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After the exercise was the class changing out of their costumes and back into their uniforms from their respective locker rooms. Others in the process of changing back were mostly engaged in conversation over what it was they needed to improve on or what it was they lacked during the exercise. One student who drew the attention of the other boy's was the ever consistent Mineta who discovered a peephole of sorts behind a piece of paper taped to the wall.
"Guys, look! A peephole! Probably provided by our senpais from years prior!"
There were those who were tempted by the prospect slightly, and then there were those who were actively seeking the opportunity to act on their baser instincts. Iida tried to dissuade the lecherous boy and failed while doing so with Mineta listing off a numerous amount of fantasies he's had about the girls in the class while tearing off the rest of the obstructing piece of paper. His attempts to catch a gander of the exposed girls was rebuffed with a spray of some sort of chemical that sent the boy into a deathroll of sheer agony and pain.
"What was that? What happened to Mineta?!"
"Look! On the wall; there's something written there!"
Indeed there was something written in red that was pointing right at the hole placed in the wall connecting the girls and boys locker rooms. It read 'look here and suffer the consequences'. Mineta had been so hasty in getting satisfaction that he failed to notice the warning that was revealed when he ripped the piece of paper off the wall in his heightened passion. Nobody wanted to test the waters with Mineta already providing as the example for what would be in store for them had they done so.
Thankfully, none of the girls were even aware of what was going on, save for Kyoka. Her enhanced hearing lent some rather disappointing expectations of Mineta as a whole. The rumored hole in the wall of the locker room was eventually patched up with it's origin never being discovered by those who knew of its existence.
Before the Start of UA's School Year
"What's this?"
Nakamura Haru was walking through the school facilities during the extended vacation that sat between the transitioning years. His inspection of the locker rooms revealed a hole in the wall that connected the boys and girls locker rooms.
"Ah, it seems that some juveniles drilled a hole to peer into the neighboring changing rooms. I will send for a technician to-"
The accompanying inspector with Haru had begun to put in a memo for the repair when Haru cut him off with a raised hand and a devious plan in the works.
"No. Allow me. Just give me a day with it and strike it from the record for now…"
His request was honored and resulted in Mineta being pepper sprayed with a wall mounted sensor and a nozzle installed behind the wall. It was eventually removed without incident; though it's one and only victim was, unsurprisingly, Mineta.
Later
Inside of the teacher's lounge sat All Might by his lonesome when Izuku entered the room. A heavy atmosphere was brought in by the teacher alone as Izuku took tentative steps towards the opposing couch. This was when All Might began his explanation of the history of why One for All has existed in the first place.
The history of the quirk the Izuku wielded was because of the sordid history between two brothers that lived during the time of the emergence of quirks as a whole. One brother had a quirk called All for One that was capable of taking and redistributing quirks as he wished. During a time of heavy political turmoil and public unrest over certain individuals being treated unfairly was one man who was able to take and give power as he saw fit.
His power and influence was instantaneous over the nation as those who were seeking equality were immediately drawn to his propaganda. There was untold damage in history itself as his process of granting quirks to others was not one free of consequence. It would often leave someone braindead with how much stress the addition of a new quirk would pose on a new vessel. One person who suffered this effect the most was his own younger brother.
Unknown to the older sibling was a quirk that the younger brother had that benefited in a way from all the nonstop supply of quirks poured into him. The younger sibling was able to see the damage his brother was capable of and used this unique ability to pass on the power his brother began to build upon to others that would in turn build upon the ability with their own quirks. It would lead into a legacy of battles and inheritors that eventually was initially thought to have been punctuated with All Might himself.
This was not the case as it was recently discovered that the man who has lived over a century was still alive from the incident. He was about to address the gravity of the situation and how unprepared he had left Izuku when the young teen himself responded in his usual fashion of being overly positive and motivational.
"I'll do it! As long as I have you with me; there's nothing I won't be able to defeat! This much I know!"
It was a painful amount of confidence that Izuku was bestowing upon All Might. His memory relapsed into a meeting he had with Haru during one of the last few months of Izuku's physical training before UA.
Months Ago
It was a morning where All Might and Haru were waiting at the van while awaiting Izuku for another day of hardcore training. Haru was making breakfast for himself and All Might while All Might was just waiting for the young Midoriya. A plate of scrambled eggs and toast with mashed potatoes was presented for both adults to partake in while they waited for their student to arrive. Both men were about halfway through the meal when Haru posed a question to the hero that threw him for a loop at first.
"... How long do you have left?"
The phrasing was a little too on the nose for All Might's comfort.
"...What? I-I don't-"
"Don't lie to me, All Might. You can fool Izuku and the rest of the world; but I knew the moment I saw you after what had happened. So tell me right now before I start making more guesses. How long?"
More chronic pain started to flare up at the stress of revealing private information that nobody but a few people in the world were privy to at the time. There wasn't a solid enough argument for All Might to use against Haru's request for his honesty.
"... A year. I can push that time with a mindful lifestyle and a healthy diet with regular checkups and treatment…"
Nothing more was said for the entirety of the meal they shared with one another. It was a sore subject that was dragged out into the open from the privacy of All Might's private life. Only when the meal finished and dishes were cleaned was the reason for Haru's brash conversation brought to light.
"Listen, I can't be the one to tell you how it is you want to spend the last of your available time. Right now; Izuku is under the impression that you'll be there for him for some time. So just understand this…"
There was no hostility or disapproval as Haru looked All Might into his eyes and spoke from the heart for the newly appointed mentor.
"I won't say anything for a man who needs to tell others about his inevitable death. Just know that those people are going to learn about it one way or another; and only you can dictate when it is they need to know."
That moment had been a moment the hero had been dreading to do for Izuku. So much of this boy's faith was because of him, and leaving out such important information was starting to weigh heavy on the hero.
Present Time
"... Thank you, young Midoriya."
He still couldn't do it. As much as he knew better; what he saw as the boy still depending on his presence was too much for him to take away from him. There was a blatant breach of privacy in the form of a bug planted in the room that Haru was listening into the conversation with. His face was one of honest sympathy for the hero's inability to acknowledge his own mortality in front of others. This was enough for Haru to remove the earpiece and give the inheritors of One for All their privacy.
This was an overlap of judgment that deprived Haru of the next part of the conversation that had his best interests in mind. It was what All Might was informed of from Gran Torino a few days prior with the sudden appearance of a new threat. All Might was quick to correct himself and point out something he's been told by his old mentor that he wanted Izuku to be aware of during his own journey.
The dark presence he felt at the UA Sports Festival was likely attached to the recent threat made aware to All Might just a few days prior. How it was that even his own mentor was unable to do anything to create a dent against such a threat she hunted to only be brushed aside like a used up children's toy. There was no point for All Might to instill false hope where he wanted to keep Izuku away from the threat itself. A presence that was still nothing but a mystery to the world at large.
Undisclosed Location
A deep and hidden part of the city was sheltering one of the greatest threats against its citizens. A single individual who was hooked up to a numerous amount of medical equipment to aid him in a faster recovery from the injuries suffered about five to six years prior to the current date.
Him and another mysterious figure identified as the doctor were going back and forth about how it was that the only hiccup to their plan was to see the hero killer publicly executed. Whoever it was that put him down was certainly in more control than they were with how the public was now starting to react unpredictably against their estimations had the incident gone unimpeded.
Talks about how the boy known as Shigaraki Tomura was the only alternative to how it was that a quirk known as super regeneration reached the man too late to make any sort of significant progress in his ailing body. The true leader of the League of Villains acknowledged the true purpose of the boy's purpose by calling him nothing more than another 'him'.
Another flare up of aching pain from the deeply gouged scar in his jaw made the figure touch the still aching wound left from even before All Might. What All Might did to him was indeed extensive and was the primary reason why he was in full traction to heal from such serious injuries.
In comparison to the damage that left him with scar tissue covering his eyes, ears, and nose; the ache from the wound in his jaw still affected him more than what the idealized figurehead of justice left him. At least he was able to gauge a wound into All Might in retaliation for his disfiguration at the hero's hands. Getting hung by his jaw and being tortured from such a vulnerable position left deeper psychological wounds on the man.
He can still remember the agony of getting hooked by that man's weapon and desperately trying to pull himself free while the one who trapped him kept interrogating him over the boy that he took from him. Memories of how that murderer hunted him down relentlessly and drove him into a corner. The whole affair left him with a wound that split the lower jaw and years of terrible chronic pain that superseded anything else ever since.
Recently the wound was aching more than ever before; he was curious if the one that gave him the injury was close enough for such a reaction to occur. It wasn't a guarantee, though he was looking forward to paying back the man who made him feel fear when he was nothing short of god himself.
Some Days Later
It was finally the last week of June with a significant amount of the student body left rather vulnerable to the prospect of having to study and cram as much as they could before the exam itself. Those who placed in the lower average of the class were in a position of having to scramble in learning everything they neglected to in favor of their hero work.
It disappointed Izuku to see Mina as the second to last position of the class with her only superseding Kaminari with practical assessment grades getting her by with the narrowest of margins. He was standing over her desk while she was unwilling to look up at him with quite the cold sweat going in reaction to his presence.
"..."
"..."
"... Mina?"
She was stoic in remaining absolutely silent to his provocations for a response. He's tried to help her in the past with her simply deflecting the responsibility numerous times; now it was near impossible to ignore the need of his help with midterms.
"..."
"... Okay, I'm sorry! Please help me, Izuku!"
Both arms wrapped themselves around Izuku's waist as Mina buried her face into Izuku's rather firm abs. What was at first an act of getting sympathy quickly transitioned into her feeling her lover's body through the nerve endings of her face as Mina kept rubbing her cheeks against the washboard muscles like a kitten to its master. His naive mindset made him think she was in honest need of his help and had him coddling the pink girl against his stomach area.
Not even Mineta, who was above the midpoint of the class average, was able to see such an imbalance of treatment from the fairer sex without feeling strong emotions of betrayal. As a good vice representative; Momo offered to those that she had an interest to assist those who were in need of extracurricular assistance. Quite a few students took her up on the offer of her helping them with subjects that were a little above them.
It was Izuku who recommended to those who needed the help that they meet up at Yaoyorozu's home for extra lessons. Some were far more eager than others in joining in on the prospect of getting free lessons to better their GPA with some of the school's smartest individuals. Momo was so excited to have friends over after such a long time that she started spouting off about what brand of imported tea her fellow classmates were partial towards. Nobody but Izuku, Mina, and Kyoka were aware of what it was she was talking about.
Not that it mattered too much with how adorable Momo was; with her upbeat attitude and excitement of studying with her classmates like what normal teens do before a major exam. Oddly, it was Kyoka that recommended that they just go for iron flower; which nobody could object to. Kirishima pointed out the discrepancy of virtue in how easily and openly Momo agreed to help her fellow students while the second leading student in grades was starting to get agitated at the boy's mild ribbing.
What was most startling about the calloused and thick skinned Bakugou was his aptitude for studying and getting top scores on his exams and assignments. This light teasing of Bakugou got Kirishima roped into after school lessons with the blonde out of Katsuki's spite. Almost like he planned, though the lessons were going to be far more abrasive than the harden quirk user expected.
That Weekend
Quite a few gawking faces were frozen in awe of the massive front gate that led into the Yaoyorozu estate. Only those who were familiar with the place were sympathetic of their classmates' shock at how massive the property looked from the outside. It wasn't even close to being the size the newest arrivals had expected; the family estate was in fact several tens of hundreds of acres that bloomed out from the street that led to the entrance.
Izuku hit the buzzer and let Momo know that they all arrived for their tutoring session at the girl's mansion. The gates swung open to allow the study group in for their planned day of learning and review of the necessary extra curricular material for the midterms. While the others were taking in the scenery; Mina, Kyoka, and Izuku were all getting reacquainted with one another in the familiar mansion they all used to spend time together in before the start of their UA Academy days.
The dining room was the spot designated in the gratuitously oversized home for the teens to study for their midterms. Ceilings that were easily over three stories high made the space feel intimidating to those who had no experience with such decadent architecture. Stretching the length of the hall that shrunk into the distance were all the students huddled up at one end of the table.
Through the double doors came Momo with a serving cart made of oak specifically grown for the purposes of the trolley Momo was operating. Her benevolent innocence was far too adorable for anybody else to raise any complaints for being overwhelmed by her living conditions.
What Kyoka recommended as the beverage of choice was a good call by the musical aficionado. It was familiar tasting enough to black tea while being just the right thing to help calm the nerves and promote brain activity. The study group was all set to hunker down for the next few hours to try and cram for the written test in a few days. Izuku took a few of the students who were struggling with one subject while Momo took the majority split for herself. Mina was latched onto his side and absorbing all she could before she started to burn out.
Sero and Kaminari were still able minded enough to curse their lack of luck with women with how easily Izuku was handling being so close to Mina. There wasn't even any sort of shyness that would indicate that Midoriya wasn't already used to the physical contact with Mina. Some boys really did have it better than others.
A Few Hours Later
"Aaaaah! No more! I can't handle it anymore!"
Mina finally cracked and demanded a break from their incessant studying. Enough was enough in everyone's eyes and they elected to have lunch to give themselves time to recoup. Rather than electing to have the kitchen staff prepare something; the students were more partial to preparing their own meals in the well stocked kitchen. A far more personal and friendly way for kids to enjoy a weekend of studying.
All of the fridge ingredients were things that were nothing short of alien to the male classmates, save for Izuku. The only other male student that was actually familiar with the environment was able to follow a guideline of sorts to assemble enough sandwiches for everyone to consume and enjoy. With a number of imported ingredients and a loaf of bread well above its actual price point was lunch for the rest of the study group.
"All right, dig in!"
So much praise came Midoriya's way for how decadent the meal was with what looked like alien food stuff from the wealthy family's fridge. He took it in good stride as he bit into his own sandwich and savored the quick lunch before having to go back to preparing for his midterm exam.
To his left was Ojiro, then Mina, and after her was Kyoka. Izuku could tell that one of his longest childhood friends was looking rather uncomfortable from when they first arrived at the estate. Kyoka was clearly hung up about something from the very first moment that they met up in front of Momo's home from the start. Everytime they happened to meet gazes got the girl to break line of sight first without fail. Was there something that was out of order that Kyoka had with himself from the start of today?
This was the most prominent question for the boy as lunch finished with everyone starting back to the dining room with full stomachs and refueled spirits. His question was seemingly answered with a message sent through private messaging via mobile with Kyoka sending Midoriya a rather innocuous message. It simply asked him to meet her upstairs in Momo's bedroom right now.
As he finished reading the message; Kyoka herself stood to leave the room and clued Izuku in that what she had to discuss was nothing short of important. Whatever his friends had to say always took priority for him to listen to. There was no reason that was considered dismissive at best that could make Izuku leave a childhood friend out to hang; though it was this knee-jerk reaction that Kyoka and a few others were counting on that day.
He was headed to the room he could remember being on one of the higher floors from a few years ago. At a certain point, he could remember trying to clue in the other three in the circle of friends he was most familiar with at the time that it wasn't right for him to be there with any of them at the age they were reaching. Watching Momo's dad be the voice of logic in defense of him wasn't how Izuku thought things were going to play out.
Once in front of the door; Midoriya gave the door a few knocks without saying anything else. An expected visit through messaging was clearly something Kyoka trusted Izuku enough for him to be the only person to knock on the door.
"Kyoka? It's me. Did you need to talk to me about something?"
A redundant question for the boy who knew better. When the information was spilled out for him; he was rarely slow to pick up on the signals of what was being inherently said. A faint noise of approval for him to enter was heard and gave Izuku the confirmation that he could enter uninhibited.
Momo's room was a space that was close to being two thirds of the total space that he and his mother lived in. Out of all the Victorian style ornate designs and almost overwhelming amount of detail placed in the furniture; it was the pinup board that had photographs of shared memories of the merry quartet that he felt most affected by.
So many years of shared memories that every member of their group could recall by memory alone. While reminiscing on a rare trip they took to an amusement park was interrupted by Kyoka's nervous voice from another door Izuku could recall being the door leading into the connected restroom.
"Um, are- are you there? I jus-just wanted to check!"
"Oh, sorry! Yeah, It's just me. What was it that you-"
His words were failing him as the bathroom door swung open with Kyoka dressed in what was nothing short of a fantasy that he didn't think was actually possible. Standing in the doorway was Kyoka in a form fitting button up shirt paired with a black skirt that hugged her sleek form and was only long enough to cover her upper thighs. So much leg was left for his eyes to trail with bare feet to complete the illusion of impossible distance for the girl's legs to appear as. Glasses that only enhanced the illusion of her role that he envisioned her in was beginning to get a serious rise out of the teenage boy.
"What are you doing?! At the desk, now!"
Izuku obeyed faster to her commands with speed that surprised the teenage boy. Even he wasn't sure if he had his quirk active to match the speed he wanted to move at. Kyoka could have sworn there was a bit of green electricity visible as Izuku took his spot at Momo's private desk.
Now was a transition of power that Midoriya was helpless against. So much was happening here that was rendering him rather complicit to the command of this one girl always at the back of his mind.
It always bothered Midoriya how little of Kyoka's admirable traits were lost on her. They always had an understanding of what their insecurities were and how much it affected the other person. With Izuku; his inability to see what her gripes were over her looks were out of genuine confusion over what the statement even meant in context of Jiro herself.
He thought there was enough of a difficulty to refrain from fantasizing over her every time they came face to face. As much disbelief Kyoka has given to Izuku and the rest of her friends over how much their compliments were false and acts of pity; it was Midoriya's compliments that first broke through to Jiro. Almost three years ago and still she could remember the events of that day with decent clarity.
Almost Three Years Ago
It was around the time of the break with their next year entailing junior high studies. Mina was dragged to her studies with Momo helping the pink acid user while Izuku and Kyoka were left to occupy the time. The few subjects that Momo accelerated at were what Kyoka and Izuku were a bit lacking in themselves.
Outside on a beautiful day before the start of the school year, Kyoka and Izuku headed to the local library on foot. They agreed to hang out for the time they were to study together since it was rare they got any sort of one on one time with one another with the others vying for their attention when they were present. A bit of a kinship between them came from their tendency to be rather introverted and less noticeable in comparison to the other half of their group.
Momo was growing up rather quickly into her body; much to the chagrin of her father and some of Haru's. Her father was less tolerant than Haru with the attention from other boys she was receiving because of this development. In Haru's eyes; he had a far more direct approach when certain individuals looked to be rather tempted to overstep certain boundaries. It was certainly more than once that he had to step in for some matters concerning certain individuals who were rather too forward looking with their desires.
Mina was more on the spectrum of being overall more developed in comparison to Momo. What she lacked in height or chest size; she made up with hips and legs. Her parents were a lot more open and even her mother expected such things since her family and her husband's family tended to have more maturely figured women. There was little the young and spunky dance enthusiast wasn't prepared for; though a lot of other strange men were rather put off by the sudden appearance of a white haired man with a beard or some other form of confrontation that kept things civil with the men's behavior.
Being wall flowers was what these two friends preferred in comparison. They had their likes and dislikes while enjoying the privacy to mull around in their own heads over their interests. Once in a while, a mood will strike them when they wish to talk about their hobbies or something else they found interesting they wish to share. Being socially awkward and passionate made it difficult to find people other than their family to talk about such things. Often they would just talk with each other over the phone or via SMS for hours with conversation flowing like a wide and deep river.
It had been quite some time since they had an honest heart to heart and it gave them the highest quality of conversation to engage in person once again. The sidewalk was mostly vacant of pedestrians and the wind was light and cool to temper the clear weather. Dressed for the occasion were Kyoka and Izuku in their spring wear; Kyoka in denim shorts and tennis shoes with a loose fitting shirt of an indie rock band with the sleeves rolled up and Izuku with his basketball shorts and long sleeve red shirt.
"I can't even do it on Thursday, Izuku! I don't know why they would try to book the performance on that day when they know I got school shopping to do!"
"Yeah, that doesn't make sense. It was probably just somebody who forgot to write it down or something."
Kyoka was still performing as a hobby and as a way to help her save up money for school. That money also did happen to see use on new albums and other miscellaneous accessories for her instruments. What had her in a bit of a mood was how the local venue she performed at as of recently came to her with a sudden update of her newest time slot she had requested be free for her own personal agenda. Somewhere along the line things got lost in communications and now she had no choice but to cancel the show and leave the venue to find a new opener.
Nothing in her wanted to do such a thing; but they gave her no choice as to their incompetence. Izuku had been her open ear and was allowing her to vent onto him with her stresses and gripes on the mixup. It was nothing short of what she needed then and there.
"Anyways… Enough about that. Sorry for being so talky with you; I just had to get it off my chest."
"... Uh, oh! Uh, y-yeah; anytime!"
There it was again. Kyoka could have sworn Izuku's eyes wandered just a bit south when he thought she was still just looking ahead during their walk and talk. It had been some months since they last met up one on one and there was a noticeable difference of behavior she could pick up on with their sparingly rare double dates. She had other friends at school that would have had a different mixture of girls and guys that she would often chat with or hang out with back during her active school days. One thing that had always been consistent was the attention she got in comparison to other girls.
She would be caught up in discussions over the treatment the other boys gave to the girls when they were left to their devices. It wasn't meant to hurt her feelings, but the constant complaint's of sexual harrassment and unwanted stares weren't something she had issue with. Pretending to understand was the best she could do to stay relevant to the group as she hadn't gotten any sort of attention from the opposite sex to any signifigant degree.
Before it was barely even a thought worth thinking about; now, it was around the time she began to notice her fellow teens starting to develop while she felt rather left behind. Asking her parent's was out of the question, so saving some indignity by asking Haru was the best she could do. His response was to inform her that it was far too early to consider herself a lost cause when growth had a bunch of factors that were dependent on things that usually were out of her control. That didn't really make her feel that much better.
Since she began to notice certain things in others and herself; her powers of observation gave the girl some accuity to sense when others were taking notice of her out of actual interest or to just be polite. Midoriya was one of the few boys who even looked at her in that way and was the only one she caught staring at her while even Momo and Mina were still hanging around.
Sometimes he would break line of sight or act innocent when she caught him staring, though letting him look when he thought she was still unaware became more and more common as time went along. Now it was kinda fun to see how long she could fool Izuku while letting him get an eyeful of her slim figure. No harm was done in her eyes as the attention felt kinda nice and Izuku was someone she knew well enough to do it out of interest and not just being a creep.
He really did think she was lovely with her legs going for miles and fair complexion that was remarkably smooth. Having a slim figure was even a bonus for someone who found most forms of the human body to provide something of benefit. It was more out of a scientific perspective, though that was a fuzzy line that had a habit of tilting into more personal territory for the boy.
Having Mina be so physically affectionate and having her as a dance partner gave Izuku and her plenty of opportunity to explore one another during most hours of the day they were together. Momo was aesthetically a magnet for most boys and sometimes men, so it was Kyoka who felt flattered and pleased that she still managed to stand out amongst such a generous environment for Midoriya. She blushed a little and smiled at Izuku's shy display of chivalrous behavior.
"Hmmm, something wrong?"
All Izuku could manage was to put a hand in his pocket and use the other to scratch at the side of his head while staring off into space. Nervous chuckling against Kyoka's probing stare was all he could manage against the coy teenage girl. Unrelenting in her assault; she looped her right arm with the left arm of Izuku. It was still in his pocket, so it made enough of a loop for her to not only latch onto, but rest her other petite hand against the crook of the same arm and pull him in enough to lean her head onto his bicep.
Both were rosy cheeks, though Izuku knew better than to break away dramatically and hurt his friend's feelings. He allowed her the contact and just walked alongside Kyoka until they reached the public library.
Public Library
It was a calm enough environment for the two teenagers to isolate themselves into a deep corner of the library and just have at it with their entrance exams coming up in a few short weeks. As a master of the English language, courtesy of their mutual acquaintance, her lessons were easy to understand and thorough in applying the information directly into his skull. Enough time passed and Kyoka was beginning to stiffen a little around her shoulders.
Scooting back in the chair and trying to stretch out her shoulders gave Izuku a plentiful eyeful of what that baggy shirt had been disguising under its deceptively loose guise. Her waist was sinfully narrow to the point where he was certain that both his hands would be able to wrap themselves around it in a single two-handed grasp. Watching the material of the shirt bunch up right under her chest emphasized their developing perkiness to the hormonal boy. A moan of relief followed by an airy sigh got Izuku fighting to wrench his eyes away from the subtly erotic display of feminine charm.
On a more innocent note, Kyoka was satisfied with the loud click in her back that felt like heaven inside her weary spine. Coming back down from her high lent the girl the sight of Izuku looking rather guilty and scribbling nonsense onto his blank notebook page. She could see that it was nonsense since even from upside-down; the language was completely scrambled and incoherent.
By no means was Kyoka dense; it was Haru who was one of the few people who had to be careful around the girl for how adept she was in picking up on subtle things around her. Watching Izuku make a valiant yet poor attempt to disguise his shame actually made the girl feel a bit devilish with how much of a rouse she could get out of the boy.
"Hey, Izuku?"
A bashful Midoriya peeked up at Kyoka through his brow hairs.
"Ub, uh, ye- yes? Yes, Kyoka?"
Barely a moment to collect himself before she brought both hands to her neck and started twisting her neck around while grasping at the aching spots.
"My neck is still sore; could you come over here and massage my back for me?"
There are few times a man would turn down a back massage from someone they thought was rather gorgeous. It took nerves of steel to hold down his exterior reaction and respond level enough without openly admitting to the shock he was undergoing internally.
"... Where is it?"
Another bait taken by the naive boy. Turning to the left; Kyoka gestured to parts of her shoulder and neck while arching her back while doing so. In Izuku's eyes there was nothing but the shape of the girl's form that caught his attention. Most would argue that the abusively strict standards of fashion model figures is inherently a bad thing. While this remains to be true for the majority of the public; there is a very good reason that fashion models work to achieve such a delicate balance of thin and shapely.
Extending the lines of the human body while not compromising the potential spacing for the clothing to enhance the form of the human body. Kyoka's lithe form was a testament to how elegant the female form could be in the eyes of a man.
"Around here? I dunno; just feel around until I tell you otherwise."
This was a lot of fun for the teenage girl as Izuku still looked like he was running at full mental capacity while trying to come off as cool headed. Before now, she had never thought to try this with the opposite sex out of shame of her lacking figure. It just made the girl ever more thankful that she knew such a person like Izuku.
Opposite of Jiro's confidence and enjoyment was Midoriya's hesitation and turbulent confusion. So much of what was being said felt like nonstop innuendos and hints for Izuku to pick up on and just go for it. Past experience with private discussions and openly affectionate behavior with Mina in the group made it clear to the boy that making advances on his other friends was not taboo to his partner. Rather than reprimanding him whenever he deflected accidental incidents of affection; Mina would call her better half out for being so hesitant to just engage in what he wants to do. A dream reaction for many others, while being a confusing set of circumstances for Izuku.
"... Sure?"
His robotic motions of rounding the table and standing ramrod straight behind Kyoka's chair made the girl giggle on the inside even more. It was fun to be the one in command of the situation with the other person being completely captivated by her physical attractiveness. What slightly tilted the scale in Izuku's favor was when he actually let his fingers trail down upon both shoulders until his palms were firmly pressed into Jiro's shoulders.
"Mmmph!"
There was a small and involuntary noise made at the base of her throat as Izuku made first contact with her shoulders. Both teens were blushing mad in the privacy of the abandoned section of the library while Izuku began to work his hands into the deeper parts of her muscles. Going harder and upping his efforts to quickly satisfy Jiro only got the young teen to squeak and struggle to contain her involuntary noises.
Things progressed from embarrassment and slight hesitation into some rather hazy territory for the both of them. Time marched on and soon it was just Izuku reaching around to whatever spot on Kyoka's back that would elicit the best reaction for him. The back and shoulder pain was long gone with Kyoka just fighting to contain her embarrassing noises.
Usually his bolder behavior was reserved for people like Mina. Discovering his joy of making the pink girl react however he wished with a few touches and whispers of sweet nothings was slowly bleeding over into his treatment of Kyoka's massage. Renewed vigor and cloudy judgements made Izuku react the way he did when it was just him and Mina.
"What's wrong? Is it too much?"
"N-no!"
Almost too loud for comfort; Kyoka was shocked how much this simple and lighthearted teasing progressed into her being reduced to putty in Midoriya's hand. Feeling his breath against her right ear and wanting more was a completely alien experience for the girl. The world around the two of them felt like a cotton candy bed on every inch of sensitive skin.
"Alright then…"
Things only got more intense as Kyoka was not just in for the ride at the mercy of Izuku. Some time later, Kyoka was just barely able to register the world around her. What happened next then began a new step in their friendship.
Looking up past her right shoulder gave Kyoka a foggy image of the boy she felt rather strongly about at that moment for some reason. Her delicate hand wrapped itself behind Izuku's neck and brought him into a deep and languished kiss on her part. The returning sensation was something far more intense and made her toes curl inside her shoes.
Awakening to the reality of the situation made Kyoka hesitant to continue before Midoriya buried his hand into the back of her hair and deepened the tongue action between them. Feeling the vibrations of her whimpers just got Izuku even more excited to push the girl as far as he could. Separating from each other left a few strings of saliva that lingered on their tongues and lips.
Huffing and catching their breath let them come to terms with what just happened. Kyoka was unsure and slightly scared while Izuku looked down from above with a confident and gentle smile that warmed the girl from the inside. They could only stare at one another for a bit before they returned to business as usual with studies taking precedence. You could be forgiven for thinking that it was a forgotten incident if one wasn't aware of the subtle changes of body language and interactions that most people who considered themselves friends would stay far away from.
Touching legs under the table, feeling each other's hands while talking, leaning over while placing their hands on a part of the other person's body that would have been a bit too close for comfort. So much and yet so little had actually changed between these two friends. MIna herself was rather frustrated with how neutral the both of them were after Izuku informed her of the kiss later on.
She would be damned to let things end there between her man and the model beauty that she herself wanted a part of. That desire would only be fulfilled years from that particular incident.
Present Time
"Look here. What do we have in front of us?"
Kyoka had a switch that was just one long rod that felt surprisingly sturdy and could crack like a whip if she so desired. That tool of her current persona dragged itself slowly across the desk with the study material already set out.
"... It's, uh… It's English… It's English."
A moment of silence before the switch cracked down onto the textbook. This was not satisfactory enough of an answer for the teacher in charge of the lesson.
"Speak properly, you!"
Her fingers wrapped themselves in the tangle of silky locks at the base of Izuku's skull in the back of his head. Yanking his head to face her overlooking one just confirmed for her that Izuku was nothing short of hers to do with what she desired. Creating such a reaction inside her when she needed to remain focused made the girl double down with her strict behavior.
"When you look at me; do you see someone who would accept such half assed answers?"
What Izuku said next was only a small hint as to what would have followed up next. His eyes smoldered as he gave his honest answer to the girl currently in charge of his every conscious action.
"No, I see something so painfully beautiful that it hurts to just watch without doing anything else."
A light snarl at the end of the sentence gave Kyoka goosebumps in response to the carnal noise made by her charge. Both her cheeks betrayed her confidence as she leaned in so close that their lips were just brushing up against one another.
"Maybe if you're a good little boy; teacher might consider giving you an after school treat…"
The lesson continued on with the tension never receding for Izuku and Kyoka. So many times they considered going for it and allowing the other person to crack under their touches. This was a breach of the game they set up for each other; and this game had quite the reward for both of them at the end.
About One Hour Later
Steaming with restraint was Izuku in Momo's desk chair. Kyoka had a four legged chair seated just behind Midoriya's left hand side and had spent an excessive amount of time tempting the teenage boy with subtle jabs and provocations.
Her low heels kept clicking against the hardwood floors and kept reminding Izuku that Kyoka was indeed wearing heels that were likely enhancing the look of her ass for his enjoyment. At one point, the girl took her shoes off and just kicked up her legs on the left thigh of Izuku. Seeing those legs and dainty feet just kept adding fuel to the inferno of barely contained desire and raw emotions.
What had finally done Izuku in was when Kyoka leaned over and gave Midoriya a heavy whiff of the scent that permeated Kyoka's physical presence. It was a light use of perfume and her own light aroma that was too much for Izuku to weather anymore.
"To summarize; these verbs have functions here and-"
The wrist that was attached to the hand pointing out the lesson prompts was captured in the larger and rougher hand of Izuku. He didn't care much for decorum as he expertly threw Kyoka to the bed on his right and pinned her by both wrists. Being pinned by a hyperventilating beast of sheer sexual frustration that she had a hand in winding up gave her a rush unlike anything else before. Unwavering was her resolve as she snarled at the barely coherent teenage boy with a look of a wild animal twisting his face into something she couldn't believe was even possible.
"How dare you! I am the teacher! If you think that you can just do whatever you want, then y-"
He had enough of her constant lip that made him only want the girl even more with every letter and syllable that passed her lips. Izuku reached over Kyoka's delicate lips and placed his middle and index finger into the girl's mouth and made her shut up.
Feeling his fingers against her delicate and soft lips only electrified her nerves even more than before. Those rough digits with skin that almost felt like sandpaper were making her almost pass out with how heavenly they felt in her mouth. His hands were those of a man that wasn't afraid to get what needed to be done with little to no assistance. It was like she could be snapped in two if he so desired.
The sensation of suction of nipping and sucking on his hand just reinforced Izuku's desire to claim this woman pinned underneath him. All of this was her way to get him to take her as he did all those years ago. He happily obliged.
Talking was no longer the thing carrying the conversation the two hormonal teens were having at that moment. Izuku was so desperate to deeply kiss and feel Kyoka's tongue against his. His quirk had involuntarily gone off in the lowest possible percentages as he sent the poor girl's mind into a tailspin.
Kyoka almost faded away as the rougher and stronger presence of Izuku was swallowing her alive. Compared to the unforgettable display of affection from before, this was almost too much for her to even make a visible comparison. Holding on for dear life was the best she could do.
Getting flipped over was the last thing she had expected from how possessive Izuku was of her body during the makeout session. Straddling him did give her inner thighs plenty of opportunity to confirm that the photos Mina had been leaking to her were not a product of image manipulation. Hardened plates and bands of muscles greeted the delicate skin of Kyoka's leg through the fabric of his shirt.
"Let's get this off, now."
Midoriya relented and assisted Kyoka in getting his shirt off. It was almost too much to take in for the teenager. Cut and shaped into physical perfection was Izuku's torso and arms. So much tight musculature and bulging development in all the right ways made her salivate in a very serious way. Seeing saliva dribble down the girl's chin with a look of sheer desperation fixated on his body was beyond whatever fantasy he could have dreamt of before now.
"You too."
Though she was a bit more shy about revealing her body to Izuku; she didn't relent in giving Midoriya access to remove her tight button up dress shirt. Watching her porcelain skin with only a sports bra in the way was giving him all sorts of physical reactions. One that was most noticeable to Kyoka was one she felt underneath her most intimate of places.
Size was something that most people were aware of when it came to the male lover. Kyoka was given a fair graph of what to expect with a sex ed class she and a bunch of her fellow female peers were subjected to for school. In comparison to the size of her own equipment; what she felt developed underneath her was both terrifying and exciting all at once. The real test of her expectations would have to wait as she didn't intend for thing's to go so far just yet.
A fair compromise to quell both Izuku's and her own sexual frustration was to reach under the waistband of the basketball shorts and wrap her hands around the source of heat that was searing her to the core.
Feeling his length was one thing alone; to feel the actual volume of the appendage almost scared the poor girl. A water bottle she felt was rather small in her hands back in the day was something she felt rather different about after her education into the realms of more mature functions of her own body. That bottle design suddenly felt rather intimidating whenever her mind wandered to such things as she held that specific brand of water.
Feeling things past Izuku's head and down to the actual shaft was quite the alarming revelation for Jiro. Finally getting her hand around the thing gave her the impression that this boy was nothing short of being gifted by the god of love herself to be a testament of all other males. Distracted by her shock and awe, Kyoka couldn't mentally brace herself as Izuku reached past the girl's skirt and pulled up the short hem enough to feel the slimy fabric with his fingertips.
Shock of the neurologically euphoric sensation clued Kyoka in that there was another agenda at hand for the two teens. As she doubled down to work the appendage under her amateurish manipulations; Izuku was doing his best to bring as much pleasure to the girl gracing his presence with such an unthinkable fantasy for him to imagine.
Both were trying their best to hold on for the other person and it was only delaying the inevitable as the humidity was climbing to uncomfortable heights. Izuku had his left arm wrapped around Kyoka's waist as he kept diligently working the girl into a high that she would enjoy. What separated Izuku and Kyoka was how studious Izuku tended to be in comparison to her.
Being in a relationship lent Izuku a fair amount of conundrums that he felt only fair that he would need to prepare for. Doing a search over what was most satisfactory during sex lent him the knowledge that the most common spot that woman found most enjoyable was actually two different zines on their intimate parts. One was exterior while the other was more interior; so being as chivalrous as he was, Izuku voted to go for the exterior vulnerability before getting approval for the interior one.
This was the downfall that Kyoka failed to prepare against. She wasn't a stranger to masturbation, but people who didn't know the touch of another person were often woefully unprepared for basic petting from their partners.
While she was ambling blindly, Izuku was driving her insane and giving her stars to look at without the night sky to do so. Her inevitable cries and moaning pushed him over the edge and drenched her hand in his release. Being rubbed through her undergarments saved Izuku's hand from being excessively soaked, but by the end of the exchange; both parties were sweating up a storm while trying to catch their breath. Neither had expected to be rendered so helpless without actually engaging in the actual act of fucking. Kyoka had her face buried in the crook of Izuku's neck while he was savoring the sensation of her body lying upon his warm and sensitive one.
"... Wow."
"... Ha, yeah."
They cleaned up to the best of their abilities and just let the lesson end there. Enough information was retained by Izuku for him to feel as though this lesson was well worth the effort for the educational value alone. The extracurricular material afterwards was just as valuable, if not more so, for the two teenagers.
A Few Minutes Later
Out the door was Izuku with his clothes restored and back on without incident. His hand's were in the pocket's of his shorts as he turned back to Kyoka. She had returned to her usual shy and bashful behavior; despite still being in the teaching attire she wore for Izuku's 'private lesson'. Her head peeked through the gap of the door she maintained just enough to peek through with one eye. Her next request was slightly interrupted with Izuku prying the door open from her own grasp to then be met with a kiss that had her chin trapped in his thumb and index finger.
Breaking apart had left a glassy eyed teen that could barely request that Izuku call upon Mina as her next student. Although still recovering from his own private lesson; the idea of Mina having a go with Kyoka had the boy send the inconspicuous pink girl to a private tutor session that went well past the time that everyone bid farewell to the ever generous Momo and her private estate. That time was certainly something nobody in the usual quartet would ever forget.