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Fifty-Seven

Waking in the Morning Beside You

Light had just barely started to peek through the small gaps in Uraraka's curtains, another telltale sign that spring was on the horizon. While it wasn't much light, it was enough that one could actually make out individual pieces of furniture. The dimness of the early morning light cast the room in a cozy gloom, practically begging the occupants to roll over and go back to sleep.

As much as he wanted to do just that, Izuku knew that he had to get up since this would be a full day of work studies for him. He had to make it back to Endeavor's agency and he had to make it back with enough time to take a brief shower, gather his gear, and get down to breakfast in a timely manner. If he was even a minute late, he felt like it'd look suspicious or obvious that the happenings of the previous night had clung to him. Speaking of things clinging to him, he felt like he was in heaven at that very moment since he was utterly surrounded by the scent of Ochako.

Sometime during the night her shirt had managed to get ruffled up and was now caught up around her ribs and if he looked carefully, he could just make out the beginnings of under boob. Izuku was currently lying on his belly, his face smashed into her belly. How he'd ended up in that position during the night, he honestly wasn't really sure. They'd started innocently enough, with him resting on her chest and listening to the gentle beating of her heart. He remembered rolling onto his side at some point and spooning with her—a truly sublime position in his opinion—but after that he'd fallen asleep.

Now he was halfway down her torso, cheek smashed against her navel, one hand at his side, the other near her shoulder and holding onto one of her mitted hands. Both his feet seemed to dangling over the foot of the bed. It was a far better way to wake up than the last time they'd had an accidental slumber party. At least this time, he wasn't floating up above the bed completely confused as to how he'd gotten there.

The alarm on his phone hadn't gone off just yet but he felt certain that it would go off soon. Deku had set it to go off at five thirty in the morning so that he'd have a little extra time to drag himself out of bed, and by extension, Uraraka's embrace. He needed to be to Endeavor's agency no later than six thirty, which he felt confident that he could do as long as he left no later than six.

Izuku took a deep breath in and savored the overpowering scent of peonies, strawberries, and maybe something like a freshly baked pie. Was the scent of fresh pie just part of her natural perfume or did she have a scented candle somewhere? Perhaps some sort of smelly plugin? He figured that whatever products she used on her hair were likely responsible for the peony and strawberry scent but the underlying tones of fresh mochi and a freshly baked pie seemed like they didn't belong in that combo. Floral and fruity seemed more like they could go hand in hand, but mixed with baked goods? He wasn't certain that was a scent combo that would exist outside of a candle, plugin, or an actual baked pie.

Whatever the origin of her intoxicating scent, he didn't really care, he just knew that he loved having all his senses surrounded by her. Thinking of his senses he thought back to the previous night with a little flutter in his stomach. It had been a surprise; it had been unexpected; it had been hot.

When she'd asked if she could touch him, he'd about come in his pants then and there but had managed to get a grip on that feeling and allowed her to proceed. Of course, once she started to actually touch him and then boldly go beneath his briefs he'd lost all control. The mere memory of her stroking him was more than enough to make his loins tingle with arousal. He'd not intended to fall over the edge so quickly or so easily but he couldn't help it. The idea that she wanted to touch him, to explore him made all his accumulated wants and desires explode then and there.

He'd been so overtaken by that sensation that he'd operated without thinking and had done something that had surprised even him: taken the lead. Of course, that had escalated things even further and he'd had the great privilege of getting to touch Uraraka—all of Uraraka.

That thought alone was enough to make minor morning arousal transition into a full-blown morning boner. The memory of the feel of her breasts under his hands and the sensation of her nipple between his teeth blissfully filled his mind. Not to mention the truly exquisite softness hidden beneath her cute little black panties. He'd not been able to spend nearly enough time there, if he was being honest. He'd been able to feel a lot but he couldn't see it and oh, how he wanted to see her. She'd felt like silk made flesh, that mixed with the wetness of her arousal had been enough to send him right back into pitching a full flown tent despite a raging boner and orgasm not long before. Adolescent boys' sexual stamina truly was a curious thing.

Deku had wanted to pull back the covers and peel back her panties and look fully at her under more than just the gloom of darkness. He wanted to bury his face between her soft folds, tickled by the nest of delicate curls, and lap at the well of ambrosia before him. But he'd not been able to go that far so instead, he'd been happy to touch her, stroke her, and then much to his delight her hand covered his and guided him to what she needed. That had apparently been enough to push her over the edge, not that he'd been any the wiser to that happening. The sounds she'd made had spurred him onward though, and so he'd boldly decided to see if she'd allow him to touch her on the inside and much to his surprise and elation, she had!

Izuku wasn't so bold or stupid that he'd try to do anything more than one timid finger. From what little he did know of penetration and sex stuff in general, he knew that some women didn't like much penetration at all, so he'd wanted to start small and gentle. And thanks to reading that stupid book Mineta had insisted he read, he knew that there was far more finesse required than wild and aggressive finger banging.

Once he'd been inside her, it was like an entirely different kind of heaven. Touching her on the outside had been delightful and wonderful, but feeling her on the inside was warm, exquisitely soft and wet and just…intimate. He'd tried to curl his finger into a 'come hither' motion, something he'd read that was supposed to be nice, while also trying to stroke his thumb over where he thought her tiny pearl of nerves was supposed to be. This was a somewhat difficult task however, since he'd been wildly aroused and teetering on the edge of another orgasm, making any skill he was trying to exert challenging. Not something he'd been looking for, but something that was rather unavoidable.

He thought about trying to get his arousal under control but then she'd made a sound, a moan like none she'd made before and it was the most amazing sound he'd ever heard in his entire life. He was like Odysseus tied to the mast of his ship, bewitched by the siren's song. That had done him in completely and if he was being honest, made him quite sleepy as a result. He knew in theory that orgasm lent itself to successful initiation of sleep, but he'd never before actually experienced that; until now.

Of course, then he'd managed to make things weird by insisting on tasting the finger that had explored her. He thought he could get away with that—unseen thanks to the darkness, but alas, he had no such luck. Uraraka had seemed alarmed by it at first but then seemed okay with it, which he found immensely relieving, since in truth he really, really did want to go down on her. Not that he really knew how to do that that well, at least right now. It was an act that he'd probably need to do many times to gain actual skill in it…but that wasn't something that he was opposed to, quite the contrary; he hoped she'd allow him to do it an infinite number of times.

When she'd admitted that she'd had an orgasm, Izuku felt like he might've died from happiness then and there. He'd been so overjoyed at the admission that he'd been determined to try something like oral on her—convinced that if his hands could get her there then his mouth and tongue could probably do an even better job! But that wasn't something she'd been interested in…at least not right now. Things had settled down after that and she'd generously loaned him a pair of oversized gym shorts to wear instead of his soiled underwear.

The light peeking in through the curtains was growing a bit brighter. Izuku blinked against the dim morning light, casting a tentative glance upward from his position on Uraraka's stomach. Even with the dim light, he had a nice shot of under boob since her shirt had climbed up her torso during the night. It was a very nice image to wake up to. He moved his hand that held hers and down toward her thighs, gently stroking along her inner thigh. She shifted beneath him, her eyelids fluttering—likely on the cusp of snapping open.

The buzzing of the alarm on his phone nearly sent him flying out of the bed. Uraraka's eyes sprung open at the sound just as Izuku tumbled out of the bed, stumbling out of and off the bed and clumsily making his way over toward her desk to try and get to his phone. He ran into her desk chair briefly before successfully pawing at his jeans that Uraraka had folded the previous night. The phone continued to buzz—loudly—but try as he might, Deku couldn't seem to get to the stupid phone without knocking everything else onto the floor…and that was ultimately what happened.

Shirt, winter vest, jeans, belt and soiled underwear clattered onto the floor and all Izuku could do was stare at them as they tumbled off the desk. Great start to the morning, Izuku, he thought to himself with a frown as he quickly squatted down to grab his still buzzing phone.

Finally, silence returned once he'd turned the alarm off and he let out a sigh of relief. He turned his head in the direction of Uraraka's bed and was mildly disappointed to see that she was sitting up in bed, her shirt having fallen back down over her torso, her gaze on him and bleary with confusion. Her hair was a mess and sticking up at odd angles—a serious case of bedhead but a sight that made his heart tickle with affection. He briefly wondered if his hair looked just as wild, considering that his hair was far more textured than her silky tresses.

"Sorry," he whispered and he hurriedly scooped up his belongings and set them down on the desk in a rather unceremonious fashion.

"S'okay, come here," Ochako said, her voice still heavy with sleep. She sounds amazing even when she's half asleep, he thought to himself as he giddily turned toward her and returned to the bed. He eagerly climbed into the bed next to her. He was painfully aware that his time with her this morning was limited and the clock was ticking, so every moment counted.

As Deku lay down beside her, he gently started trying to soothe some of the wildness from her hair. The locks were soft between his fingers, softer than he thought somebody's hair should be. Maybe she's just the softest or maybe I'm just used to my own hair, he thought to himself idly. As he continued to smooth her hair and as he looked at her and those warm chocolatey eyes sleepily gazing at him, he had the overwhelming urge to plant a kiss on her forehead; to pepper her entire face with light morning time kisses.

His hands moved down along her hair to her jawline as he drew her toward him. Izuku planted a feather light kiss on her forehead, then one on each of her delicate eyebrows, followed by one on each cheek, until he planted a last baby soft kiss on the tip of her nose. He pulled back a little to smile at her, feeling a warmth start creeping into the pit of his stomach the longer he gazed at her.

I think I might be falling in love with her…

It was a large thought, one that carried great weight and made his stomach twist with butterflies of uncertainty. Love was a momentous thing, and when found and embraced, hard if not nigh on impossible to shake loose from. Was he in love? He wasn't entirely sure…he felt great affection for the girl lying by his side. Even before they'd become romantic, he'd only ever had the greatest respect and fondness for her. She never failed to impress him with her constantly putting others before herself.

She'd always been there for him and he felt fairly certain that she probably always would be…if he wanted that. Did he want that? Wasn't it too soon to make that kind of determination? They were very young and still had many lessons to learn and paths to walk before they could consider themselves emotionally mature…but part of the path they'd chosen—to be heroes—required a level of emotional maturity or at least, an adaptability, that other adolescents their age didn't necessarily face. Perhaps that made them more inclined toward faster emotional development. Not to mention the fact that they'd faced some very serious challenges and struggles at their time at UA and were likely to face many more. Strife, struggle, and suffering were almost always guaranteed to create change in a person and change usually yielded growth.

Did he want her to always be there? I think…yeah; yes I think I do, he thought to himself. It was a shaky and uncertain thought and one that carried an unknown weight and likely unforeseen consequences with it, but he felt fairly certain that he cared about her in a way that might be more than just teenage crushing. Even the tiniest of flower buds could bloom into the biggest, most impressive blooms if given a proper chance to grow and thrive. He wanted to let this bud blossom; to see what it would grow into…

Izuku's lips pressed against Ochako's then, relishing in their softness. He didn't have much time left with her and he wanted to leave with the taste of her on his lips, the feel of her soft skin against his fingertips, the memory of her eyes alight with joy, a smile on her face.

Ochako wrapped her arms around his neck then and leaned into him, sighing heavily. "What time is it? It feels really early," she huffed into his neck sending shivers down his spine and a tingling in his low belly.

"Er, um, I think just a little after five thirty. Sorry…I set my alarm early. I've got to be back to Endeavor's agency no later than six thirty, so I set it a little early so we'd, uh, well you know, have some time together," he said as he felt a heat rise in his cheeks. I hope she isn't like thinking I set an alarm that early because I want to do round two of last night…I mean that would be super cool but I am not trying to make that happen, he thought to himself nervously.

She surprised him then by giving the faintest giggle and rolling over onto him, pushing him onto his back and lying over top of him, her face still tucked into his neck. "Wanting to repeat last night?" He felt her nibble on his earlobe which made him jump not to mention made his heart rate soar into triple digits.

I am not! He thought to himself desperately, though having her nibble on his earlobe admittedly felt quite nice…but no! No! He wasn't trying to make sexy times happen, even if he was starting to pitch a tent, no! Get your mind out of the gutter Deku!

"Haha…no? I mean, that'd be great but no, no…I set it early so that I could just be with you. I don't want you to uh, feel, like, er…pressured that we have to always do er…romantic physical stuff. I like just being with you, even if it's just talking or hanging out," he explained in a rush as she trailed little kisses down along his jaw and neck. Not helping, he thought to himself.

Ochako halted her kissing and then settled onto his chest, resting on her arms as she looked up at him. He felt caught in her gaze and somehow warmed by it. She still looked sleepy but her eyes were brighter now, much more alert. Looking at her made him feel like his chest was getting tight and made his belly warm as if a fire had been lit from within.

"Did you sleep okay?" She asked quietly, still looking at him, her head tilted slightly to the side.

It took him a minute to find his voice before he could muster words. "Er, yes, I did…I actually slept pretty hard…uh, how did you sleep?"

She yawned and then gave a languid stretch before replying. "I slept really hard too." He watched as she shuffled over top of him and removed both of her pink gloves that she'd worn to sleep.

"Do you always wear gloves to bed?" He asked curiously.

Uraraka nodded at him. "Yes, well when I remember which is more often than not. It made things kind of annoying when I was little and would go to sleepovers if I forgot them. My quirk doesn't always activate in my sleep but sometimes, well you know, you've experienced it," she stopped briefly as if she were deep in thought before looking at him with a questioning expression. "You activated your quirk once when asleep, right? I remember hearing Nezu and Mr. Aizawa complaining about having to repair the glass."

"Uh, yeah, I, uh did do that one time," he said and briefly looked away from her. Should I tell her about One For All? If anyone really deserves to know, it'd be her. Kacchan knows but that's more so an accident than anything else…I could choose to tell her about it, choose to trust her to keep that secret…but telling her might endanger her. Kacchan knowing is risky enough…if she knew that the power I carried was given to me and that it was coveted by someone as awful as All For One, I think she'd be really worried. Maybe it's best to just keep it to myself for now…I'll tell her when the time is right, he told himself. "Quirks are kind of weird like that I guess."

"They sure are," she agreed and then sat up, straddling his hips. The position change immediately put him on edge, or rather, the edge of arousal. His gaze shot up to her like a rocket and he felt his heartrate once again pick up. What was she doing? What was she planning on doing? They didn't have much time left before he had to leave!

"What are you…" his voice trailed off when she started tugging on his hands, attempting to pull him into a seated position.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked breathlessly once he was sat up, his face close enough to her that he could feel her breath fan his face.

Can she kiss me? Hmmm…yes, but wait, no! No! If we kiss…well if we kiss it's fine as long as it doesn't get out of hand so just keep that in mind, he warned himself as he leaned forward and closed the distance between them. Her lips touched his in a gentle kiss that made his stomach flip flop with anticipation.

A second later and he felt her tongue flick his lower lip, seeking entry; he obliged. Before she could touch the tip of her tongue to his, he beat her to it except he added in a lip nibble at the last second that made Ochako give a little gasp. His hands found their way to her hips before gently sliding up and under her shirt to take in the softness of her bare skin. Her hands moved to his face, cupping it and pulling him closer to her.

Without even realizing what they were doing, Deku's hands gravitated upwards and onto Ochako's breasts. They were divine in his palms, soft like nothing he'd ever touched before, well aside from the softness he knew existed between her legs. His fingers brushed over her nipples, enjoying the feel of the hardened peaks. I wonder if I go under her shirt again and take it into my mouth if that'll make me too excited…he decided it was best to probably not do that since if he did that would almost certainly push things over the PG-13 zone.

Slowly, and with great effort, he broke their kiss and lowered his hands back to her hips. Izuku leaned his head onto her shoulder and sat there a while, savoring the girl he held, uncertain when he'd next be able to do something like this again. Ochako held onto him, gently rubbing his back. Eventually Izuku decided he needed to start getting ready and slowly extricated himself from Uraraka and left her bed.

He pulled his jeans from the desk where he'd put them after they'd fallen and started tugging them on. Ochako moved to his side and took the pair of his soiled briefs and tossed it toward a hamper that was at the foot of her bed. He stopped midmotion and looked at her quizzically.

"I can just take them with me," he said softly and he resumed putting his pants on. It wasn't an entirely seamless fit with the gym shorts she'd given him and his pants. Thankfully, his pants weren't super tight to begin with so while he looked a bit lumpy, the fit was acceptable with the shorts.

"It's okay. I don't mind washing them for you…gives me something to, I don't know, feel close to you, I guess while we're apart," her gaze lowered to the floor as her cheeks turned red, "guess that's kind stupid and maybe kinda creepy."

Deku couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. She was so cute. "I don't think it's weird or creepy."

She looked up at him nervously before grabbing hold of his discarded belt and handing it to him. Izuku zipped up his pants and threaded his belt through the belt loops. Once he'd buckled it in place he removed the shirt she'd loaned him, reached out for his shirt from yesterday and slid it over his head. All that was left was his puffer vest and then he'd be able to head out…though that meant leaving Ochako and he really wasn't looking forward to that.

Ochako held the vest out to him and he gingerly took it from her, not particularly eager to put it on. Once it's on, then you don't have any excuse to hang around any longer…he slid his arms into the vest, his stomach sinking as it settled into place. Time to say goodbye, he thought to himself forlornly.

Izuku moved toward Ochako's sliding door and stopped just in front of it. Ochako was right beside him, ready to send him off. She reached out and slowly pulled open her curtain, bathing the room in dim morning light. It was bright enough that it made both of them blink and squint until their eyes were able to adjust.

"Kinda bright," she said quietly and turned to face him.

"Yeah," he agreed and looked at her. Her hair was still a mess, her shirt was wrinkled and hanging off one shoulder but regardless of all of that, she was perhaps the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on. I'd like to see you like this all the time, he thought to himself as he enveloped her into a hug. "I know we'll see each other tomorrow…but I'm sorry I have to go. I'll think about you all day." Ochako wrapped her arms around him in kind and tucked her face into his chest. Why was it so hard to say a temporary goodbye when we'll just see each other tomorrow? I'll see her in like twenty-four hours and we'll probably text throughout the day…so why am I being so dramatic? So Ridiculous? He wondered to himself until a quiet inner voice supplied him with the answer: because love makes you do ridiculous things.

"I don't know why it's so hard to goodbye, but yeah, we've both got important stuff to do! But…I'll miss you too. Will you text me when you make it to Endeavor's agency?" She asked him, her voice upbeat but also with an undertone of sadness.

"Of course," he said and took a step closer to her screen door. "I'll see you later." I think I love you. He gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and then a feather light peck on the forehead before he pulled her sliding door open.

"See you later," she said as she stepped up to the screen door and watched him crouch on her small balcony. "Be safe!"

He smiled at her and then leapt high up into the sky, away from Uraraka and from UA.

About twenty minutes later, Izuku arrived at Endeavors agency, entered his room via the window and then hurriedly proceeded with a shower and getting changed into his hero costume. After he'd given himself a once over in the mirror to make sure nothing looked out of the ordinary, he headed downstairs to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Even though he had clocked himself as getting to the cafeteria a few minutes after six thirty, very few people were in there. So, he quietly went about putting together some breakfast items and found a nice quiet place to sit and begin eating his breakfast.

When he was about half way through a cup of piping hot green tea, he caught sight of Bakugo and Todoroki entering the cafeteria. They looked like their usual selves, already dressed in their hero attire, their eyes roaming the cafeteria. Todoroki's gaze was clearly searching for him and once it'd locked onto him, he gave a nod. Bakugo's gaze was focused only on the available food.

A few minutes later, both his friends joined him at his table. Todoroki had a bowl of cold soba for breakfast and a cup of warm green tea, while Bakugo had a large pork sausage on his tray and a few rolls of onigiri.

"Hey guys! Did you sleep okay?" Izuku asked cheerfully.

"I slept well. I ended up spending a bit more time at the festival in the company of some of our classmates. Did you know that Yaoyorozu made the kimono she was wearing?" Todoroki asked conversationally.

"Really? I think that actually Uraraka mentioned that to me," he admitted with a nod, recalling the kimono that Ochako had worn and how she'd mentioned that Yaoyorozu had made it.

Bakugo snorted at Deku's response as he shoved an entire onigiri roll into his mouth. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, his mouth full, but his lips smirking and his eyes narrowed with mischief.

Deku choked on his tea and had to spend several minutes coughing and clearing his throat. Even after he'd finished clearing his lungs, his eyes were red rimmed and tearing from all the respiratory strain.

"Are you alright Midoriya? You've got to be careful to not drink too fast," Todoroki asked with concern, his gaze locked onto Deku, worry clear on his face.

Clearing his throat, Deku squeaked, "Yeah, good, thanks!"

"I didn't know that ponytail girl made kimonos. Probably could make quite the chunk of change with a skill like that," Bakugo said, once he'd swallowed the rest of his rice ball.

"I think it is more of a thing she does as a hobby. I didn't have enough time to really assess the quality of the kimono she was wearing," lamented Todoroki.

"I'm sure she'd love it if you assessed it's quality," Bakugo said with an eyeroll before turning his crimson gaze back to Deku. "Your nerd shine is extra bright this morning. Have some good dreams?"

Izuku stared at Bakugo, his hand frozen midmotion with his chopsticks, his oyster rice falling from them. "Wh-what?"

"I fail to see what you're referring to. Midoriya looks like his usual self," Todoroki said with a critical glance in Deku's direction. His different colored eyes examining him.

"Fucking dens—" Bakugo was interrupted when someone aggressively bumped into him, knocking him forward in his seat. He rocked forward before whipping around to glare at whoever had run into him when he spotted a retreating Burnin. She cast a mischievous look over her shoulder in his direction. Somehow her skirt seemed extra short today.

"I don't think she appreciated your comment from a week ago," Todoroki suggested as he resumed eating his cold soba.

"It was kind of a rude thing to say," Izuku agreed.

"Well she should wear longer skirts because with what she's wearing right now, EVERYONE CAN SEE HER ASS," Bakugo shouted the last bit pointedly in Burnin's direction. He looked down at his tray of mostly eaten food and then at Deku and Todoroki. "You losers ready? I bet grandpa is ready. Fucker must wake up at like 4am every day—old motherfuckers and their early ass wakeup calls. He go to bed at like 6pm every day after patrolling, icy hot?"

"I do not keep track of his sleep wake cycles; you'd have to ask him yourself," Todoroki replied tersely.

Deku finished his tea and nodded at Bakugo but before he could say anything he felt his phone buzz. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. It was a message from Uraraka that had a heart emoji and smiley face emoji along with the text, "have a great day! I'm thinking of you!" He couldn't help but smile once he'd read it.

"You good Midoriya?" Todoroki asked curiously, carefully watching his friend as he looked over his phone.

"Y-yes! I'm good! Just got a…nice…message is all," Deku said sheepishly, his cheeks coloring red.

Bakugo pushed out his chair and snorted. "Yeah, I bet."

"What's that supposed to mean? Do you know what he means, Midoriya?" Asked Todoroki as he too pushed out his chair and stood up.

"Uh, what? Don't know er, who does!? Haha! Let's head out!" Deku practically flew out of his chair and nearly sprinted the rest of the way out of the cafeteria.