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Izuku and Himiko walked along the street, looking in and out of shops to see if anything caught their eye. While the date had been Himiko's idea, she hadn't prepared a plan for what they should do at all, aside from walking around the shopping district.
Izuku wore a blue and yellow All Might hoodie and a simple pair of blue jeans. Himiko wore an overly large cream-colored shirt that was basically a dress. The graphic on the shirt was a chibi tiger roaring.
When Izuku asked what they would be doing, Himiko said it would be more fun to look around and find something rather than go out to do something specific all day and then return to her apartment.
Izuku found their sporadic hopping from one shop to another to be pretty fun. "Where should we go next?" he asked, looking down at Himiko, who was very attached to his left arm.
"Let's go get some snacks for later at that corner store," she suggested, pointing to a convenience store on the right side of the road.
"Alright, that sounds good to me."
The pair made their way through the aisles for snacks they both enjoyed. Izuku found the brand of hot chocolate he liked, a bag of salted chips, and a package of cookies.
"Really," Himiko asked incredulously, "that's all you're going to get?"
"W-Well, I thought we could also order a pizza," he shrugged, "and I didn't need any cold drinks because I assumed you have some back at your apartment."
"Well, just bottled water," Himiko said, grabbing a couple of packages of sour candy, spicy potato chips, a few assorted bags of Kasugai gummies, and a ten-bag box of popcorn.
Izuku looked at her like she was crazy, "That should be fine. I'm keeping to the diet All Might made for me, but I can have a few cheat days. By the way, how do you stay so thin, Himiko? Especially if you eat so much junk food!"
She put her finger on her chin as they laid all of their collective snacks on the counter. "A lot of exercise and really good genes," she said.
Izuku shook his head as he paid, taking the bags from her when they left the convenience store, "so where now? It's still pretty light out."
Himiko put a finger to her chin, swaying her head left and right, thinking, "Maybe an arcade for a little while, and then we can head to my apartment. I know this place that's right around the block from my place!"
"Sounds good," Izuku smiled, Himiko taking his hand and leading the way.
They walked along, heading towards the train station near U.A. Thankfully, the arcade was just a few blocks away.
It was hard to miss; different people ran in and out, kids shouted, and parents tried to wrangle them. The giant neon sign above read "Musutafu Galaxy Arcade" in big red and blue letters.
"Have you been here before," Izuku asked, looking down at Himiko, her wide grin making him smile too.
"Nope! I just saw it when I moved in a little while back. I thought it'd be pretty fun going with you!"
"Just a heads up, I'm not too good at most arcade games other than the fighting games," Izuku admitted bashfully.
Himiko laughed, "That's fine; I'm only good at claw games. So let's try a bunch of stuff and have fun!"
She pulled him along, pointing and grinning at various machines; her buzzing energy reminded Izuku of little kids playing on a playground. The first machine she tugged him over to was, unsurprisingly, a claw machine with multiple plushies.
"So, you're just gonna gloat when I can't win anything?" Izuku asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"You know me so well, Izu," she grinned. She put a few coins into the machine and bowed to Izuku, motioning for him to go ahead.
Izuku shook his head, stepped forward, and moved the control so that the claw jerked to life. Rhythmic, annoying music played as he concentrated on positioning the claw over a toy cat with yellow-slitted eyes that reminded him of Himiko's.
The claw dropped, opening directly on the stuffed animal's head, and for a moment, Izuku thought he'd done it perfectly. Then the stupid thing jerked upwards while closing on the head, and the claw just scraped against it and closed around nothing.
"Ugh! See, I'm awful at these," Izuku sighed.
Himiko giggled lightly, pushing him out of the way with her hip, and inserted a few more coins, "That's fine! Like I said, I'm great at these!"
Just like she promised, her hands moved fluidly to position the claw at an odd angle, dangling over an All Might plushie. The claw dropped in the same jerky fashion it had with him, but this time, when it jerked closed, it hooked under the All Might plushie's arms, and the bulk of the free space above was filled with the doll's head.
In amazement, Izuku watched the plushie rise and jerk to a stop at the top; the claw moved along the trail and dropped the toy into the open compartment.
Himiko bounced on her feet, celebrating animatedly. When her funny hopping simmered down to an excited wiggling, she held the toy out to Izuku, "You should put this in your room! It'll go with all the other All Might stuff you've got!"
Izuku blushed, taking the plushie, 'I thought I was supposed to be the one to win her something and give her a present.'
"Let's go over there," she pointed at a couple of fighting games, most of which were hero-themed.
Himiko pulled him along, placing her hands on his shoulders. She comically placed him in front of the player one slot and took a position next to him at the player two space.
The game was a newer machine, being so up-to-date that they actually featured heroes like Kamui Woods, Mt. Lady, and Death Arms.
Izuku's face lit up. He looked at Himiko as he deposited a few coins into the player's one and two spots. "This is so cool! This is the first game I've found that has this many recent heroes!"
"I knew you'd like it," Himiko winked at him, looking through the selection of heroes, but after a while, she groaned, "You can't pick Stain!"
"W-Why would you want to pick the hero killer!? He's a maniac," Izuku asked, frowning at her.
"Cause he's cool! Everyone loves an antihero; he only kills corrupt or fake heroes, and he doesn't just kill heroes; he also takes out some of the worse villains."
Izuku didn't agree with Stain's point of view, not entirely anyway. If a person wasn't necessarily doing hero work just because they wanted to save people, that didn't mean them being a hero wasn't just as valid.
However, he didn't have any excuses for people who blatantly abused their status as a hero for sheer personal gain at the expense of others. But that didn't mean they needed to be killed, stripped of their hero license, or put in prison if the offense was bad enough, but certainly not killed.
"Sorry, I just don't understand killing someone. At least not for any reason I can think of," Izuku shook his head, selecting Silver Age All Might.
"Sure you can," Himiko said, her voice serious but her smile not wavering. "What if someone killed your mom or Eri?"
Izuku froze, considering that, "T-that's not fair. That's completely different."
"How," she asked, puzzled, finally deciding on picking Edgeshot. "In this world, there aren't any guarantees that people we love can't or won't die. Our lives are short, and villains make them shorter, so it's important you know what you'll do if that happens."
Izuku frowned, thinking, 'What would I do?'
He didn't know what would've made him more horrified, a delayed answer or an immediate one, but he knew with certainty what he would do if any of the people close to him were hurt. He would save them, at risk to his own life, and if that failed… he would beat the person to within an inch of their life. Maybe he would take the leap and kill them, but he wouldn't know for sure unless it happened.
"I… don't know exactly what I would do," Izuku shakily answered, his eyes focused on the game they were playing. Himiko was winning, "but I know I wouldn't just sit by as someone I love is hurt; I'd save them if I could."
Izuku could see Himiko's head tilt to the side out of the corner of his eye, clearly curious about his answer, "And if you couldn't save them?"
Izuku turned his head to stare unblinkingly at Himiko, "I don't know about killing, but I wouldn't be gentle with whoever hurt you, Mom, or Eri."
Himiko turned her gaze from the screen, locking eyes with Izuku. The sharp, intense stare she gave him made his spine tingle, and not in the usual pleasant way it usually did when she looked at him, "I wouldn't hesitate to kill someone if they killed you, Eri, or Inko, no matter how much I know me killing them might upset you."
Izuku couldn't help but avert his gaze from her steady intensity. Their arcade fight game continued in silence for a long time until Himiko finally beat Izuku, and she cheered as if an intense silence hadn't fallen between them.
Her grin she sent him was back to its normal sharp-toothed carefreeness, and she grabbed hold of his hand, "Come on, I think we both lost interest in doing anything here. Let's go back to my apartment."
"Yeah," Izuku nodded, picking up the shopping bags from beside the arcade machine.
When Himiko said her apartment was close to the U.A. train station, she wasn't kidding. Her apartment was just a few blocks away. The outside was a large, fancy building that looked much more expensive than the one Izuku and his mom lived in.
"How the heck can you afford rent here," Izuku asked.
"Like I said, I'm a criminal, but I only attack bad guys; they've got a lot of money on them, so it pays well," Himiko laughed, tugging him toward the front door to the complex.
"Y-You should stop joking about that. It kinda stopped being funny a while ago," Izuku sighed, following her inside and up an elevator to the ninth floor.
"Alright, I'll stop talkin' about it," she laughed, walking over to room nine twenty-two, swiping a keycard. The door gave a quiet click and opened.
The interior was fairly bare. To the immediate right, Izuku could see a full bathroom with a toilet, sink, shower, and even a bathtub. Further down the hall, they entered the living room, which was conjoined to the kitchen. The hardwood floors were bare, save for a burgundy "U"-shaped sofa facing a decent-sized flatscreen TV.
"This place is big," Izuku marveled, looking around with his mouth agape.
Himiko giggled while walking over to the kitchen and taking the bags from Izuku. "I got a really good deal on it. I know the apartment complex manager, and he was happy to let me stay for a little less than most of the residents."
Izuku came over and got to work putting their snacks away, leaving a few bags of chips and a pair of water bottles out.
"So, what did you want to watch," Izuku asked, a small smile on his face as he sat on the couch.
"Let's watch a horror movie," she exclaimed, plopping down into his lap.
Izuku paled; he wasn't exactly fond of horror movies, even if the last one he had watched with Himiko was now a blur, "A-are you sure? I'm r-really bad with them."
Her wide, predatory grin made Izuku very nervous, "it's fine, Izu! We won't be watching it for too long."
Izuku's innocent mind didn't catch the double meaning as he beamed at her, "O-oh, thank god. Can I pick what we watch when you get bored with it? I've got a few in mind I bet y-you'd like."
Himiko flipped through a few channels with the TV remote, and as she did, they both started to lean back further and further until they were both lying down. Himiko lay on top of Izuku, her head resting on his chest, and a pillow was under Izuku's head.
She finally settled on a channel with a very retro-looking movie playing about some camp counselors going to camp to prepare for the summer. Obviously, things don't go well for the counselors, and before long, they start dying.
The movie wasn't as bad as the last one they had seen; the gore was pretty minimal, but what Izuku saw was relatively tame for what he assumed was Himiko's taste.
While he watched, Izuku cast a few nervous glances at Himiko. He wasn't exactly an idiot, and his mom had pretty much spelled out what they would probably be getting up to tonight, alone together. After a while, Himiko had pulled a blanket over them for warmth and began nibbling on Izuku's forearm every so often. It didn't hurt, but it was making him squirm a bit beneath her.
Izuku felt very red in the face as one of Himiko's sharper teeth nipped a bit at his arm, and her breasts pushed into his stomach, 'this is so nerve-wracking!'
Izuku turned his attention to the screen and quickly regretted it when he caught sight of a very explicit sex scene that made him yelp in surprise.
"What?" Himiko laughed, looking at him from her position on his chest, "getting embarrassed, Izu?"
Himiko lightly lifted herself and let her body glide forward a bit, brushing her breasts lightly along Izuku's torso. When she finally came face to face with him, she lay down softly, her breasts pressing into his chest, making Izuku blush ten times worse.
"Calm down, Izu; it's not like this is anything we haven't done before," Himiko purred, her tongue tracing along his neck and her soft lips leaving a trail of fire along with it.
"W-Well y-y-your b-b-b-breasts are k-kind of…" Izuku trailed off, not wanting to continue lest his entire body combust from the heat.
Himiko blinked at him, confused for a moment, before she looked down and grinned, pressing herself even closer to him, "What like this?"
Izuku could feel her every curve very vividly through the large shirt she was wearing, "y-yeah!"
While wide, Himiko's smile was highlighted by a lovely blush that made Izuku's heart race even faster. If that was even possible.
"Can I bite you a little," she asked, her fangs already halfway toward his shoulder in anticipation.
Izuku wasn't an idiot. If he let her bite him, this would almost definitely escalate, and there would be nothing to stop them once it did. They had barely controlled themselves in the movie theatre, if you could even call what they had done controlled, and in Himiko's apartment, they had no real reason to hold back.
Izuku paused momentarily, his breathing heavy and his eyes locking with Himiko's, her expectant but pleading eyes making his heart hammer all the harder. "G-go ahead," Izuku panted, tilting his head to the side, trying to lessen his blush with the cool back of his hand.
A searching tongue traced circles into Izuku's shoulder, making him shudder beneath Himiko. When she had finally been satisfied with all her teasing, her sharp fangs broke his skin. Izuku's arms wrapped around Himiko, his left hand combing through her golden blonde hair, and an odd thought passed through his head.
'What if I…'
Izuku, having full sight of the right side of Himiko's neck, lowered his head to her shoulder. He slowly opened his mouth, resting his own teeth on her soft, pale flesh, and then he bit lightly into her shoulder.
The contact made Izuku's body jolt as Himiko's hands snaked under his shirt. Their shared bite felt extremely personal in an odd way, somehow more than a kiss but less than sex.
As Himiko's own hands traced up and down his body, Izuku grew uncharacteristically bold, his own hands snaking down to feel the girl's butt.
To his shocked surprise, she wasn't wearing anything underneath her shirt aside from the knee-high socks she had been wearing.
Izuku quickly released his bite, eliciting a soft moan from the girl, "H-Himiko! Y-You're not w-wearing any u-u-underwear!"
She released her bite, thankfully very gently, and grinned at him, "I thought you'd like that, but a good time to tease you never came up. By the way, you know you're still coping a feel, right?"
Izuku looked at her, confused for a moment, until he realized his hand was still lightly gripping her butt, "Aaaah! I-I'm s-sorry! I d-d-didn't…"
His very frantic stuttering was cut short when Himiko pressed her lips against his; her tongue snaked into his mouth, mixing the sweet and tangy taste of peaches and blood.
It had taken him a while to get used to the taste of blood when Himiko bit him and then went right into a kiss, but not as long as he thought it would.
Their tongues caressed one another, and Izuku's previous stutter was forgotten as his hand moved again to Himiko's backside.
For her part, Himiko's hand traced downward, entering his pants to wrap around his very hard member gently.
Izuku gasped as Himiko squeezed lightly, his vision blurry with a familiar haze he'd felt in the movie theatre. Not thinking, Izuku allowed his hand to wander around the side of Himiko's leg where he had let his hand rest before.
Now, his hand was between them, much like Himiko's, and he allowed his fingers to brush lightly against a soft, moist opening between her legs. This time, it was her that moaned at the contact.
Izuku pressed further, the tip of his ring finger entering the warm insides of her body, making his assault on her mouth increase in intensity. He began to nip and suck at her lower lip and the sides of her jaw, making the girl pant heavily; all the while, his ring finger gently stroked her inner walls.
"Ishu," Himiko slurred as he left a trail of hickeys along her neck and jawline, his ring finger now up to the second joint inside of her.
Himiko's own hand frantically stroked and massaged his entire length, making his breath very ragged, "H-Himi-chan!"
Her hips began to rock against his hand, clearly feeling better and better by the second as they continued their frenzied kissing. A trail of red bruises began forming on Izuku's neck, but he didn't care at this point.
Their desperate and clumsy movements finally came to an end as Himiko shuddered, her thighs tightening in a death grip around Izuku's hand, making him go still as he put his free hand on the girl's head.
When her head lowered to his neck, he could feel her sink her teeth into his shoulder, much harder than she usually did, and his own legs coiled tightly in pleasure.
Thankfully, he hadn't released like Himiko had, but he had come extremely close. If the girl had had enough clarity to keep stroking him, then Izuku was sure he would have climaxed with her, but he wanted her to feel better than he had.
As she released Izuku's shoulder, he slowly retracted his hand, bringing it out from between them. For a moment, Izuku stared at his digit, and the girl looked at him, puzzled from her panting position as her head rested on his shoulder.
An image of Himiko licking her palm ran through Izuku's head, and looking at Himiko, he deliberately, slowly, placed his finger in his mouth, making the girl's face grow redder at the sight.
It tasted a bit salty but also had an underlying sweetness, but he didn't know if that was his own imagination or just a natural flavor. As he withdrew his finger, Himiko threw the blanket off of them, and she ran into a room he could see had a bed inside.
'Did I do something wrong?" Izuku worried, sitting up slowly, uncomfortably shifting with the bulge bending in his jeans.
Himiko quickly ran back, flipping the lights off and holding a box illuminated by the TV light, which made him blush deeply.
They were condoms.
Not wasting any time, Himiko tore the box open and placed it beside the couch as she started kissing Izuku again. Her hands lifted his hoodie over his head and threw the garment into a heap on the other side of the sofa.
Her hands caressed and gently scratched at his chest, quickly bringing him back into the mood.
He hesitantly brought his hands up and under her shirt to brush against her bare breast's underneath. Izuku had no idea why he was more hesitant with her chest than he had been between her legs, but his thumbs lightly brushing against her nipples made him very aroused at the little moan they elicited.
Himiko's hands lightly unbuttoned his jeans and fluidly removed them to join his hoodie. All that separated their most intimate parts was the thin material of Izuku's briefs and the long shirt Himiko still wore.
Izuku, having lost himself in his haze again, gently lowered Himiko below him and kissed her softly as his crotch brushed against her own. Izuku gently tugged at the sides of Himiko's shirt, lifting the fabric over her head, allowing him to see her fully naked for the first time.
Her normally sharklike grin was gone, and in its place was an embarrassed frown highlighted by her blush. Izuku's eyes traced along her full, supple thighs, her thin pink lower lips, the gentle, thin curve of her waist, and her firm, perfectly shaped breasts with dainty pink nipples.
"I love you," Izuku smiled, lowering his head to nibble on Himiko's neck, knowing it would make her squirm. He could feel her heavy breath against his neck as she left more hickeys.
Izuku pulled away and hooked his thumbs into his briefs to pull them off but hesitated for a moment, finally realizing the true gravity of the situation. If he continued, they would definitely have sex, and while he wanted to, he couldn't just assume Himiko would feel the exact same way. After all, maybe she would get scared at the last moment, so he just had to make sure.
"H-Himi-chan," Izuku panted, looking down at her, "a-are you sure?"
Himiko's soft smile reassured him as she reached down, plucking a condom from the box with one hand, and helped him take his underwear off with the other.
"You're the only person I want to do this with, Izu," she smiled, handing him the condom and kissing him lightly.
For a few seconds, Izuku fidgeted with the wrapper, his nerves almost making him tear it and the condom in half. Thankfully, he managed to get it open without damaging the condom; now, he flipped the rubbery piece in his hands, trying to find the right way to put it on.
Himiko giggled, pulling it away from him, "I watched a video just in case."
She flipped the condom over a few times, clearly as nervous as Izuku, but she quickly found the right way and slid the rubbery material along his shaft, making him twitch at her touch.
Izuku sighed as Himiko fell back, her arms to either side of her breasts, clearly wanting to cover them but not moving so Izuku could see.
He gulped, looking down to position himself where his ring finger had entered Himiko earlier, and when he was sure he had found the right spot, Izuku braced himself.
"I'm going in," he warned Himiko.
"G-Go a-ahead," she stammered uncharacteristically.
Izuku took a deep breath in and slid forward, his head slightly caught against her, the opening a bit too small for him, but then his head slid inside, and they both gasped at the sensation. Even with the condom, Izuku had to stop for a moment, lest he cum as soon as he had entered Himiko.
He wasn't exactly in a hurry to be a one-pump chump.
Himiko bit her lip, clearly in pain, "Are you okay?!"
"I-I'm fine; it just hurts a little. Just give me a second," she gasped, tears in her eyes.
"H-Himiko! You're about to cry! I'll take it out! I don't want to hurt you," Izuku panicked about to draw back until Himiko's legs wrapped around him, locking him in place.
"I'm not crying in pain, dummy; I'm happy." She laughed, bringing Izuku's head down and kissing him tenderly. When she drew her head back and smiled at him, "You can move now; it doesn't hurt anymore."
Izuku smiled fondly at her, nodding slightly. As he pushed further into her, Izuku could feel her insides squeezing him with tight, loving warmth.
A soft moan escaped both of their lips as Izuku fully entered Himiko, his weight now entirely resting on her as they both panted.
"I-I'm g-gonna m-move more," Izuku gasped in pleasure at the sensation of Himiko twitching around his member.
Slowly, agonizingly. Izuku drew back his hips, and just as slowly, he thrust forward, feeling the electrical shock shoot up his spine in pleasure. Himiko moaned into his shoulder, her hands tangled in his hair and her teeth sinking into the same spot she often bit.
This made Izuku moan as well, his pace quickening and his heart beating faster than he thought it ever could.
Izuku could barely think as Himiko's warm insides gripped him in a vice that only relented as he pulled out, and even then, he could feel her insides drawing him back. Izuku had no idea how he had ever gone so long without feeling this way with Himiko; this feeling was truly like they had become one.
They both felt pleasure, they both wanted nothing more than to stay this close to the other, and they both wanted this amazing feeling never to end.
Izuku ran his right hand along the curve of Himiko's butt and allowed his left to play with her breast. His quick, steady thrusts made the girl let go of his shoulder and moan in ecstasy.
Not missing an opportunity, Izuku lowered his head to her right nipple and started sucking on the soft, smooth bud.
A loud moan tore through the apartment, making Izuku pick up his thrusts.
"Ishu! I-I'm gonna c-cum, if you keep doing that," she yelled, slurring his nickname again, her voice ringing in his ears like a clear, beautiful bell.
He let go of her nipple, coming back up to kiss her, and grunted, "M-me too, Himi-chan! I'm at my limit! Let's cum together!"
As he thrust quicker and quicker, Himiko moaned louder, her walls tightening painfully around Izuku.
One final deep thrust sent them both over the edge, and Izuku released inside of the condom, fearful that it might break with how hard Himiko was gripping him. Her legs tightly wrapped around Izuku's waist, nearly crushing him to her as rope after rope deposited itself into the condom.
Finally, their shaking orgasms subsided, and Himiko gently released Izuku from her legs, allowing him to pull back.
Izuku pulled the condom from his member, carefully inspecting it and sighing when he saw no holes. He sat up, threw the spent condom into the trash can beside the couch, and lifted Himiko so she could lay on top of him. Both were still naked, but neither of them felt strong enough to stand and put their clothes back on.
"I love you," Himiko sighed, wrapping her arms around Izuku's waist in an embrace that he returned.
"I love you too," Izuku said, kissing the top of her head.
Himiko slid up a little, kissing Izuku with a methodical slowness that showed she wanted the contact to go on forever. Unfortunately, they needed air.
Izuku looked over to the TV and could see the credits of the movie going, "Sorry, looks like we missed it."
Himiko looked over, her cheek resting on his chest, "That's fine. We had way more fun than watching a movie."
Izuku laughed, "I'll say."
Himiko shifted beneath him, her lower lips lightly brushing his penis, making it jump and stiffen in excitement. Izuku's face grew red in embarrassment at the sharp grin she sent him.
"Wanna go again," she teased, wiggling her hips and sandwiching his member between her thighs.
"Y-Yeah," Izuku blushed, looking away from the girl, embarrassed.
"All right! Let's try to work through the whole box," Himiko giggled, holding the condoms up.
Izuku looked, blanching at the twenty-count box.
"One down, nineteen more to go," Himiko laughed.