Mei stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her outfit as she examined every detail. The clothes Momo had picked out were stylish and fit her well, but for the first time in her life, she was feeling uncertain about her appearance. It was strange, this sensation of overthinking every little thing, analyzing her reflection like she was assessing one of her inventions. Her heart raced as she thought about Izuku's reaction. Would he like it? Was it too much? Too little? The only opinion that mattered to her was his, and that fact was making her more nervous than she'd ever been in her life.
"I'm never like this," she muttered to herself, fidgeting with her goggles resting on her head. "Why is this so hard?"
She knew Izuku loved her, but there was something about wanting to impress him that made her question everything. Mei took a deep breath, trying to shake off the jitters, reminding herself that he had always seen her at her messiest and still adored her. This wasn't about perfection—it was about being herself.
"Okay, Hatsume," she told her reflection, "You've got this. Izuku's going to love it."
With that, she grabbed her boots and prepared to meet up with her boyfriend, feeling a little more confident but still eager to see his reaction.
Mei stepped outside, her heart pounding in her chest. She spotted Izuku standing there, dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit that made him look even more handsome than usual. His hair was neatly combed, and there was a calm confidence about him that made her blush uncontrollably. She felt ridiculous, her mind racing with insecurities, but she couldn't help but admire how good he noticed her approach, his eyes lighting up as he took in her appearance. Mei fidgeted, feeling suddenly self-conscious in her beige sweater, black leggings, and high-heel boots. Her hair, for once, was clean and styled, and it felt strange not having the usual grease and grime of the lab clinging to her. She was out of her element, and it made her feel weary, as though she was pretending to be someone, she wasn't...
"Hey, Mei," Izuku greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes wide with admiration. "You look... amazing."
Mei's face heated up even more, her heart skipping a beat. She bit her lip, trying to suppress her nervous laughter. "I-I feel ridiculous," she admitted, her hands tugging at the hem of her sweater. "But... I'm glad you like it."
Izuku chuckled softly, stepping closer to her. "Ridiculous? No way. You look great. I mean it."
Hearing that made her relax a little. She looked into his eyes and smiled, feeling her tension melt away. "Thanks, babe."
He extended his hand, and without hesitation, she took it. As their fingers intertwined, the world around them seemed to fade away, and for the first time that evening, Mei felt truly at ease. Mei leaned in and kissed Izuku, her heart racing as the familiar warmth of his lips against hers filled her with joy. After the kiss, she pulled him into a tight hug, resting her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath her. She melted into his embrace; her arms wrapped around him with all the love she could muster.
With a playful smirk, she tilted her head up and asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Izuku looked down at her, smiling tenderly. "You're not just pretty, Mei. You're beautiful."
Her face flushed a deep red at his words, and without thinking, she kissed him again, this time more passionately. Izuku, still a bit bashful, returned the kiss, holding her close. Mei couldn't help but feel pleased with herself. Every kiss, every word from him made her heart swell with happiness, and being called beautiful by him was more than she could have ever asked for.
Izuku, his face turning red, pulled back slightly, smiling nervously. "W-We really should meet the others," he stammered, trying to gather his thoughts. Mei pouted at him, clearly not satisfied with the interruption, both of them still flustered from their kiss.
"Can we kiss a lot afterward then?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Izuku's blush deepened, and he looked away, scratching the back of his head.
"Uh, sure..." he muttered, embarrassed by her forwardness.
Mei smirked, leaning in a bit closer. "Your place or mine?" she asked, teasing him further.
Izuku nearly choked, stumbling over his words. "I-I don't know! We'll...w-we'll figure it out!" he stuttered, clearly overwhelmed by her boldness, but also clearly enjoying their playful banter.
Mei just giggled, satisfied with his reaction. "Alright, then. Let's go meet the others," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along, a triumphant smile on her face.
The chilly breeze of the night clung to Mei's sweater as she and Izuku stepped out of the cab, greeted by the sight of their friends waiting outside the bar and grill. Mina was the first to approach, her usual energy turned up a notch as she wrapped an arm around Mei with a sly grin.
"Look at you! Mei, you look stunning tonight!" Mina said, her eyes gleaming as she scanned Mei's outfit. Her touchy nature had Mei feeling a bit off-balance, especially as Mina's gaze seemed to linger a bit too long.
"Uh, thanks?" Mei replied, awkwardly trying to step back, her mind racing as she silently questioned whether this was how she made others feel when she was overly forward.
Thankfully, Eijiro and Jiro quickly intervened, prying Mina off with a lighthearted laugh. "Alright, Mina, give her some space!" Eijiro joked, while Jiro rolled her eyes.
"You're making her uncomfortable," Jiro muttered, giving Mina a gentle nudge away from Mei.
Momo and Shoto stood at the entrance, both looking composed as they waved them all inside. "Come on, it's freezing out here. Let's go in and grab a table," Momo said warmly.
Izuku wrapped his arm around Mei's waist as they walked toward the door. Feeling his warmth against her, Mei leaned into him with a soft smile, her earlier awkwardness melting away. Together, they walked inside, the cozy atmosphere of the restaurant wrapping around them as they joined their friends for a night of fun.
The night was lively, with the group enjoying their time together. Izuku, Shoto, and Eijiro were deep in conversation about their recent hero training, their competitive spirits shining through as they compared notes on their progress. Mei, meanwhile, sat with the girls, listening as they gossiped and shared stories. Mina, of course, led the charge, enthusiastically diving into every little detail. At one point, Denki, with his usual playful grin, tried to feed Jiro a piece of food. She blushed furiously, her embarrassment quickly turning into a swift kick under the table, much to Denki's yelp of surprise. Mei couldn't help but notice the clear tension between them. She briefly considered making a comment, but remembering her promise to Momo and Ochako, she kept quiet, instead focusing on her own meal.
As she ate, Mei couldn't help but glance at Izuku from time to time, smiling to herself as he laughed and chatted with the other boys. Even in a crowd, he was the one who drew her attention, and just being near him made the whole evening feel even better. The warmth of the group's camaraderie filled the air, and for Mei, it was a perfect evening. She felt a sense of belonging, a warmth in her heart that she knew came from not just being part of the group, but from being with Izuku.
As the conversation buzzed around the table, Mina, with a mischievous grin, suddenly asked, "So, have you two gone past first base yet?"
"What base?" Mei blinked in confusion, not understanding the term.
Momo and Jiro immediately gasped, their faces flushed with embarrassment, and quickly scolded Mina for her inappropriate question. Mei was none the wiser, still failing to comprehend the pink-skinned girl's question. Apparently, it was serious enough to cause the other two to jump her over it. Izuku turned back, looking puzzled and concerned.
"What's going on?" he asked, noticing the sudden shift in the group's mood.
Mei shrugged. "She asked me if we–"
Momo, with a mix of urgency and embarrassment, gently but firmly took Mei by the arm and guided her away from the table. Jiro followed, giving Mina a disapproving look. Mina, somewhat sheepishly, trailed behind as Momo began to explain, clearly trying to smooth over the awkwardness of the situation. They found a quieter spot away from the main area of the bar and grill.
Mei, still a bit confused but curious, asked, "What's the big deal about it?"
Flustered, Momo stammered, "Well, it refers to...intimate aspects of your relationship, like your sexual lives. It's not something that should be discussed openly or pried into."
It finally clicked for Mei, and she, with blunt honesty, replied, "Oh, we haven't done anything...yet."
Momo's eyes widened, and Jiro looked both relieved and slightly embarrassed. Momo quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "It's important to keep those details private and not let others intrude on them." Mei nodded, now understanding why the question was so inappropriate, but she couldn't help but smile at the innocent misunderstanding.
Mina, with a mischievous glint in her eye, said, "Well, if you need any pointers, I can and will gladly give you some private lessons."
Jiro, clearly annoyed, yanked on Mina's horns and said, "Stop it, Mina. That's not the time or place."
Momo, still flustered but trying to be supportive, added, "Whatever you and Midoriya decide to do, it's your business and should be handled with care. Just...make sure you're both ready and honest with each other about your feelings."
"Don't forget protection." Jiro muttered, looking away in embarrassment.
Mei nodded, appreciating the advice and the concern for her well-being. The conversation shifted back to lighter topics, but Mei felt reassured by her friends' support and understanding. Returning to the table, Mei noticed Izuku sporting a deep blush and awkward demeanor which caught her attention. She smiled at him warmly, and he greeted her with a shy nod. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, other than Midoriya's sudden stiffness along with the sly smirks from Kaminari and Kirishima.
Jiro, whispering to Denki, asked, "What's up with Midoriya?"
Denki replied, "Oh, we just prodded Midoriya whether he and Hatsume have gone all the way in their relationship."
Jiro rolled her eyes, finding the coincidence ironic. "Of course."
Despite the earlier awkwardness, the rest of the evening went smoothly. The group enjoyed their time together, and Mei and Izuku made sure to focus on the fun and camaraderie of the night.
The night was still young, but the group had decided that it was time to part ways. While the rest rode back home, Izuku and Mei opted for a walk down the quiet streets, savoring the cool night air. Mei clung tightly to his arm as the temperature dropped, pulling herself close to him for warmth.
Strolling on the sidewalk, a few passing pedestrians waved at them, commenting on how sweet and adorable they looked together. Izuku, always bashful, blushed at the compliments, but Mei basked in the attention. She proudly boasted about her boyfriend, flashing an almost mischievous grin. "Isn't he the best? He loves all of my babies!" she'd say, causing Izuku to stammer a shy thanks.
The night felt perfect, the chill air only making their warmth for each other all the more tangible. With their arms linked, Mei glanced up at Izuku, a playful smirk on her face. "So...do you think I should dress up more often?" she asked, still reveling in the attention she had gotten earlier.
Izuku smiled, shaking his head slightly. "I mean, you look amazing, but I love you for who you are. You don't have to change anything."
Mei's smirk softened into a genuine smile. "I guess you're right," she said, satisfied with his answer.
As they continued walking, Izuku suddenly chuckled. "You know, you haven't mentioned any of your inventions the whole night," he said, giving her a curious glance.
Mei froze in her tracks, eyes wide as if she had just made a horrible realization. "Oh no!" she gasped. "I haven't! My babies must be missing me!" She frantically tugged at his arm, trying to rush him back toward their dorms. "I've been away for too long! They're going to malfunction without me!"
Izuku couldn't hold back his laughter at her exaggerated panic, knowing full well that she was still the same genius inventor he'd fallen for. "Okay, okay! Let's go home then," he said with a grin, happy to see the eccentric Mei he adored hadn't gone anywhere. They quickened their pace, both of them laughing together as they headed home.
Izuku walked Mei to her dorm, the two of them chatting casually along the way. When they reached the entrance, Mei turned to him, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Hey...wanna come in?" she asked coyly, her tone teasing but sincere.
Izuku's face instantly flushed red, and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, I...I think I should probably head back to my room..." he stammered, clearly flustered.
Mei, never one to be deterred, gave him a cheeky grin. "Oh come on, don't forget—we promised to do a lot of kissing afterwards," she teased, stepping a little closer. His blush deepened, but the temptation in her words was clear.
Still, despite wanting to, Izuku hesitated. "I...I really want to, bu..." His voice trailed off as he looked at her, clearly torn.
Sensing his reluctance but also not wanting to push him, Mei let out a small chuckle and shrugged. "It's okay, Izu," she said softly. She leaned in and gave him a quick, sweet kiss on the lips before pulling away. "We'll save the rest for another time. Goodnight."
Izuku, still flustered but grateful, smiled back at her. "Goodnight, Mei," he replied, watching her disappear into her dorm. He stood there for a moment, his heart racing, before turning and walking back to his own room with a happy sigh.
Once in her dorm room, Mei dove straight into her giant pile of unfinished blueprints, her excitement and energy fully focused on her inventions once again. Her hand gripped the pen to death as she worked with precision, a frantic smile on her face as her "babies" began to take shape on paper. She was in her element, her mind buzzing with endless new ideas and never-ending improvements. But suddenly, in the middle of her drawing up her latest idea, she froze. Her eyes widened in realization.
"Wait a second..." she muttered, looking down at herself. "I completely forgot to ask Izu about my boobs!"
She groaned, slumping over her desk in frustration. "Ugh, how am I supposed to know if he likes them if I don't ask?!" Mei sighed dramatically, shaking her head at herself.
With a resigned smile, she picked up her pen again. "Guess I'll just have to ask him next time. Maybe during all that kissing..." she mused with a mischievous grin, her energy quickly returning as she refocused on her work. She stayed up very late, but despite her attentiveness to her work, her mind went to places she had not dared or ever even bothered to explore before. The thoughts swirling in her head late at night were guaranteed to bless her with some highly provocative dreams once she finally decided to sleep.
Mei had been tirelessly working on upgrades for Izuku's hero suit, her hands moving with practiced precision. His suit always seemed to take a beating during training, but she never minded fixing it. If anything, it was a perfect excuse to see him constantly – an added bonus to her passion for invention as well as the pleasure of having him next to her.
But now with his internship on the horizon, something stirred in her chest. She actually felt...worried. Mei rarely ever felt like this, and it took her a moment to recognize the unfamiliar feeling as concern. Izuku would be out there in real-world scenarios, facing dangers that were far more unpredictable than training exercises.
Her bow furrowed in concentration. "I can't be there to protect him...but I can make sure his gear does."
She carefully examined the schematics on her screen, determined to provide Izuku with the best tech she could muster. Her mind buzzed with ideas–reinforced materials, enhanced support boots, and maybe even a few surprised features he wouldn't expect.
"Everything has to be perfect," she whispered to herself, her usual playful grin giving way to a more serious expression. "I'll make sure he's ready for anything. My babe is going to be the best-equipped hero out there."
As Mei sat at her workbench, her mind wandered from the intricate designs of the hero suit to imagining Izuku wearing it in action—saving lives and kicking villain asses with his usual determination. She sighed in admiration, a dreamy look filling her eyes. She couldn't stop thinking about how amazing he looked in his suit, how strong and capable he was.
Her thoughts drifted further, recalling all the times she'd taken his measurements—her hands tracing along his toned muscles, using the excuse of perfecting the suit to touch him. She bit her lip, her body heating up at the memory, and before she knew it, she was picturing herself on top of him, feeling his warmth, the closeness too intoxicating to ignore.
She shook her head slightly, trying to focus back on her work, but the sweet daydream lingered. "Focus, Mei!" she muttered to herself with a small smirk, knowing full well how much she loved being close to him. "But, yeah...I should probably ask for measurements again...just to be sure.".
Mei furrowed her brows, tapping her fingers impatiently against the workbench. As much as she adored Izuku's sweet and romantic gestures, there was a small part of her that longed for just a bit more intimacy. It wasn't that she was dissatisfied—far from it. She loved him endlessly and cherished every kiss, every tender moment they shared. But there was always that tiny flicker of hope, that maybe this time, their kiss would deepen, or he'd let his hands linger just a little longer.
The thought irked her, just by a little. He was always so respectful, so careful. She couldn't help but wish he would dare to be just a little bolder with her.
Frustrated now, she tried to focus back on her work, but her thoughts betrayed her. Every little thing reminded her of him—his smile, the way he held her, the way his lips felt against hers. Her fingers faltered on the tools in front of her as her mind raced, filled with images of what could be, of what she wanted.
"Focus, Mei," she muttered, clenching her fist. "These inventions won't finish themselves..." But even as she tried to concentrate, her heart kept pulling her thoughts back to him, and she found herself hopelessly lost in her love for him.
Mei sighed deeply, her breath catching as she whispered lzuku's name under her breath. "Why won't you just treat your girlfriend to some sweet, hot alone time?" she murmured to herself, frustration clear in her voice. Her body felt tense, her thoughts wandering further as her mind refused to let go of the idea.
Biting her lip, she rubbed her thighs together, the warm sensation building inside her. It wasn't just the physical longing—it was the emotional connection she craved, the deeper intimacy that came with knowing someone loved you so deeply that they couldn't keep their hands off you. She adored Izuku's tenderness, but the lack of a bolder move was driving her crazy.
Her hands trembled slightly as she leaned back in her chair, eyes staring blankly at her latest invention. "Why does he have to be so...respectful?" she thought with a mix of love and exasperation. She knew he cared about her—he showed it in a thousand different ways-but she couldn't help but feel like they were holding back something that could bring them even closer.
Her fingers absently traced patterns on the workbench, mind still racing body still restless. "I want him..."
Mei's breath quickened, her heart pounding as the realization dawned on her. Her body felt like it was burning from the inside out, an ache she couldn't ignore anymore. She shifted restlessly in her stool, feeling the heat pool in her lower abdomen as her thoughts kept spiraling.
"Is this is what Momo was talking about" she thought, her face flushed as her knuckles whitened from gripping the edge of the workbench.
Mei had always been practical, always focused on her inventions, but now her mind was completely elsewhere. She understood now—she was horny, and the thought of izuku was only making it worse. She closed her eyes, biting her liphard, trying to will the sensation away, but it wasn't working. The desire for him was all-consuming.
The tender kisses they shared weren't enough anymore—she wanted more, needed more, and her body was screaming for it.
"Damn it, Izuku," she groaned softly her voice strained with want.
Mei's frustration was at its peak. They had been together for months now, and while she cherished every hug, every kiss, it wasn't enough to satisfy the growing need that had been building inside her. Every time she playfully goaded him to let his hands roam or to deepen their kisses, he'd blush and pull back, keeping their intimacy gentle and respectful. But tonight, she didn't want gentle. She wanted him-all of him. She could still feel the ghost of his touch from earlier, the warmth of his embrace. Her body ached for more. She moaned his name softly, her breath heavy and lips trembling with desire.
"Why won't you just...take me already, Izuku?" she whispered, her voice raw with want.
Her mind raced with thoughts of what it would be like if he stopped holding back, if he let go of his shy, careful nature and touched her the way she craved. The fantasies made her heart race, and her body throbbed with need. She leaned forward on her workbench, her legs trembling as she clenched her thighs together. She needed to find a way to ease the tension, but the only solution that truly satisfied her was him, the thought of being alone with him, feeling his hands on her, made her shiver with anticipation.
Without thinking, Mei lifted her shirt, exposing her bra and feeling the warmth of her skin as she grabbed herself. Her fingers grazed over the fabric, and for a moment, she allowed herself to savor the touch, imagining it was Izuku's hands instead of her own. The sensation made her heart race faster, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
Her thoughts were consumed by the idea of what it would be like if he were here, his hands exploring her with the same care and intensity she often felt when they kissed. She squeezed herself gently, her mind wandering deeper into her fantasy, wishing that soon, lzuku would be the one to fulfill these desires shecould barely contain.
Mei's other hand slid down into her cargo pants, her breath growing heavier as she became fully immersed in the moment. Her hormones surged, and the longingshe'd been suppressing for Izuku took over her senses. Her body responded eagerly to the sensation her mind painting vivid fantasies of him—his touch, his warmth, the way he made her feel safe yet desired.
She whispered his name again, lost in the intensity of her thoughts, her body trembling with a need she had never experienced so powerfully before.
Mei's breath hitched sharply as her fingers gently rubbed against her intimate area, sending waves of sensation through her body. Her other hand continued to massage her breast, heightening the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing. She whispered lzuku's name with a carnal, desperate need, her voice barely above a shaky breath.
Her thoughts were consumed by the desire to feel his hands on her, his body against hers, and the longing she had kept at bay for so long fully unleashed. Her mind raced as her body reacted, driven by pure, unfiltered want. Mei's heart raced as she surrendered to the waves of her desire, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts about Izuku and the intimacy she craved. Each breath she took felt heavier, her surroundings fading into the background as she focused solely on the sensations coursing through her body.
"Izuku..." she whispered, the name escaping her lips like a prayer, a plea for connection and passion. Her fingers moved with an urgency fueled by her yearning, each touch igniting a fire within her that she never knew could burn so intensely.
In that moment, all the confusion and hesitation about their relationship faded away. She embraced her desires, feeling empowered yet vulnerable, exhilarated by the sheer force of her feelings for him. Lost in her thoughts, she imagined Izuku there with her, his gentle smile and those warm, reassuring eyes filled with love and understanding. What would it be like to share this moment with him, to have him there to explore this new territory together? The fantasy ignited her senses even more. But amidst the heat of the moment, a flicker of doubt crept in. Would he understand? Would he be ready? She felt ready.
Just as her fingers grazed her most sensitive spot, threatening to make her moan out loud, the door to her lab flew open with a loud bang. "Hey, Mei! You in here?" Ochako's bright voice cut through the air like a bolt of lightning.
Mei practically jumped out of her seat, yanking both her hands up to her chest as if she'd been electrocuted. "Wha-!?" she squeaked, eyes wide with shock. Her heart pounded even harder now, but for a very different reason. She spun around in her chair to see Ochako standing in the doorway, her usual cheerful expression quickly turning to confusion.
"Uh, are you okay?" Ochako asked, raising an eyebrow as she took in Mei's flustered, red face and the awkward way she was sitting. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Mei's brain scrambled to come up with a response, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She had just been doing something she'd never even considered before and now Ochako was here, completely oblivious to what she'd just interrupted. Mei cleared her throat and quickly fumbled with some tools on her desk, trying to act natural.
"Oh! Yeah, yeah, totally fine! Just, uh deep in thought! About...inventions! You know, the usual!" she babbled, her voice a little too high-pitched.
Ochako blinked, clearly unconvinced, but shrugged it off. "Oh, okay. I was just coming by to see if you wanted to grab something to eat. You've been cooped up in here all day."
Mei nodded vigorously, desperate to change the subject. "Yeah! Food! That sounds great. I could definitely use a break. I've been, uh, working really hard."
Ochako smiled, though she still eyed Mei suspiciously. "You sure you're okay? You look super flustered."
Mei waved her hand dismissively, trying to force a grin. "I'm fine! Just. focused! But yeah, food sounds great. Let's go!" As they left the lab, Mei couldn't help but let out a shaky breath, her mind still racing from the close call. She was so not ready to explain what she'd been thinking–or doing.
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