"Hard to believe the yakuza are even still around."

Izuku nodded slowly, sitting side by side with Kyoka. "I'm not sure I'd even call them yakuza anymore. We were taught what the yakuza were about in history, how they did things, it doesn't fit with what I saw in a lot of ways. Horrible crimes, sure. But they styled themselves more like a modern team of villains than anything that even pretended to be respectable."

"I guess in a way you finished what All Might started," the punk girl joked, one of very few people who would know the full implications of that statement.

"Kyoka!" All Might's successor gasped, looking around to check for eavesdroppers in the lounge.

"Sorry, couldn't help it."

Izuku sighed. She was panicking over nothing. She didn't even say anything conspicuous. Shaking her head, she carried on. "It was scary. It was intense. But it felt amazing to do something good, to be a hero with no question whether it was right or wrong, or if we were allowed, it was just us doing the right thing."

"Yeah," her friend nodded along, seeming to understand. "I mean my thing during the internships? I got a little of that but it doesn't even compare. It feels good to help people. It wasn't really what I got into this for, not entirely. But back then I knew I made the right choice."

"Yeah..." She remembered the smile on Eri's face. After so long enduring such a painful life, she was finally able to smile again.

"Are you doing okay though?" Kyoka asked, the cables of her earphone jacks snaking around Izuku's shoulder as her hand laid on hers. "Felt good or not... From what we saw on the news it got pretty intense."

"Yeah. Things got complicated pretty fast. A bunch of us got separated... It's stupid. I knew we had to focus on the mission, but a little part of me couldn't help but worry about Saiki."

"Seriously? Dude is a flying semi-truck made of sledgehammers. You really worried about him?"

Izuku didn't want to mention the part where Saiki died, that her worries were entirely valid in the end. Instead, "The last time I didn't worry about him was the training camp."

Kyoka winced. "Yeah, that's a... Yeah." They didn't need more context to understand the weight of that exchange. "It all worked out though, right? He was fine." There was a pause, Izuku trying not to let it show that no, he wasn't. But unfortunately, that was still a reaction that Kyoka could interpret. "I get it. You're having second thoughts, huh?" And interpret it wrong.

Or maybe it wasn't wrong. Not really. Right for the wrong reasons. She wanted to say no. It felt like she'd be intruding on something, especially talking about it with Jiro. But given everything, that felt kind of stupid. And it feeling kind of stupid was part of the reason she was having second thoughts. It was hard to come to terms with her feelings for so many reasons, but a big one was just how easy it was for her thoughts to go around in circles like that. "Sorry."

Kyoka tutted. "Izuku? It's your choice. It was always your choice. I don't care to stop you if you want to patch things up. Momo won't either. Katsumi is...Herself. Hell, Hatsume has whatever weird thing with him and it pretty much has nothing to do with us. If you wanna try... Well, Midnight wasn't exactly wrong way back when. It's way easier if you're honest about everything."

"I don't know yet. I'd need to talk to him before I decide anything. And he might not even want to, which would be really embarrassing, but then he did say he wanted to talk about it after the whole thing in the cafeteria so maybe- Ah!"

The jack that just poked her forehead retreated, waving at her. "I'm gonna go get Momo," said the owner as she got up and poked at her girlfriend to get her attention and drag her back to the table.

Momo wasted no more time before she grabbed Izuku's hands as she sat down next to her, Kyoka taking a place across the table. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything? I brought some of my favourite herbal tea if you like! After such an intense day it'll probably be hard to get to sleep, but a nice cup of tea puts me out like a light!"

"Um, thank you, but–"

"Momo. She wants to talk to Saiki. Alone."

"Oh?" It took a second for the implication to set in. But when it did it elicited a bright smile. "Oh! Oh that's wonderful! Ah, platonically of course!" the affectionate girl backpedalled as she released Izuku's hands. "No commitments here! I don't want to make things awkward again! But, here." She reached into her top and pulled out a key. "It's a key to his room."

"Uh... Why do you have a key to his room? Isn't there only one for each room?"

Jiro smiled. Momo blushed. "I, well, as his girlfriend I, thought maybe it would be good... Just in case he might like some surprise company for... Hugging and snuggle time."

"Or some wake-up fun," Kyoka added with a smirk at her female lover.

"Jiro!" Momo hissed quietly. "Ahem, well, perhaps that too... Unfortunately he's always awake long before everyone else so all I've been able to do is climb into his bed for a little bit."

"... When he's not there?"

The refined girl sat there staring at her for a long moment with a fixed smile. "... So of course you can borrow the key! Here you go! Oh, what was that, Koda?" Momo asked the room at large, prompted by nothing at all. "You wanted my help with something! Of course! I'll be right there!"

Izuku watched her head toward a very confused boy who hadn't said a word. Hadn't said a word ever in Izuku's presence now that she thought about it. "Should I... Be worried about that?"

"Nah. She's just the clingy type. It's endearing... Most of the time."

-(-)-

Saiki was tired. More tired than he had felt in over a year. But his entire life has been about forcing himself through difficult and painful things if there was something to be gained from it. Izuku couldn't wait even a single day more to have a 'talk'. There was opportunity in that. It was time to seal the deal.

... Did he feel nervous? Why?

"Are you... Feeling okay?" Izuku asked, slowly rising from his bed. "I, uh, I know you were tired, but, sorry, if you want I can come back some other time."

She ignored the question about Momo, but that was fine, he didn't care about that. "If you wanted to wait you would've waited." He might have been nervous, but there was a cute girl in his room hovering over his bed. Certain parts of him knew what to do next even if his head and heart were hesitating. He approached and brought her down with him as he sat on the bed. "Thank you for bringing me back."

"I wish I hadn't needed to," she admitted. "That was... It was the most scared I've ever been in my life. When All for One had you is second place. It feels like all the hardest times in my life since I came to UA are when you're in danger."

"Remember when you had that hand freak practically holding a gun to your head?" Saiki asked flatly. "I appreciate you worrying about me, but that one not even rating is why I feel like I have to keep reminding you to not die."

"Yeah well maybe I need to start reminding you too."

It felt like an absurd thing to joke about, but the last thing either of them wanted to do was wallow and mope about it. There was a mad euphoria in it. For Izuku, she experienced those few moments of believing the worst had happened, the feeling of all the possibilities crumbling to regrets, and then becoming whole again. And for Saiki, everything falling apart for one simple mistake, but the girl sitting next to him giving him a second chance.

And that was why in that long, contemplative moment, Izuku gathered her resolve, grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, only instants before Saiki took her by the waist intending to do the same.

"I don't want to regret anything," Izuku said as she broke the kiss. "I don't care that you're with other girls. You're precious to me in a way no one else is, and I trust you more than nearly anybody else. That's what matters, and that's why I want to–"

"Izuku," Saiki interrupted her with a finger on her lips. "You like to talk. Some things are said better with actions." He leaned forward to kiss her again, his tongue passing just slightly past her lips.

Before she pushed him away. "You're right." She stood, and for a heartbeat he feared he had come on too strong, until she unbuttoned her blouse and unpinned her skirt, letting both pieces of clothing fall to the floor. She hesitated for a moment, before reaching behind herself and unhooking her bra to let it fall off her shoulders and reached down for the waist of her panties to first tease lowering them, before dropping them all at once. Like she just realised the enormity of what she was doing and worried she'd lose her nerve.

There she stood, her back to him as she stood naked in his bedroom. Slowly she turned to face him, her skin flushed from embarrassment and anticipation as she revealed herself to him. She had no idea what to do with her hands, the temptation there to hide herself.

Not that she had anything to hide. "Amazing." From way back during the USJ incident he knew she had an incredible body hidden under the shy awkwardness. Wonderfully curvaceous, and her short height meant those curves were only more prominent. Momo was a tall, statuesque beauty, her assets giving her a classic hourglass figure. Izuku was a little more stoutly built, by natural physique and by training. Yet her curves... Her breasts were bigger than Momo's already. Not by much. But the difference in height made them appear enormous, with the cute detail of freckles dusting the upper slopes. On top of that, the physique of a girl who was training to surpass All Might. Tightly packed abs, strong, muscular thighs.

Momo had a body made for sex. Izuku had a body made to fuck.

Saiki looked forward to an opportunity to put that body through its paces. But for now...

"A-Aren't you going to... Undress too?"

For now, he had to guide her into becoming a woman. His woman. "How about you help me?"

She didn't say anything as she nervously shuffled forward, letting Saiki get a better look at her up close. The delicate swell of her pink areola, thicker than most. How she had carefully sculpted the little tuft of green hair between her legs. He couldn't say for certain it was for him, but he felt confident assuming so. When she had made her way to him, he stood to meet her, several inches taller than her, her eyes rose to meet his, before quickly darting back down to the task she had been assigned. Her fingers delicately unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, his arms wrapped around her to gently rub the small of her back before one ventured lower.

"Hm...!" The mildest grunt of surprise, that was all. Izuku made no sound of protest and so he felt comfortable continuing to feel, to squeeze her ass. Shapely. Firm. He wanted to spank it but that would be too much for now. Instead he kissed her forehead, surprising her as she opened the buttons of his shirt. Those wide, innocent eyes blinking up at him as her lips curved into a smile. She pulled his shirt open and off his shoulders. Feeling emboldened, she kissed his chest before looking up at him to make sure that was the right thing to do.

"You don't need my permission, Izuku."

"R-right, of course..." She continued her treatment, avoiding his bandages as she kissed at his bared skin. Her hands unmoving, Saiki decided to keep things moving in his own way, opening his belt and dropping his pants. Then he sat and pulled Izuku into his lap. "Ah! I can f-feel–!"

He knew. He could feel her too. Her moist lips resting on him. His shaft throbbing angrily as it leaned against her abs. "I'd've gone slower, but things get in the way. Just get used to the feel for now."

"The feel?" she asked. She looked down at the erect shaft trapped between them, her cheeks flushing brightly. To Saiki's surprise she wrapped the fingers of one hand around it, as much as she could. "Wow... It... I can feel your heartbeat through it."

That wasn't quite what he meant. He meant just let it rest there while they kept making out so she would get used to it. But he wasn't about to complain. "Izuku, for your first time, do you want to be on top or bottom?"

"Top or...? Um... B-bottom? I don't know what I'm doing so... And I trust you so..."

"Okay." Question asked and answered, he finally did what he wanted to do for so long and wrapped his lips around her nipple while a hand fondled the other breast.

"Ah, S-Saiki!" she yelped, not in protest if how she held the back of his head was any indication. "I knew you'd like them!" she giggled.

"Of course I do. How could I not?" he asked, only taking the time to say it before continuing to enjoy her giant and wonderfully squeezable tits. He could feel her grinding herself against his leg, getting her own source of further stimulation. All good for him. He wanted her to enjoy it and she could take all the time she needed to get ready. A handjob wasn't going to get him off any time soon.

"Saiki...!"

A girl plaintively moaning his name was as good a signal as any. Both hands dropped to under her thighs as he stood, lifting her up before turning to lay her down on his bed. Those same wide green eyes staring up at him. Looking down to see him ready and waiting, poking at her cleft. She swallowed. Her eyes returned to his, and she nodded.

With a gentle thrust, he was inside her.

"Ahh!" A yelp from sudden sensations. New sensations. "It's... It's inside me?" she asked. "It's big. And I can still feel it throbbing! Is it supposed to do that? It almost hurts but it kind of doesn't, it's weird, but it feels kind of right– Mmph!"

Izuku sure talked a lot, so for the moment he silenced her with a kiss, gently working in and out of her newly deflowered womanhood. Enough to feel. Not enough to be too painful or intense. Saiki remembered the days he didn't care about that. Or maybe the girl for whom he didn't care about that. But he would make sure Izuku enjoyed this, enjoyed him. This time and each and every time that would come after. He could feel as her pussy began to slowly ease open with each small push and pull inside her walls. As her body got ready for the fun to truly begin.

The kiss ended so that he could speak. "Izuku, I'm going to start moving soon."

"You're not moving now?!" she asked, her words coming out in somewhat overwhelmed pants. "You–! Oh!" Whatever she was going to say was lost as she took his first real thrust inside her. "Oh wow! Oh! This is–!" Every attempt at forming a sentence was abandoned with each new thrust that found a new spot inside her that derailed her thoughts. "Saiki! SAIKI!" Her legs wrapped around his back, trying to hold him still as she came. But there was a limit to his tenderness. "Suh-Sai-Saiki! Puh-please! Oh! Oh god!" He continued thrusting inside her as her pussy clenched, as her body was wracked with pleasure.

It was a little unfair at this point. Over the months he had developed into a man with a body and skills to drive a woman wild with pleasure. Any girl who lost her virginity to him was probably ruined forever for anyone else. No one could measure up. But as he drove Izuku wild, as he felt her writhe beneath him in her first taste of sexual ecstasy, he absolutely did not care about those ramifications.

"More!" she begged, "Keep going!" Izuku wasn't frail or easily broken. Once her orgasm had subsided she didn't want to stop. Didn't want to rest. She wanted to keep going until she reached that same high. And he was more than willing to give that to her, over and over again. He kissed her fiercely, his body pressed against hers as his hips pumped into her, her legs locked around his waist to encourage every thrust and movement inside her. She was halfway to her third peak when his complete lack of fortitude caught up with him. Too tired to hold back his own climax, he burst inside her. Her pussy painted white for the first of what would inevitably be many, many times.

"Haa... Haa... Wow..." she sighed with a smile on her face. She didn't seem the least bit disappointed in his performance.

But he was always pushing himself to do better. "Do you want to be on top this time?"

"Again?!" she asked, shocked. "Already?! I thought guys had to... You know... Wait a little."

"Other guys do," he answered with a shrug.

"... Suddenly all the other girls make sense," she sighed, smiling as she answered, "Sure."

He rolled them over, shifted so he was positioned toward the middle of the bed as Izuku sat astride him. Her sweat-coated body glistening. "I'm gonna–"

He grabbed her hips and lifted before letting her drop again.

"Ahh!"

"Go for it, Izuku. Don't ask permission."

She pouted at him. "You're a jerk." There was no heat in it. "Haa, ahh!" There was in her moans as she began riding him, however.

Meanwhile, this time, Saiki was happy to lay back. Enjoy the feel of Izuku's pussy wrapped around him. Enjoy the sight of her body as she bounced. As her breasts justled in wonderful swaying and bouncing movements.

"You really like them, huh?" she asked.

"They're amazing, just like the rest of you."

A girl who was a little more worldly or a little more self-assured might have just called him a sweet talker in response. Izuku on the other hand took the praise with an earnest bashfulness. It was amazing to Saiki that a girl like this had been his most challenging conquest to date.

Even more amazing how little he saw it as a conquest.

She rode herself to a third orgasm, but struggled to bring herself to a fourth. And so Saiki graciously helped her, took hold of her hips and guided her to get the most enjoyment out of the experience.

Then finally, he could feel the proverbial tank was more or less empty. For once, for the first time in a long, long time, after finishing inside Izuku for only the second time, he was well and truly spent. "I think that's all I got tonight," he admitted. A little frustrated at himself.

She glanced at his bandages. "Right, sorry, I forgot how tired you were."

"Hey, Izuku, would you–" His eyes widened as his thinking brain caught up with his exhaustion before he could ask something stupid. "... Never mind."

"Is something wrong?" Izuku asked, confusion turning to sudden panic. "Did I do something wrong?!"

"No, it's nothing."

"Come on, don't start lying to me now. You said you wouldn't do that."

Oh, that wasn't fair. "It feels like a stupid thing that could ruin this. And I don't want to ruin this."

She leaned over him, her body resting on his with him still inside her. "Tell me."

Unfair. Unfair. Those eyes, right after sex. Unfair. "I... I want to take your picture."

The curious look turned to a mortified, wide-eyed blush. "R-Right now?!"

"Like I said, it's stupid, don't worry about it."

But he forgot who he was talking to. "Is this a thing you do all the time?! Like a... trophy thing?! I mean it'd make sense since you chase after girls all the time, there'd probably be a motive beyond just building relationships, after all you seemed like you were going after anyone in the beginning, even me–"

"I won't pretend it isn't," he answered of the initial question, ignoring the psycho-analytical babble. And yeah, she was right for most of it. Only moments ago he had thought of her as a conquest. Even if it was more than that now, part of him still felt that way.

"... Can I see?"

It was finally his turn to feel nervous and uncertain as he grabbed his phone and pulled up the appropriate folder. Starting from the beginning.

Mercifully, there wasn't any judgement in her voice as she asked, "Who's this?"

"My first girlfriend. She dumped me after the USJ attack because she thought villains would target her."

It wasn't intentional. But he could tell something about what he said struck a chord with her. Maybe a little sympathy that the nature of that picture, of the girl holding double peace signs naked with spread legs, would not grant him.

"Wow... I've never seen Kacchan so... Defeated."

"After the first hero basic training? We both had bruised egos and made a bet. She lost."

"OH MY GOD!" Izuku suddenly shouted.

"Fuck, are you coming in or not?!"

"Does Mirko know you have this?!" Izuku demanded, staring at him with wild eyes, before looking back at the screen as it showed a top ten hero having sex with the young man under her at that exact moment.

"Yeah, she knows."

"Fffff!"

"Keep breathing and relax..."

"I know, dammit, you're just too big!"

"Kyoka, Momo, Hatsume..." Izuku listed, going through the rest. "Wow." She sat, processing what she had just witnessed, and the fact that she just witnessed it. "I shouldn't have looked at this."

"Little late for that now." He shook his head. "Look, you don't have to do it, so–"

He looked up at her as she put the phone back in his hand, the camera app open. She looked away, embarrassed. "J-Just keep my face out of it?"

"Seriously?"

"Do it before I change my mind!"

He wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Nor a girl he cared deeply about letting him indulge in one of his odder fetishes. He took a picture of only her body and where they were connected, marked by their combined fluids. Then started taking video as he bounced his hips.

"A-Ah! Again?!" Izuku yelped.

He put the phone down to grab hold of her hips. "Of course again! You think I could stop after you let me do that?!"

After one more round, they lay side by side with him inside her. He wouldn't go down, he had learned that from experience. If he weren't so bone tired as he was, it could easily have turned into a fourth round in his sleep.

"Saiki...?" Izuku asked.

"Mm..." She didn't know if he was awake or not.

"Thank you... For being there for me, even when I wish you weren't."

Conscious or unconscious, his reaction was to pull her close and hug her to his chest. Izuku smiled, and that was how she fell asleep.

-(-)-

"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!"

"Oh! Ohhh!"

"Mmnh, what the heck is that?" Izuku asked, looking up at the ceiling. She considered waking her bedmate, but she didn't want to disturb his rest.

The ever-increasing volume of thuds and squeaks did it for her. "The hell?" he grumbled.

"What is that?"

"I don't know, it's coming from..." the injured boy trailed off as he came to understand the situation. "No way."

"Ah! Ah! Ojiro, I'm-! I'm–!"

"GOOOOOL-DEN!"

"CUMMINGGGG!"

In the darkness of the room, Izuku stared up at the ceiling. "Was that... Ojiro and Hagakure?" Her bedmate didn't answer. Instead, "Ah!" He flipped her onto her back. "Saiki, really?!"

"We're not gonna lose to them."

"Ah! Ah! Oh god! Oh god!"

-(-)-

"I thought he'd be actually done after the third time," a somewhat sore Izuku complained to Momo and Kyoka in the lounge the next morning. "Does he not stop?"

Kyoka wore a helpless expression as she shrugged, Momo mirrored her actions, though her expression had less helplessness and more satisfaction. "Not really, no," Kyoka answered. "Like, he needs basically no sleep. Has no downtime between rounds. Doesn't get tired. To be honest with you? I get nervous on nights it's just me and him because I know I'm gonna have trouble walking straight the next day."

"That's because you like it in the butt," Momo explained quietly to not be overheard.

Kyoka gave her a mildly sour look, but considering the three of them were fucking the same guy, playing coy with the details of their preferences seemed a bit silly. "Yeah. Probably. It's good though. Totally worth it. Just glad I have someone to share the heat most of the time."

"Yeah, I, nn," Izuku grunted as she adjusted herself to sit more comfortably. "I'm not sure I could handle him every night." She glanced around, making sure no one was near, before leaning toward Kyoka. "Is... Is the butt stuff actually fun? Does it feel good?"

"I like it. Momo doesn't enjoy it as much."

"I like it well enough. Unfair to compare to an enthusiast."

The punk acknowledged the point with a head tilt. "Should probably practice if you want to try it with Saiki though. He's big. I can make some suggestions if you want–"

"Hello ladies!" A familiar voice with an unfamiliar tone greeted them, surprising all of them. "It's for sure a GOLDEN MORNING!" Ojiro declared, the shouted words in English. He then proceeded to strut toward the kitchen.

"Good morning!" Hagakure cheered as she came down the stairs next, from the male side of the dorms. "I'm making breakfast today! Who wants pancakes?!"

"Beautiful lady!" Ojiro exclaimed, again in English, as he aborted his jovial journey to the kitchen to lift the invisible girl and twirl her around. "Heart of GOLD!"

Hagakure giggled. "Just for that you get yours slathered in GOLDEN syrup!"

"Alright!"

The three girls stared at the baffling display.

"I'm glad he's coming out of his shell," Kyoka said, blinking owlishly at the muscular blond wearing sunglasses indoors. "But man that's gonna get annoying fast."

"It's, um," Izuku struggled to put it into words. "He had a good night. He'll calm down once he gets it out of his system, I think."

"WOO!"

She hoped.

-(-)-

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