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

A/N: Anyone else enamored with the low tones of Justin Briner's Deku? Boy was I! I LOVE to hear different VA's stretch their range and damn was I impressed. I mean, I adore Deku's English VA regardless of whatever tone he's taking or character he's voicing, but I was impressed. Plus gearshift in action vs the manga did not disappoint!

Thirty-Eight

Two's Company, Three's a Crowd, What Does That Make? Six?

Izuku floated in the air, still a relatively awkward process but one he was slowly gaining more comfort with. His ability to adapt to the weightless state he felt was in part to Uraraka's presence, who floated in the air beside him, smiling broadly.

He'd been experimenting with air force to try to propel himself which made movement a bit easier, though he really needed to learn to control where he went after propelling himself forward or backwards. All Might had suggested using black whip as well which made things all the more confusing. Utilizing air force and black whip while also trying to learn to control his body in the air was quite a lot to contend with…but it was necessary. Whenever the Seventh's quirk activated within him, he needed to be ready to react and use it on a whim. This was the best way he could train for that. That was need to know information though, and at least right now Uraraka, Sero, and Asui didn't need to know that detail.

When All Might had first suggested that they utilize Sero, Asui, and Uraraka with his black whip training, well Bakugo had been skeptical about it but Deku thought it was a great idea! Sero and Asui basically had different versions of black whip themselves! Uraraka with her cables sort of had something similar to his black whip but really, she was imperative to his learning when trying to prepare for the activation of float.

Of course, having Mr. Aizawa there also would've been great but he'd been rather occupied as of late. For the last two days he'd not been present for their homeroom and had been absent from the sex ed lessons too. All Might had stepped in for him as a temporary homeroom teacher and a heavily blushing background presence during the last two days of their sex ed unit. Who knew that the great and powerful All Might was a blushing boy when it came to the awkward subject of adolescent sexual education!

Speaking of the last two days, it'd really all passed in a blur. Since his steamy night with Uraraka on Monday, they'd not really had much time to spend with one another. There'd been the brief shared glances and rosy cheeks, but not much more time to be together. It was something that Izuku both missed and was honestly a little grateful for; he missed it because just being with Uraraka was nice and exploring those feelings and what they meant was new and different; he was grateful because when they'd last been alone together it had moved so fast that it easily could've gotten to some place like second base and he wasn't ready for that! He'd hardly realized that the simple relatively innocent act of kissing could so easily evolve into making out, which was most definitely what they'd been doing.

It had all been so foreign and unfamiliar and yet somehow natural. Uraraka had been the one to really move things forward but once that had happened, the memory of her pushing into him and the whisper of her tongue on his lips, well, suffice to say that some sort of hormonal urge or perhaps primal instinct had taken over. He'd been kissing her back—with tongue! And his hands had roamed all over her, well not all over her, but over a lot of her. He'd felt along the softness of her belly—something he'd fantasized of for weeks now—run his hands over along her backside, tickled the inside of her thighs which had made Uraraka gasp and moan. He'd never heard her make that sound before! It was like something out of the most erotic dirty film he'd ever seen, but better because it was real and because it was her. The sound was exquisite and made his mouth water and his fingers sweat with anticipation. He wanted to explore more.

He'd been fueled by the sound she'd made—the sexiest sound he'd ever heard in his entire life—so his hands had wandered and boldly crossed under her sweater once more and had the great fortune of touching one of her perfect breasts under the sweater! He had hesitated here, not sure if he was brave enough to actually cop a feel but then she'd surprised him by lowering onto him, and straddling him, her pelvis smashing against his and what was most definitely a raging hard on.

Without intending to, he'd let out a completely foreign sound and had practically exhaled it into her mouth. However, even the embarrassment of that wasn't enough to quench the thirst he was swiftly being consumed by. Uraraka had started touching him then, under his shirt and oh how that had nearly done him in. The feel of her fingertips brushing over his stomach leaving little trails of desire in their wake, was exquisite and not like anything he'd ever felt before. She'd run a teasing finger along and under his bellybutton before slipping just the tip of her fingernail under the waistband to his pants.

I need to feel more of her and I need to feel it now, an inner voice had practically screamed from within. A moment later and one of his hands wasn't under her shirt anymore, but grabbing onto her jaw, securing her even closer, deepening a kiss. The hand that remained under her sweater became brazen and dipped entirely into the cup, fondling, tickling, and touching before bravely brushing over her nipple.

Holy mother of God that's her nipple, I think I might die from bliss. What would it feel like if I pinched it between my fingers? Scratch that, what would it feel like in my mouth? He had felt like a starving man being offered a meal of ambrosia. The throbbing tent he was pitching was really starting to threaten to erupt if this level of stimulation kept up. Get it together Izuku! Don't make a mess of your pants, that'd be awkward…oh but who really cares? This just feels so great and she's like a goddess that I'm getting to touch and to kiss and to just be with , he'd thought to himself carelessly, teetering on the edge of a full blown orgasm. Adding insult to injury, Uraraka started grinding her core very erotically against him.

She's grinding her crotch right against my embarrassing boner….wait, isn't that like a thing girls do when they're turned on? I'm pretty sure, yeah. Sounds right. Friction and all and stimulating the clitoris, interesting, he'd thought to himself innocently before having to do a mental record scratch at the possibility that Uraraka grinding her pelvis into his might mean that she was nearly as far gone as he was. Really? Is she really into this? Her breathing is so fast and she feels so warm. Wait…would she be wet if I touched her down there? Would…would she like that? Would I? HELL YEAH! Wait, wait, I don't know, touching down there is very different than touching myself, girls are much more complicated…but maybe if I could just touch to tell, to investigate to actually really feel if she was as excited as me, he'd thought to himself with both anxiety and anticipation. Izuku's mind turning inward had at least slowed the risk of imminently ruining his underwear, but the tantalizing possibility of touching Uraraka down there made that short lived. He really wanted to touch down under her gym shorts; would she let him? Was that okay?

Izuku had decided that he had to continue and had lined her neck and jawline with kisses before boldly beginning his descent lower. His hand left her jaw and trailed sparks down along her shoulders and side, dipping down to her deliciously smooth belly before settling on the waistband of her shorts. His index fingers and middle finger gently slipped past the band. Oh my gosh, it's about to happen. Just a little bit lower and I'll be at her panties. If she's wet then I don't know that I can hold out. Knowing I made her that way? I won't be able to not ruin my pants, he'd thought to himself in a giddy inner voice. In fact, he would've made a mess then and there without having even made it to her underwear but Uraraka had stiffened and halted all movement seemingly because of his wandering hand and the hovering on the edge of his orgasm was eclipsed by a sudden worry that he'd moved too quickly, hurt, or scared her.

While he'd been still super horny, his concern for her was far greater. Seeing her scuttle away from him like a frightened animal, inadvertently making him float, and hide her face in shame had made his heart ache in ways he'd never felt before. Oh no! Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt her? Was she not nearly as excited? I must've gone too fast or done something bad, he'd thought to himself in a panic.

But it turned out that it was okay and that she was just embarrassed by the rapid acceleration from shy kissing to full on making out. He could understand that. He was a more than a little surprised at how far things had gotten too and how far gone his own thoughts had been. It had all just moved so quickly, in a good way, but just a little faster than either of them was comfortable with.

After that night, they'd been swept up in their classes and the newest and awkward turn of their sex ed unit—discussion of secondary sex characteristics and the onset of puberty in biologically born men and women. To make matters more awkward on that front, Miss Midnight was for whatever reason, the designated individual who taught this portion of the unit. It somehow seemed highly inappropriate for the ever sultry Midnight to be sashaying up and down their desks, whip in hand and clad in that skintight catsuit, talking about breast development, body and pubic hair growth, wet dreams, random erection, masturbation, and the onset of menarche.

Somehow having her discuss something as awkward and uncomfortable as puberty made an already unpleasant subject ten times worse. While she'd not made them pair up for awkward presentations and projects, she'd been relentless in randomly selecting students to answer questions. When one of her randomly selected victims failed to answer correctly or in a timely manner, she'd make a show of leaning over the students desk or sitting on it and slapping her whip into one of her hands before she'd whisper—loudly for whispering—"Time's up" or "That is incorrect" followed by "Try harder next time."

That little display alone had been enough to make most of the class beyond anxious and desperate to supply the correct answers in a timely fashion. Everyone except Mineta, of course. Midnight had truly played the little lecher like a fiddle and had called on him only once the first day she taught and completely ignored him the second day but had made a show of pointing in his direction only to call out to Midoriya, Bakugo, Hagakure, or Yaoyorozu. She had literally called on every one of them except Mineta. Today however, Midnight's last day covering her portion of the sex ed unit, she'd either taken pity on or had decided to humor the diminutive boy and had called on him a handful of times. Of course, Mineta had gotten every question she'd asked him wrong or had intentionally taken too long to answer. None of that was really a surprise, though.

With their classwork and work studies, both Uraraka and Izuku just hadn't had much time for each other. They'd exchanged some text messages here and there but apart from that, this little training session which included her, was the only other time that Deku had been able to spend any time with her. He was grateful for that, though admittedly, he might like it more if it was just them instead of All Might, Kacchan, Asui, and Sero. Still, it was great to be training and with all of them! While he was excited to have some time with Uraraka he was also just excited to be getting to do some hero training with all of them instead of just Kacchan.

"There you go Deku! Try to grab onto that wall with black whip and use it like a pully!" Uraraka called out from Deku's side, also hovering in the air.

"Great idea Uraraka! Just like this Midoriya!" Exclaimed Sero as a line of his tape suddenly shot into the free air toward the wall and once it'd stuck, he pulled himself toward it. While he hadn't been made weightless, he was still able to propel himself up and to where his cellophane like tape had adhered.

"Okay!" Deku replied and pointed his arm toward the wall opposite him, not too far from where Sero hung, precariously perched like a repelling mountain climber. He felt the dark power of black whip tingle with anticipation at being used, the power ready to be unfurled at a moment's notice. Focusing on his outstretched arm and the opposite wall, one of those dark tendrils suddenly shot out with lightning speed and toward the wall. The force with which it erupted from him sent him careening backwards. The weightless state made the recoil of black whip a bit more than he was prepared for. The single obsidian like tendril started to branch off multiple times, latching onto the ceiling as well as the wall.

"Oof! Almost Deku!" Shouted an encouraging Uraraka.

"Ribbit, seems like black whip has a mind of its own!" Observed Asui who was currently watching the display from the ground. She leapt deftly from her standing position and onto the wall where she stayed, her tongue protruding from her mouth making her look all the more like a frog that was wall walking.

Deku hung awkwardly, suspended by a black whip tendril hanging from the ceiling and three whisps of dark energy from the side wall. The three lines of dark energy were spotty, not well controlled and likely to dissipate very soon.

"Give it another go Midoriya!" Suggested Sero as he lowered himself to the ground via his tape.

"Come on Deku! You've got this!" Came the ever-encouraging voice of Uraraka. Deku looked over toward her to where she still floated and took in her rosy cheeks, smiling face, hair done up all cute and felt a surge of desire wash over him followed by a sting of embarrassment.

Must not think those things! Izuku thought to himself in a panic and released his control on black whip, the dark energy immediately dissolving. He still floated haphazardly and took a moment to right himself using the barest amount of air force possible. Okay, I can do this. I've gotten a lot better with black whip. I can do this while weightless. I have to!

Once again Izuku extended his right arm and prepared to unleash black whip on the wall opposite him. This time he'd do it right! But before he could even get his arm fully extended there was the sound of an explosion and the smell of smoke and the harsh voice of Kacchan. Deku turned his head in the direction of the voice and saw that Kacchan had now re-joined them, having taken a little break earlier to sit with All Might. He'd been so focused on what Asui, Sero, and Uraraka were teaching him and trying to control black whip as he was weightless that he'd totally forgotten that Kacchan and his explosions had been absent for a little while.

"Time to add some incentive!" Kacchan shouted, his hands thrust behind him, explosions rapidly firing off, pushing him forward at alarming speeds. In the blink of an eye Kacchan had propelled himself into the open space between Deku and Uraraka. Once in that empty air between them, he twisted midair and using a powerful leg thrust as well as a well time explosion he practically corkscrewed his way toward the floating Uraraka.

"Wha—" Deku started as he realized that Bakugo was about to impact with Uraraka.

"Snatch her back before I grab her or if you're too slow, take me down after I've nabbed her," Bakugo commanded and continued his collision course toward the floating girl.

"Hey I didn't agree to that!" Shouted an annoyed Uraraka who thrust her hands outward, clearly planning to touch Bakugo and render him weightless giving her some wiggle room to avoid him. Bakugo however, had anticipated this, and deftly snatched up both her wrists in one hand effectively pinning her hands together, while using his momentum to leverage her over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. With one hand still free, Bakugo expertly fired off an explosion to direct him further away from the still very surprised Deku.

"Too slow Deku!" He called over his shoulder menacingly.

"Quick! Bakugo—the villain—is going to get away with her!" Sero called out dramatically. Clearly, he decided to run with this scenario.

His momentary shock over, Izuku used a wave of air force to push him forward to close more of the gap between them, but just as the space grew smaller another explosion from Bakugo put more distance between them. To add insult to injury, as Kacchan lobbed off a blast to change his position, he'd also tossed in a smaller one that somehow detonated close enough to Deku that its blast caused enough force to push him even further back. Now he was spinning head over heels, the weightless state more of a hinderance than anything else.

No. I'm going to catch up to them, I'm going to get Uraraka back , a defiant voice fiercely whispered. Three tendrils of black whip erupted from Izuku's right hand, one latching onto the ceiling, one to the floor, and the last one onto the nearest wall. The three lines of power immediately stabilized his spinning and after taking a split second to get his bearings, Deku released the line of energy that connected him to the wall and with a flick of his fingers imbued with OFA, he propelled himself backwards, pulling tightly against the two tendrils of black whip that were still engaged.

A quick glance in the direction of his friend and Uraraka told him that if he used the combined power of air force and black whip like a slingshot, he could shoot himself in that direction at speeds that even Kacchan would have difficulty anticipating or countering. For a split-second time seemed to slow as the lines of black whip grew fuzzy and the energies' ability to hold him began to wane as the blast of air force continued to push him backwards. Just as black whip was about to fizzle out, Deku released his hold on the power entirely and not unlike a jet propelled slingshot, shot across the distance that Kacchan had managed to put between them.

"Fast!" Shouted Asui from somewhere below him.

"Try to keep it under control young Midoriya!" Called All Might, also somewhere beneath him.

Deku was hurled ever closer to Bakugo and Uraraka, his right hand shooting out from his speeding form, unleashing a tentacle like arm of black whip that moved faster than the eye could see and wrapped itself firmly around Bakugo's midsection. A smaller, fuzzier tendril broke off from the main branch and coiled itself around Bakugo's free hand, briefly halting his ability to lob off explosions.

Still moving at high speeds, Deku was swiftly approaching one of the walls of the gym and while he'd managed to capture Bakugo and by extension Uraraka, the fact remained that he was about to slam into the wall. Even if Uraraka made him weighted, at this point it wouldn't stop the fact that the momentum he'd created by essentially turning himself into a slingshot, was too much and hitting the wall was an inevitability. With his free hand a few more wispy strands of black whip shot out and loosely adhered themselves to the ceiling and the floor but his control over them was limited since his primary focus was on the tendril holding onto Kacchan and Uraraka.

Okay, so I managed to catch them but yeah, I'm about to slam into the wall, he thought to himself nervously when suddenly something warm and wet curled around his middle and pulled him down and in opposite direction. This slowed him down enough that he was no longer in jeopardy of hitting the wall and in fact was now being tugged backward, toward Asui. Realizing that it was her tongue he was feeling, he felt both relieved and slightly embarrassed. It was best not to think too much about Asui using her tongue like he used black whip since it was, well, it was still her tongue.

Bakugo and Uraraka were also in tow since both were still tethered to Deku via black whip but his control over it was waning which meant the hand not holding Uraraka's wrists together broke free of its restraint. There was a loud popping and crackling as an explosion was suddenly hurled into Deku's unexpecting face. After some shuffling and yelling—Izuku wasn't honestly sure who was shouting, he was still reeling from the explosion to the face—he found himself now on the ground, Asui perched by his side. Uraraka must have released her quirk's hold on him at some point considering he wasn't floating back into the air. Bakugo was also on the ground now, still fireman carrying Uraraka who was red faced with anger or perhaps strain. One of his hands still kept her wrists and hands restrained, but the other hand was now draped over her legs in a proud manner as if she were a boar he'd just killed and was showing off.

"It doesn't count if Deku gets outside help! And I got free so he and you both lose," Kacchan practically shouted not in anger but rather with satisfaction. He seemed particularly pleased with himself for freeing his hand and managing to explode Deku's face and hair. Not to mention the way he carried Uraraka made it look like he was coming back with the spoils of some war proudly slung over his shoulder. "I get the goods and I get away." As if to punctuate his self-proclaimed status as winner, his hand that had been casually resting on Uraraka's leg moved up to her thigh to loudly smacked it.

"Ouch!" Screeched a now very angry Uraraka. Either Kacchan's grip had loosened or she'd mustered rage induced strength and ripped her hands and wrists free from Bakugo's restraining hold and careened forward disrupting the distribution of weight over Bakugo's shoulders. When she'd released Deku from her quirk's hold, she must have also released herself as well since she appeared to now be wildly falling forwards.

Bakugo began to lose control of his center of gravity due to the shift and struggled to regain his hold on her. The shift was too much and Uraraka continued to slide down and off Bakugo; tumbling toward the ground she abruptly reached out as if to grab hold of him to help break her fall. There was the faintest blush of pink light as Uraraka's fingers brushed along Bakugo's arm, not in an attempt to break her fall but to simply make contact with his skin.

"Hey! Knock it off! Release me! I won fair and square!" Snapped Bakugo who had started to float.

Deku watched as Bakugo became airborne and Uraraka continued to tumble toward the ground. He was about to surge forward to try to catch her but stopped midmotion when he saw one of Uraraka's legs make contact with Kacchan's chest as she fell, kicking him backwards. Thanks to zero gravity, he went much farther than he would've had he not been under the effects of her quirk.

Asui's lightning fast tongue shot out a second later to try and snatch Uraraka up before she could hit the ground. At the same time, Izuku did surge forward this time to try and catch her. He was a second too later however, and instead got knocked backwards onto his back with Uraraka somehow managing to land on top of him following the momentum of Asui's rescue attempt with her tongue.

Dazed, Deku took a moment to get his bearings before he realized that not only had Uraraka fallen on top of him, she'd somehow managed to fall crotch first onto his face. He felt an instant blush color his face as he looked up from between her legs to see her intensely blushing face staring down at him.

"Oh!" Uraraka squeaked as she stared at him, mortified.

"Eeek!" Yipped Izuku. He was acutely aware of his placement between her legs which would be a most sacred and sought after position under other circumstances—wait, don't think that! Anything but that! That thought alone was enough to send his imagination into pound town and cause his pants to suddenly feel like they were getting tight. Not here! Not now!

"Wow you two certainly managed to get into an awkward position," came Sero's playful voice which suddenly spurred the immobile Uraraka into shuffling off of Deku's face. "Haha, how'd you even manage that?"

Now that he was freed from that most intimate of positions, Deku looked over toward Sero who was standing nearby tugging a floating Bakugo who was wrapped in his cellophane along with him. Sero had managed to wrap most all of Bakugo in tape except for his eyes which were narrowed in tiny murderous slits. He looked like he might be literally about to explode.

"Ribbit, sorry Ochako and Deku! I tried to grab her before she fell and you lunged forward and well, ribbit, our wires got crossed," apologized Asui hopping into view at Deku's other side. Somewhere behind them, Izuku thought he heard All Might chortling away with laughter.

"It's okay Tsu! It happens," Uraraka said with a forced smile, her face still a deep shade of red.

The floating taped boy beside Sero suddenly erupted from his bindings in a fiery explosion. Sero nervously leapt away tripping over both Uraraka and Deku in his desperation to get away from the detonating bomb behind him.

"I won fair and square! All Might can confirm! And you!" Bakugo pointed furiously at Uraraka and glared at her. "Release me!"

Izuku looked toward Uraraka who hastily released Bakugo who barely had his feet touch the ground before he lunged at Sero. Sero gave a yelp and started to stumble away from the clearly enraged Bakugo.

"GET BACK HERE SOY SAUCE FACE! I'VE GOT AN EXPLOSION WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!"

"Bakugo calm down!" Asui chided and started hopping after the ashen blonde. A few minutes later the laughing All Might followed after them. His cheeks were rosy with laughter and Deku thought he could see little tears in his eyes. Well at least he thought it was funny.

Uraraka and Deku sat together and watched the scene before them. Deku shot a tentative glance at Uraraka who was sitting on the ground beside him, looking in the direction of the mess of tape and explosions. As if she knew she was being watched, her gaze suddenly shifted and looked back toward him. Izuku nervously averted his eyes and looked away. He was still in a semi lying down position so he pushed himself into a seated position beside Uraraka. He leaned back on his hands and tried to look anywhere other than Uraraka at his side.

As he looked everywhere but at Uraraka, he felt the lightest of touches on his pinky finger. Izuku looked down at the unknown touch and realized that it was Uraraka's pinky finger, just barely touching his. He felt a blush dot his cheeks as he followed their touching fingers up to Uraraka's face. The blush intensified as he realized that Uraraka was looking at him intently. Her eyes were warm and welcoming and the longer he stared at them the more he felt like he might fall forward and be swallowed by them. He felt his other hand move on its own and found it had gently placed itself over Uraraka's whole hand.

Without even realizing it, he'd leaned forward, closing some of the distance between them. Izuku was still looking at her, caught in that warm chocolatey gaze. He wanted to lean further in, to brush noses with her, dust her cheeks and lips with kisses. His mouth practically watered at the prospect of being able to taste her, he ached for it. If he leaned just a little closer to her he was certain he'd be able to take in the sweet scent of her, a smell he'd been lucky enough to experience first hand during their encounter in her room.

Pink peonies, and strawberry mochi, he recalled and felt his stomach flip flop at the possibility of being enveloped in that scent again. His eyes lowered to her mouth and he felt the overwhelming desire to lean in and taste those smiling, inviting lips.

"Thanks for trying to rescue me," Uraraka whispered her cheeks also dotted with color.

Izuku immediately sobered. Get it together Deku! He chastised himself and after taking a moment to compose himself, leaned back a little and tried to relax his shoulders. Now wasn't the time or the place. His gaze returned to her warm gaze and he felt the fiery desire subside a little and a smile start to tug at his cheeks.

"I'll always come to your rescue." The words escaped his mouth before he had any say in them and he suddenly felt like clapping his hand over his mouth. But Uraraka only smiled at him and much to his surprise, she gently placed her other hand over his and gave it a squeeze before lifting it and holding it out to him, her tiny pinky finger extended out to him.

"Promise?" She whispered.

He hesitated for a moment, worried about where the others were and what they would see but then he took in the girl by his side. Deku took in her warm brown eyes, how her silky auburn hair fell around her face, her rosy cheeks, and welcoming smile and felt his heart melt.

"Promise," Izuku said so softly it was barely audible. He lifted his hand and entwined his little finger with hers.