couldn't lose you; I need you with me." Don't say that; please don't say that. "Inari, you are the most important people in my life. Would we be betraying Suijin?"
That forced her mind to stop. "I don't know," she said softly. "I know Suijin would want us to be happy, and if she was gone, why wouldn't she want us to be happy together?"
"If I move on romantically, am I betraying her?"
"That you have to answer for yourself," she said. "As long as whomever you move on has your and Inari's best interests at heart. Then no, I don't think so; she wouldn't want you to be lonely or Inari not to have a mother. As long as you don't cut Suijin out of Inari's story, I think all that would matter is your two's happiness."
She continued to eat her dinner, "Do you like my hair?"
"You look beautiful, Itsu. I have always liked your hair, but now it is fiery." He stared at her warmly with a gentle smile on his face. He reached out and squeezed her hand.
Don't do that, Izu, don't look at me like that, with beautiful green eyes. Please don't call me Itsu. Why does your hand feel so warm? I don't know if I can take it. I may do something I regret, something that I can't walk back.
He took her empty plate and walked over to the sink. He couldn't see how she looked at him; a deep longing look found its way into her eyes. "I hope you find someone who kisses you and gives you that feeling, Itsu; I want you to be happy." He said, washing the plate.
I am only happy when I dream. When I dream, I dream of you and Inari. I have never kissed you, but all the other kisses are compared to some fantasy in my head. It is because I want to give myself to you, hold you, wake up with you, stand in the doorway, and watch you sing Inari to sleep." Itsuka thought.
"I do, too," she said in almost a whisper.
He turned and caught her looking at him; her eyes were different than he had ever seen. She almost appeared to be in pain. Izuku walked around the table and lowered his face to meet hers. He could see tears in the corner of her eyes. He reached out with his other hand and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "Talk to me, Itsu." He whispered.
Oh, fuck am I crying. Please don't touch me like that. Why did you have to whisper it? Please kiss me, kiss me right now. If you do it first, I can walk it back if needed. If I do it, then I don't think I can. Please, Izuku, kiss me. I need to fucking know, I can take this anymore, my heart can't take it. I can be a silly fantasy; I can be a lie I told myself, but I need to know.
Izuku stared deeply into Itsuka's eyes, eyes he had beheld countless times before. He thought about kissing her; it wasn't the first time he had always pushed those thoughts away. When he was with Suijin, he had even thought about, until coming to university, only two women were his fantasy: Suijin and Itsuka.
Adult Scene Incoming
She reached out and grabbed his shirt, tears leaking down her face. "Please," she whispered. "I need to know, please, Izuku, kiss me." Her heart was about to explode or break; it couldn't decide a course of action. She had danced along that line so much, and now she had crossed. She had to know. If she were silent, she would watch him walk away with Momo and be out of reach for the rest of her life. She had already endured that once and was not keen on bearing that again.
They leaned closer, her eyes closed, and the whispered please escaped her lips. He closed the distance, their lips meeting.
It wasn't electric. It was a raging inferno; Itsuka's mind went blank, and her arms immediately went around his neck, her hands grabbing his hair. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in deep. They kissed in a near frenzy, their tongues exploring each other's mouth, desperately, hungrily. They didn't even know they had risen to their feet, stumbling across the room till they fell on the couch.
One of his hands traced up her back to the back of her head; when she felt him grab her hair, she moaned. He pulled her head to the side and began to attack her neck; she begged him not to stop as she writhed against him. She felt his erection pressing against her, and she moved her legs to straddle him, grinding down on him with near desperation. He could feel her wetness, his hips rising to meet her.
She freed her arms and, reaching down, started to undo his pants; once loose, she reached down and grabbed his stiff cock; his eyes shot open sitting up, and she whimpered as it slipped out of reach. He grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it open, buttons flying all over the room. She reached down and mimicked his action, stripping her out of her shirt. Her bra flew, and as his mouth found her breasts, she ground down against his crotch more. Urgently, she freed him from his underwear. She screamed his name, feeling him so close to her entrance that he bucked his hips up in pleasure. He rolled her onto her back; his hand snaked between her legs and swiftly tore her soaked black g-string away.
He just kissed down her stomach; she opened her legs as he dived into her sex. His tongue danced along her clit; she grabbed his hair and ground her sex against his face; when he slipped a finger inside her, it wasn't long until she exploded all over his face. Her screams echoing in the room, she pulled up, tasting herself on his lips; she could feel his member against her sex, her dripping sex. She reached down to line him up when Inari's cry shattered the illusion, bringing reality crashing down around them. Their eyes wide as they stared at each other for a moment. He scrambled to his feet, putting himself away before dashing towards the room.
Itsuka lay on the couch, stunned, shocked, happy, confused. It has been more than anything her fantasies had laid before her; it was more than the kiss in the infirmary. As her senses returned, she realized her state: shirt torn, bra somewhere, panties gone. She dashed to his room and grabbed the first shirt she could find. She could hear Inari calming down. She didn't know what to do or what to say or do. She didn't know whether to run or to wait. There was no going back; that line had been broken and scattered to the wind.
As she heard Inari's crying stop, she peeked into the room and saw him putting her back to sleep. She moved across the room, and they just stared at each other when he walked out. "Itsu…"
"Shut up, Izuku," she said quickly. "Stay over there, please. If you come too close, I don't know. I need to think, I love you; I have always loved you. Just give me to tomorrow; I need to calm down. We all need to talk tomorrow: you, Momo, and I. I know you kissed her, and I know this just made shit very complicated. Can you give me that? Just till tomorrow, I swear."
"Tomorrow," was all he could say. She darted out the back door and off into the night. Izuku didn't know what to do; he had kissed Momo, now he had kissed Itsuka and much more. They were about to…. He needed help. He grabbed his phone.
"Dad, I have a problem."