The water was quite cold as the surf rushed to his swimming trunks. He was grateful that the camera was waterproof or else that would be a loss of hundreds of dollars. The camera didn't belong to him. However, he did serve an important role for his Auntie, for a favor.

"Is this good, Izuku?" Her outstretched hands reached for the bright evening sun as she striking poses for the camera. She was a natural. She should be, he thought. This whimsical emerald-haired woman made herself known behind the cameras in almost every news, media outlet in the city. She was a former member of the Wild, Wild Pussycats. No longer blessed with a quirk, she still made her presence known in the media as the up and coming idol, Ragdoll. Using her former superheroine moniker as a sex symbol to television, movies, and magazines, she had adorned them with her good looks, her talents, and her stunning, sparkling personality.

"Looks great, Auntie." Izuku blushed as her navy blue two-piece bikini sparkled in the camera. She had soaked herself so she could get the enriching experience of enjoying the summer. As a favor, Izuku assisted Tomoko in filming a few shots for a magazine. Izuku thought to himself when the former Pussycat made her appearance at his home.

"Please, Izuku! Please do me this favor. I promise it will be worth your while."

"Why me? I have no experience in photography. I can barely pass Calculus."

"Izuku, you know you are dear to me. To all of your Aunties and Uncle Yawara."

"Well, you guys are good to me."

"Great! Be ready in an hour. Oh, yeah. Wear your swimmy trunks."

So, Izuku Midoriya, an amateur photographer was on a private beach on a small coastal island off the sea of Japan. They weren't alone as she hired a driver for the boat. As he slept at the dock, it was just the two of them.

He snapped shots as Tomoko made her poses. The breeze waved gently through her hair. He captured the moments of her smiling, waving, throwing peace signs, splashing in the water. Quite stunning pictures, Izuku thought to himself. He put the camera around his neck. "These are going to look good for your magazine," he said as he decided to look at the shots for Tomoko to see.

"Neato! Let me see," she said. However, a strong surge hit her back, causing her to yelp from the coldness. As she shivered, she told Izuku, "Let's do it on shore."

Back on the shore where the two were currently residing. Izuku took off his shirt as he felt the moisture overwhelming him. The breeze soothed him, allowing him to relax. It made him forget that why he was actually here. Honestly, it beated what Katsuki had planned for the weekend. He couldn't forget the pitiful look he gave Izuku as he turned him away from his residence.

"You baka! You are turning me that for the ragged pussy?!"

"First of all, rude! Secondly, it's a favor. Thirdly, unless you want Shouto to come through again…."

"I get your point, Deku! I will be back next weekend."

"Sure, Kacchan, sure. Later!"

"Lemme see! Lemme see!" The ecstatic Tomoko shrieked to Izuku as he handed her the camera. Izuku smiled as he can be a service and seeing the happy-go-lucky returning to her former self.

The dampness of the sand was making its way through his swimming shorts and he hugged his knees close. His hair fell loose about his face, tousled, tangled. Under the fading sun it appeared darker, his streaks lost to the edging night. He could hear the waves lapping like the ticking of a more leisurely clock, but never telling him the time, never demanding that he move on.

"These are great, Izuku. These should be worthy of magazine features," she told Izuku. "You have a natural talent for this," she said as she winked at him.

"Nah! You are being modest," retorted Izuku as he lied down onto the sand, using his shirt as a pillow. "I am grateful to be a help to you." He gave her a thumbs up. "Whatever I can do to make the idol Ragdoll well-known in Japan and in the future, the world!"

Tomoko produced a smile. "You're sweet, Izuku. You know that?"

He blushed. "Thank you." He sighed heavily as he tried soaking up whatever sun he could gather.

"Izuku?"

"Yeah!"

"I never told you what I wanted to give you for payment. Since you are doing a favor."

Izuku opened his eyes, never giving it any thought. Honestly, he didn't mind doing it for his Auntie for a bag of candy and a pat on the head. He just enjoyed giving joy and pleasure to others. He crossed his legs. "Nothing too major. Whatever suits your fancy. Whatever you think I deserve."

"Is that what you want?"

"Sure, Auntie. Surprise me."

Unexpectedly, her hand drifted to his hip. It settled there and pulled him closer. He inhaled sharply. She was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. Must he be so perfect?

She splayed her hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead, she left it there. His breathing quickened as did hers. She began nuzzling his neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. He urged himself to push away, but couldn't. His limp body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her head was angled slightly to the side as her lips came closer and closer to his. He was surprised to find his own lips parted. Their breaths mingled. Her heart fluttered inside her chest. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then her arms encircled him.

"Auntie?"

Tomoko held him gently, cupping his face with one hand. She leaned down and softly kissed the tender area at the base of his neck. Izuku's body went rigid with surprise as trembles shook his body and the euphoric warmth blossomed within him once more. Izuku was breathless with delight as she showered him with gentle, soft kisses, each with its own flicker of warmth.

"Auntie," he tried to say but she stopped him, putting her finger to his lip. Izuku gazed up at her, thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of her affection. She drew back again and spent a moment studying his face.

Izuku felt him blushing to deepen under his scrutiny. Tomoko gazed at him lovingly, her eyes softening with tenderness before sparking with something else. She tilted his head to the side and kissed him, her lips demanding. Izuku felt a smoldering heat deep within him as Tomoko's grip tightened, crushing his body to hers, gentle yet firm. She slanted his head further, deepening the kiss.

Tomoko pressed her body, wanting the urge to do more than just kissing. Izuku wondered the same thing as his middleman became excited at Tomoko's plight.

As she wanted to further delve into Izuku, the sound of the boat's horn interrupted the session. Tomoko waved her fingers through her hair. She, then, stroked Izuku's cheek. "It seems like our time with our session is up."

Izuku didn't answer. He confirmed as he nodded to her.

"Are you free next weekend," asked Tomoko gingerly.

"Not to my knowledge," he answered nervously.

"Well," she said as she stroked his chest with her finger. "Next weekend is going to be filled with another session." She pursed her lips. "Only this time, it's you and me."

For you still owe me a favor.

To be continued….