Snow drifted gently from the sky, settling in soft layers over the city. A crisp wind swept through the streets as pedestrians hurried past festive shop windows, arms full of holiday purchases. Cars rumbled along the roads, their drivers eager to get home.

A sudden rush of wind. A deep, unnatural rumble vibrated through the air, sending uneasy shivers down spines. Then—BOOM. A deafening explosion tore through the sky, a wave of searing heat clashing violently against the winter chill.

Glass shattered, flames roared, and the scent of smoke filled the air. Solid cement from the building gave way as it made its way to the ground, where a pair of father and son stood. The two braced themselves, the father using his body to shield the boy, awaiting the oncoming impact.

But nothing happened.

A golden swirl of energy crackled, steering the debris safely away from the streets. Above them, a girl with periwinkle hair hovered effortlessly, her warm smile easing their fear

"Don't worry. Please stay calm and evacuate the area for your safety," she reassured them before flying away, hearing a receding voice of "Thank you" from the two.

In the distance, a pair of villains were trying to escape the Wonder Hero and the Dragoon Hero. One carrying the other as they ricocheted off buildings—each leap faster than the last. Below, a curtain of fire enveloped the area to sow chaos and cover their escape.

Ryukyu swiped her claws at the villains, trying to apprehend them, but her gigantic palm was instead used as a springboard by the villains, outsmarting the top hero.

"They're too agile for me," Ryukyu called out, frustration edging her voice. "You'll have better luck!"

She grabbed Nejire and then opened her palms, allowing her to use them as footholds.

Nejire nodded, winding up her Quirk as she tracked their trajectory. They were zigzagging like flies, making it hard to keep up. But she had to predict them, like throwing a lasso to a moving steed. There were misses after misses. The villains weren't fools—they kept shifting their movements to stay unpredictable.

The villains cackled. Nejire gritted her teeth as another blast missed. But in dodging her, they failed to notice the distortion ahead—until they slammed into it.

The shimmering Shield rippled, then vanished, leaving them dazed. Gravity took over. Their momentum, once their greatest weapon, became their downfall. They crashed onto the pavement in a tangled heap.

When Nejire and Ryukyu reached the scene, they found the unconscious villains lying at someone's feet. A young man stood there, idly twirling a periwinkle lily between his fingers. His posture was relaxed—unbothered, almost amused.

He looked at the two and smiled, "Nejire and Ryukyu. Good afternoon."

Happiness surged across Nejire's being. It was only for a few days, yet she had missed the green-haired hero more than she realized. "Izuku!" sheflew toward him, her voice carrying the warmth of summer despite the winter chill.

Izuku caught her, spinning gracefully as the periwinkle lily brushed her hair—a perfect mirror of its color.

He tucked the flower behind her ear with a soft smile. "Been a while, hasn't it?"

Nejire laughed, her voice light as he set her down. "It's nice seeing did you get back? How've you been? Did you finish what you were working on?"

He chuckled at her energy. "Just last night. I had a Christmas Eve dinner with the family. I'll be staying here until the New Year's. I'm doing fine. Oh, and great to see you too."

"You're going away again?" her energy deflated, her spiral horns drooping.

"Your sad face affects me too, Nejire. I know I'm busy, but that's why I had to ask you on a date today."

The girl perked up was as if Izuku had stepped into her world and turned the lights on. "Ryukyu! Can I go with Izuku?" Nejire waved at the Pro Hero, her other arm wrapped around Izuku's arms as they held each other's hands.

'That's not asking permission,' she sighed. "Sure. I'll handle the paperwork," she nodded her chin toward the villains.

"Thank you! You're the best!"

Ryukyu watched them leave, her claws unconsciously flexing as she looked at the Evoker. Everything she'd seen suggested Izuku was good for Nejire. So why couldn't she shake this unease?

The winter wind carried away the last echoes of Nejire's laughter as the couple turned the corner. Snow continued to drift down, dusting Izuku's dark coat and catching in Nejire's hair like stars. The periwinkle lily behind her ear provided a splash of color against the white landscape.

"So..." Nejire bounced on her toes, barely containing her excitement. "Where are we going? Is it— wait, did you find somewhere new? Or maybe..." She trailed off, her eyes lighting up. "That restaurant from last time was amazing, or—oh! Did you discover any cool places during your trip?"

Izuku's smile turned mischievous. "How about the beach?"

Nejire blinked. "In winter?"

"Not this beach," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I think it's time you saw Elsewhere."

Stars twinkled in Nejire's eyes, her curiosity was piqued. "A magical beach...I can't wait."

"I'm sure you'll like it," the two of them walked together, their steps naturally falling in sync. Familiar streets soon replaced unfamiliar ones, leading them to UA's 3-A dorm.

She asked him to wait, not wanting to ruin the surprise. A few minutes later, she returned, still in her Hero costume, but carrying a backpack and holding a watermelon.

"How did you get a watermelon in winter?" Izuku asked.

She looked at the fruit, her brows furrowed in thought. "I just found it in front of my door. I think it was a joke of Togata, or something. But the timing was perfect! Can't go wrong with watermelons on the beach!" she giggled, jumping from where she stood.

"I guess that's true," Izuku chuckled. Though if he were to guess, it was just as likely that his Chosen was behind it.

A few minutes of walking later, they were now at the basement of The Crowley, looking at the Portal in front of them.

"How does it work? Does it feel different for everyone? Like diving into a pool of stars? Oh! Have you ever timed it? What's the weirdest thing you've seen?"

"I'm not sure how it works, honestly. For the feeling, I thought it did, at first. But it turned out they were just describing the same feeling. I'd say the weirdest thing I saw was a slug Daemon. And the crossing was instant," he answered her.

'Tentacled monsters, Defilers, Liches, Dragons, and fifteen-foot daemons looked more normal than...that,' he fought a shiver running down his spine.

"That's so interesting," she mumbled as she went around the Portal and repeatedly poked the shimmering surface.

Nejire reached out, watching her fingers ripple through the shimmering veil. It felt like dipping her hand into liquid moonlight—cool, weightless, yet brimming with energy. A delighted gasp escaped her as she pulled her hand back, flexing her fingers as if expecting them to sparkle.

"It's safe, I promise. I'll go first. Just leave your phone—only authorized people come here."

She wordlessly nodded, observing her finger before leaving her phone on top of one of the barrels. Then watched as Izuku's whole body looked like it was absorbed by it.

Nejire gulped, half-excited and half-nervous. But she doubt he'd let her do it if it wasn't safe.

She slowly walked to the Portal, feeling the temperature difference of a cold basement to warm forest. The landscape shifted dreamily.

Izuku smirked, enjoying her reaction to the wonder. 'It never gets old.'

Eventually, she looked at him, her jaw hanging as she couldn't process the scenery. "Amazing," she finally said.

"Glad you liked it. Come on. Let's enjoy the beach," he held out his hand.

Nejire took his hand, feeling his warmth, even more pronounced than the environment. "Yeah," she nodded.

After five minutes, they reached The Glade. "Welcome back, Promised One."

"'Promised One'? Is that you? What's 'Promised'?"

"I...don't know. Lots of the things in my Destiny makes as little sense as the next. But I just decided to roll with it."

"I see," her head tilted, trying to figure out the meaning.

They made their way to the beach, its white sand reflected the bright sun beside the crystal blue lake, still as a mirror, reflecting the forest and the mountains.

"Wow..." her mouth was agape, the beauty was beyond anything she could imagine. "How does this even work?"

"It operates under different rules than most," he muttered. "What I mean is, sometimes magic just works because it works. Even I had to learn to stop overthinking it."

"Still...I wish I could bring the others here."

"Sure, you can. Just have me or those with magic escort you. This place is safe, but some critters from the Portal to here are dangerous, even for a strong hero like you."

Nejire remembered the creature they encountered during their first 'date.' It took out one of Endeavor and Nighteye's sidekick. A 'Defiler,' she remembered Izuku calling it. While she was confident, she won't ignore his warning. He'd have more knowledge about these things, after all.

"Is there anywhere I could change?" Nejire asked, excited to try out her swimsuit.

"Yeah, you could change behind the rock. Don't worry, there's nobody here but us. I'll change here."

"Okay," she brought her bag and hid behind a rock.

Izuku stripped down to his swim trunks. Moments later, Nejire's footsteps rustled the sand as she emerged.

She was wearing a white halter-neck two-piece bikini. A tinge of red across her face and ears. "What do you think?" she hopefully asked, turning around for his approval.

His eyes widened before a warm smile took over. "You know," he began, walking closer, "I was going to say something smooth, but you literally took my breath away."He tucked a stray strand behind her ear. "Though I wonder - is that bikini enchanted too? Because it somehow manages to make you even more radiant than usual."

Her cheeks turned an even darker shade of red as a small squeak escaped her throat. She had been complimented before—countless times, in fact. But this felt different. More personal. The way Izuku looked at her, like she was something precious, sent warmth blooming in her chest.

Her fingers curled, holding onto the moment. A breath hitched as her back arched, body alight with sensation.

"Thank you," she shyly said, a smile playing on her lips. "You too. You look..." her eyes trailed down, taking in his sculpted muscles, "...really handsome." She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from being too inappropriate.

Her eyes traced his form before she forced herself to look away. She'd seen plenty of heroes before—the job practically required peak physical condition—but something about Izuku made her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with professional admiration.

Nejire loved teasing, but this date was different. She was still riding the high of love, not ready to shatter it with desire—yet.

"Wanna swim?" Izuku gestured toward the water.

She pulled out a bottle, smiling. "Think you could help with sunscreen?"

Izuku smirked. "Of course. There's a mat over here." he guided her to the spot, a nice shady spot under a tree, where a mat that they used from the last party was rolled out.

She laid down and handed him a bottle of sunscreen.

He knelt beside her, pouring a generous amount onto his hand. As he rubbed the lotion between his palms, he couldn't help but admire her form. From her smooth, toned arms, to her slender waist, her legs and back, her soft skin, and the way her bikini clung snugly against her curves.

Nejire was beautiful. There was no other way to describe her.

"Enjoying the view?" Nejire teased, glancing at him.

"It's a view worthy of the gods," he admitted, his gaze still fixed on her.

She flushed but quickly looked away. "Flatterer," she muttered. "If you're that distracted, how can I trust that you'd rub the sunscreen properly?"

He chuckled, "I'll get to it."

"Hope your hands are as good as your words, though," she teased.

His palms were like heated velvet, gliding over her skin, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in their wake. Nejire's heart stuttered. The lotion was cold, but his touch was hot. And with his slow, gentle ministrations, she found herself relaxing further into the mat.

She sighed as his fingers traced her back—a sinful, lingering touch. Her toes curled, her face buried in her arms to hide the blush.

'Calm down, Nejire,' she chided herself. 'It's not a big deal. He's just putting some lotion on you. Focus on the feeling. It's...big and warm and...and strong.' She took a shaky breath, willing her body to relax—even as every nerve seemed to do the opposite.

His thumbs teased her sides, fingers ghosting beneath her bikini. Nejire squirmed, her heart hammering at his proximity.

"You okay?"

She let out a hum—soft, unsteady, almost involuntary. How was she supposed to think, let alone talk, when she felt like this?

The most she could do was a minute nod.

His grip tightened on her waist, drawing a tense shiver from her. His touch kneaded away the last of her resistance.

Izuku couldn't help but notice the two globes staring back at him, almost begging to be grabbed—but he shook his head, not wanting to rush in.

His hands traveled to her thighs, feeling the oh so tantalizing softness that always threatened to burst her costume, as his hands sinking in the flesh.

"Mmm~" a pleased sound escaped her lips, before she clamped them shut.

Izuku chuckled. He was about to ask if she liked it, but that was answer enough.

The way his thumb pressed as it slid down her inner thigh. How his nails brushed against the sensitive area at the back of her knee, his fingers gripped her outer thigh, sending pleasant tingles running through her nerves.

At this point, it stopped making sense for him to continue applying these. She could've done it herself. But Nejire didn't want this moment to end. She didn't care about the heat or the sand or the sweat. She hungered for more.

His fingers worked their way down to her calves, kneading the tender muscles with expert precision. Each motion unraveled another thread of tension, leaving her weightless, floating.

Then temptation himself leaned in. His domineering presence made her seem tiny, his lips uttered the words to her ears, "Should I handle the front as well?" His voice felt like a smooth massage from her ears, traveling to the tip of her spine, causing her to tingle.

This was it. The opportunity to have him—to turn those fantasies into reality. Ever since he went to Elsewhere, she had been craving for this chance. Her desire for him was like boiling water, ready to spill over, and the question only added fuel. But...

"W-wait..." Her voice barely made a sound, a fragile whisper lost in the heat between them. "...not yet."

"What's wrong?"

"It's...it's nothing. Let's just enjoy the beach," her body was shaking from the effort of keeping herself together.

His eyes searched for any tells if he somehow messed up. When he didn't find one, he nodded. "Okay. How about we swim for a bit? We could eat the watermelons later," he suggested the activities to lift her spirit.

She nodded, forcing a smile—disappointed in herself, irritated that she had to stop him, but knowing she had to. She applied the rest of the sunscreen herself.

Maybe cooling off would help her.

It didn't.

They began swimming, playing by the water and for a moment, she managed to calm down a tiny bit, before observing the tiny droplets running down his sculpted, naked upper body.

Nejire followed a single droplet, tracing its slow descent down his chest. She wished she could follow its path—with her fingers. With her tongue.

Izuku was saying something, but it didn't register in Nejire's mind. Too distracted by the eye-candy.

"Earth to Nejire?" he waved his hand in front of her.

She snapped out of it. "Sorry. What were you saying?"

"Just wondering if you're hungry, I could cut the watermelon."

"Oh. Okay...but maybe we could make it a little more fun?" Why was she doing this? She didn't know. But maybe, it was a way for her to delay the inevitable. Or maybe to accelerate it. "Why don't we do a little watermelon smashing?"

"Suikawari? I don't think we have a blindfold or stick," he looked around the beach and thought he could also chop a tree and create a stick that way.

"You could use your...gigantic...fist. So long as you hit it. For the blindfold, I have something in mind. But you have to close your eyes first. Come on."

"Okay..." he was skeptical, but agreed. They went to the spot near the mat, where the fruit was and he closed his eyes.

Nejire was shaking with anticipation. She looked around, making sure nobody else was around. Her hand slowly reached behind her, pulling the strings of her bikini top. Eventually, the knot gave way and it fell to the sand.

'It's now or never, I guess,' Nejire thought. She went around his back, wrapping the knot to the back of his head, covering his eyes.

The idea sounded cleverer in her head, and it did look a little goofy. But the silliness was immediately washed away by the fact that she was now standing in front of him, her chest bare and exposing herself if he so much as to adjust the fabric. 'I wonder if he could smell me right now,' she gulped.

"Okay. It's a little flimsy, so don't move around too much."

"Sure..." Izuku nodded, letting the fabric settle over his eyes. It was soft—warm—carrying the faint scent of shampoo. And something else. Something uniquely Nejire.

His fingers twitched as the sensation nagging at him. Too light and thin.

Then, it hit him.

'Naughty girl,' he smirked. 'Well, two can play that game.'

Pretending not to have caught on, he slowly stood up. He could hear the footsteps of Nejire, a little heavier as she placed the fruit somewhere, before coming back.

"Okay. I'll...I'll guide you," her voice with a tinge of nervousness. "Go."

He stepped forward with careful precision. The scent of shampoo and warm skin drifted toward him, mingling with the salt air. He could almost feel the heat radiating off of her.

LIME WARNING

She guided him closer, having to tilt her head back to look up at his towering frame. His stature made her feel deliciously small, like a precious thing he could envelope completely—until, quite conveniently, his hands found her ass. "Oh. My bad," he said, voice dripping with false innocence. His smirk, however, told a very different story.

"I-it's okay," she stammered, her voice higher than she intended. She forgot to laugh it off as she focused on the feeling of his calloused fingers on her soft skin.

Giving it a playful squeeze, she returned a small squeak. He could almost see her cheeks burning right now. 'Let's see how far she's willing to go with this.'

Continuing,his hand slid slowly up her waist—first along her hips, then over her sides, finally trailing along her back. It took everything she had not to melt into him, or lean back against him, or press her naked breasts against his waist.

Every nerve vibrated with a taut intensity—as if her skin were stretched over a wire—while she bit her lip, struggling to steady her rapid breaths.

Nejire didn't move. Rather, she didn't want to. Anticipating where his fingers would go was slowly driving her mad.

The divine fingers moved towards her shoulder-blade. He smirked, "How scandalous, Nejire Chan," he called her Hero name. "I couldn't feel your top bikini there. Your fans would be disappointed."

But she was too far gone to register his words. "I-" she could barely speak, her throat was parched and her tongue was tied. "C-Can you see?" she finally let out.

"I can't. Why?" he answered honestly.

"No...no reason." Did she want him to stop, or not? Her mind was screaming for more, but her rationale was trying to tell her to stop before things went out of control.

He could feel the warm breath brushing against his skin. The way her body shook with every movement. His fingers traced her skin like he was mapping new territory, discovering places only he would ever know.

He thought she'd retreat by now, thinking that they were moving too fast.

But instead, she pressed herself further to his hands. He found it amusing. Izuku never expected her to be this forward, really. Not that he was complaining.

"Looks like I found the watermelon, Nejire," he teased, feeling the flesh bounce on his hand, softer than pudding. "Or maybe something sweeter?" he leaned way down, his tongue teasingly close to her nipples but never touching it.

It was corny, even for him. But she couldn't care less. She didn't know it was even possible to build up this much.

His thumb drew circles around where her nipples were supposed to be. He leaned his head forward, his nose almost touching the crook of her neck. "Smells delicious," he whispered into her ear.

The words sent electricity down her spine, pulling a sound from her throat that was half desperation, half surrender.

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" his hands moved from her tits to her ass. With a firm grip, he used it to lift her to him. The only thing separating the two were the pieces of fabric on their bottom halves. But they still pushed against another, tempting the apple dangling in front of them.

Still blindfolded, his mouth found hers, he had to bend down considerably to reach her mouth. He balanced her on his hips, with one massive hand easily wrapping around both her wrists while the other spanned her entire lower back to not let her fall.

The kiss was hot. Almost painfully so. Each caress left a spark along her skin.

Her mind screamed to stop, but her body had already decided.

They fell to the fine sand, Izuku on top of her. His broad frame completely blocked out the sky above, creating an intimate world of just the two of them. The sheer size of him made her feel simultaneously protected and helplessly small - her body barely spanning the width of his chest.

The makeshift blindfold had served its purpose, but now he wanted to see her. It was never meant to be used as one, so he easily shook it off.

This time, it was his turn to drink her appearance. Her soft, periwinkle hair was spread beneath her like a halo, her royal blue eyes were glazed over, and her mouth hung slightly open.

His eyes traced the soft curves of her breasts, the stiff pink peaks, the smooth valley between them. The tiny droplets of sweat all across her body only made the view more raw.

She lay there like something sacred about to be profaned, and the anticipation made it sweeter.

Her look of helplessness, combined with the tips of her lips arching up made him question who was tempting who.

The other hand traveled down, teasing the fabric of her swimsuit, slipping a finger inside, and feeling the wetness.

A whimper slipped out as she arched, pressing into his touch.

"You're soaking." His voice dropped enough to send shivers down her spine - like thunder before a storm. His fingers tightened their grip, just enough to remind her who was in control.

"I-I know," she stammered. "I need you."

Izuku's jaw tightened imperceptibly as he regarded her; his eyes, dark and steady, spoke volumes. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken command—her soft, trembling "please" was all the answer he needed.

For one fleeting moment, as she uttered that word, a part of her wondered if this surrender was a mistake—if it meant losing herself. But then the steady rhythm of his touch pushed that doubt aside.

Sliding her swimsuit bottom off felt like an eternity—each deliberate motion a slow delicious torment.

Pleasure vibrated across her body as he teasingly patted her pussy. The liquid that was clearly not from the lake splashing against his hands, causing a lewd noise. He rubbed it, making sure his fingers were coated with her juices.

She writhed beneath him. A high-pitched cry tore through the silence, as the tip of his finger slipped inside.

He didn't move. Instead, he watched her face. Her eyes, her parted lips, the flush of her cheeks. He watched as the tension slowly drained from her body.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he pressed deeper. Feeling her walls tighten around his finger. The warmth of her body, the sound of her gasps, and the sight of her expression—every detail etched itself into his memory.

He began to thrust, first gently, then with increasing speed. Her hips rocked in time with his movements, pushing her harder against him.

It wasn't enough. She needed more.

"F-faster. Please. More," her voice cracked.

With a wicked grin, he obliged. He increased the pace, adding a second finger.

Royal blue eyes met emerald green, instinctively, her arms tried to pull him closer, but he wasn't budging. She couldn't muster the words, all she could do was open her mouth, her tongue reaching for his that was just out of reach.

He let out a chuckle before using his tongue to push hers back, her eyes rolled back as her tongue was dominated by his. The sound she made reverberated in their mouths. He continued his exploration, feeling her clenching on his finger, and her whole body spasming in response.

Izuku began pumping, the squelching sounds getting louder, mixing with her moans. Faster. Deeper. Harder. He explored the part of her that was never been touched before.

"How was it? 'Hands are as good as my words' for you?"

Without giving her a chance to ansewr, his fingers were buried knuckle-deep, the pressure inside building until she felt like she was going to explode. Then like a dam breaking, she shattered.

Pleasure erupted through her, waves of ecstasy rolling through her body. Her vision turned white, her muscles locked tight, pulling her taut against him, and her scream tore through the air.

Izuku didn't let up. He kept pumping, faster and faster, stretching out her orgasm until she convulsed with overwhelming intensity, tears leaking from her eyes.

Only when she collapsed into the sand, did he stop. A trail of saliva ran down the corner of her mouth.

She lay there, like a delicate figure in the vast expanse of his presence. Even asher arms and legs fluttered like leaves in a storm, she couldn't help but notice how every time her eyes turned to him, she was reminded of the wonder of being so small, yet so important, in his towering world.

The boys from her past could never—would never—make her feel like this. But Izuku wasn't a boy. He was a man. And now, he owned her. 'Had I ever felt this alive before?'

...

Wait.

The realization crashed through Nejire like a bolt of lightning, her eyes snapping open as the full weight of what they'd done settled over her. Each sensation—his fingertips trailing fire across her skin, the burning imprint of his lips—refused to fade, instead pulsing through her with an intensity that matched her racing heart. She tried to push the memories away, but they only burned brighter, leaving her caught between desire and growing panic.

Watching Izuku undress, her throat went dry. The sight of him stirred something primal in her, even as anxiety clawed at her chest. Her body betrayed her uncertainty, swaying with barely contained need even as her mind screamed for her to stop, to think, to explain.

'Maybe it wouldn't be bad to talk after the fact?' she thought. 'It wasn't like it would change a thing.'

Izuku noticed her hesitation. "Relax. Let me take care of you."

He moved closer, his fingers brushing against her soft, blue locks, then down her cheek, and across her jaw. With a simple movement, she could suck his thumb.

LIME END

'I should just let this happen. Let myself get lost in him again. But I couldn't. Not now.'

When she finally spoke, her voice was quieter—hesitant. "W-Wait..."

His brows creased. "'Wait'? Now?" His tone carried a tinge of annoyance as he paused. But he took a deep breath, and let out a sigh. "Talk to me, Nejire. What's wrong?"

"Could you—" Her cheeks flushed deeper. "Your shorts. Please. I can't... I can't focus when you're..." She gestured vaguely, avoiding his gaze.

He blinked, then understanding dawned. After he'd pulled his shorts back on, he settled beside her, waiting.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, fingers twisting in her lap. "This isn't...I should've told you everything before we..." Her voice caught. "Before any of this."

She took a deep breath, her skin was still tingling with excitement and the hairs on her arms stood up.

"I think we need to talk about them before...well, before we go further. You remember what I told you when we met?"

He thought back on their meeting, which was a challenge, considering his state. "That you weren't good with relationships? And hadbad breakups?"

She nodded. "When I..." Nejire paused. "You know how I get sometimes, with all the questions?" Her eyes darted to his face, then away. "What do you...what do you think about that?"

"Honestly?" The warmth in his voice made her look up. "I think it's adorable. I love how curious you are."

"Oh." Her thumbs circled each other nervously. "Even when...even when I'm asking other guys? It doesn't bother you?"

Izuku's eyes widened with understanding. "Is that why? They got jealous and left?"

"Well..." she twisted her hands in her lap. "It wasn't just jealousy. It's...you know how my Quirk works with stamina, right? How I had to train constantly?" She paused, cheeks flushing. "And how that affects everything else about me..."

Izuku tilted his head, considering her words. "You mean your energy levels?" Then understanding dawned in his eyes. "Oh. Oh. That kind of stamina."

"Yeah. Most guys think it sounds great at first, until..."

"Until they realized they couldn't keep up?" His voice was gentle, free of judgment. "And instead of dealing with it, they blamed you?"

"No, they tried—" She hugged herself tighter. "They weren't terrible people. Some guys wouldn't care if their girlfriends were satisfied, you know? But they did care, they tried, and that...that almost made it worse. Because when they couldn't..." Her voice grew smaller. "It just...it ate at them."

"And did you talk with them about this?"

Shaking her head, she sighed. Sad tears welled in her eyes. "We never did. My first boyfriend found me with...toys one night. I thought I was doing the right thing, you know? Taking care of things myself instead of pressuring him..."

A bitter laugh escaped her. "Guess that backfired." She risked a glance at Izuku, expecting to see disgust or judgment in his eyes. Instead, she found patience and understanding, and something in her chest loosened just a bit.

"He immediately got up and took his things. I was confused why. He said some...hurtful things I'm sure he didn't mean. I was in a bad mood after getting interrupted and lashed back. And before I knew it, it was over."

"So...you didn't even try to talk with him after that?"

"I didn't have a chance to. Neither of us wanted to talk to each other. And after the things we both said, I don't think it would've worked even if we got back together."

"That's definitely not your fault."

"Maybe not? But I still ruined what we had."

Izuku wrapped his arms around her. His touch didn't give her the feeling of him taking advantage, but rather to comfort her. "No, you didn't. And having high libido isn't the same as sleeping around indiscriminately. You know that."

As a guy, it wasn't that hard for Izuku to guess what her ex thought. Despite what she said, if a guy can't satisfy a woman when he tried, there was no way it didn't shatter his pride as a man. The insecurity festered and the sight of satisfying herself aside from his thing, that was a recipe for disaster.

Though Izuku would've just grabbed that toy and made it a positive experience for them, but he could only easily think that because he'd never have their problem.

"I do, but..." she hesitated before continuing. "My second boyfriend was worse. He tried to keep up at first, but then he started getting frustrated. Looking back now, there were probably signs. Times when he'd get quiet after I'd spend hours training, or when I'd get excited talking to other students about their Quirks. I'd get so caught up in learning about them that I'd lean in close, pepper them with questions...I never thought about how that might look to someone watching their girlfriend, even if it was innocent."

Her voice grew quieter. "One day, he saw me talking to Togata about hero work, and he just...exploded. Accused me of sleeping with everyone behind his back."

A shudder ran through her body, and Izuku pulled her closer, his steady heartbeat a counterpoint to her racing pulse. "I was so stunned to say anything and it finally hit me. That it's connected to why my first boyfriend got mad. He probably thought that since I was clearly unsatisfied, I'd turn to other guys. I tried to explain but it was too late. He made a scene and Togata lost patience with him, smacked him in the face. It's the first time I saw him get mad."

"But still, I started wondering if maybe they were right." her voice cracked on the last word, the rest dying in her throat.

"I was so focused on becoming a better hero, on understanding everything and everyone around me...I didn't notice how it was affecting him until it was too late."

"You were different though. When we went to your class, you didn't get uncomfortable or jealous when I asked questions. You just...accepted it as normal. And watching you with Amajiki, how patient you were even when he kept pulling away and how you hit things off with Togata pretty quickly...that's when I knew you were special. But I was burned twice already, so..."

"Is that why you can't continue?" Izuku asked gently, his thumb drawing soothing circles on her shoulder as he felt her trembling slightly. His voice carried none of the judgment she'd feared, only a gentle understanding that made her throat tight. Izuku's fingers wiped away her tears as she nodded, struggling to hold them back.

"I really like you, Izuku. More than I've liked anyone before. And I was scared that if we went all the way, you'd eventually hate me too. That my...needs would be too much for you."

"You've been carrying this worry for a long time, haven't you?" When she stayed silent, he continued softly, "But you don't have to anymore. I'm not like them, Nejire. I'm an Evoker. And trust me, keeping up with you isn't something I worry about. If anything..." A hint of playfulness crept into his voice, "I wonder if you can handle me. And I won't lie—I get jealous. But I won't be irrational. And I sure as hell won't abandon what's mine." His expression grew serious again. "And Nejire? Next time something's bothering you, tell me. We can figure it out together."

Something shifted inside her, like pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place. He hadn't dismissed her fears or offered empty promises. Instead, he'd seen all of her—her needs, her anxieties, her past—and still wanted more. The realization washed over her in waves, each one carrying away another layer of doubt. She felt tension she hadn't even known she was carrying melt from her shoulders.

She felt the last of her defenses crumble. The certainty she'd felt from the beginning bloomed into something deeper, sweeter, more profound. For the first time, she allowed herself to imagine a future where she didn't have to hold back, walking on eggshells with the person she was supposed to trust the most.

When she finally wrapped her arms around his neck, the kiss felt different—not just passionate, but full of promise. He was her anchor, her safe harbor, pulling her from the depths of her doubts into something real, something lasting. His skin was warm under her fingers as they traced the lines of his muscles, his heartbeat strong and steady against her palms.

"Make me yours," she whispered against his lips, her hands moving across his skin. "Completely. I want to belong to you, body and soul."

Izuku's fingers brushed Nejire's cheek, his gaze searching her eyes for any trace of doubt. "Nejire...Are you sure?"

She nodded, a blush coloring her cheeks, but her voice was steady. "I want to give myself to you in every way that matters," she murmured, nuzzling into his neck. "But...I still want my first time to be yours."

His brow furrowed slightly. "I thought..."

"Not in that way. Not yet," she shook her head, her fingers trailing down his chest. "But there's something else I want to share with you first. Something that only you will ever have."

Izuku blinked, his gaze lowering as realization struck. His breath hitched. "Wait...Nejire, are you saying you want...?"

Her blush deepened, but she met his gaze with unwavering intent. "Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all." His fingers ghosted over her skin, his voice huskier now, desire darkening his eyes. "But if we're doing this, I want it to be good for you." He hesitated, glancing around. "We don't have any lube, so we'll need to take it slow."

She shook her head, leaning into him. "I want to feel everything. I want to remember this—us." Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, her touch sending shivers through him. "After...you can take me however you want."

LEMON START

Izuku growled low in his throat, his restraint hanging by a thread.

He started at her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the delicate skin, his tongue tasting the salty-sweet mix of her sweat. His teeth grazed her collarbone, marking her with slow, deliberate nips. His hands roamed freely, mapping every curve, his arousal pressing insistently against her thigh.

Nejire shivered beneath his touch, a breathy whimper escaping her lips. "Izu..."

His fingers dug into the plushness of her ass, kneading, teasing. His free hand slid to her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. The high, breathless moan she released sent a bolt of heat straight to his core.

Then, at last, his fingers trailed lower, pressing against her entrance.

A gasp tore from Nejire's throat as he pushed in. The stretch burned—not painful, but utterly foreign, every nerve sparking alive. Her nails dug into the sand as she forced herself to exhale, to relax as he worked deeper. The contrast between the slow, inexorable invasion and the molten heat pooling in her core sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her.

"Iz...Izuku... I...want to feel your—"

"I want to get rough with you," he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with need. His fingers traced her spine, teasing, promising. "Ravage you." He fisted a hand in her hair, not pulling—yet—but the mere threat of it made her shudder. "And I won't have that ruined because you weren't ready for me. You want me to fuck your virgin ass and turn you into a sloppy mess? Then I decide how it happens."

He took his time, meticulous, each movement coaxing her body to adjust. His thumb found her folds, rubbing slow, measured circles, drawing pleasure from her even as he stretched her wider.

Then, suddenly, he stopped.

A desperate, choked sound escaped her. "Wha—?"

"Not yet," Izuku murmured, watching her unravel beneath him.

"Please... don't stop..." Her voice was slurred, her hands reaching for him, seeking any kind of friction.

He smiled, slow and confident, guiding her onto her hands and knees. "It's easier this way. Spread your cheeks for me."

Her arms quivered as she obeyed. His gaze drank her in—the slick evidence of her arousal, the way her entrance clenched around nothing. A tempting sight.

But he had a promise to keep.

Gathering the wetness on his fingers, he rubbed it against her rear entrance. "Relax for me."

She bit her lip, body tensing as two fingers slipped inside, stretching her further. The pressure was sharp, a mix of pain and something more. Her breaths came in shallow pants.

"Good girl," he praised, his other hand sliding forward to toy with her breasts. His mouth found her ear, his tongue flicking over the shell. "You're doing so well."

Her toes curled, her body slowly adjusting. "I'm so close," she gasped.

"Hold it," he ordered.

"But—"

"I said hold it. Do not make me repeat myself thrice."

She whimpered, her body at war with his command, pleasure coiling tighter with every movement of his fingers. He didn't let up, curling inside her, pressing against that spot that made her entire body tremble.

Then, just when she thought she would break—

The heat of him pressed against her entrance.

Impossibly big. Impossibly hot.

Air escaped her lungs in a shuddering rush as he nudged forward, stretching her just slightly, teasing the threshold between pleasure and pain.

Her nails dug into the sand, every nerve in her body on edge as he pushed in, slow but relentless.

Each inch forced her body to open further, a deep, burning pressure spreading through her core. The sensation teetered between agony and overwhelming pleasure, her mind unable to process where one ended and the other began.

"I-Izuku..." she breathed, the dam threatening to explode.

He didn't reply. A sharp pang was felt on her bottom, the sudden jolt of pain only amplifying her pleasure.

She bit her lip, whimpering, trying to obey even as the pressure threatened to tear her apart.

"Ah!" She cried out, her eyes watering. The burn was intense, her body struggling to accommodate him.

It hurt. But the contrast made the pleasure even stronger.

He pulled back slightly, then eased forward again, a slow, tormenting push that had her shaking with need. The stretch was unbearable, yet intoxicating, her body surrendering inch by inch. He continued this for Gods know how much time, each measured thrust melting her deeper into submission. Seconds, minutes—she couldn't tell. Her thoughts blurred into sensation, the steady, unyielding rhythm reducing her to nothing but raw, aching pleasure.

"Izuku, please..." she whimpered, nearly delirious from the sensations flooding her senses.

And then, finally, he growled, "Now."

Her world shattered.

She came hard, her body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy surged through her. And this time, he didn't hold back. With a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside her, raw and visceral, the heat of it making her shudder in overwhelming satisfaction.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she collapsed forward, utterly spent, her body still tingling from the aftershocks. Izuku, still inside her, leaned over, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin.

"You took that so well," he murmured, voice husky with satisfaction.

Nejire let out a weak, breathless laugh, her body still reeling. "Mmm... I might get addicted to this. Or maybe...it's just you."

He smirked against her skin. "Then I guess we'll have to find out."

He pulled out, and the last of his release spilled onto her back. The sensation sent another shudder through her convulsing frame, her body still pulsing with the echoes of pleasure.

She had given him her first anal experience. The thought made her giddy, satisfaction swirling in her chest.

But more than that, she needed to know.

Was it anal sex, or was he just that good?

Her muscles twitched, overstimulated yet greedy for more. She sucked in a shaky breath, trying to steady herself—but then she felt him pressing against her folds, teasing the slick heat between her thighs.

Every ounce of restraint vanished.

Her body answered before her mind could.

She said nothing—she couldn't. Speaking might shatter the moment, might make him stop, and she couldn't let that happen.

Then he pushed in.

Her breath hitched, her core clenching around him as he stretched her open once more. A sharp gasp spilled from her lips, her toes curling into the sand beneath her. The contrast between the cool grains and the scorching heat of his body made every sensation sharper, every movement more intoxicating.

"Mmmh!~"

This—this was heaven for Nejire. A full-body high that left her weightless, consumed. Her expression as if savoring the most delicious meal.

Her back arched, pressing her breasts into the sand as she surrendered to him, to the relentless pleasure unraveling her from the inside out.

'Yeah. This is way better.'

"Ahhh!~"

Each thrust drove deeper, her stomach bulging with the imprint of his cock, the obscene sight making her walls flutter around him. The wet, lewd sounds of their union filled the air, mingling with the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. The musky scent of sex lingered heavy around them, wrapping them in an intoxicating haze.

"Your insides are as tight as a virgin's, Nejire," Izuku growled, his voice a low rasp of hunger.

The praise shot straight through her, igniting something primal. Her breath hitched, her walls clamping down around him as if to prove just how much she could take.

And then—

A sharp tug at her scalp.

Her eyes flew open, a ragged cry leaving her lips as he yanked her head back by her hair, forcing her spine into a perfect arch. The sharp sting of pain only amplified the pleasure, sending a shudder rippling down her body.

She loved it.

"Haaaah!~" The raw dominance in his grip sent a delicious thrill through her, making her walls tighten around him with desperate need.

Then, with a fluid motion, he shifted their positions, keeping himself buried inside her. A startled gasp escaped her as gravity shifted, her body momentarily weightless before his strong arms caught her.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

She was a mess—utterly wrecked. Strands of periwinkle hair clung to her sweat-slicked forehead, her flushed cheeks burning with heat. Her lips were parted, barely able to form words through her haze.

And yet, even in this ruined state, his desire for her only grew.

At this point, he wasn't even sure if she actually had a high libido or if her exes were just that inexperienced.

But no—he knew the truth.

Her insatiable hunger wasn't just about sex. It was about him.

As her Quirk strengthened, reaching climax became harder than ever—yet he made her cross them all with ease. With each climax, her limits shattered—only for the pleasure to intensify.

Izuku had taken her beyond anything she'd known before. With him, what had once been mere fireworks had transformed into a relentless supernova.

She was spiraling. Not just from the overwhelming sensation, but from the way he consumed her—body, mind, and soul—until she wasn't sure where she ended and he began.

'What are you doing to me?' she thought.

His scent, his heat, the way his hands gripped her hips and held her steady—everything drowned out the world beyond them. Nothing else mattered.

"Fuck," Izuku breathed, the word slipping out raw, almost reverent. His hold tightened, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he thrust deeper, harder, more possessive.

Nejire's nails raked down his back, a violent shudder wracked her as another orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

And then it hit her.

A white-hot burst of heat flooded her insides, his cock pulsing deep within her as he spilled himself inside. The sudden, overwhelming sensation sent her spiraling, her mind blanking as her walls clenched around him in aftershocks of pleasure so intense she could see them.

Time lost meaning. Her body was a live wire, every nerve alight, every touch a lingering ember in the firestorm he'd left behind.

Even the way he pulled out left her overstimulated, a final tremor of pleasure trailing down her spine.

She could see release spilled from her, sticky and hot, a tangible reminder of how completely he had claimed her. Too much to hold inside, slipping from her in slow, sinful dribbles.

The air was thick—charged. The weight of him above her, the way his hands steadied her, the warmth pooling between her thighs—it was too much and not enough all at once.

A dull throb pulsed deep inside her, a lingering ache that only made her crave him more. She should've been spent, should've collapsed in exhaustion. But she wasn't.

Not when the heat still crackled between them. Not when every inch of her skin remembered his touch.

She needed more.

And when Nejire's gaze flickered downward, catching sight of him still hard—her mouth parted, her tongue darting out instinctively.

...Still hard.

A shiver ran through her, the ache between her legs stirring back to life far sooner than it should.

Izuku gave her a knowing smirk.

This should have been impossible. But nothing about him ever was.

Her fingers twitched, caught between reaching for him and grounding herself. A nervous laugh tickled her throat, but she swallowed it down. "You're serious, aren't you? That I've gotta be the one to keep up."

His hand trailed up her thigh, feather-light, setting her nerves on fire. "Very. Worried?"

She exhaled shakily, thighs pressing together in instinctive reaction. "No. Just...surprised. I didn't know a guy could be so—"

"Insatiable?"

"I was going to say relentless, but sure, let's go with that."

His amusement flickered in the sharp glint of his eyes, but something darker swam beneath it. A challenge.

He followed her gaze, taking in the way her tongue flicked out unconsciously.

"I think I know how you can make use of that curiosity of yours."

A blush crept up her neck before she even processed the words. 'Still so reactive,' he mused, watching another shiver race through her. His fingertips traced slow, teasing circles over her thighs, never quite reaching where she wanted.

"I want to watch you squirm a little more first," he murmured, amusement laced in his tone as he rested back against the rock, arms crossed—a silent invitation. "You've been wanting to taste my cock, haven't you?" his voice dropped lower, sultry.

Her throat bobbed in a hard swallow. Her eyes lingered, wide, lips parting slightly.

"...Yes," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

"Then why don't you come and get it?" His smirk deepened. "Clean up the mess you made."

Her blush deepened, but her body was already moving before she could think. Crawling forward, she settled between his legs, gaze locked onto him with unblinking focus.

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft—her breath catching at the contrast of smooth heat over rigid steel. A sharp inhale escaped her lips as she traced the vein running along the underside, feeling the subtle pulse beneath her fingertips.

Nejire leaned in, her breath warm against his skin. The world narrowed to the space between them—heat, touch, anticipation coiling tight in her belly. And then, everything else melted away.

LEMON END

The eternal summer sun bathed their private paradise in golden light, the moment stretching, timeless.

When it was over—whenever that was—Nejire lay sprawled on the mat, utterly spent. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin, damp waves of blue hair clinging to her cheeks, her lips swollen, kiss-bruised. Even in slumber, her chest still rose and fell in the aftershocks of exhaustion.

Izuku leaned back against the rock, finally indulging in the watermelon they'd long forgotten. The sweetness burst over his tongue, a stark contrast to the heat still clinging to his skin.

He glanced at Nejire, tangled in the sheets, limbs slack with exhaustion—utterly ruined.

Yet even in this state, she was breathtaking.

Thanks for reading this chapter!

This conversation has been building since Intermission II of Evoker's Destiny, where we first got a hint of Nejire's relationship struggles. I've always seen her Quirk as having interesting implications beyond just hero work - the intense stamina training would naturally affect other aspects of her physiology. If Izuku wasn't built like a machine in stories like this, I fear she'd be stuck with toys after draining her partner, whoever he was.

I appreciate all feedback and questions, as they help me refine both the story and characters.

While I'd originally planned to move to a Fuyumi date next, I've decided to hold that for after Ochaco's temporary departure. Those three days will give us time to explore that relationship and introduce some...interesting...new characters.

Next up: Happy Birthday, Ochaco!