I must admit, I expected to have this done a double dose for NNN last month, but life happened. Still, then it happened again this month as it's so damn hot some of my family won't be coming for the annual Christmas celebrations, which means I have more time to write-nothing for my main line stories; I need to come up with future plots and ideas for those, but for stories like this that are just disconnected one and two-shots and that issue doesn't exist. With that one comment and a pairing idea, your thing will be the next chapter.

Chapter 2: Why Uraraka Should Have Shot Her Shot

The afternoon warmth gave way to a cool summer's evening over a Japan that was still in ruins but slowly rebuilding itself, not to its former glory but a better one, one that many would fight to ensure it wouldn't make the same mistakes. Leading that charge were students like those at U.A. who, after their experiences in the way, refused to allow those who came after them to sacrifice their innocence in battle as they did.

But despite all they had been through, they were still in their second years, and there were moments when that showed more than others. This was one such moment.

"Uraraka, what the heck happened? You had it in the bag!" Ashido waved her arms about, pointing at the blushing Uraraka, who buried her face in one of Yaoyorozu's pillows. As it was Friday, they could stay up later as most didn't plan to attend Saturday classes or do anything besides relax the next. This was the perfect time for the girls to discuss a significant change they had been unfortunate enough to see not even an hour earlier in the common area.

"I don't know, I panicked!" Uraraka's response was muffled as she screamed into the pillow, but they could make it out well enough.

"I panic when I realize we have a test the next day, and I totally forgot to study. I panic when I borrow Jiro's make-up and forget to ask for it; this," Jiro glared at Ashido for that annoying habit from the pink-skinned girl, a glare she ignored for now. "This wasn't a panic; you ran out of there so fast. Iida probably thought you were his sister."

Watching something start out so well and end so terribly was sad. Ashido couldn't think things could have been worse if Shigaraki and Toga had returned from the dead just to add drama. Poor Midori looked so confused about why Uraraka was blasting up the stairs.

Yaoyorozu came to Uraraka's defense on the matter. "I feel like you're being too harsh on her, Ashido. It's not like any of us have any experience with this." Ashido pouted there, as while a hopeless romantic, she liked to think she preferred the idea of romance over the real thing, but that didn't mean she was against the idea since people got in their heads that she and Kiri were an item, no-one ever made a mode, and when she did-they always turned out horrible.

"(Kero) Maybe, but it shouldn't be this hard, right? She was not asking a stranger; he would have probably agreed." Asui stated the ever-present voice of reason.

"He wouldn't have just refused. He's not that type of guy!" Uraraka removed her head from the pillow to defend her friend.

"Then…why'd you bail?" Jiro asked, as that just seemed confusing. She believed he would say yes, yet she never gave him the option.

"I don't know!" Uraraka slumped back.

"Isn't it obvious, ladies?" The girls of class 2-B turned to their invisible member. "It's the classic fear. She and Midoriya are like best friends, and she doesn't want to risk that by trying to become something more, even if she totally wants them to be."

Uraraka wasn't sure she liked how cliché that sounded, but it did sound close to the truth. "I mean…I know that I like him, but the thought of asking." She knew that people could date, not work out, and return to being friends just fine, but what if they weren't part of that group. Of course, she wanted them to work, she really did, but…she didn't know what she was so concerned about, and she hated it as she had faced off against villains, seen her country fall apart, and still kt trying-even fought and was nearly killed by Himiko Toga and never once wavered, what was so different about this?

"Fear or not, she can't keep wasting time like this. Even before all that crap with the villain war, Midoriya was one of the better options in class. Sure, we won't make a move…I hope." Jiro turned to Ashido, who seemed offended that she would be single-ed out.

"Hey, I'm many things, but I'm a loyal friend. Uraraka gets dibs!" Jiro's unimpressed look should have been studied for just how much it said with how few facial moments.

"The point is that others might try and ask him out. We don't even know if he's just into girls, as I saw and heard some general studies students talking about him." She finished, as it didn't help that the appeal their resident green boy was getting was rising thanks to the facial scar he was rocking now.

Earlier, the students of class 2-B were relaxing after a hard day of study and training. Many hated that, as they had survived the war and wondered what more there was to teach, which their teachers seemed to take as a challenge to just force as much knowledge into their heads as they could at an accelerated pace. Nezu seemingly takes extreme joy with some of his ideas for assessments.

Though it wasn't like things hadn't changed, while they all survived through several miracles all around, they still lost some things, as Aoyama, feeling like he wasn't worthy of being their classmate, dropped out. At the same time, Izuku sacrificed One for All, leaving him with embers that would burn out any day now. But they didn't let such things keep them down, as Izuku was still with them. Aoyama maintained regular contact through letters, and the fancy guy refused to use something like 'unclothe' as friends.

"Um…Deku, can I ask you something?" Midoriya turned from the conversation he was having with Asui, Iida, and Todoroki when Uraraka approached, the girl nervous about something.

"Oh, sure, Uraraka! What do you need?" Midoriya smiled at her, always ready to hear a friend's issues and find ways to help them. This was one of many traits that led to Uraraka's situation.

"Well, we have some free time off this weekend," she started. While they were often encouraged to attend Saturday classes from the start, they had been spending most of their weekends helping rebuild Japan or conducting patrols with their agencies to keep the peace. So I was thinking…that…we hang out…like a date." She whispered the last part too softly for the immediate 3 to hear.

Hearing her admit that made Jiro sharply turn her head from the couch where she had been watching some movie with Momo and Denki. Her reaction was enough context for Hagakure and Ashido to quietly cheer as their girl had finally done it.

Sadly for them, Midoriya had no clue about her feelings and thus couldn't have suspected what she had said as he leaned closer. "Like a what? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that last bit, but did you say-"

Uraraka's confidence couldn't last as she backtracked. Waving her hands about to keep Izuku from figuring it out. She focused on his rugged scar-stop it! "What? No, of course not! That's romantic, I wasn't asking anything about that. Friends! Like a friends thing, nothing more! Just you, me, Iida and Tokoyami!" She squeaked, which made Ashido slam her head into the table in frustration. At the same time, Tokoyami, who had been off to the side with Kota and Sato, looked up, confused at being called out.

He wasn't the only one as Midoriya tried to figure out what Uraraka was talking about. "Tokoyami? I'm not against hanging out with our classmates, but don't you mean Todoroki?" Todoroki, for his part, was silent as he suspected that there was more going on here but couldn't figure out what that was. Asui remained non-responsive, though she was just as disappointed in Uraraka as Ashido was.

"It can be anyone, I need to go!" Uraraka didn't finish her sentence before she turned and bolted, leaving the common area in silence for a moment.

"What…just happened?" Midoriya asked as he was pretty sure she asked for a date, but she quickly rejected the entire idea. Was he that bad a date? Was she already seeing someone? Wait, if she swung for the home team? But if she was, wouldn't she tell him? They were friends, but what if they weren't that close?

"You know, Midoriya. You can just ask if she likes girls later." Todoroki told him, Midoriya blushing when he realized he had been muttering his thoughts again. Todoroki hardly faulted him for it as they talked about their internship plans. Tsu had been working with Ryukyu as usual. Iida with Manuel, but Todoroki and Midoriya had been bouncing around as Endeavour had retired from hero work shortly after the war, and his agency was dissolved. They did have plans to work with Burnin, who was planning on starting her own agency, and she had been open to it.

"He thinks I'm gay?" Uraraka bewilderedly asked after hearing how things had gone when she ran out of the commons.

"Well, what did you want him to take away from you just refusing the idea of dating him? That you didn't like him? That he was like Mineta?" Jiro asked her, which made Uraraka gag as no, oh God no.

"Not that!" Uraraka shot back, as it would have been cruel if she had made him think she saw him anywhere close to the class pervert. Still, if he thought she was gay, then he wouldn't believe she was a viable romantic partner either.

"Calm down. You can clear the air with him later, but first, you should do so with Tokoyami and Iida. You wouldn't want them showing up for your date." Yaoyorozu told her that this could still be salvaged. It wouldn't be easy, and Uraraka would need to find the backbone she had when she faced Toga, but it could be done.

"That wouldn't be fair to them," She agreed with them, as she wasn't too close to Tokoyami, but she would be a total bitch if she just used him like that. "Okay, I'll call them later…would it be cool if I told Deku tomorrow? I need to prepare for that."

"As long as you get it done," Asui told her as the girls got up, wishing one another a good night before they left. Uraraka hyped herself up as she walked down the halls to her room, and when the sun rose the following day, she would finally confess.

One for All or not, Izuku had become an early riser and someone who enjoyed training. So, like he had been doing for nearly a year now, he was up at 5am on the dot and out the door to go out for a morning run. Jogging around U.A.'s vast campus, he noticed the dark clouds brewing.

'The weather did say there'll be some light showers.' Izuku thought, but he had packed an umbrella. He should be safe to finish his run, head to the gym, and get some weight training before returning to prepare for his study session with Uraraka and the rest. "Maybe a little rain would be a good thing." He smiled as things had been a little warm recently; some light summer rain was sure to help relieve the heat, and if it lasted till afternoon, it would be the perfect weather for a relaxed study session with his friends.

Izuku would soon eat those words. While the weather had been correct in that there would be rain, it had grossly underestimated the severity of it. In general, Japan and the western Pacific region still felt the effects of the massive fires that had burned because of the Todoroki's massive battles during the final battle.

The result was that the 'light showers' typical of this time of year evolved into thunderstorms pouring sheets of rain into central Japan, accompanied by howling winds. This was the site that Uraraka and the rest of the class woke to.

"Damn, it's really coming down." Kaminari whistled as he looked out the window, one pelted with raindrops, as he saw tree branches swung around in the winds.

"Indeed, I had been putting on my running shoes when it started to kick up, so I elected to remain indoors." Iida nursed a cup of coffee, a drink he typically had after his morning run. Still, as one was out of the question, he decided to skip it.

Sero was scrolling through the weather report on his phone as he ate his breakfast, and it didn't look good. "I just checked the news. It seems like it will worsen throughout the day, so call activities have been canceled." Some stations were even calling it a typhoon, as many businesses closed for the day to encourage people to stay indoors.

"Looks like you'll need to call Midoriya and tell him you can't head to the library like this." Hagakure told Uraraka, who slumped in her seat as that was a hit to her plans, and after she had worked up the nerve to message Iida and Tokoyami the night before to explain things to them, both being completely understanding, even Iida sent her a thesis length message about why they shouldn't get physical with their date which amounted to 'Teenage pregnancy is bad'.

"Speaking of exercise, where's Midoriya?" Ashido asked. She would have thought he would be one of the first downstairs, but his bushy green head was nowhere to be seen, even with the entire class present.

"He leaves earlier than the rest of us, so he's probably out there," Shoto explained calmly as he ate. At that exact moment, they saw the flash of lightning, followed by the loud bang of thunder.

"Well, sucks to be him. U.A.'s huge; it'll take him forever to get back here in this weather." Mineta shrugged, as he had tried to go with Midoriya on his morning training, reasoning that it was part of why girls liked him. he had only done it a single time and, after that, decided that he would never do so again as what Izuku called 'light' training, was nearly as brutal as what Aizawa put them through.

"And he'll be soaking wet," Sato added, hoping that Midoriya saw the poor weather conditions for his sake and hunkered down somewhere to wait for the storm out.

"Why did I open my mouth?" Izuku asked himself as he hid beneath his All Might brand umbrella, but his lower half was already wet with the winds as strong as they were. He had gotten halfway through his workout and was going to the gym when the light shower became a downpour, leaving him with few options. If he had One for All, it would be less than a minute back, but without it, it would take at least 10 minutes to run back to the dorms.

Deciding to take the chance, he breathed before breaking into a spring and racing down the path back to the dorms. But it wasn't easy as the wind was against him, leaving him to angle his umbrella against it, exposing more of his body to the rest of the storm's wrath. He started to feel water hitting his shoulders. He felt it in his bones when another lightning strike occurred, followed by thunder. But then the wind suddenly changed directions, pushing him forward and shaking the umbrella in his hand, but it held.

'I need to thank Mom for this birthday present.' He thought to himself as if nothing else, the All Might name wasn't slapped on just anything, as the umbrella was built as sturdy as they came, so it would take more than what this storm could give to wreck it.

"Crud Mushrooms!" He heard someone yell over the howling winds. When he turned the corner, he saw someone was also out and about. With their umbrella turned inside out and rolling away from them, he could also tell why they yelled to begin with.

Their brown hair reminded him of Uraraka, but then he caught sight of her eyes as she got up from where she had been knocked over by the wind and realized it was something one.

"Komori!" His fellow hero student jumped in fright at hearing someone yell her name. Turning, she saw that it was Midoriya who ran over to her, soaked to the bone, but his eyes were still more concerned for her. "Are you all right?"

"Midoriya? What are you doing out here? It's raining cats and dogs!" she yelled, reaching for her umbrella to salvage it. But then the winds changed again, and she tumbled, only for Izuku's quirk reflexes to save her, pulling her close to him under his umbrella, which reddened them.

Izuku ignored the reality of having a pretty girl pressed against him and focused more on the act of nature around them. He spied a large branch snapped off a tree and flew deeper into the forested area to the side of the path. "We can talk later, but we can't stay out here; it's unsafe!"

"But the dorms…" Komori held him, taking solace in his umbrella now that she was wrecked and gone. When another crack of thunder went off, closer than the last few, she shivered more, only to feel Izuku's arm tighten its hold on her waist.

"We just need shelter, the greenhouse! It should be close, right?" Izuku realized, as U.A. had plenty of clubs, many of whom had buildings set aside for them across campus, and he recalled hearing about the botanist's club greenhouse a while back.

Komori recalled it much more evident than he did, as she had spent considerable time there working on their fungi section. "Just down the way!" She pointed down the path she had been going down, but it was still a ways off, as even if the rain and winds weren't obscuring their vision, they wouldn't see it from here.

Izuku nodded before he decided on another choice to speed things up. "Hold on!"

"Wh-wha!" Komori yelped as Midoriya picked her up one-handed, the shorter girl instinctively wrapping her limbs around him as his hand rested just above her rump, leaving her with a fierce blush, one that Izuku shared as he yelled in his head to ignore how wet they were, how she felt in his arms, and how their midsections were so close.

Channeling the same determination that saw him through his most brutal fights, he tightened his grip on her and his umbrella. He ran down the path toward the sanctuary. That determination allowed him to ignore how she bounced with every step he made. Kinoko was in the same boat, and her face only grew a brighter shade of red as she felt him up without meaning to. Her arms noting just how stiff and unyielding his muscles were, the same with her legs wrapped around his midsection, almost like they were in the stand position for se-

'No, don't think it, girl! Don't let his wet, muscular body get you started! He'll feel it, rain be darned, and…' She rejected, but that rejection died midway as she continued to feel him up as they ran, or rather, he ran with her in his arms. He didn't have a quirk anymore, right? So that meant he was doing all this through sheer strength and stamina, as even though he had been carrying her for a while now, he didn't seem even a little tired, and his hold on her didn't waver.

Psilocybin, if he could translate that strength and stamina into…other activities, how would she keep up?-no! 'No, not me- someone else!' She screamed in her head.

She wasn't the only one whose head was falling deeper into the gutter, as despite his iron will, it was proving a challenge too great for Izuku to ignore the girl in his arms, as she was soft, incredible, and so for a hero student. He knew she wasn't as physical as Uraraka, but even with her clothes on, his finger slipped past her top and skirt, allowing him to feel the smooth skin of her back. He liked it-he liked it a lot.

Then there was her scent. She must have showered before she ever left the dorms. Still, the rain would have washed away any smell from her soap, so what he was picking up now had to be her natural scent, which smelled like an old forest filled with flowers and sweet-smelling fungi. His hand shifted, going from her back, subconsciously moving further south. He knew it was wrong, incredibly inappropriate, and the type of thing Mineta would have done, but he couldn't help it.

Kinoko let out a breath of shock when he grabbed one of her butt cheeks should have broken him from his hormonal daze, but it just threw fuel into the fire as he wanted to hear what other sounds she could make.

"Midoriya," Kinoko breathed out, having been caught off guard by his bold move but finding that she didn't dislike it; if anything, she wanted more of it as she used use of her core and leg muscles to adjust herself in his arms, his hand remained on her butt, but now she was grinding her crotch against his, being rewarded by the guttural groan Izuku made in pleasure.

Her breath started coming out heavy as she rested her head on his neck, taking in his sweaty scent. She knew he worked out in the mornings, everyone did, and while it still felt like an ocean was pouring on them, she could still pick up the scent, the smell of a hard-working man and good God, did that make her wet as she lapped and bit at his neck, not caring that she could quickly leave marks behind-no, she wanted to leave marks behind.

Feeling her reciprocating his advances, she spurred on something in Izuku. He likes to think he isn't competitive but is happy to be included and have fun. Still, he didn't compete with Bakugo or last in the U.A. without developing a healthy sense of competition. And he would be damned if he let her just do as she pleased.

His umbrella fell from his hands, leaving them at the mercy of the storm as his now free hand gripped her other butt cheek, foundling them like soft dough, Izuku being able to tell that she did indeed have some muscle underneath all that lovely, smooth ass. His hold on her also meant that he gained control over her grinding, forcing her closer to him so that she could feel just how much he liked this.

Kinoko didn't feel cold from the wind and rain; her body was too hot. Izuku was too hot from their lustful encounter, and it was only getting hotter as she could feel it; even though multiple layers of clothing and underwear, Izuku was hard and was oh so big and hot. The same was true for Izuku, as their wet clothes made it easy for him to feel her bra-covered boson, the plumpness of her body, and a growing warmth between her legs.

When lightning flashed through the sky, lighting up the area before it was followed by a deep blast of thunder, neither jumped or suddenly broke up. Still, it served as a proper reminder of where they were. "Is there anyone else at the greenhouse?" Izuku asked, Kinoko shivering under how intense his eyes were and how much they desired her.

She was no fool; she could tell why he would ask now, and in truth, she was happy that he did as she flashed him a smile, the wind blowing her hair out of her face so he could take in all her features, his heart skipping a beat when he was reminded of just how beautiful she was, especially those star-like eyes, eyes that had a deep hunger for him. "No-they shouldn't be."

A large greenhouse stood amid the roaring thunderstorm that was evolving into a surprise typhoon. Like most things U.A.-related, it was an unusually large building. Its walls were made from reinforced glass cooked by some long graduated support class, allowing sunlight to enter yet withstanding the worst nature could throw at it. The structure was so large that it was uniquely two stories tall, with elevated walkways giving access to additional rows for all manner of greenery.

The front door slammed open as Izuku and Kinoko hurried inside. Both students were drenched as Izuku closed the door behind them, locking the violent weather out. They could adequately inspect themselves in safety, and both were a mess. Their clothes were soaked all the way through, and their hair was plastered to their flushed faces.

"We should be in the clear here, though it's not completely dry either," Kinoko stated as she handed him his closed umbrella, the two having had the mind to collect it before it was blown God knew where. "They keep the place warm and moist for some plants." Izuku could feel what she meant. Even just being inside for as short a time as they had, he could feel the difference in temperature and see the dozens of plants housed in the closed environment.

But that only made it all the more apparent that they were dripping wet and also incredibly aroused as their little session outside had left them with a hunger he had never experienced if he was even winded from his experience, that was blown aside, his body thumping with energy and thirst for the mushroom-bobcat girl. He wanted to take her in his arms again, feel her body against him, her ass in his hands, and kiss her, taking all she had and giving her just as much of him.

But he restrained those desires, at least for now. "It's better than outside, but…we should get out of these wet clothes. We could catch a cold," Izuku stated, out of a practical sense and because he wanted to take things further. Without anyone around, where was there harm?

Kinoko smiled, a smile so different from the polite ones she would give or even the excited ones she got when she could cut loose and use her quick. It was sensual, intoxicating to him. "That's true, but how do you suppose we spore some warmth then?" she asked him, stepping closer and daring him to act.

"Like this." And he didn't disappoint as he gently grasped her, one arm going around her waist to pull her close, the other going for her cheek. Despite having been on the same battlefield Dabi had set ablaze, her skin was without blemish, scar, or burn. It was smooth, soft, and healthy. Those stary eyes captivated him in ways he had never experienced before, as he couldn't stop gazing into them as her hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the stiff muscles beneath his wet shirt.

Then he kissed her.

Instead of going wild as they had done outside, it was slower, deeper than base smashing of lips. Their eyes closed as they took in the sensation of tasting the other. It started with gentle, vanilla, and kind glances of the lips. Still, it grew into something more as Kinoko, taking a bold step forward, bit his lower lip and sucked on it, getting a surprised and pleased moan from him.

Her tongue licked at his lips, asking permission before she was let in, both groaning as their hands came to wrap around one another, Kinoko's arms around his neck while both his rested on her waist, feeling how plump the shorter girl was as they kept at it, taking breaths only long enough for them to get some air into their lungs before diving right back in, with Izuku eventually being the one whose tongue explored her mouth.

Eventually, they broke apart, still flushed, if not more so. Their hearts pounding in their chest. Kinoko shivered but then leaned into Izuku's touch when he reached for her top and slowly started unbuttoning it. She knew he wished to tear it off her body, but he didn't want to damage her clothes, which only made her want him more.

Soon enough, her top was done, wordlessly dropped to the floor as she stepped back, Izuku following till she was by one of the vacant rows; jumping back, she sat on it, giving him access to her skirt, which he made short work of, leaving her more exposed then she had ever been in the company of a boy. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her as his eyes went from her face down to her feet, still in shoes, which he gently removed, like she was Cinderella with her glass slippers.

"I'm not much to look at, am I?" She asked as she had long compared herself to the other girls in the locker room and always found herself lacking. She didn't have an ass close to Pony's, wasn't muscular as Itsuka, long-legged as Setsuna, or as surprisingly busty as Yanagi. She was average, more than that-she had gained some weight since the year started from not needing to train as physically as the rest of them, leaving her feeling fat.

Izuku banished such thoughts when he ceased her and went for her kiss, returning the favor to her by biting at it, his hands not idle as they went to her bare waist and sank into her warm flesh.

"You're so much and more, Kinoko. So beautiful, so kind, so compassionate. You're driving me up a wall." He praised her, shifting from one side of her neck to the other as she let out breaths and moans; his hand took hers and moved it to his pants, letting her reach into them and take hold of his dick. "See."

Her hand was just as soft as the rest of her form, her fingers wrapping around his hardened shaft; Kinoko let out a breath as she felt her honey pot stir all the more at the thing she held. She wasn't a fool, she watched porn like every other teen, but she had never thought that a penis could get this hot or hard. Stroking it, her fingers couldn't surround it, while her hand could move quite the way up and down.

"It's big." She breathed out, Izuku enjoying her soft and on his dick and feeling just a little pride at her statement. He hardly cared for it or observed others in the changing room, so he only had porn to compare himself to, and well-he certainly wasn't those guys.

As she felt the veins across his shaft and how it pulsated with his heartbeat, Izuku's hands moved up, taking the straps of her cute little white bra and lowering them off her shoulders, presenting her breasts to his eyes. His eyes widened as he took in their appearance, as Kinoko wasn't like Yaoyorozu. Still, she wasn't small either; it was a perfect middle ground for her body type. They were well shaped, his hands grasping them, telling him they had some weight to them, yet they had no sag to speak on. They were capped with puffy pink nipples whose shape made him laugh.

Kinko had been moaning as he had his way with her breasts, but that left her when she heard him laugh. Opening an eye, she glared at him. "What's so funny, mister."

"Nothing, nothing at all," He nuzzled into her neck, his hands never ceasing, same as hers, which continued to stroke him off in his pants. "Just never thought that these two would be mushroom-shaped." Before she could respond, he moved down to one. He eagerly took its nipple into his mouth, being rewarded with her letting out the loudest, most carnal moan yet. He gently bit the nipple, then bit it harder before lapping at it with his tongue, then leaving and doing the same to its twin, which had her shaking in pleasure as she begged him to continue.

"Best-tasting mushrooms I've ever had," Izuku uttered, getting a squeak from her, before she surprised him by ceasing her little hand job and pushing him back. Stumbling, he kept his balance as he looked at her confusion and anger and at her joy and longing.

"We're not done yet; we must get you out of those wet clothes. Do you really expect me not to take a shiitake and admire that fungi-tastic body of yours?" She asked him, reaching for her back and unhooking her bra, letting it fall and leaving her top bare. Izuku didn't move against her as she reached for his shirt, one of the many pun shirts he owed, and pulled it up and over his head, followed by the compression shirt he had on underneath.

With that gone, she blushed even more, licking her lips in hunger at the sight that awaited her. Izuku wasn't the biggest guy she knew, nor was he the most muscular, but what he did have was refined. Despite how adorable his chubby face looked, his body was lean, his muscles carved from marble. But it wasn't just for show; just like his face, his body was scared of battle and from saving others.

That was such a turn-on for her as she traced scars from blades, burns, and explosions that littered his body. "Bakugo?" She asked, finger tracing a huge star-burst scar on his stomach.

"I asked him not to hold back in training, and he didn't." Was his response, which she hummed to before she continued, kneeling before him with her hands going for his shorts and pulling them and his underwear down in the same action. Her face turned deep crimson when his penis, freed from his pants, came to stand erect as a pillar over her head, casting a shadow that left her wide-eyed. The tips of her ears went just as red as she took in the sight of his manhood.

"Oh, I knew that you were big, but this? This is just a treat, and all for me?" Kinoko smiled, reaching for his penis and tracing its long, thick length, the length having some thick, juicy-looking veins to it as the shaft felt as hot as fire and as hard as iron in her hand. She was scared that she wouldn't be able to handle something like this, especially when paired with his strength and stamina.

But more than that, she was getting wetter just at the thought of it. A glance down revealed that he had a set of balls worthy of the penis that cast a shadow over her. His pubic hair was just as wild as his regular hair.

"Only for you, Kinoko." Izuku breathlessly responded as he stepped out of his pants, and Kinoko went back to stroking his shaft. Still, it was such a challenge that she had to use both hands for it, getting grunts and moans from him at her touch, her fingers dancing across the length of his penis. Tracing its veins, forming rings with her thumbs and fingers, which pressed deeply into it, his cock pulsating even more in approval.

This, when combined with her interrupted handjob, had its head flaring as he started to leak some pre-cum; Kinoko was interested in the white substance and swiped it with her thumb, bringing the wet digit up to her eyes to inspect it.

"It's so sticky, " she mused, pressing it between her thumb and pointer finger as she stroked him; when she pulled her digits apart, a thin string connected them. And warm, " she added before; without much thought, she licked her digits clean, the sight arousing Izuku all the more as she rolled her tongue around her mouth.

"But I like the taste. Do you have more of that mushroom sauce for me?" She asked him, to which Izuku gently took her and guided her lips to his penis tip. He didn't know what he was doing, and she didn't know what she was doing as both were virgins, but they relayed what they had seen in porn, but also just the general vibes.

"Plenty." He replied as he enjoyed the sensation of her hands on his member, but he wanted to feel more. She was happy to oblige him as she leaned forward and gave his tip a kiss, one that made his pulsing member feel even hotter in her grasp.

Letting out a giggle, she continued to kiss it, working her way from his tip down the shaft, all while her hands continued to stroke him off, loving how heavy Izuku's breathing was getting from it. She wasn't exceptionally skilled; at times, she had to stop stroking so she wouldn't get in her own way, but neither cared, as they loved every second of it.

Whenever more pre-cum, Kinoko gave him a haughty, seductive smile, and with a twinkle in her eye, she kissed the top, licking it clean, which made him break his limits in just how much he wanted her, and she knew it; she was soaking and not because of the rain.

"You have such a wonderful little mushroom, Izuku," Kinoko stated. Izuku let out an irritated grunt, which only made her smile all the wider as she stroked him off. "Don't like that? Would you like me to call it a big mushroom?" She teased, Izuku's blood flowing with energy and arousal at just how much of a temptress Kinoko could be when she wanted it.

"Yes." He answered as she kissed the top of his dick, licking at it for a moment before she pulled back, but her hands only grew faster as she gained experience on how to please him.

"And what else do you want from me?" Kinoko asked, her eyes washed with the temptation he was too eager to dive deeper into. "What do you want me to do?"

"Describe it. What do you like about it?" Izuku didn't know what he was doing and didn't care. He just went with the flow of things and let his typically overanalytical mind fade into the background.

Kinoko took the head into her mouth, sucking on it. At the same time, her tongue swirled around it, her hands messaging his shaft, squeezing with an increasingly experienced hand that had him bent over, having to clench his hands to keep what little composure he had.

When she pulled back, it was both a mercy as he could regain more of it and a curse as he wanted to lose just as much. "Hmmm, I like how big it is. It's so thick and long, and you're planning on wrecking me with it, right?" Kinoko asked him, her face flushed both in how horny she was and lingering shame from engaging in something like this when she hadn't even had a proper boyfriend yet.

Though a part of her, one that seemed as bold as Tokage and as thirsty as Mineta, whispered why she would need anyone else, Izuku was in great shape, fantastic personality, a genuinely heroic soul, and frankly, packing a dick that she was eager to experience in all its glory.

"I plan on making you feel as good as you make me feel." Izuku's response came instantly, with no time for thought, but instead, it was a clear truth. The porn she watched never had such a heartfelt thing spoken; it was always about carnal pleasure, even if to ham it up for the sake of the viewers, leaving her surprised she paused in her handjob.

"I forget that you're a softie, well most of you is," Kinoko giggled as she went back to at, with even more intensity than before as such a great guy deserved to have a sexual experience that wouldn't be forgotten, his dick certainly liked it with how much it pulsated in her hands, such a hot rod that wanted her hands, her lips, her tongue and so much more which she was happy to give. "But this mammoth of a mushroom is so heavy, covered in veins, and hot. I love it."

Izuku wasn't ashamed to admit that his ego loved being stroked by her words, as if this was what having a lover was like; he now understood why Kaminari and Mineta had been so eager to get with their classmates. Feeling Kinoko's flexible, warm tongue swirling around his tip also made him smirk, prideful of the knowledge that they'll never have someone like Kinoko as he would be damned if he let her slip from his fingers.

Kinoko continued to tend to his big mushroom for a few more minutes, which felt like an hour to him with how quickly she was learning to drive him up a wall and light a raging inferno in his nerves. At one point, with nothing to grasp as she forced out how many moans, praises, and grunts from him he had grasped her head, Kinoko paused there, and he had been afraid he had stepped too far until he saw the look in her eyes.

'More.' They told her without a word being uttered.

He happily obliged her request, taking control of her motions, pulling back and forth as he rocked his hips so that when he pulled back, just the tip remained in her lips where she swirled, flicked, and licked it with her tongue, only for him to pull her back as he thrust, with an increasing amount of his shaft finding its way into her hot, moist mouth as she sucked him off.

Her hands moved from stroking him to his balls, grasping at them and marveling at how weighty they felt; even with half his dick in her mouth, she didn't break eye contact as she smiled at him, eager to taste more of him as his pre-cum kept on flowing before she felt his mushroom pulsate, harder than before as it seemed to grow further in her lips.

He was getting close, which was a good thing, too, as damn, she had been at it for maybe 10 minutes, and while she loved the stamina, her legs were starting to ache from how she had knelt to tend to him.

Izuku immediately knew something was up when he saw a twinkle in her eye, which she proved to be an accurate observation when just as he was about to tell her he was going to cum, she pulled back completely, letting the warm air of the greenhouse smack into his now saliva coated member that seemed so angry with her for leaving him so close.

Kinoko loved seeing how much he hated it and how much he wanted her to finish it, yet she refused—at least for now, as she wanted this to be a core memory for both of them.

She slowly got up, making sure to rub her body against as she did, leaving his hot, steel-hard, throbbing member pressed against her stomach, its tip letting out pre-cum onto her soft belly as she reached up, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and brought him low for a heated kiss.

Izuku grabbed her by the butt cheeks, getting a pleased breath out of her as he pressed her flush against him, shamelessly rubbing his rick against her, but finding that after the heaven that was her hands and mouth, it was lacking.

Breaking their make-out, Kinoko gazed deep into his eyes. "What about me? What do you like about me, Izuku?"

Once more, just as with her first question, even with how he moved to save Bakugo from the sludge villain what felt like decades ago, Izuku moved without thinking, only now it wasn't his limbs but his mouth. His hands moved from her butt to her face, cupping it as he gazed right back into her eyes, his eyes burning with arousal, want but also genuine care and truth.

"Your compassion and bravery. You're not the strongest or the smartest, yet when you can help, even a little, you always step up. When someone is having a bad day, it doesn't matter if they're in the hero course or not or if they're an underclassman or an upperclassman. You always do your best to help them, even leaving little presents for people."

"Who did you-" Izuku silenced her question with a quick kiss, a peck on the lips as he couldn't help but smile at her confusion, it was nice to not be the one the other end of it for a change.

"Remember, I'm up before anyone else, I saw you leaving away from the support dorms, but I didn't want to intrude." He revealed that there were many things he had learned about his fellow U.A. students just by being an early bird that could blend into the background. Of course, he would never use that against them, but it did help inform him of the characters of those people, getting to see what they did when they believed they were no witnesses.

What he saw with Kinoko had always left him amazed, as those she would leave gifts for would proudly use or display them. But she never revealed that she was the mysterious gift giver because she didn't do it for praise or thanks; she did it because those people needed someone, something to remind them that they can be bad days. Still, they can also be good ones, and that someone cared.

Holding her close, he laid another kiss on her lips, chaste and vanilla, as the two lingered before he broke away. "I like how your smile can light up a room and how frightening you can be with your quirk. Your smile reminds me of Midnight-sensei's; she would be proud of that."

Kinoko looked away in embarrassment at the praise and a little grief at the loss of one of the best teachers. "She helped me work on it, but I'm unsure I can match hers." Midnight spent much time with class B, specifically her after she told her she wished to be an idol-styled hero. The older heroine had done a lot to help her achieve that, even being a rock when she was unsure of herself.

"Then don't," Izuku gently pulled her face back to him, giving her the advice that All Might had told him about being a hero. "It's not her that's here. It's not anyone else that makes me feel this way, that makes me want to so badly I can barely hold myself back."

His face lost some of its flush as he felt no shame for his words, for the truth he would fight AFO bare-handed for. "You're so damn sexy, Kinoko. Your face, your eyes, your smile, your wonderful breasts, an outie belly button, nice long legs, plump thighs, and a butt that I want to hold even after the storm's passed." She laughed, but her eyes only shined brighter as his hands shifted to the part in question as he spoke.

His hands were back on her butt, and he made sure his grip was tight as he smiled. "What I like about you, Kinoko? It would be shorter to name things I don't like about you." He finished, with Kinoko being caught on the flat foot by the entire thing, finding herself starting to tear up at it all.

Wiping them away, she couldn't help herself. "You know, you have such terrible timing. You're not supposed to make a girl tear up with such sweet words when she's got your penis in hand. It's supposed to be the time for sex." She laughed through the tears.

"Times like this are times for being honest," Izuku joined in her laughter, finding that he was so comfortable and liked it. "Though that could also be because I'm a terrible liar."

"You're right; Monoma isn't the only one who wonders why none of us suspected more about your thing with All Might." Kinoko teased him, as once they realized that, the copy quirk user had been on the bent trying to figure out how they kept it hidden.

Izuku shrugged as he questioned it from time to time. Todoroki had picked up the clues but got it wrong by believing he was All Might's secret love child. "Maybe I was using all my luck points on that, but you all know I no longer have One for All. Good thing, too, as I'm sure I needed all my luck to end up alone with you."

"Maybe," Kinoko replied. "So return the favor; I'm so hot right now; I want you to help me, give it to me, give me what I want." Izuku smiled, his own pleasure forgotten in favor of the forest nymph before him as he worked his way day her body, kissing at her neck, chest, breasts, and stomach as he went before he reached her crotch, still covered by a wet pair of white panties and her tights. In a moment of impatience, he didn't remove them but tore them to give access to her panties, which he moved to the side.

"Damn," Izuku uttered, staring at her crotch as she was just as wet as he had thought she would be, her lips covered by a thick brown bush.

"I don't really shave down there…" Kinoko explained as she must have looked like a beast.

"It's beautiful and so natural in form, especially in how it smells." Izuku moved closer, sniffing at it, which made him cry out, but his hands grabbed her hips before she could pull back and rob him of this.

"Don't just go sniffing me!"

"Why? You smell amazing, almost like how your boobs taste like." Izuku smiled up at her, enjoying how flustered she was getting, though, in fairness, he was nearly as red as this was so out of his field, it might as well be another landmass.

"Izuku!"

"Let me see if that smell is the same as the taste." Izuku didn't wait for permission, nor did he ask for it before he buried his nose in her moist, scorching pussy, his lips opening up to allow his tongue out to lick at it, getting her to jump but remain where she stood, thanks to his grip on her hips, which shifted back to her butt.

'He's totally an ass man.' She thought before her mind was shaken by a shudder of ecstasy as Izuku's tongue lashed around her lips, her pubic hair not stopping him as he took in the smell and taste of her musk, sweet on his tongue, alluring as it called him to get more which he did. When his lips found her clitoris, he gently bit on the bundle of nerves.

"Izuku!" She let out a moan, her legs nearly buckling, her breasts giggling with her uneven breath and shuddering frame as Izuku guided her back till she was leaning on the same vacant plant table from before. Without worrying about her toppling over and ruining the fun, Izuku's efforts only increased. She reveled in her taste, smell, and the sounds and cries she let out as he went to town on her.

"Keep going, right there-right theeeereee!" Kinoko cried as he felt his nose assault her clitoris while his tongue danced around inside her; there was no rhythm, there was no reason as unlike when she blew him, Izuku was just ravenous, and she loved it, her hips trapping him in place as he smacked her ass, getting a yelp from her which only made her wetter, something he enjoyed.

Feeling her hips lock his head in place was heaven to Izuku as they were soft and warm but had a layer of hard-earned muscle beneath it all. It also meant that he was closer to her twat. He pulled slightly, only to pay her clitoris some much-needed attention as he took the nub into his lips and messaged it, his tongue flicking at its top, which had her trembling enough so that she had to tightly hold the table or else she would fall over.

"Do you like it, you? Like the taste of my sweet honey pot?" Kinoko moaned at the end as he gently bit on her clitoris. Before she could recover, he shifted focus back to her pussy, which was a worse mess than before. He dived in, his tongue going more profound than the cursory dives from before.

Izuku slapped her butt cheeks, twice for each one, as she grew wetter after them. Pulling back, everything below his nose was covered in her essence, but his eyes burned her with how much they wanted her.

"It's the best thing I've ever had." He grunted out, his breath smacking into her exposed pussy, before he went back in, loving how she clamped her thighs around her head, muffling her cries and moans as he lapped up her essence, ensuring that little managed to slip past his down her legs to the ground.

Izuku had always assumed that people did stuff like this to make their partner feel good or maybe because they enjoyed the act. Still, he was so wrong, as he couldn't get enough of her. Every taste of her nectar made him carve more. Every move he made was in service of that, and it was even better than his lips; his tongue, his nose, and ravenous assault left her shuddering, barely able to stand as her legs were robbed of strength.

It also made him so eager to take things further as he enjoyed her virgin pussy's taste. However, his cock was still throbbing, slick with her saliva from her refusal to finish him off. Nothing would stop him from correcting that, even if the storm blew the greenhouse apart around them.

He growled into her clit, making her mew as she was getting closer; he could tell the discharge was getting more significant; it was managing to taste even sweeter than before. "I'm going to make you feel amazing, Kinoko. Then I'm going to take it all the way." He spoke, his voice coming out rough and half-breath right into her clip, which only made her moan harder as he dived back in so fast it nearly hurt, but that only made it feel better.

"Make me cum, Izuku," Kinoko uttered, breathless and sweaty as she imagined what he would do. He said he was going to take it all the way, not telling her and God, was that hot, to be the one Kendo, not Tokage or the other girls, that could bring out such a beastly side of him.

Was he going to be gentle? Oh, the fuck would he do that with a giant mushroom like that? So large, so eager, and with his stamina, she just knew he wouldn't be soft; he was going to ruin her and fuck her soul out. He would grab her small, plump form and stuff all he had into her searing hot pussy.

Kinoko was close, so close she could taste it as that, along with the fantasy of what was to come, was such a turn-on she couldn't stop it if she wanted to. She wiggled against him, wanting his tongue deeper, his nose rubbing harder, for him to slap her ass more; she enjoyed it!

"I'm nearly there!" She screamed right before he tipped her clit. The spring that had been loaded and compressed in her released it all, Kinoko screaming to high heaven as she came the hardest she had ever done, squirting all over Izuku's face, or at least she would have if he hadn't clamped down on her pussy and started to suck and lick everything she had, which only prolonged her orgasm as he wrung out all she had.

Izuku savored the experience as her pussy contracted around his tongue so tight that it was a struggle to move it as he milked her orgasm for all the nectar it was worth.

Soon her cries petered out as she was worked through her orgasm, leaving her without an ounce of strength as she tumbled over, Izuku quickly catching her as he picked her up in his arms, Kinoko reflectively wrapping her legs around his waist as his hands remained firmly on her ass. Part of her was sure she would be walking around his hand prints on them for a while.

Looking up, his face was a mess, covered in her cum, but she didn't have time to feel bashful as she felt something resting against her still sensitive pussy, something familiar in how stiff, large, and searing hot it was. Turning her gaze to his eyes, she felt like perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew.

"I told you I'll make you feel amazing, and then we're going all the way." Izuku's smile wasn't warm like she had known it to be; it was hungry for more.

And she was the main course.

Yeah, I got a little carried away with one, and its word count was already approaching 10K; there was no way I could fit the rest of the scene into this in a way that wouldn't seem rushed, and the planning aftermath of the two getting together. So that will become in chapter 4, why 4? Well, I already promised in that opening message that chapter 3 will be Izuku x Momo set, with the former becoming U.A.'s principal and the latter being his first hire. That is how I see it; some details might be changed, but the overall suggestion should remain the same.

Also, I had to remove this from the place that shall not be named as someone warned me that it didn't fit the guidelines. However, how loosely they enforce them really means getting noticed is more bad luck than anything else, so I'll only be posting this and the rest of the one-shots, which can now be two-shots, here and on Ao3. Either way, hopefully, I'll get to writing chapter 3 before the end of the month, and if you have ideas or thoughts on these 2 chapters, please share them.

Oh, and I finally watched the first 2 episodes of the final arc of Arcane, and things really keep the quality, as I expected; it does explain parts of why things went so sideways earlier on with what the characters experienced while also setting up these characters to have the powers and/or skills that their champions in the game would have. It also means I finally understand the Ecko x Powder art as AU, as it was kinda fun, a nice little what-if if things hadn't gone so terrible for so many of those Zaun.

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