Nana Shimura had told him. Toshinori Yagi had told him.
... Izuku's face screwed up reflexively. He knew All Might's real name now, but that didn't mean he felt at all comfortable referring to him by name. It felt wrong. Taboo, even. He was just going to keep calling him All Might. He got the impression All Might would prefer that anyway.
In any case. They had both told him more or less the same thing. No matter what happened with One for All, no matter that he wasn't the perfect fit for it, that wasn't important. What was important was that All Might had seen the spirit of a hero in him. That was more than enough to be the successor to their great legacy. It was reassuring... Even if it didn't entirely assuage the feeling of weight and expectation it carried. Sure, they were telling him he hadn't failed before he started. But even so, it was a lot to live up to. Especially now knowing the truth of All for One.
All Might had told him to put that villain out of his mind for now. Easier said than done, but Izuku understood what he meant. The hero in training wasn't anywhere near ready to step up against that kind of opponent. He had grown in leaps and bounds thanks to the sports festival but that was still just a friendly competition between teenagers. A real villain, and an ultimate villain, that was so far beyond him it wasn't even funny.
The League were working with or for him. They would try something again sooner or later. But even in that circumstance, Izuku had been told only one thing. His only priority would be to make sure those around him would come out on the other side, safe. That at least was a burden he would gladly carry, and carry with confidence.
As Aizawa had suggested, Izuku chose to use his exceptionally long weekend to recuperate fully. Letting the not so minor injuries he sustained in the tournament heal fully and completely, only doing light training as he watched the upper years compete. On the Thursday night he got another visit from Nana. A much more pleasant and less portentous visit. He was of course embarrassed when she appeared in only underwear again but it seemed she no longer cared that much. With there being nothing important to talk about... The successor opted to get a little advice for more personal matters.
The next night, before he went to bed, he arranged his date with Kyoka, messaging her the details. And right before going to bed, he nervously undressed down to his boxers, taking a pose on his bed much like she had for him. He took a picture, only to realise two different All Might posters were in it. Not wanting to reveal quite how much of a fanboy he was to his girlfriend, he took another in a way that none of his merchandise would show. It... Ended up being easier to move the merchandise than find a place where none could be seen.
There was one thing he was willing to reveal, though. Staring at Kyoka's picture, fantasising about her so his own picture would give her a hint of what he was hiding. That he was enjoying the idea of sharing these pictures as much as she was.
'Oh, wow,' read her first response. 'I knew you were ripped but... Dude.'
'Sorry! I have to do a lot of muscle training to get the most out of my quirk or else I might overload my muscles and hurt myself. I mean it's a downside of my quirk that I've gotten used to over time but I still train a lot to keep it up, plus it's generally a good thing to stay in great shape as a hero. I mean look at Aizawa, he can do amazing things because he keeps in great shape, right?'
He stared in horror at his miniature essay. His fingers had moved before he could even think about it, feeling the need to explain himself and apologise.
'Dude, you type fast!' came another message. 'Don't worry so much... I like it.'
'You like it?'
She sent him a blushing emoji. 'It's sexy.'
Izuku swallowed. 'Thanks.' Then, 'You're sexy too.' Was that too much? It immediately felt like too much the second he sent it.
'I'm looking forward to tomorrow,' came next, followed by a wink emoji. 'Goodnight, Izuku.'
'Goodnight.'
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The first obstacle to going on a date with Kyoka. His Mom. Not in any negative way. It wasn't like Inko Midoriya disapproved. It was very much the opposite. She almost seemed more excited than he was, though maybe because she didn't know it was technically Izuku's second date, not his first ever. Regardless, she was an obstacle for how fussy she was. Putting all her effort into making sure he looked good. Putting him in a nice shirt that was maybe a little tighter than normal to show off his physique, though not too tight as to look smug or vain. Spending a good half hour trying to make his hair tidy, which then became trying to make his hair behave. Which then became just... Comb it and hope for the best. Only when he met with her approval did she shoo him out the door else he be late, extracting a promise that he would tell her all about it when he got home.
Given how his message conversations had gone with Kyoka, he had the feeling he would be leaving a few details out.
The train carried him to his destination. The meeting place he had agreed on with Kyoka. A karaoke bar in the northern part of Narushada Ward. The same one they had visited for their first date. Conveniently it was pretty close to his chosen date location this time. After all, Narushada was pretty much an entertainment district. Though the north was the more wholesome side, while the further south you went, the seedier it got. Right at the train line that passed through it was a severe delineation. Crossing that line you'd start seeing a lot less family friendly establishments and more host clubs and love hotels.
Not that Izuku was considering taking Kyoka to one of those! That would be crazy! Well... Maybe daydreamed about it. But he knew that would definitely be too much.
"Izuku!"
He turned, seeing his girlfriend running toward him. His heart leapt as he realised just how happy she looked, how eager she looked. Saw it plain in her expression and her movements just how much she had been looking forward to today. To going on another date with him. "Kyoka, hi!"
She immediately took his hands in hers, stopping in his personal space. "Were you waiting long?"
"I, um, I don't... No?" he asked.
The smile didn't leave her face. It was just joined by a laugh. "Smooth."
"Sorry, I, the second I saw you I forgot any waiting." And pretty much everything else but her.
"Okay, you know what? Good recovery," she praised him, giving him a peck on the cheek. "You look good. A little, um, smart-casual?"
"Ah, yeah, my–" His eyes widened as he forced himself to abort his own sentence.
Not that it saved him, judging by Kyoka's smirk. "Mom picked it out for you?"
His blush answered her for him. "She was pretty insistent on helping," he defended himself.
"No judgement," she reassured, resting a lingering hand on his bicep. "Like I said, you look good, if maybe a little uptight."
"Y-You look great too," he quickly complimented her in return, trying to move away from his own embarrassment, no matter how much he genuinely meant his words. As he had expected, she still went with the tomboy punk look that she favoured. A loose tanktop over a more figure-hugging top to avoid any accidents. Mostly from her electing not to wear a bra as far as he could tell.
She smiled at him. "You noticed, huh?"
He blushed again, looking away. "Sorry for staring."
"That's okay." Easily forgiving him, she looked in the general direction of their destination. "Ready to go?"
He passed muster, had to fight down a sigh of relief for it. Izuku had no idea why he was so nervous. Sure, they had only been on one date but it wasn't like they weren't a couple besides that. For as much as they focused on training for the festival in the intervening time, they were still glued at the hip at UA.
It must have been the expectation that was hanging over things. There had been a lot of innuendo, a lot of vaguely worded promises of... Of things happening on this date. Izuku didn't know what those things might have been. He was more than happy to let Kyoka decide what they might be and be happy with whatever they were. But that anticipation was already making him nervous.
He walked with her to the destination for their date. Seidan Park. The predominant attraction of Narushada, a large amusement park in the middle of the north district housed by a dome with a retractable roof. The roof was currently open despite the overcast day, but was sure to close quickly if it were to start raining. The place had been designed so even in inclement weather, a good day wouldn't be ruined. It was everything Izuku needed for a date location, mostly because it was everything at once. A dozen different ways for them to have fun together in all directions, be that with the few rides the park had, the large arcade, the food stalls, or if they wanted to take a breather there were quieter spaces toward the outside of the park. After the sports festival, and after the revelations Izuku had been processing, it was a great chance to just relax and have a good time.
Izuku hadn't expected it, but Kyoka insisted they go for the couple of thrill rides first. He could understand the logic, he supposed. Better to do the things that could make them lose their lunch before they had their lunch. Despite how their lives had been more thrilling than most, in both good and bad ways, they still found the rides fun. Maybe because the lack of control allowed them to still experience the thrill of fear without real danger. Next they tried out a few of the game stalls to wind down a little before lunch, which itself was only snacks from food vendors.
"I can't believe you decided on here of all places," Kyoka smirked at him as they boarded the ferris wheel. "I haven't been here since I was a kid."
"It seemed like it would be fun," Izuku responded with a sheepish smile. "Are you? I mean, is it? Are you having fun?"
"Of course I am, you dork!" she laughed, punching him softly in the arm a moment before they sat down side by side. "This was a really cool idea. And the company's not bad either," she added, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Think it might be missing that privacy we talked about though."
"I, um, I had some ideas for that." He wished he were less eager. He liked Kyoka for a whole lot more reasons than the hope of doing more new things with a girl. The ferris wheel began to move. "But... We're kind of alone now?"
Kyoka looked around, seeing how vertically narrow the windows were, meaning they were very much obscured from outside. Not to mention how they were gradually climbing above anyone who might have seen them. She licked her lips. "I guess you're right," she admitted, pulling him toward her for a kiss. A kiss that soon turned into her hooking one leg across his to turn and sit in his lap. The two teens smiling and giggling as they enjoyed a private, intimate moment in a place that could barely be called private. It was a moment that promised more, maybe even as soon as they got off the ride.
The ride that then stopped moving with a heavy clunk sound, their carriage swinging slightly from the sudden ceasing of its momentum.
Kyoka blinked, confused. Glanced around. Then down at her boyfriend. "You didn't."
"Didn't what?" Izuku asked, equally confused, if not more so.
"Seriously?" his girlfriend asked, not believing his confusion in the slightest. "The whole 'getting the guy running the ferris wheel to stop it' cliche?" She shook her head, smiling at him. "I'm not mad, I'm just surprised you managed to pull it off."
"I didn't do that, though," insisted Izuku. "I wouldn't even... Wouldn't something like that be an inconvenience for everybody else and be against park rules or something? Plus it'd probably get that guy in trouble?"
"Wait so, you didn't do it? Then why–?"
"Ladies and gentlemen," a female voice came over the park speakers. "We here at Seidan Park prioritise your enjoyment! Due to a forecast of incoming rain within the hour, we have decided to close the roof. As such, the ferris wheel will be retracted into the floor to make room. Please be aware, for safety reasons, this may take a few minutes! Thank you for your cooperation!"
"Oh." Kyoka looked down at her boyfriend. She laughed a little. "Guess I forgot who my boyfriend is for a second." She saw his uncertain, worried expression. "Not in a bad way, Izuku. You're you. Wouldn't wanna be here if you were anyone else."
That was kind of a weird way to say that. But, "I'm glad I'm here with you, too."
They both felt the structure lurch slightly as the whole thing began to gradually rotate into a proper position to descend. "Guess we've got a few minutes to ourselves anyway, huh?" Kyoka asked, taking his face in her hands to kiss him again. At the same time, lifting her tank top, and the one underneath. Guiding his hands to her petite, bared breasts.
"Are you serious?" Izuku slurred directly into her lips, amazed at the feel of the gentle swell of her chest. The erect nubs capping each modest mound. "Here?"
"Maybe I wanna be a little daring," she whispered, her earjacks twirling as they extended downward. "Maybe I want to get my boyfriend to be a little wild." Her fingers unbuttoned his pants, lowered his zipper, but her hands stayed above the belt after that. Slipping her hands under his shirt to enjoy the feel of his solid, muscular body.
Her jacks, however, had no interest in being so comparatively innocent. They soon took advantage of the opportunity given, slipping under his pants, under his boxers and coiling around his penis. His breath hitched. "Kyoka!" he whispered urgently.
"Wow, I saw it in your picture," she remembered, her jacks gently jerking his cock within their coils. "I still didn't think it would be this burly now that I'm touching it. Do you like it?" she asked.
"Of course!" It was a little tight around him, but he sure wasn't gonna complain about this! "I..." It felt wrong to be the only one enjoying himself. "Can I?" he asked, his own hand sliding down her abdomen, threatening to slip into her own pants.
"You wanna touch me too?" she asked, grinning, glad he was getting into this. "Go ahead. Touch me wherever, I'm all yours."
All his. Yes. He wanted that. He was very happy about that. He throbbed within her aural embrace on hearing those words. His fingers slid under her capris, feeling the firm V shape formed by her thighs and hips, the soft fabric of her panties. Then finally the wetness and soft folds of her sex. No hair. Had she done that for him, knowing things would go this far? She had been the one to push things forward for everything except him touching her there. He didn't know. But he also didn't care. She was making him feel good. He wanted to make her feel good too.
"Izuku," she whispered, her hips rocking against his exploring fingers. "Touch me harder. I won't break."
"R-Right..." He tried to be a little more daring. Fight against his own instincts to be careful with such an intimate and delicate area. Her wet folds seemed to slither around his fingers, molding to their movements, their touch. Her wetness clinging to his skin. He loved the sound of her gasps as his fingers rubbed her down there. He loved the taste of those gasps as he stole another kiss, even if her lips tasted of the fried octopus they had eaten earlier, his own probably did too.
"Izuku, are you close?" Kyoka asked, her hips bucking against his fingers.
"N-Not really," he admitted.
The punk girl looked around, took in their situation. They had stopped moving. The ride still preparing to descend. She didn't know how much more time they would have. "Hold on."
She moved away, his soaked fingers coming free for a moment as she moved to lay horizontally across his lap. His hand quickly found its place between her legs again. "Deeper, inside," she instructed, seeing to her own task. Pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free, still entangled in her cords.
"Kyoka!" he gasped scandalised, only to gasp for another reason when he felt her take the head of his penis into her mouth. "Oh, oh wow." There was a temptation to hold her head, but with his unstable quirk, he worried that would be a very wrong thing to do.
Her cords stroked him faster as her lips came off with effort, making that last bit of contact even more intense. She released him just long enough to tell him, "Warn me when you're about to." Then she returned to her self-appointed task. Licking and sucking on the head of his pole, her lips stretching to take it inside. He was thick, she was fairly sure that was a good thing. If it was a little bit of a struggle to take it into her mouth... She felt she had a lot to look forward to.
The combined methods of stimulation made short work of any resistance Izuku might have put up. His fingers delving inside Kyoka's soaked pussy worked all the harder, still trying to satisfy his desire to make her feel good the same way. But he knew, he wouldn't be able to manage that with just his fingers. Whether they were being daring or not, he doubted they could get away with what he really wanted to do. Kyoka was too good to him, doing this for him so out of the blue. Feeling her jacks jacking him furiously, all while she gave the upper few inches a thorough tongue bath. "K-Kyoka, I'm gonna–!"
He thought after he gave her warning she would stop. Stroke him to completion. Instead she just kept going. If anything she worked him harder. He felt a little splash of fluid on his fingers as she moaned, as her body jerked and writhed against him. Had he made her cum too? That thought, that realisation, it forcibly kicked him over the edge. "Hngh!" A spray of hot cum filled Kyoka's mouth that she did her best to swallow, only to be overwhelmed by the second. It overflowed from her lips down his cock, onto his thighs and down her cheek and jaw, all the while she continued to drink it down, doing her best to take as much as she could.
When his release abated, the punk girl's lips came off his cock before they smiled up at him. She gathered the rest with fingers and tongue, not leaving a single drop. "Can't leave any evidence," she said in her defence. Not that he would have had anything negative to say about such a display.
"You're amazing," he managed to say as she tucked him back in his pants.
"You're not so bad yourself." She retook her seat, fixed her clothes and returned to leaning on him, though on the opposite side from where she started. "Gonna have to clean myself up a little, then maybe we can eat?"
"Yeah, sounds good," he agreed. Honestly there was a good chance he'd agree with anything she said for a good long while.
A minute or two later, they emerged from the ferris wheel in the storage facility, following the guideline to get back out to the park. Kyoka quickly ran to find a restroom, leaving Izuku to wait and reminisce. His first experience doing anything like that with a girl, and it was like that. The next thing to in public. He couldn't believe it. He hoped the park staff didn't notice the smell, but he felt sure they would.
He looked at his own hand. The one with fingers that had been inside Kyoka. A small and very stupid part of his brain never wanted to wash it again. The larger, smarter part of his brain demanded he wash up too.
Meanwhile, in the ladies room, Kyoka had carefully tidied herself up. She didn't want to leave any evidence of her spontaneous escapade, no matter how much fun it was to be that daring. She hadn't planned on going that far, definitely not in a place so dangerously close to being public. But she certainly didn't regret it.
She had gotten exactly what she wanted out of this date. She got to spend some quality time with her boyfriend, just the two of them. She got to progress their physical relationship a little.
But...
Kyoka pulled out her phone, looked at her messages. At the promise she had made. At the message written but unsent. A message that would change things. Open a door she was uncertain she wanted to open. Would it be so wrong to be selfish? But then, given certain things, what would be more selfish? Keeping the door closed or opening it?
Her lips curling into a frown of indecision, she put her phone away. She would never have sent the message right then. After all, it wasn't a choice she could make alone. Stepping out of the restroom, she smiled at her boyfriend as he took her hand.
She had made her own decision. She and Izuku would need to have a talk.
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