Ingenium (Tenya Iida)

Hey, I love all your SMAU’s so much, I was wondering if maybe you could do one that’s Aizawa x reader and they have a kid together?

I think it would be so cute, if not that’s ok, I love your smau’s so much

dorm life, parent life | s. aizawa

co-parenting with aizawa was already hard enough. now you're doing it in the middle of the ua dorms.

I was just thinking about…Bunny!Izuku (🌸❤️‍🔥)

BECAUSE IM LITERALLY SEEING IT EVERYWHERE. ON PINTEREST ITS b u n n y ! I z u k u. ON TUMBLR ITS b u n n y ! I z u k u .

(❤️‍🔥18+ content below. Minors DNI❤️‍🔥)

Bunny!Izuku I like to imagine, loves to misplace your things. He’ll place your keys under the couch, your hair ties in the kitchen cabinet, and when you go looking for them, it’s a game to see who gets to them first.

Bunny!Izuku has his own room in your apartment, but basically doesn’t even use it, always sleeping in your room, with you. He shares most things with you, whether it be clothes, food, your bed- you name it.

Bunny!Izuku is spoiled rotten. He knows it too. You spend so much money on this little fucker, buying him whatever he wants when you two leave the house. (He is grateful though, and seeing his fluffy cotton tail wag just- makes you a different kind of animal.)

Bunny!Izuku is a brat. We all know this. We all love this. But what I headcannon him, is that he’s so much of a brat, that when you finally put him in his place, he’s a trembling, sobbing mess. (I.e; “Y/n! Oh- god- please- it’s so good. Harder- please Y/n- I’m such a brat- I know, please!”)

Bunny!Izuku who loves to cuddle, like, a lot. He’ll just find you in the house, and sit on your lap, or sit next to you, or hug around your waist- just something for that physical contact.

Bunny!Izu who hates it when you scold him. He’ll pout at you and stomp his feet on the floor. He’s a little brat and he knows it.

Bunny!Izu who gets pretty worn out after spending all his energy all day, and who will lay down to cuddle with you, whining for your attention and touch.

Bunny!Izu definitely pops a boner as soon as your hand is in his hair, scratching at the base of his ears and combing through his wild curls

Bunny!Izu who grips onto your shirt and looks up at you with needy eyes, pleading for you to touch him, to give him what his body’s begging for. (“Y/n..I..I need you..please..? I’ve been good today..”)

Bunny!Izu who whimpers loudly as you begin to gently pump your hand up and down his cock, slowly soothing the growing ache that had been building to a crescendo. His loud whines and feminine whimpers fill the room while you murmur soft praise to the bunny boy.

Bunny!Izu who can’t tear his eyes away from where you’re pleasuring him, his stupid tail trying to wag under him as he watches your hand ride up and down his cock, only drawing out more pornographic moans from the bunny.

Bunny!Izu who’s throwing his head back into the pillow, tears flowing down his face as he begs for more even though he’s just cum. (“Please- don’t stop please! It feels so good, god it feels amazing please Y/n!”)

Bunny!Izu who’s spent after a few more rounds of your gentle touches and overstimulation, his body trembling, his ears folded down, and his face covered in tears.

Bunny!Izu who thanks you shakily when you return from the bathroom with a wet wash cloth, gently wiping the remnants of his release from his abdomen and cheek, smiling softly and giving him a few soft kisses on his forehead.

Bunny!Izu who, as soon as you’re back in bed, is wrapped around you, cuddling into your neck while you gently scratch his ears, whispering sweet nothings to him. (“My sweet boy..you’re so cute Izuku..my pretty baby..my good bunny..”)

Bunny!Izuku who falls asleep every night knowing he’s loved and cherished, always taken care of, who knows you have his back no matter what.

Bunny!Izuku who is so thankful to have life better than most hybrids, and is so thankful for you, and who loves you unconditionally, the exact way you love him. Bratty flaws and all.

Ive been wanting to write bunny!izu for literally so long it’s not even funny. I saw like, 4 people write B!Izu head cannons/one shots, and if you did that, you’re awesome.

She is actually my wife.

Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 9

Previous Chapter: Part 8 | Next Chapter: Part 10 Coming Soon!

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋

Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Smut

🚫🔞THIS IS AN ADULT BLOG CONTAINING EXPLICIT CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, A18+ ONLY.🔞🚫

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, spicy scenes

Ten minutes later, you rejoin the party feeling refreshed. It seems that you haven’t missed much in the half hour that you were gone – everyone is munching on sweets and chatting animatedly. The vibe is happy and your peers are still buzzing with delight from the spin the bottle game.

You cruise through the common area where classmates are lounging with friends on the couches and across the floor. You see a few couples necking in the corners, and one in particular catches your eye. Tucked under the window towards the back are Hitoshi Shinsou and Nieto Monoma, locked in an amorous embrace.

Hitoshi is sitting with his back against the wall, Monoma in his lap. They’re making out lazily, blissed out and wrapped up in their own world. The purple haired hero has one hand at the nape of Monoma’s neck, the other creeping up under the hem of his shirt. Nieto has his hands cupping Shinsou’s delicate face. The blonde’s eyes glued shut as he presses his mouth to Hitoshi’s lips again and again and again. It looks as if he can’t believe his luck – he kisses Hitoshi as if they’re locked in a dream and he might wake up at any moment.

You smile quietly; glad to see that the night is going well in the romance department for others aside from you. With a start, you think of Mina and scan the crowd in search of a pink head of hair. You don’t see her on any of the couches or in the hallway. Instead, you find Toru in the kitchen chatting with Tsu and Ochaco, still giggling over her kiss with Oiiro.

“Y/N!” She squeals as she grabs your arm and pulls you into the little group of girls. “Did you see it happen? Oh my GOD wasn’t it romantic!?” She gushes. You grin and nod as she rates the softness of Ojiro’s lips (a solid 8 out of 10) and wonders how defined his abs are under his simple grey t-shirt (since the guy spends most of his off time training in a dojo, you all guess that his abs are likely a 10 out of 10).

Someone passes you a slice of cake on a neat blue All Might plate. You suspect that Midoriya was tasked with the party supply-shopping list. You take a look around the kitchen and sure enough…All Might branded party wear as far as the eye can see. Your teacher’s beefy figure adorns every paper cup, napkin and plate within a ten-foot radius. Note to self – for the next party, put someone cool in charge of party supplies (Jirou is the obvious future choice).

As you munch on the cake and listen to Toru analyze Ojiro’s body language during their kiss, you glance around the rest of the room. Members of Classes A and B are chilling around the space chatting and laughing. It looks like this party will go well into the night. You’re proud of all that you’ve accomplished with your friends – your dream party has finally gotten off the ground! Then you remember why you were scouting out the kitchen in the first place.

You interrupt Toru’s gushing. “Have you seen Mina?”

Toru turns to you, her invisible hands gesturing towards the hallway. “She went off with Kirishima.” She says slyly. “I wonder what they’re up to…I bet it’s more kissing.” She makes a bunch of smoochy noises and Ochaco and Tsu laugh good-naturedly.

“It’s true – we saw them walk off a half hour ago, I think they were going for a walk along the grounds, ribbit.” Tsu says in her usual warbley tone.

“Thanks guys – I’m gonna go look for her!” You call over your shoulder as you move swiftly towards the exit.

As you walk back into the common room, a familiar flash of red and white catches your eye. You see Shoto standing in the corner chatting with Tokoyami and Midoriya. He’s wearing a freshly laundered set of black joggers with a white t-shirt. The joggers fit his trim frame so well you almost salivate at the way they hang off his hips. He feels your gaze and glances your way, and your eyes lock. For a moment, the air between you feels like pure heat. You suck in a slow breath, willing your pussy to chill the fuck out for a minute – you need to go check on your friend! You shoot Shoto a grin before breezing out into the hall and towards Mina’s room. You feel the heat of his eyes on your back as you leave, sending goose bumps up your spine. You hope the other guys don’t notice the way he’s watching your ass as you turn the corner.

Mina’s dorm room is on the fourth floor, so you need to jog up a few flights of stairs to get to her. When you finally knock on her colorful, magnet-covered door, you get no response.

“Mina, it’s me! Open up!” You pound a little harder on the door with your fist. You hear a light sniffle come from the other side of the wall.  “I know you’re in there!”

Finally, after a few minutes of begging and cajoling, Mina opens up the door to pull you inside. She looks a mess – tear-streaked makeup runs down her cheeks and there are mascara stains on her cute crop top. Her hair is rumpled and her dark eyes aren’t as bright as usual.

“Mina – are you alright!?” You’re shocked at her disheveled appearance. Mina has always been the type of person who stays upbeat no matter the circumstance. You’ve seen her fight villains and fail math tests and still keep the good vibes going. She’s never looked so utterly defeated.

Your friend locks the door behind you and sinks into a fuzzy pink beanbag near her desk. “I think I messed up big time, Y/N.” She chokes out as she starts to cry. Thinking quickly, you grab a tissue box off of her bedside table and toss a few tissues in her direction. She catches them gratefully and blows her nose thickly into one of the squares.

You pretend you have no idea what happened. How would you even explain to her that you overheard her argument with Kirishima while you were holed up in a utility closet with Shoto? No way are you ready to have that conversation with your friend. You aren’t ready to talk about your whole Shoto situation with anyone. Maybe someday, but not right now. You decide the best thing to do is to play dumb.

“What do you mean?”

“Kirishima…he’s r-really pissed at me. I shouldn’t have pulled a stunt and kissed him like that. It’s not what he w-w-wanted!” She stifles a sob with her hand. “I think I crossed a major boundary with him and fucked up absolutely everything.”

You pat her back as she cries and offer her another tissue. She gratefully accepts as you mull over what you want to say to her. “I’m sure that everything is fine! You know Kirishima! He’s a ball of sunshine I’m sure he’s already over it. How could he be mad – he got to kiss the coolest girl in our year!” You try to sound upbeat. You’re fairly certain that after Kirishima cools down he’ll get over this and want to reconcile with Mina. Holding a grudge just isn’t in his nature.

“You don’t get it Y/N – you didn’t see his face when we were talking. He looked devastated.” She blows her nose again. “He wanted his first kiss – our first kiss – to be special. And I blew it by making a big scene, as per usual.” She wipes at her eyes pathetically. “I don’t think there’s a way to come back from this.”

You wrap your arm around Mina, letting her cry for a few minutes before you propose a solution. “I think that what Kirishima needs is some time alone to process his feelings. Once he’s ready – I think you give him a sincere apology. Tell him you understand where he’s coming from, and you should have taken his feelings into consideration. Don’t be flirty about it, just be honest. And then if he accepts your apology, you ask for a do-over.”

“A do-over?” Mina asks, mascara still smudged across her bright pink cheeks.

“A do-over. Ask him for every single detail of what he envisioned for your first kiss together. Then, you bring it to life for him. You plan the perfect first do-over kiss and you make it the most romantic, manly kiss he could ever dream of. Do everything exactly the way he wants. Tell him the first kiss was a fluke since everyone was watching – tell him that the kiss that matters is the one that only the two of you know about.”

Mina is silent for a moment as she contemplates this, fat tears still rolling down her bright cheeks.

“Oh wow. You’re good.” Mina says in disbelief, wiping her eyes with the heels of her hands. “That might actually work!?” She peers up at you as if seeing you for the first time. “Are you some kind of secret romance expert?”

You laugh loudly at this. “No way! Have you ever known me to get involved with romance? All I got out of spin the bottle was a kiss on the cheek.” You lie, hoping to cover your butt. You start to worry that all of these lies are going to catch up to you soon. If your friends find out about you and Shoto…they are going to be royally pissed off.

“I don’t know…” Mina says suspiciously. “There’s been something off about you lately.”

“W-what?” Oh crap.

“Yeah – ever since you started texting with Honenuki you’ve been a little flustered. You must really like him.” She waggles her eyebrows, already coming back to her usual teasing self. You sigh, exasperated. You take a measured breath, thinking through what you’re about to say.

“Listen, Mina. If I tell you something private – will you clean yourself up and get back to having fun at the party?” You say slowly, trying to keep your face arranged in a serious expression.

Mina practically hits the ceiling she jumps up off of the beanbag chair so fast.

“Absolutely!! What juicy secrets have you been keeping from me, girl!?”

“Nothing juicy! It’s just that…I don’t like Honenuki that way. Sure, he’s very sweet and friendly and he’s kinda cute – but I’m not interested in him like that. Actually…I have a crush on someone in the hero course. Someone else. But that’s all that you’re getting out of me right now!” You wave your hands dismissively. You’ve told her all she needs to know for now. You can’t reveal anything about Shoto just yet – not until you both are on the same page about other people knowing.

Mina squeals something unintelligible and hops around you. “A crush! A crush! A crush! We should make vision boards about this!” You laugh at her enthusiasm, marveling at the way nothing can keep Mina down for long. You’ll tell her about Shoto eventually. You’ll have to – she and Toru are your best friends in the world. How could you keep such a massive secret from them!?

Mina is a good friend. Despite her overenthusiastic approach to, well, everything, she respects your wish not to divulge any additional information about your crush. You refocus back to Mina’s needs. You help Mina clean herself up – she removes her runny makeup with a washcloth and reapplies a fresh coat of mascara to her lashes. Once she dawns a final swipe of cherry lip smackers, you know she’s mostly back to normal.

“You ready to get back out there?” You ask her, checking your own reflection in the mirror and making sure your hair isn’t rumbled from your romp in the closet with Shoto.

She looks at you through the reflection of the mirror and makes a simpering face. “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”

You both laugh. “But yeah – I’m ready. Let’s get back to it. I’m dying to see how Hitoshi is acting around Neito now that they’ve publically sucked face.” She says enthusiastically. You open the door and usher her through.

“Oh just you wait.” You say conspiratorially, a giggle rising up in  your throat. “Hitoshi can’t keep his hands off of Neito. He’s like an octopus.”

“No. Fuckin’. Way.” Mina says, breathless. “I love it when a ship works out.”

“Yeah Monoma is so lucky!” You close her dorm door behind you. “Wow, what a night!” The lock clicks into place and you start to make your way down the hall, following in Mina’s springy footsteps. “This party business is truly exhausting.”

“Yeah…I think we’ve done enough spin the bottle for one night.” She concedes, fluffing up her hair as the two of you stroll down the hallway and back towards the common area.

“Oh! Speaking of which, I have a question for you.” You reach out and grab her arm to pull her back lightly. She comes to a stop and looks back at you, her dark eyes sparkling curiously in the fluorescent hall light.

“What’s up?”

“How did you rig ‘Spin The Bottle’ to ensure that all of your ships had to kiss? And don’t lie to me, I know you set the whole thing up somehow. Shinsou and Monoma. Toru and Ojiro. Kaminari and Jirou. You and Kirishima and all the rest – there’s no possible way that those match ups all happened by chance.” You give her an appraising look, still not comprehending how she pulled the whole thing off.

Mina grins, eyes glinting. “Oh, that. Yeah, you got me. So listen to this - you know that girl I invited from the General Studies Course? The one who kissed Shoto?”

You nod, feeling a bit of a sting in your heart as you recall the sweet little kiss Shoto bestowed on the pretty General Studies girl.

“Well…” Mina continues, really drawing out the reveal. “Her quirk is light telekinesis. She can control inanimate objects that weigh a few pounds. Not a super heroic quirk, but a pretty useful power when it comes down to it. She was the one making sure that the bottle landed on the right person each time. I gave her a list of all of the potential Spin The Bottle pairings I wanted to make happen, and she made sure every single one came to fruition. Any time someone spun the bottle, she used her quirk to have it land on specific people.”

Your jaw drops.  The two of you stare at each other for a moment – Mina preening while you stand in stunned silence.

“Oh my goodness. Mina…that’s insane. Genius, but insane. How did you even think of this? How did you meet her? And why didn’t you tell me and Toru!?” So many questions are swirling around your head. Usually the three of you share everything. Mina is a notorious gossip – so how did she manage to pull this off without letting any info slip to you and Toru? It looks like you’re not the only friend in this group with secrets

“Okay, don’t be mad.” Mina holds up her hands as if in surrender. She can see your brain working overtime to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. “I had to keep it a secret – she didn’t want anyone else to know she was involved beforehand and run the risk of getting in trouble if we got caught during the planning stages of the party. Apparently Fujita is in talks for a prestigious internship program and she’s trying to be extra careful so that she doesn’t jeopardize her chance to get chosen. In fact, I think she dipped as soon as the game was done.”

“As for how I met her…well, remember how I’ve been working on a new Ultimate Move lately? A few weeks ago, I realized that I needed better Support Items in order to execute the new move. I really wanted a more supportive sneaker that would allow me to shoot out acid and glide around, you know? So I went to the Support workshop looking for some help and that’s where I met her. We immediately hit it off – she’s super friendly and cool! She was doing some research on how to market Support gear and was asking Hatsume some questions about her work. We all started chatting about our quirks and stuff pretty naturally…and then the three of us started saying hello in the hallways and becoming friendlier. I was thinking about our Spin The Bottle plan during class one day, and wondering how on Earth I would make sure that I got to kiss Kirishima and his gorgeous face. And the idea just came to me. I asked her a few days later and she said she’d do it, but for a price.” Mina raises her eyebrows and looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to piece things together.

“She wanted a kiss from Shoto.” You breathe out.

“Bingo!” Mina says, pointing your way. She starts to walk down the hall again, pulling you along with her. “Ever since the Sports Festival, she’s had a huge crush on our Icy Hot classmate. I guess he went to the Support Lab, too, asking for some items and they chatted a bit. She’s, like, head over heels for his ass. So I told her that I would set up the situation at the party where she’d get a shot at kissing Shoto. And, obviously, she agreed!”

“Huh. Wow. Um…just curious, what specifically does she like about Todoroki?” You try to sound casual but you feel yourself starting to sweat. Don’t be to obvious!

“What isn’t there to like about Shoto!?” Mina practically squeals. “I did ask her, though. She likes his intensity and his attention to detail. Also his hands.”

“His hands!?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah.” Mina holds out her own hands before her face thoughtfully. “She was really embarrassed about it, but she said she likes how big his hands are. Said it was Hot with a capital H. And that got me thinking…Kirishima’s hands are pretty fuckin’ hot too. Like, he’s just so strong. Imagine what he could do with those bulky hands of his in bed.” She cackles.

“MINA!” You say, scandalized.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” She says, dropping her arms to her sides as she giggles, seemingly back to normal. You have a feeling she’s not kidding though.

“As for why I didn’t tell you and Toru…I wanted it to be a surprise. Toru’s been dying to kiss Ojiro and I wanted to give you a shot at something fun with Honenuki since he seemed really interested in you lately. But my bad for pushing you towards him since you’re obviously into someone else. Maybe I should have told you guys upfront.” She’s quiet for a long moment, thoughtful. “This is like what Kirishima was upset about, isn’t it? Maybe…maybe sometimes I just move forward with things without thinking about how it will impact others. I need to consider that everyone’s feelings are just as important, if not more important than my own. Especially when it comes to people I care about. That’s a lesson I really need to take to heart.”

“We all have things we need to work on.” You say kindly. “We are just high schoolers. We’re all changing and learning every day. Isn’t that the whole point of growing up?”

Mina smiles at you, all teeth. “You know, you’re pretty wise Y/N. For a dumbass.”

“I could say the same about you, Pinky.”

The two of you laugh as you turn the corner back into the common area.

“In any case…I’m sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable position. I was too excited for my own good about the whole Spin The Bottle shipping thing. Can you forgive me?” She looks at you pleadingly with her wide, black eyes.

“Of course.” You say. And it’s true – you do forgive her. “I’m thinking maybe we don’t tell the rest of the class about the way you rigged Spin the Bottle. Apologizing for that might cause a lot more harm than good.”

Mina frowns. “I feel guilty now, though. Did I trick everyone?”

“Hmm…I think that if we stop the game here, we’re fine. A few of our friends definitely weren’t thrilled about participating…Tokoyami, Momo and Shoto all come to mind. Maybe you can just give them each a quick apology and tell them you’re sorry you pushed things so far.”

“Hmmm…yeah.” Mina’s face flushes with embarrassment as she recalls the way that she essentially forced your classmates to participate in the game. “That was so dumb of me, I really shouldn’t have made everyone uncomfortable. What kind of hero does something like that?”

“Hey. Hey, it’s fine Mina! You’re fine! Remember what I said…we’re learning and growing. We’re allowed to make mistakes as long as we own up to them and try to be better next time. It’s alright.” You reach out and wrap an arm around her shoulders and squeeze. She sighs and glances over at you, her face still pinker than normal.

“Ugh I just feel so guilty. And poor Kirishima…he’s so mad.” Mina groans, leaning into your hug.

“I have confidence you’ll find a way to make things right.” You give her a squeeze and then let go. “Honestly…I think you did put some great couples together. A lot of people were thrilled with how the game went. I bet Kaminari is walking on air right now.”

“Oh god. Yeah I forgot about that.” Mina lets out a rough laugh. “Do you think we should we tell Toru?”

“Yeah, let’s fill her in later. I think she’d want to know. And I don’t think she’ll be mad about it.” You start walking again towards the common room. “A few minutes ago she was rating the softness of Ojiro’s lips, so I think she’s pretty pleased with how the whole thing shook out.”

“Ha…yeah, I knew she’d be excited about Tailman.” Mina grins as you round the corner and re-enter the party. You look around the common area and see that everyone is gathered around Ochaco who is proudly holding a brightly colored box aloft.

“Who want’s to play Twister!?” She calls out and everyone cheers. It’s a good night.

A large group of your friends flock over to Monoma who starts laying out the Twister mat. You watch from a far, smirking as Izuku grabs the spinner and starts calling out instructions to the others. Everyone’s scrambling across the slick plastic, laughing and slipping and having fun.

You and Mina wade through the rest of the crowd on the hunt for Toru. Mina veers off towards the kitchen to grab a coke while you scan the common area. On your trek across the room, you see your phone lying abandoned on the ground next to one of the couches.

“Oh, shit – there’s my phone!” You hadn’t realized that you’d left it on the floor during the game. You bend down to scoop it up, clicking open the lock screen and see a series of frantic texts.

Hatsume: Time’s up!

Hatsume: That was a lot of fun, let’s do it again sometime! I learned so much from Mr. King and can’t wait to make some modifications to my drone babies.

Hatsume: Are you seeing these? Mr. King will probably be at the dorms in 5 minutes.

Hatsume: No one else is answering their phones. Remind me to give you all smart watches next time we do something like this – I have a brand new design I’ve been working on that would be absolutely perfect for a situation like this. Here, I’m attaching the schematics in case you want to take a look!

Hatsume: I hope that you were able to break up the party before Mr. King arrived. Thanks again for the awesome testing opportunity for my babies!

Your eyes grow wider with each text you read. You feel panic rising in your chest – you have to say something. You need to tell everyone to leave! But you’re so overwhelmed and you didn’t come up with a party evacuation plan (how stupid of you!!) and now you can’t seem to get a sound past your lips.

At some point Toru has arrived and come to stand next to you.

“Y/N?” Toru says slowly, reaching out to shake your shoulder with an invisible hand.

“Toru – where’s your phone!?” Is the first thing your brain and mouth can agree on saying. The words fly from your lips so quickly it comes out as a garbled mess. Toru stands silently, her invisible face likely sporting a gob smacked expression.

“What?”

“Your. Phone.” You try to stay calm and annunciate, but your mind is flying. Everywhere you look there’s evidence that a party is taking place – there’s decorations and bowls of chips and riotous partying UA students. It would be impossible to clean up everything in under a minute.

“Oh! I think I left it on the charger in the kitchen. Remember you plugged it in and admonished me for now having charged it? I bet if I had left it be it would still be in my pocket with a decent charge.” You realize she’s absolutely right – you had taken her phone away from her to charge. You curse yourself silently, looking around desperately for Mina in the crowd.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Toru grabs your phone out of your hands and her eyes fly across the messages.

“Oh, shit.” She says frantically, waving her arms around in that characteristic frenzied way of hers. “Um. Um! Everybody! Mr. King is on his way! We gotta get out of here - !”

But no one can hear her over Hitoshi and Neito’s Cloak and Dagger Melodies party playlist. The music is bumping and everyone is chatting and having a great time. You desperately search for a hint of glossy blonde hair – where the hell is Neito? You need to pause this goddamn playlist ASAP and get everyone’s attention.

You scan the crowd frantically, and your heart leaps when you see a tuft of purple gelled hair off to your right.

“Toru – go find Mina! Tell her what’s going on! And tell people to go and hide in Class A’s dorm rooms!” You quickly shove her away.

You march your way through the dancing crowd, pushing friends and classmates aside as you stomp towards a slim, purple haired figure. As you get closer, you’re exasperated to see that Neito and Hitoshi have resumed their make out session. They’re standing in the center of the makeshift dance floor; swaying softly to the beat of whatever 80s New Wave song is playing. Hitoshi’s large hands are gripping Neito’s cute waist as he lavishes slow, deliberate kisses on your friend. For his part, Neito has his fingers wrapped up in Hitoshi’s thick hair. He looks like he’s ascending to heaven.

“Oh my GOD – guys! Cut it out!” You screech, reaching to grab at Neito’s shoulders so you can pull him away from Hitoshi.

“Y/N…?” Neito gasps as he shakes his head and comes back to himself. He looks absolutely punch drunk with glazed eyes and a blissful expression.

Hitoshi glares at you, annoyance dancing in his dark irises. “Homophobic, much?” He says sarcastically, hands angling to grab Neito’s face so he can get back to work kissing the blonde senseless.

“Guys. Guys!” You throw up your hands in a fine impression of Toru. “Cut the music. Mr. King is on his way over!”

Neito and Hitoshi stare at you as your words register. It only takes a moment for Neito to start panicking. He pushes Hitoshi away from him with a flourish, the purple haired boy stumbling backwards as he scrambles to pull his phone from his tight jeans pocket.

“What do you mean Mr. King is on his way over!?” Neito shrieks, grabbing you by the shoulders and giving you a haphazard shake. “I thought Hatsume had this covered!”

“You know as well as I do that she was only going to be able to buy us a bit of time.” You say, flustered. “Now we need to focus on party evacuation!”

Hitoshi finally fishes his phone out of his tight jeans pocket and hits pause on the Spotify playlist. His expression matches Neito’s – eyes wide with panic. You can almost read his mind here – he worked so hard to get into the Hero Course. Was he going to be caught and kicked out for attending this little shindig? You feel guilt flood your stomach at the thought.

The speaker across the room goes silent, but no one seems to notice. Classes A and B are all babbling and laughing and chatting across the common area and kitchen. Not good. You had been hoping that turning off the music would get everyone’s attention.

Okay okay okay…you can do this! You’re a hero in training! You can come up with a plan!

Your eyes search the crowded room wildly and land on Momo. She’s chatting animatedly to Kendo a few feet to your left. An idea crackles into your brain – you scurry over to her.

“Momo!” You grab her arm and yank her away from Kendo. “I need you to make something really fast. Mr. King is on his way and we need a way to get everyone’s attention.”

Momo stares at you for a moment, gathering her thoughts. She opens and closes her mouth quickly, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Come on, Momo!” You grab her bare, muscled arm and give it a tiny shake. “It’s go time!”

“Right!” She says more to herself than to you. She raises her arm above her head and a small cannon noise fills the room as confetti explodes from her bare elbow. Okay! This is good! You can work with this! Thank God for Momo and her quick thinking.

The entire room goes silent and heads turn to look at you and Momo.

“The teachers are on their way! Everyone choose a buddy from Class A and go hide in their dorm for a bit. We’ll send out a text once the coast is clear.” Momo calls out, ever the strategist.

No one moves. It’s so quiet; you could hear a limited edition mini All Might action figure drop to the ground. Your nerves are absolutely fried.

“Why isn’t everyone moving!?” You call out at them desperately. Everyone looks at you with blank expressions. You search their faces – Neito’s eyes are wide with panic, he looks like he may faint. When your eyes lock, he raises a shaky hand to point behind you.

Slowly, you turn around to face the doorway, following his sightline.

Mr. Vlad King stands tall in the door, a hulking figure casting a shadow across the party. In one massive hand he holds the crushed remains of one of Hatsume’s drones. In the other, he’s holding up a cowering Mineta by one of his purple head balls.

Oh no.

“Hello, class.” He says in that signature growl of his. “I’m going to need someone to explain what’s going on here.”

He drops the drone and it hits the hardwood floor with a tiny “clang!”

You’re all in deep shit.

The room is absolutely silent. Mr. King places Mineta on the ground softly and your classmate scampers into the crowd to stand next to Shoji. The little guy looks fine – he’s completely unscathed from Hatsume’s distraction.

Mr. King looks around slowly, his eyes trained on each of his students as he waits for an answer. He lets his gaze linger on Kendo – as the class rep; she would typically be the first to speak up in a situation like this. But even her bright eyes are downcast and her mouth is clamped shut in a thin, guilty line.

“Well?”

No one says anything. The silence is deafening. 

There’s a beat, then Neito steps forward.

“I’m sorry, King Sensei. I organized this illegal party and I asked Hatsume to help distract you. I’ve been incredibly dishonest and I fully accept responsibility and punishment for this.”

Vlad King’s jaw practically drops in shock. Classes A and B look on and a general air of astonishment washes over the room. Neito Monoma is not one to take on the blame for anything, let alone an illegal party involving his peers.

“Neito…you did this? And you’re…taking responsibility?” Mr. King looks downright proud.

Neito smiles softly, nervously. “Yeah.”

Mr. King blinks and then looks around at the room, taking in the faces of his and Aizawa’s students. Everyone looks uncomfortable and guilty. He looks back at Neito thoughtfully. “We’re going to have a long talk about this.”

Neito nods, accepting his fate. His expression is surprisingly serene. He doesn’t try to defend his actions or distract Mr. King by waxing poetic about how superior Class B is. He just stands there, willing to accept whatever punishment or disappointment Mr. King is going to waylay him with.

But Mr. King doesn’t press any harsh words onto Monoma or the rest of his students. He just looks out at the class a bit sadly and says: “Alright. Let’s clean this place up – everyone pitch in.” He doesn’t sound angry, just very tired. The deep lines of his face are creased from exhaustion. You see a light scratch across his left cheek – did Hatsume’s drones do that? Suddenly you feel a deep sense of remorse. It was unfair of you to think of Mr. King as just an authority figure to avoid and trick. You look at the tired teacher and realize with a jolt that you had forgotten his humanity, and you weren’t feeling very heroic about it. Perhaps you and your friends had gone too far in pursuit of a silly party.

Classes A and B are silent as they take down the decorations and clean the floor, tossing plastic plates and cutlery in the trash. There are so many people crowded into the space – it only takes a few minutes to return the room to its former UA glory. Shoji and Tokoyami remove all of the dark tablecloths from the windows, and Tsu uses her tongue to take down the streamers and hanging decorations.

Without all of the décor, you can see the stars winking brightly through the tall windows. You feel a deep sense of regret as you think back to how just a few hours earlier you and your friends were running and laughing, carefree, under that same night sky. You’d give anything to turn back the clock and go back to that moment.

“Alright. Class A – go to your dorm rooms. I’ll be back to check on everyone – I do not want anyone back in the common area until morning. Class B, walk with me. We’re headed back to your dorm building.” Mr. King waits for Class A to disperse – you all trudge towards your rooms, heads hung low with guilt.

As you pass Honenuki, he reaches out lightly to grab your hand and give it the tiniest of squeezes. Your eyes lock with his for a moment, you’re surprised at the warmth in his expression. It’s like being hugged.

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When you finally reach your room, you’re grateful to be alone. You close the door soundly behind you and turn the lock before you let the tears come. You’re embarrassed and ashamed and…well, honestly you’re pretty scared. You have no idea what Mr. Aizawa will do or say when he returns and hears about the horrible mess of a party you and your friends have organized. It was kind of Neito to take the blame, but the truth will come out eventually. There’s no way you’ll let him take the fall for all of this. You wonder if what you’ve done is grounds for expulsion. Mr. Aizawa has expelled students for far less…

You shake your head and try to breathe deeply as the tears roll down your face. Your phone starts to buzz – it’s a FaceTime request from Mina. You quickly click it open and see that Toru is on the line as well. Mina’s face is pale with shock, Toru (as per usual) hovers invisibly in the tiny video square, and you are the only one crying.

Mina breaks the silence immediately.

“WOW WOW WOW OKAY!” Mina practically screams into the phone. “We need to get our stories straight, like, now.”

“How did we not see that coming? How did we not think of an escape plan!?” Toru cries out into the phone, all emotion. Huh, maybe she’s crying too. It’s hard to tell since she’s invisible.

“I know. I feel like we screwed up big time, y’all.” You sniffle, whipping your nose with the back of your hand.

“I left my phone in my room like an idiot!” Mina pulls at her curly hair in irritation.

“And I left mine in the kitchen on the charger! I can’t believe I didn’t have it on me during the party. I’m an idiot” Toru shakes her phone for good measure, and her tiny image on your screen vibrates with the motion.

“I just got too distracted by the party. I didn’t even think to check my phone once the party was in full swing. Y’all…as heroes, we lost focus during the mission. We let ourselves get sidetracked and caught up in the action.” You grumble guiltily. “We didn’t spend time thinking through the big picture.”

“Ugh, you’re so right Y/N.” Toru whimpers. “We should have treated this like a full class mission and planned out our exit/extraction.”

“Well. I guess that’s another lesson learned for tonight.” Mina sighs out. “Now let’s get our stories together.Just what are we going to tell Mr. King and Mr. Aizawa when they start asking questions? It was nice of Neito to take the fall initially, but eventually the teachers are going to want the full story.”

“Ugh. You’re right.” You groan, face palming. “We’ll really need to think this through.”

You hear a knock at your door and you stiffen. Has Vlad King really returned from the Class B dorms this quickly?

“Hold on guys.” You place your phone down and rise to answer the door. When you turn the knob and wrench it open, you’re surprised to find Hitoshi Shinsou standing in your doorway.

“I have a plan.” He says simply, pushing past you and into your room. From the ground, you can hear Mina and Toru arguing loudly over FaceTime. Shinsou bends down and scoops up the phone, holding it so that his pale face is on camera. “I know how we can potentially get out of this. We need to get Neito on the line as soon as he’s back in his room.”

Shinsou sends a hasty text to Neito from his own phone, and the four of you wait in silence for a few minutes. Finally, after what seems like ages, Neito requests to join the FaceTime.

His tiny face pops up on the screen. His blonde hair is still neatly gelled, but it’s clear that he’s changed into his pajamas since you saw him ten minutes ago.

“Great job, Neito.” You praise and he beams. Who would have guessed that he’d be so ready to take the fall for the party?

“Yeah – I can’t believe you did that!” Toru squeals out in admiration. “That was so cool of you!”

“Alright – quit stroking his ego.” Hitoshi smirks, crowding next to you so that your faces are squished together on camera.

“Shinsou said that he has a plan.” You fill in Neito as Mina and Toru go on mute. You pass your phone to your purple haired classmate and duck out of the frame. “It’s all you, Mind Jack.”

Shinsou rolls his eyes at the use of his hero name and holds the phone at eye level.

“So here’s what I think we need to say…”

As it turns out, Mr. Aizawa and Mr. King had been trying to figure out a way to bring both of the classes together for a long while. They hated the growing division between Classes A and B. In past years, the classes had never been so at odds. But, the events of the year had lead to Class A being thrown in the spotlight, and Class B feeling some sort of way about it. Mr. Aizawa had brought this up on occasion to Shinsou during their extra training sessions. Apparently, he often liked to pick Hitoshi’s brain and get his opinions on lesson planning and class issues. It was good to have a teen on the inside.

“Hitoshi…you’re a genius.” Mina’s voice crackles over the phone as she unmutes herself. “Alright, so we’re all on the same page here? As long as we don’t mention the alcohol I don’t think we should get in too much trouble.”

Since you had all so meticulously removed the brand label from the bottle, there really isn’t a way to prove that alcohol had been involved. Plus, no one had imbibed enough to actually get drunk, sick or sloppy.

“But what about Hatsume’s involvement?” Neito chimes in.

“We don’t know how much Mr. King knows yet. He might not have even seen her. And maybe they won’t be able to trace those drones back to her?” You say hopefully, looking over at Hitoshi for input.

“Let’s try to get the teachers to do most of the talking tomorrow so we can deduce how much they’ve put together. Then we lean into the whole ‘building inter-class camaraderie” theme hard. Maybe Mr. Aizawa will be proud of Mineta stepping up and taking one for the team as the distraction.” Hitoshi shrugs. “To be honest, Aizawa doesn’t care much for Mineta so maybe he’d be impressed by his ‘act of selflessness.’”

“Well…” Toru says nervously into the phone.

“What?” Hitoshi says blankly, turning to you for an explanation about your friend’s uneasiness with that piece of the plan.

“So. Um. Mineta didn’t volunteer to be our distraction out of the kindness of his heart.” You say awkwardly as Hitoshi’s tired eyes bore into your own. “We promised him that he’d get to kiss me in exchange for his services as bait for Mr. Vlad.”

“Damn. Offering sexual favors in exchange for services rendered? You guys are way more hardcore than I thought.” Hitoshi actually looks impressed. “So hopefully Mineta didn’t say anything about that fun little bargain to Mr. King after he got caught. Sexual Quid Pro Quo is definitely grounds for some kind of legal action or punishment.”

The blood in your veins goes cold. Shit.

“But it was his idea!” Mina shrieks through the phone’s tiny speakers. You wince at the sound. You feel shaky like you might start crying again.

“Yeah but you all agreed to it. And Mineta held up his end of the bargain. This could be really bad if the school found out about it.”

Neito mouths something angrily on the screen and the corner of Hitoshi’s mouth quirks upwards fondly.

“Neito…you’re on mute, babe.” He says in that gravely voice of his.

Monoma quickly unmutes himself and repeats what he was saying:

“But it’s only a kiss! It’s not like we promised Y/N would sleep with him or anything!” He says, gesturing wildly. His face is a bit pink in response to Hitoshi’s using such an unexpected term of endearment.

“It doesn’t matter…you still made a trade of a physical favor for a service. I don’t know what kind of punishment they’d slap you with, but this sort of thing would definitely rub the UA administration the wrong way if they found out about it. Let’s just hope Mineta didn’t say anything too incriminating. I can stop by his dorm and ask him before I got to bed, if you’d like.” Hitoshi smirks. “I think he’s afraid of me, so I’d probably be the best person to do it.”

“Could you, please?” You say in a strained voice. Hitoshi looks over and sees how pale you’ve gone, he awkwardly pats your shoulder in what he must think is a reassuring way.

“Yeah, for sure. It’ll be fine. You’ll see.” He retracts his hand from your shoulder and gives you a thumbs up.

“Alright. I think we’ve mostly got our story straight. Don’t mention the alcohol. Don’t mention me needing to kiss Mineta. Don’t mention Hatsume. Don’t mention Spin The Bottle. Say we wanted to throw a game night to promote unity and bonding between Classes A and B. We good?” You quickly recap, counting off your fingers as you make each statement. “Dang, that’s a lot to keep track of.”

Everyone nods to confirm that they’re aligned (Toru doesn’t say anything to indicate that she’s not aligned, so you assume she’s invisibly nodding).

A message appears at the top of your phone screen from Shoto, a tiny preview of his text reads out in a bubble:

Shoto: You doing alright?

You quickly move to swipe the bubble away, hyperaware that Hitoshi can see any message that flashes across your screen. You remind yourself that it’s not weird for your classmates to check up on you -  you’re one of the party ringmasters, after all! And the message Shoto had sent was completely innocent, so…

Another message from Shoto scrolls across the screen as Toru rattles off a list of questions for Hitoshi to ask Mineta. You try to swipe the message away but you accidentally pull up the text screen over your friend’s FaceTime faces.

Shoto: This sounds awful to say, but getting to sneak away with you to the janitor’s closet almost makes getting caught worth it.  

You swipe desperately to get the text screen to disappear and after a moment succeed. Toru is still speaking, saying something about Hatsume’s drones. You throw a terrified glance at Hitoshi’s direction. He’s looking at you, violet eyes wide with shock. His eyebrows are comically far up his forehead.

Oh yeah, he definitely just got a glance at Shoto’s text.

Oh God.

He knows.

“Alright, Hagakure.” Hitoshi quickly turns back to the screen and nods in agreement at whatever your friend is saying. His facial expression instantly falls back to neutral – his eyebrows relaxing and his eyes narrowing back to their usual lazy squint. You stare straight ahead and try to keep all of your blood from rushing to your face. You feel hot all over but in a bad way. You don’t know Hitoshi super well, but you know he’s a good person. He wouldn’t spill your biggest secret to the world, right?

Hitoshi seemingly ignores you as he continues talking into the FaceTime. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Alright, I’ll ask him all of that. I think we’re all on the same page – get a good night’s sleep everyone.”

Good nights are exchanged, and one by one your friends drop off the call. Hitoshi clicks off your phone so that the screen goes back. He slowly turns to you, his expression flips back to one of uncharacteristic surprise. But his voice is as even and measured as ever when he says:

“Holy shit, Y/N. How long have you been fucking Shoto Todoroki?”

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You stare at Hitoshi, frozen in horror.

He stares back at you, thick purple eyebrows raised as he waits for your reply.

Finally, you manage to wrap your tongue around a sentence.

“I am not hooking up with Todoroki.” Your voice quavers at the end of the sentence and you know you don’t sound at all convincing.

Hitoshi crosses his arms in front of him, a smile pulling at his lips. He’s going to enjoy pulling this information out of you. Suddenly you realize something about Hitoshi Shinsou – he loves drama. He’s got to – he has the hots for Neito Monoma of all people. He must eat up theatrics for breakfast.

“Come to think of it, you and Todoroki did disappear around the same time tonight. I was looking for him earlier. I wanted to ask him to train. No one seemed to know where he’d disappeared. Kendo said the last time she’d seen him, he was hanging back from dessert to talk to you.” Hitoshi barks a low laugh. It’s not an unkind sound, but you flinch nonetheless.

“You can’t tell anyone.” The words tumble from your mouth before you can stop them. You look up at him, fear etched across every inch of your face. You must look terrified, because he starts to look worried.

“What’s wrong?” He drops his arms to his sides and leans forward, his face painted in concern. “Is something bad happening? Are you alright? Take a deep breath, Y/N. It’s okay.” He reaches out a hand and plants it on your shoulder. You didn’t realize that you were starting to hyperventilate, and his touch anchors you.

You suck in a deep, rattling breath and force yourself to match his slow and even breathing pattern. The two of you sit like that for a few minutes, eyes locked and breathing deeply. He guides you through it, extending his breaths in and out and prompting you to follow his lead. After a few minutes, you start to feel better and the adrenaline of being caught fizzles away.

Hitoshi lightly kneads at your shoulder with his hand before drawing it back. “You’re okay.” He reassures you. He slowly gets to his feet. “Where do you keep your pajamas?” You point wordlessly at your dresser, indicating the second drawer. Hitoshi walks over and slowly opens the drawer, pulling out a pair of cozy sweatpants and an oversized band t-shirt.

“You like My Chemical Romance?” He asks, his dimple showing as he grins down at the black skeleton covered t-shirt and walks back to you. “Here, put these on. I’ll turn around.”

You do so. You’re absolutely exhausted and coming down off of the adrenaline of the night. You’ve been through seemingly a thousand trials this evening – setting up the diversion for Mr. King. The party. Spin The Bottle. Shoto kissing Fujita. Honenuki kissing you. Having feelings about all of it.Shoto getting jealous and finger fucking you in the closet. Helping Mina sort through her feelings and her attention issues. T majority of Classes A & B being caught having an illegal party. And then, to top it all off, Hitoshi Shinsou discovering that you’ve been hooking up with UA’s most eligible bachelor. It’s far too much, and you’re starting to shut down.

You pull on your MCR t-shirt and look gratefully at the back of Hitoshi’s head as he stands chivalrously in the corner of the room while you change. He seems to understand that you’re in the middle of an adrenaline crash combined with a freak out. And he’s being…surprisingly cool about it!? He’s extending you the grace and understanding that you’d given Mina earlier that night. You feel a small glow form in your chest as you realize that Hitoshi may be a new friend, but he is a friend nonetheless.

“Hitoshi.” You say once you’ve climbed into your fluffy sweatpants and cast your party outfit to the side. “You can turn around now. I’m sorry I freaked out. Please  - you can’t tell anyone. We cannot get caught.”

Hitoshi turns around slowly, and once he confirms you’re decent he steps across the room and back towards you. He points to the bed and says simply: “Sit.” You do.

He scoops your water bottle off of your nightstand and shakes it once to ensure that it’s full of liquid. He holds it out to you and issues another command: “Drink.” You grab the bottle and untwist the top, tipping it back to take a deep gulp of the cool water inside. You didn’t realize how thirsty you’ve been. You haven’t had something to drink since you were in the kitchen setting up the party with your friends, and that was hours ago. You gratefully suck down a few more gulps.

While you’re drinking, you feel the mattress dip as Hitoshi climbs up next to you. He scoots backwards so that he can lean back against the wall.

“Tell me what’s going on.” He says simply. And you do – you tell him everything. Well, almost everything. You spare the gory, sexy details. Hitoshi Shinsou does not need to know about the way Shoto’s hands feel on your tits, nor does he need to hear about how hot Shoto’s hard cock can be when you’re stroking him through an orgasm. Obviously you leave those juicy pornographic details out of your story.

But you do tell him about how Shoto initially approached you in the library, how he had been distracted and thought the solution was a quick smooch in his dorm room. For his part, Hitoshi is an excellent listener. Your earlier theory is reinforced – the purple haired bastard loves some good drama.

“I’m sorry, back up.” Hitoshi lets out a laugh and holds up his hands to stop you as you narrate the story. “Todoroki just approached you in the library one day and straight up said ‘I think we should kiss’ in that serious fucking tone of his…and you just…agreed?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” You say, grinning weakly. “I didn’t see any downsides.”

“And then he told you that he did ‘research?’ That’s too much.” Hitoshi is loving this, and you can’t help but start to laugh too.

“Yeah he watched some romantic comedies to get an idea of what kissing techniques were in style.”

“I should be taking notes. He’s a true master.” Hitoshi says almost seriously. “When I had my first kiss last year I completely panicked and we ended up knocking our teeth together.”

You hold in a peal of laughter. “Oh crap, that’s happened to Shoto and I too a few times. Wait! Who was your first kiss with!?” You whack his leg with your hand a few times excitedly and he bites his lip, debating if he should share. “I’m spilling my guts here about my illicit affair with the Number Two Heroes’ son – the very least you can do is tell me who you kissed for the first time.” You say slyly.

Hitoshi shrugs. “I don’t think this day can get much crazier, so why not?” He takes a deep breath then turns so he can look you directly in the eyes. “It was Sero.”

“Sero!?” You gasp out, hands over your mouth. Talk about hot gossip! “I thought Sero was straight?”

“Well, he could be. We weren’t exactly discussing the finer points of sexual identity when he stuck his tongue down my throat.”

“Fair.” You say, nodding. “How did it happen?”

“I had just transferred into Class A and we were hanging out, playing video games. He asked if I wanted to make out and of course I said yes. Dude’s hot as fuck.”

“I mean…I guess?” You make a face, having never had thought about Hanta Sero in a sexual context. “Hold on…Sero and Neito both have that slim pretty boy look. Oh my God Hitoshi, you have a type!”

Hitoshi furrows his eyebrows. “Oh shit. You’re right. Fuck.” Hitoshi sticks his hands in his messy hair as he processes this revelation.

“You didn’t realize this!?”

“I guess I love twinks! Sue me!” Hitoshi says, but he’s cracking up again. “He sort of leaned forward and I panicked and didn’t know what to do and I kind of jumped on him and our teeth just, like….clang!”

“Ugh.” You wince at the thought. “I mean, to be fair Hanta has great teeth. I bet that kid didn’t need braces in middle school like the rest of us. But that sounds so awkward.”

“It’s fine, we laughed it out and figured it out after a minute. We ended up making out for like two hours and by the end I had stripped him down to his underwear. It was super hot.”

“And what happened between you two?”

“We hooked up a few times. But eventually when the thrill of hooking up kind of faded we realized we’d rather just stay friends. I didn’t really feel anything for Sero aside from physically attracted to him, you know?” Hitoshi looks at you thoughtfully. “So tell me more about you and Shoto. How’d the first kiss go?”

You tell him. You explain that Shoto thought that one kiss would cure him and that he’d be able to move on from you. In the end, he had become insatiable. You tell him about how you had snuck out of Shoto’s room by climbing down the side of the building, and Hitoshi had looked fairly impressed. You mentioned meeting Endeavor in the common room as well.

“What was he like?” Hitoshi asks, intrigued to hear about Japan’s Number Two Hero.

“Why, are you a fan?”

Hitoshi shakes his head. “He was never a favorite of mine growing up. I liked the underground heroes more than anything. I like a scrappy hero who relies on their wits instead of a flashy quirk.”

“That tracks. Well…Endeavor is kind of the worst.” You say, thinking back to that awkward encounter with Shoto’s dad. “I get the impression that he’s not a very good dad.” You try to keep things vague, it’s really none of Hitoshi’s business and you don’t want to betray Shoto’s trust by giving away the finer details of his upbringing. You don’t have enough evidence to fully say that Shoto has been abused by his father, and you don’t want to go around gossiping about it. Shoto barely understands his family dynamic, the last thing you need is for someone else to get involved and confuse him even more with unsolicited advice.

“That sucks. I didn’t really have a solid father figure growing up either.” Hitoshi says, empathizing. “But that makes sense. Shoto is so damn formal all the time and he has strange reactions sometimes. He seems to have had an extremely sheltered upbringing that lacked socialization with kids his age.”

“Well Endeavor tried to keep Shoto from meeting up with me again later to study. But in the end, Shoto found me and we hooked up again. And we decided we’d keep seeing each other in private. Then the next day…Aizawa announces the school’s stance on dating and relationships.”

“That’s really odd timing.” Hitoshi muses, zoning out a bit. “But I think the whole dating ban was mostly for Class B. They’re horny motherfuckers and it’s causing a ton of drama in their class.”

“That’s what I heard!” You say excitedly. “Okay, it’s good to have a second source confirm that. I was so paranoid that Aizawa somehow knew that I was making out with Shoto when he knocked on the door? He just seems to have a sixth sense about shit like that!?”

“I mean you’re not wrong. Aizawa is perceptive as fuck.” Hitoshi snorts, mocking his mentor. “But Neito told me that Mr. King is fed up with all the hooking up that goes on in Class B. So I wouldn’t be surprised if he went to the Principal himself and had the rule instated.”

“Wow. That’s a god damn relief.”

“Heh. So is that why you’re hiding your thing with Todoroki from everyone? The school’s dumb rule?” Hitoshi points at you with a lazy finger before grabbing one of your plushies. He wraps his arms around a round squishmallow with bright blue eyes and squeezes it to his chest. Cute.

“Well…” It’s more complicated than that, isn’t it? “Yeah. I don’t want us to get in trouble or get told we need to stop.”

“And I’m assuming based on the horrified look you gave me when I saw that text earlier that you haven’t told your friends about this?”

“You’re very perceptive.” You groan. “I’ve been meaning to tell them, but…I don’t know! I want to keep this for myself a little bit longer. Why does anyone else need to know?”

“You were bound to get caught eventually.” Hitoshi says, continuing to squish the plush this way and that. “There is close to zero privacy here, everyone is gossipy and dramatic, and the walls are thin.”

“You’re right. Of course you’re right…I just like having this one private, special thing. And sneaking around has been so goddamn hot…and…and…”

“And you’re not ready to admit to others how much you like Todoroki?” Hitoshi cuts in. You stop dead and look at him, your mouth hanging open in surprise. “I get it. Why do you think it took me so long to admit my feelings for Neito?”

“Excuse me! What do you mean? How long have you had a crush on Monoma!?” You scramble closer to your purple haired classmate, plushies flying off the bed with abandon. Hitoshi winces and scoots out of your reach, holding his plush defensively.

“Since I met him.”

“What!? And you only just kissed him tonight!?”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been real busy training to get into the hero course lately! I didn’t exactly have extra time to dedicate towards dating and courting Neito’s dramatic ass.”

“Okay. You’ve got a point there. But tonight…you were so confident when you kissed him. You didn’t give a crap about what everyone else was thinking!”

Hitoshi shrugs and doesn’t meet your gaze. “I’ve been sorting through how I feel for Neito for so damn long, I came to the conclusion that I’d rather have all of him all the time than just a little in the shadows. When I heard about the Spin The Bottle thing, I made a deal with myself. If I somehow were to get the opportunity to kiss Neito – I would take it without being afraid.”

“Also – screw anyone who judges me for liking him. I want people to know he’s mine. I’m tired of hiding parts of me away because I feel like I’m not good enough. Neito deserves to be loved loudly and in daylight. I don’t give a crap about the school’s rules. What are they gonna do, stop me from talking to Neito between classes? Stop us from training together? Let’s be realistic. They have no power over us.”

“Oh. I didn’t think of it that way.” You say slowly as you realize that he’s right. What would be the consequences of having a relationship with a classmate? It’s not like they would expel the top hero course students. Especially not when villains are running rampant around Japan. At most, you’d get a slap on the wrist in public while continuing your shenanigans in private.

“So I think that the real question here…” Hitoshi says, snapping his fingers to get your attention once more. “Is how do you really feel about Shoto? Do you want a relationship with him? Or is this just a hot secret hookup?”

Huh. How do you feel about Shoto? You certainly feel possessive of him – you’ve established that you don’t want him hooking up with other people. You’re definitely attracted to him (your clit twitches just at the thought of him touching you below the belt). And you like being around him – he’s so easy to talk to, his quiet steady presence brings you a sense of calm that you can never quite tap into with other people. He’s so charming and precious and sheltered - you want to make him smile and help him explore the world around him. You want to continue to watch him bloom in private and in public. And earlier, when he was kissing that other girl…you wished he was kissing you in front of the entirety of Classes A and B. You wanted everyone to know that he belonged with you.

Oh God.

That sounds like you want a relationship doesn’t it?

You suck in a harsh breath and Hitoshi chuckles.

“You want to date him for real, don’t you?”

“Oh my God. I think that I do.” You gasp out, and Hitoshi reaches across you to grab your water bottle once more. He shoves it towards you in a clear command to take a sip. You do, gulping down a fresh stream of water as you process this new revelation.

You want Shoto Todoroki to be your goddamn boyfriend. In the back of your mind, you always knew this to be true.

“Do you know why I like Neito so much?” Hitoshi’s steady voice pulls you from your crazy brain spiral. You look up at him with wild eyes and screw the cap back onto your water bottle as you finish your last gulp. Hitoshi shifts the plush into his lap and stretches his arms high over his head towards the ceiling. What an interesting question – you’re honestly not sure. There are so many likeable things about Neito once you get to know him – he’s smart and crafty and makes lunchtime ten times funnier with that theatrical flair of his.

“Is it because he’s dramatic?” You say bluntly, but you snort at the end so that Shinsou knows you’re joking. He doesn’t immediately answer. He looks at you thoughtfully, his mouth shifting into an easy grin of straight white teeth.

“Nah. But I do appreciate his theatricality. I love seeing him rile people up with his spectacle in battle. He’s gonna be unstoppable when we all go Pro. The public will eat him up.” Hitoshi’s eyes shine warmly and damn is this man whipped for your friend. You make a mental note to text Neito about this later.

You’ve never heard Hitoshi talk so openly, so fondly. You’re a bit uncomfortable exploring this new territory with a classmate with which you previously did not spend a lot of time interacting. But it’s been a weird as hell day, so fuck it! Let’s continue this unexpected deep convo with Hitoshi Shinsou!

“What is it then?” You prompt, interested to see how much Hitoshi is comfortable with revealing to you.

“It’s his confidence. The way he takes what he deserves. He knows he has a quirk that some may see as “impractical,” yet he keeps forging a path for himself in the Hero Course all the while proving people wrong about him. He’s stronger than me that way. He identifies what he wants, and he takes it. He makes things happen by sheer force of will.” Hitoshi sighs. “And I’ve admired these things about him for so long. He’s proven that there’s no such thing as an impractical quirk…it’s all how you apply it.”

“I even like him for his flaws. Yes he’s insecure and that can cause him to be a little mean. But we talk about it, and he’s working on that. He wants to be better. He makes an effort to be better. He’s always leveling himself up. And Y/N - I am so in to him that I want everyone to know about it. I want everyone to see him the way that I see him. That’s why I didn’t hide my enthusiasm him during the game tonight. That’s why I’m talking to you about him right now. I’ve spent all of middle school and most of high school being afraid to be my true self – but when I’m with Neito, I can just be.”

“If Shoto makes you feel that way, then I think you should tell him. You should ask him to take things public with you. Hiding is only going to make things difficult for you two. And, inevitably, you’re going to get caught by someone else who can’t keep a secret. Wouldn’t it be better to do things on your own terms?”

Hitoshi is right.

You know he’s right. But what he’s saying sounds next to impossible. There are so many things you’d need to do to get things out in the open.

Firstly, you’d need to talk to Shoto. Does he even want a relationship? Sure, he wants to hookup with you exclusively and he likes spending time with you. But those two things do not a relationship make. There’s also the fact that neither of you have ever been in a relationship – so how would you even go about it? All you have to work off of are RomCom tropes.

Secondly, you’d need to tell your friends. And oh boy are they gonna be pissed when they find out that you’ve been keeping this massive juicy secret from them! What if they never forgive you? What if they hold a grudge the size of All Might’s biceps over your head for the rest of time!? How would you even approach that conversation. “Hey guys! Guess what? I’ve been hooking up with the hottest guy in school in secret and we are maybe in a relationship so I thought it might be time to tell you!” Hmmm. Yeah that’s sure to go over well!

Thirdly, everyone else will eventually find out. And that’s fine I guess. That’s part of dating…but everyone in the class finding out means that Mr. Aizawa will eventually find out and that is a whole can of worms that you don’t want to open up with the world’s sharpest can opener. Sure, the school can’t technically do anything terrible to you for dating Shoto Todoroki. But they can make your life awkward as all hell.

You think over this list, your brain wandering the pros and cons of asking Shoto to be your boyfriend. In all honesty, you’re probably going to just go for it. And everything here sounds extremely figureoutable, just awkward and uncomfortable.

“Hello? You still with me Y/N?” Histoshi baps you with the plush he’s holding and you come back to Earth.

“Jeez, Hitoshi. I think I want to be in a relationship with Todoroki.” You stumble over the words. Your eyes are wide as saucers as you look up at him. “You can’t tell anyone!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Hitoshi says, booping your nose with the plush’s tiny paw.

“I’m fairly certain that Todoroki wants to date you just as badly. When you’re in the same room, he can’t stop staring at you with that dead ass intense gaze of his.” You laugh as Hitoshi does a near-perfect mimic Shoto’s penetrating stare.

“You really think he’s into me that way?” You ask hopefully as you ignore the Hitoshi’s continued poking with the plush.

“Oh yeah. He’s whipped AF.” Hitoshi laughs, finally abandoning the plush and getting to his feet. “Alright, that’s enough drama for today. Get some sleep. Text me if you ever wanna talk through more of this bullshit.”

“Thanks Hitoshi. You’re a good friend. And Neito is lucky to have you as more than a friend.”

This makes Hitoshi’s cheeks glow with a tinge of pink. He can’t suppress the little smile that blooms in response to your offer of friendship. “Thanks, Y/N. Goodnight.”

“Good night.” He leaves – checking that the coast is clear in the hallway before he slips out into the corridor. Your dorm door shuts lightly behind him.

You reach for the phone and type out a reply to Shoto.

Shoto: This sounds awful to say, but getting to sneak away with you to the janitor’s closet almost makes getting caught worth it. 

Y/N: Oh yeah, definitely worth it. Goodnight Sho.

Shoto: Goodnight.

He adds a string of whale emojis and you smile to yourself as you set your alarm and turn out the light. Shoto Todoroki is such boyfriend material.

Maybe that’s what you’ll tell him.

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After a brief stop to chat with Mineta down the hall, Hitoshi slouches his way back to his own room.

He’s bone tired. Hitoshi is an introvert. Everyone knows this. Hallmarks of his introversion include a notoriously short social battery and an even shorter tolerance for nonsense. Understandably, this whole party business has him at his absolute limit.

He quietly unlocks his dorm door and slips inside, hoping that Mr. King is still patrolling the Class B dorm building. He clicks the lock gratefully and sighs, thrilled to be back in the gentle quiet of his room. He looks around at the space and feels his chest fill with warmth. Sometimes he can’t believe how lucky he is to have his own room in the Hero Course dorms – the four walls surrounding him are completely his own.

He wants to slip under the covers, put in his ear buds and quietly jam until he falls asleep. There are so many things he needs to process and think about – Aizawa is going to absolutely go ballistic tomorrow when he hears about the party. Hitoshi isn’t really sure how they’re going to get away with this, but he’s hopeful that the whole “class unity” suggestion will hold some merit with their cranky, sleep deprived teacher.

But that’s not what his brain wants to focus on right now. No, right now all he wants to think about is Neito Monoma and his perfect hair and lips and body. God, Hitoshi wants to absolutely destroy him.

He thinks back to his long talk with Y/N. Talking to Y/N about Neito, finally getting his feelings out in the open and sharing them with someone else had felt so good, so freeing. And Y/N had really cared. She had seemed to want to hear all about his feelings and thoughts and desires. This is all still so new to him – having friends. Being cared for.

It’s funny…he never planned on making friends in the Hero Course. In fact, he had been hoping to keep his head down and focus on his studies and training. His dream of being a hero finally feels within his grasp. It’s all he’s ever wanted, really.

That is…until he started making friends. It started with Izuku at the Sport’s Festival. Despite being in General Studies, Izuku had treated Hitoshi like an equal. He had even claimed to understand the pain that Hitoshi felt in his heart – pursuing a heroic path despite being told he shouldn’t. He had tried to ignore the way Izuku’s acknowledgement had felt…the way it had warmed him inside and made him feel like he was understood. Like he wasn’t alone.

Then Mr. Aizawa had offered to mentor him. It was strange – now there was a second person seemed to believe in Hitoshi and understand how he felt. As Aizawa began to ready Hitoshi for the hero course and bring him into joint training sessions with Classes A and B, things began to snowball. Denki was suddenly texting him memes, Sero inviting him to game online, and Eijirou offering to spot him in the gym. Neito would seek him out at lunchtime to chat or to study. Suddenly, he was surrounded by an enthusiastic group of friends and mentors who could not be deterred. And shockingly, they genuinely seemed to enjoy his company. No one had ever paid much attention to him before. And now he has friends who enjoy his jokes and actively cheer him on. He never could have imagined how good it would feel to be so…loved.

And now, with this whole party situation, suddenly his circle of friends has expanded yet again to include Y/N, Mina and Toru. A year ago, Hitoshi never would have predicted that he would be having a relationship heart to heart with a girl from the hero course in the early hours of the morning. He’s still wrapping his brain around the fact that he really, genuinely likes being a good friend. And he seems to excel at it?

He marvels at it all, confused at how the universe ended up putting him in such a great spot with so many wonderful things: UA. The Hero Course. A Mentor. A Group of Close Friends. Neito.

He strips down, grabbing a pair of comfy sweatpants off of his bed to change into. Before he drops his shirt into the hamper, he holds it to his nose and inhales deeply.

It smells like Neito - a sweet, sharp scent like cinnamon.

Neito is truly something else. He’s the person Hitoshi feels most comfortable around at UA. And he drives Hitoshi absolutely insane – Hitoshi has been insanely attracted to the goofy, dramatic blonde for quite some time now. Being able to finally kiss him, to claim him in front of everyone with his lips…

Hitoshi feels a wave of heat course through him at the thought of Neito’s smooth lips pressed against his own. He replays their spin-the-bottle-kiss in his head over and over. The way he had leaned forward and slipped his hand under Neito’s chin to bring their lips together. He had felt so smooth and suave like some rom com character. He could hear their classmates wolf whistling and cheering as he kissed Neito again and again and again – but at the same time, it felt like the world had gone quiet. All that had mattered in that moment was Hitoshi and Neito and their boundless enthusiasm for each other’s mouths. When Hitoshi had pulled away, Neito had looked up at him with those big indigo eyes and Hitoshi thought that his heart might explode into a million tiny fireworks. He screenshots the moment in his mind – he never wants to forget how goddamn pretty Neito is when he’s freshly kissed.

God he wishes that Neito were here with him now. Better yet – he wishes Neito were in his bed. There are so many things he wants to do with Neito. To try together. He wants to take Monoma apart with deliberate kisses and licks and bites…he wants to absolutely devour him.

He grabs his phone and before he can lose his nerve he hits Monoma’s contact. The phone rings twice before Neito picks up.

“Hitoshi?” The voice is surprised and sleepy, he was probably just drifting off to bed.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Hitoshi says, feeling dumb. He really should have thought this through.

“What’s up? Did you have another idea for our cover story?” Neito asks, muffling a yawn with his hand.

“No, I…I just wanted to tell you that I had fun tonight.”

“Oh, me too! That was certainly a wild party.” Even through the phone, he can hear Neito’s smile.

“Yeah the party was great. But I had fun spending it with you.” Hitoshi feels the need to convey to Neito just how much he likes him, just how much their kissing really meant. God, is he being cringe right now? He honestly can’t tell. Maybe he’s gotta clarify? “I know you get in your head about things sometimes, so I just wanted to let you know that…the kiss. It meant something. For me.”

“Oh I knew that.” Neito laughs.

“What?”

“You think you’re so smooth and mysterious, don’t you Mr. Cloak and Dagger Melodies?” Neito laughs and there’s a rustling noise as if he’s turning over to the more comfortable side of his pillow. “You don’t just kiss a person like that and have it mean nothing.”

“Are you serious.”

“Listen, Hitoshi. I think we should kiss again. Maybe we should kiss all the time, I don’t know.” His voice drops to a whisper. “If Mr. King wasn’t patrolling the area right now, I’d tell you to come over here and finish what you started.”

Hitoshi’s heart drops into his stomach, and he’s instantly hard. He moves his hand down over his boxers, drawing his hand along the outline of his dick. Fuck.

He needs to gulp and compose himself before he replies. “Is that so? Guess we’ll need a rain check, then.”

“Guess we will.” Neito hums into the phone receiver sounding infuriatingly cocky. He’s a lot braver when he’s hidden behind his cell phone. “I was thinking…”

Jesus.

“Thinking about…?” Hitoshi supplies, loving the sly tone of Neito’s sweet voice.

“I was thinking about how it might feel to have you kiss down my neck.” Neito’s smiling. Hitoshi can hear him goddamn smiling through the phone. He slides his hand down his boxers and fumbles the base of his dick. Is it wrong to jerk off  like this? Neito has got to know what he’s doing right now, right!?

“I could do that.” Hitoshi says too quickly. Fuck it – he’s horny and talking to the object of his horniness. With Neito, there’s never been any reason to hide who he truly is. Might as well be upfront about it. “Fuck, Neito. You’re turning me on.”

Neito laughs, delighted. His cackle crackles through the receiver of Hitoshi’s cell. The purple haired hero in training shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably, desperate to hear more.

“Of course you like dirty talk.” Neito breathes quietly into his phone. “If I were with you right now…what would you want to do to me?”

Hitoshi starts to work at himself, hand jumping up and down his hard cock with a fervor even he’s surprised by.

“I’d take off your shirt. Throw you on my bed. Run my tongue across that infuriatingly chatty mouth of yours.” The words spill out of Hitoshi so quickly that they’re running together. The thrill of speaking to Neito like this – so illicit and dirty – it’s going to make him cum before he can even truly get started.

“Mmm I’d like that.” Neito hums, his voice dripping with honey. “I want to feel your bare chest against me, Hitoshi. I want you to absolutely take me apart.”

Hitoshi can’t respond, his mind is going blank. His cock throbs in one palm as he struggles to keep a grip on his phone with the other. He presses the device into the cool curve of his cheek as he continues to furiously jack himself off. 

Neito seems to realize he has a captive audience, because he just keeps going. “I want to touch you, Hitoshi. I want to feel all of you. I want to copy your quirk and ask you a fucking question.”

Hotoshi nearly stops breathing. Why is that is the single hottest thing anyone has ever said to him?

God. He wants to get off so badly…but at the same time, he wants Neito here with him when he does it.

Reluctantly, he releases his dick and moves so he can flop backwards onto his bed.

“I like you.” He says flatly into the phone. “I really, really like you.”

Neito notices the tonal shift and moves easily with him.

“I like you, too. I have for a while.”

“I know.”

“Then why did it take us this long to do something about it?” Neito asks thoughtfully. Hitoshi can hear him drumming his fingers against his bedside table. He grunts noncommittally into the phone and stares up at his ceiling, his dick still pulsing with need. He ignores it.

“So are we going to do this?” Neito asks, his voice a bit uncertain. “I love our friendship. I want more than friendship, obviously. But we’re so busy with the Hero Course and there’s that stupid school rule about dating and…if it’s all too much right now, we can wait. Stay friends. Sort it all out later on.”

He’s rambling. He does that when he’s nervous. He also does that when he’s confident. Neito is a yapper through and through.

“Neito.” Hitoshi smiles softly as he cuts off the blonde. “I want to explore this. With you. Not in the future - in the present.”

“Alright. Good. Me too.” Neito sighs out a breath of relief. “I just know how much the Hero Course means to both of us. I would never ask you to divide your attention between working to become a hero and…well, romance, I guess.” He lets out a chuckle and Hitoshi’s heart goes all warm and fuzzy inside. Oh, god, he’s got a metaphorical boner now, too. Neito wants to prove he can be a hero just as badly as Hitoshi does. They both have odd quirks – quirks that wouldn’t typically put someone on the Pro Hero track. And yet, here they are. They’ve found a school and peers that accept and support them. And now…they’ve found each other.

 Hitoshi lets out a loud laugh, unable to contain the rare spitfire spark of joy that’s welling up in his chest. He must sound insane. He wonders briefly if he’s woken up his dorm neighbors with the sudden outburst.

“Hitoshiiiii.” Neito squeaks out in surprise at the noise, but Hitoshi can’t stop laughing. He’s just so goddman happy for once. He must look like an absolute maniac – naked and hard and laughing alone in his dark room.

He takes a breath. Screw calm, cool and collected.

“Sorry, sorry.” He apologizes, his voice still tinged with mirth. “I’m just…I’m really happy right now, Neito. I never thought I’d be blessed enough to in the UA Hero Course and to find someone who I like so much who likes me back.”

“You idiot.” Neito says, but his voice is laced with affection. “Go the fuck to bed.”

“Alright.” Hitoshi concedes, finally coming down from his giggle fest. “I’ll text you in the morning?”

“You better.” Neito says warmly before clicking off the phone.

Hitoshi sits in the cool darkness of the room for a moment, basking in the glow of liking a boy who likes you back. After a beat, he places his phone on his bedside charger. He then opens his bedside table drawer and pulls out a small tube of lotion. It doesn’t take long for him to cum – he replays his conversation with Neito over and over in his head until he gets off to Neito’s smooth and unexpected dirty talk. Fuck he can’t wait to get the blonde alone.

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The Next Day

In the morning, the sun rises per usual. It’s warm glow radiates warmth across your face as you drowsily blink awake. The day feels new and golden and you’ve slept about 7 hours so your body is humming peacefully. You stretch out your muscles and sit up, blinking sleepily at the room around you. Everything is neatly in its place, your desk is clean and your floor is tidy.

What a wonderful way to start the - Ughhhh crap!

Suddenly all of the previous day’s events come rushing into your mind like lightening striking a cell phone tower pole. It’s a sharp clang! in your head as you rapid-fire remember the party, Spin The Bottle the kisses, the hookup, the missed texts, Mr. Vlad King, the FaceTime, and The Big Emotional Feelings Talk with Hitoshi.

And on top of all of that…you want a full-blown relationship with Shoto Todoroki.

Fuck what a weekend! You slump back down into your warm bed and are instantly grateful to be hidden away and comfy for a moment. You tuck yourself in beneath the covers and turn your phone over so that it rests face down on the bed beside you. Everything is fine. Nothing truly bad has happened just yet. You probably have a full hour of snuggling into your bed before a teacher summons you to their office for the talking to of the century. You wonder what fresh horrors the day will hold since Mr. Vlad King caught Classes A and B having a little shindig in the common room.

You’re right – an hour later your phone buzzes with an email. Your heart sinks like a stone when you see that it’s a message from Mr. Aizawa to the entire class. He’s come back to campus early, abandoning his mission to come home and punish his class. His message is short and to the point:

Common Room. Noon.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhok!

Within seconds, your phone is going absolutely wild in your hand. Texts and pings come in from all directions.

Class 1A Group Chat:

Kaminari: Oh Shit! DadZawa is gonna ground us for all eternity!

Iida: And rightfully so! We broke many rules last night and deserve just punishment!

Tsu: Calm down Iida.

Sero: Maybe it will all be fine! It’s not like we all got wasted last night. If you really think about it, we basically just had a board game night with Class 1B.

Kaminari: Love the way you casually left out all of the horny kissing

Iida: Please have some decorum in the group chat and refrain from using perverse terms!!

Kaminari: Horny isn’t perverse. I’ll even site my sources, Class Rep.

Denki sends a screenshot from an online dictionary to the group chat. It says:

horn·y

/ˈhôrnē/

adjective

1. of or resembling horn.

"a horny beak"

Kaminari: Also…I know someone who had a horny beak last night…

Kirishima: Jesus Christ.

Tokoyami: …

Tokoyami has left the chat.

Jiro: Omg you guys are so immature I can’t

Iida: Kaminari you are a disgrace to the hero course and I will remove you from this group chat if you continue to behave in this manner. Please go apologize to Tokoyami.

Kaminari: L

Kaminari: Ugh FINE. I’m going I’m going

Midoriya: Hey guys! Just catching up here – are we all talking about Mr. Aizawa’s email? Or are we talking about horny toads for that upcoming biology assignment…? Sorry, I haven’t fully read through the chat yet.

Sero: HORNY. TOADS.

Kaminari: Omg I’m crashing out Izuku HORNY TOADS!?

Bakugo: Learn to read your fuckin’ texts you damn nerd

Kirishima: My man Bakugo has entered the chat!!! Hey best buddy! Hey BakuBro!

Kaminari: Omg that’s a cute nickname can I use it too!?

Bakugo: Die.

Kaminari: Bakubroooooo

Iida: Kaminari.

Kaminari: ALRIGHT IM WALKING TO TOKOYAMIS ROOM RN SHEESH MOM

Iida: I’m not your mother.

Sero: You do got those mommy milkers thoooo

Iida: ?

Kirishima: Excuse me

Midoriya: I’m so confused

Sero: Am I the only one who saw Iida shirtless in the gym last week!? Iida you’re literally so beefy like your chest is INSANE. Pls send your workout routine!

Iida: Thank you Hanta. That is a very kind compliment. I can show you my routine next time we are at the gym.

Midoriya: …what’s a mommy milker tho

Sero: I’ll tell you when you’re older.

Uraraka: Ok. Moving on.

Uraraka: So are we all just wearing pajamas for this meeting or should I put on actual clothes?

Iida: Given the severity of our crimes against UA, I would recommend the latter.

Uraraka: Alright, leggings and a hoodie it is!

Kaminari: I’m with Tokoyami rn – we’re all good!

Tokoyami has been added to the chat.

Kaminari: Sorry for being a dumbass

Uraraka: Welcome back Tokoyami! We missed youuuu

Sero: It was a tough 5 minutes surviving in this chat without our coolest classmate

Tokoyami: 🖤

Midoriya: I JUST GOOGLED MOMMY MILKERS AND ITS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT

Kirishima: WHAT DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE…!?

Shoto: Why is everyone yelling

A new group chat has emerged on your phone as well. One encompassing Mina, Toru, Neito, Hitoshi and, to your surprise…Mineta.

Mina: Alright fam. Everyone better keep their stories straight.

Toru: Class unity. We LOVE class unity!

Neito: We are now SO unified, it HURTS!!!

Mineta: As long as I get my kiss, I’ll say whatever you need me to say 😉

Hitoshi: No.

Mineta: ??? You weren’t involved with our deal?

Hitoshi: We talked about this last night. If Aizawa asks, you VOLUNTEERED to be the distraction out of the goodness of your heart.

Toru: FOR CLASS UNITY.

Mineta: Ugh.

Hitoshi: Is this really a game you want to play.

Mineta: Typing

Mineta: Typing

Mineta: Typing

Mineta: I volunteered to be the distraction because I love class unity.

Hitoshi: There we go.

Neito: God you’re hot when you’re intimidating people

Mina: PUBLIC CHAT NEITO

Neito: Oh I know 😉

Toru: You guys are so CUUUUUTE

Neito: 💕💕💕

Hitoshi: ty

UM EXCUSE ME!?!

Does that mean what you think it means!?

Did Hitoshi Shinsou get you out of that goddamn kiss pact with Mineta!?

Wow. You scroll back up and heart every message Hitoshi has sent to the group chat.

Becoming BFFs with Neito and Hitoshi was definitely not on this year’s bingo card. What an unexpectedly wonderful surprise. You pull out your phone and type a quick thank you directly to Hitoshi. He gives you a thumbs up emoji and leaves it at that – the guy is the definition simple, but effective.

A moment later, Hitoshi starts another group chat with all of your friends – Mineta is noticeably absent from this one.

Hitoshi: Alright. I had a chat with Mineta last night.

Y/N: ?????

Mina: ???!?!????

Toru: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Neito: Am I the only one capable of text in this group

Neito: How did it go?

Hitoshi: You guys saw in the other group chat – he agreed to say that he volunteered to be bait. He dropped the whole kiss thing. Y/N should be fine now.

Y/N: THANKUTHANKUTHANKU 🙏 🙏 🙏

Toru: Our chivalrous hero!!

Neito: A hero. A hunk. A hero hunk. 🤤

Hitoshi: np

Hitoshi: Just don’t go making a deal like that again, guys. You could literally get expelled.

Mina: 👽👍

Toru: We’ll be good! No kissing in exchange for goods or services!

Hitoshi: Also. I asked him what went down with Mr. King and Hatsume last night.

Y/N: Oh!? 👀

Hitoshi: From what I’ve gathered – Mr. King showed up and fought off Hatsume’s drones for quite some time. It sounds like the booby traps she loaded into those things were quite…effective. She got a few scratches on Mr. King, but nothing terrible. Once he flattened most of them and was able to get Mineta down, Hatsume retreated. Mr. King never saw her, but he’s smart enough to put all of the pieces together and figure out who rigged all of those drones. And once Mr. King saw the safety harness Hatsume had rigged up for Mineta, it became clear pretty quickly that Mineta was in on the whole thing.

Mina: Shit. Well, Hatsume def kept her promise and bought us time.

Toru: I can’t believe she managed to hurt Mr. King – I hope he’s ok!!!

Neito: What happened next? What did Mineta tell Mr. King?

Hitoshi: So apparently...

Hitoshi: Mr. King asks Mineta what he’s doing strapped to the pole surrounded by drones and the little shit says

Hitoshi: It’s for a school project.

Neito: Excuse me. 👁👄👁

Toru: What

Hitoshi: Yeah.

Hitoshi: Mineta told Mr. King that he was trying to train and see how sticky his…balls…could be and if he could use them to hold himself up on the pole for an extended amount of time. He wanted to see how altitude, stress levels, etc. impacted his quirk. He said he had borrowed the drones from a friend in order to film the project, but they had gone haywire and started attacking him an hour into the experiment.

Y/N: You want me to believe that Mineta of all people made up that alibi on the fly!?

Mina: I’m so confused.

Y/N: What did Mr. King say?????

Hitoshi: So Mr. King obviously sees through all of that bullshit and a minute later Mineta is confessing that he’s just the distraction for a big Class A and Class B party in Heights Alliance.

Hitoshi: Mr. King didn’t bother investigating the drones further. He grabbed Mineta and hauled ass to the Class A dorm. Where, of course, he found the party. And shut it down.

Y/N: So Mineta didn’t spill anything major?

Hitoshi: It would seem not.

Mina: I’m almost insulted!

Y/N: Shut up this is a good thing!!

Toru: Ok so now we just need see what Mr. Aizawa says…

Y/N: I think the only thing that could truly get us in trouble is the alcohol. But we made sure to clean the bottle and remove the label and I THINK that someone hid it when the party got busted.

Neito: Can confirm. I saw Todoroki roll it under the couch. It’s probably still there?

Mina: Oh, word? Todoroki doing us a solid!?

Hitoshi: He’s a good egg.

Hitoshi: 🥚

Toru: HAHAHA

Y/N: Do you think we could get in trouble for playing Spin The Bottle?

Neito: Not if Aizawa never finds out about it!

Mina: We’d better get to the common area for this big convo…

Neito: LMK what happens, okay!!?!???

Y/N: Ofc! 🤞

You close out the chat, only for the OG group chat that you have going with Neito, Mina and Toru to light up. Dang everyone is chatty today!

Neito: I just want to let everyone know that Hitoshi Shinsou is a sex god and that I worship at his feet.

Toru: OMG

Mina: Did you go and fuck him after we all FaceTimed!?!?!?

Neito: NO I JUST WANTED EVERYONE TO KNOW HOW HOT HE IS AND THAT AT THE FIRST POSSIBLE CHANCE YEAH 🔥🤤

Neito: ILL FUCK ‘EM RAW

Neito: ITS WHAT HE DESERVES. AS THE HOTTEST MAN ALIVE.

Toru: Jesus

Neito: Yeah and I’ll make him see God, too. 😏

Mina: Neito I am thrilled for you! Hitoshi is hot AF!!!! It looks like he’s a good kisser too!!!

Mina: But you better not spend all of your free time humping Hitoshi. We have more chaos to inflict on the Hero Course together and we demand at least some of your attention as friends.

Toru: Mina we need to handle the fallout from one party before we plan another!!!

Y/N: CLASS. FUCKIN. UNITY!!!!!

Neito: I love you guys 💕

Mina texts you seperatly a minute later.

Mina: After this Aizawa meeting goes down…I’m going to talk to Eijirou.

Y/N: Oh yeah? Do you feel ready for that?

Y/N: Do you think he might need more time and space?

Mina: IDK, I’ll ask him when I see him. And if he’s not ready to talk I’ll leave him alone.

Mina: But I’m going to try to really listen and see what he needs from me rn.

Y/N: Proud of you ❤️

Y/N: lmk how it goes?

Mina: ofc 💕

Lastly, you have a text from Shoto. Your heart does a little dance in your chest when you see his name pop up on your screen. You hastily click open the tiny message window.

Shoto: Are you ready for this meeting with Mr. Aizawa?

Y/N: No. Absolutely not. Not in a thousand years!!!

Y/N: Also heard you hid the alcohol bottle when Mr. King busted up the party?

Shoto: Yes. I slid it under the middle couch while everyone was taking down the decorations.

Y/N: Shoto you are a LIFESAVER.

Shoto: Well I do want to be a hero someday.

Y/N: You’re my hero rn

Shoto: ❤️

Shoto: What are you most worried about regarding Mr. Aizawa?

Y/N: I’m worried he’s going to punish the entire class. Last time he imposed a curfew. This time he’ll probably make our lives even worse and the whole class will blame me, Mina and Toru!

Shoto: And Monoma.

Y/N: SHOTO THAT IS NOT HELPFUL !!!

Shoto: Okay.

Shoto: A more helpful thought – everyone willingly participated in the party last night. They’ll need to accept the consequences that come with that.

Y/N: I know, but…

Shoto: It will all work out, Y/N. Mr. Aizawa likes everyone in our class. He will probably be very annoyed, but remember what you told me last night – we are just kids figuring things out. It’s alright for us to make mistakes every once and a while.

Shoto: No one got hurt or in terrible trouble.

Y/N: I think that one of Hatsume’s drones may have cut Mr. King…

Shoto: Okay no one got seriously hurt, then. I think it will all be fine.

Y/N: I really hope you’re right.

Y/N: Oh, wait I have something to tell you. You’ll really like this.

Y/N: Hitoshi talked to Mineta and got me out of the whole kiss thing.

Shoto: Really?

Y/N: Yeah! I guess Mineta is afraid of him!? It sounds like Hitoshi told him the deal was off!!! I’M A FREE WOMAN! 🙏

Shoto: Oh

Y/N: What???

Shoto: Well. Of course I don’t want you to kiss Mineta.

Shoto: But I liked being able to…

Shoto: This is embarrassing to type

Y/N: YOU GOTTA TELL ME NOW

Shoto: Why are you yelling

Y/N: TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME

Shoto: …

Y/N: Shoto Todoroki – do you WANT me to kiss goddamn MINETA!?

Y/N: You made it VERY clear yesterday that you didn’t want me to while you were FINGERBANGING ME IN A FUCKIN CLOSET!!!

Shoto: Firstly

Shoto: What is fingerbanging?

Y/N: !!!!

Y/N: I think you’re smart enough to figure out what that means.

Shoto: Fair.

Shoto: Secondly. No, I don’t want you to kiss Mineta.

Shoto: But.

Y/N: BUT!?!?!?

Shoto: You’re yelling at me again.

Y/N: Ok. Jeez. Sorry. But!?

Shoto: But…I enjoyed being a little jealous and getting to…

Shoto: Punish you?

Oh. Oh wow. Okay. So Shoto was a hell of a lot kinkier than the two of you had ever thought? He did seem super into it last night.

Y/N: Oh, really?

Shoto: Yes.

Shoto: But when I say punish. You know I mean it in a fun, consensual way?

Y/N: Yes Shoto I understand that you mean it in a fun consensual sexy way and not in a scary controlling way. Dude. At this point, I know you pretty well.

Shoto: Okay I was just making sure.

Y/N: We can def explore that Sho 😏

Shoto: I’d like that.

Y/N: See you in the common room for Aizawa’s scary meeting?

He gives your message a thumbs up react and you will yourself to roll out of bed so you can make yourself look presentable.

You grab a protein bar and scarf it down haphazardly as you pull out a clean pair of black leggings from your closet. You chew the sticky oat bar thoughtfully as you grab a basic tee and a cute hoodie as well. Might as well be comfy as Aizawa verbally tears you apart in front of your peers!

Once you’re dressed you head out to the common room. It’s 11:45am, and Hitoshi Shinsou has been the first one to arrive. He gives you a lazy wave from a couch under the windows, and you pad across the room to join him.

“Thanks for talking to Mineta. And for talking with me last night. It was…really helpful.”

Hitoshi shrugs and turns to stare out the window. “It’s no big deal. I like helping people. Especially…my friends.”

You smile as the two of you sit in silence. Friends. Your tiny group of close friends has certainly expanded a lot lately, hasn’t it?

Members of the class start to trickle in – Midoriya, Iida, Ochaco, Momo, Tsu and Sato make their way in nervously, all grabbing spots on the couches around you. Other students drift in as the clock ticks closer to noon.  Everyone knows how strict Mr. Aizawa can be…and so everyone is punctual.

You bounce your leg nervously as you all wait in silence. The tension in the room is only broken when Kaminari and Jirou enter the room – holding hands.

“OMG OMG OMG!” Ochaco gasps out, looking frantically between the two. “Are you two, like, together!?” She’s hopping up and down, on the verge of crashing out over this.

Kaminari beams. Jirou drops his hand and stomps across the room to sit next to you and Hitoshi on the couch.

“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal!” She says under her breath, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Yes!” Kaminari ignores her and gushes to Ochaco. He grabs her hands in his own and huddles his head towards her conspiratorially. “We’re together! We’re officially a couple!” He drops Ochaco’s stunned hands and points across the room at Jirou and shouts loudly. “That’s my GIRLFRIEND and she’s AMAZING!”

Jirou groans and covers her blushing face with her hands, mortified.

The tone of the room lightens – everyone is thrilled for them. Immediately, most members of the class are buzzing with a mix of questions and congratulations. You’re thrilled for them, of course! But also a little jealous. Now that you know you want Shoto to be your significant other, seeing the happy couple makes you question if you and Shoto could ever be like that. Public. Unafraid. You wonder what Mr. Aizawa will do when he finds out about Kaminari and Jirou (it’s only a matter of time before he finds out – the man knows absolutely everything and Kaminari is not a subtle person the way that Shoto is). Will he punish them? Make them break up? You worry for them, stressed about the whole “no dating, no sex” policy.

Your eyes scan the room quickly for any remnants of the party from the night before. Your class was, of course, meticulous with their Mr. King-supervised-Party-clean up. Aside from Kaminari and Jirou’s newly established relationship, no trace of the party seems to exist. You stare at the couch across the room that you know is concealing the abandoned alcohol bottle Shoto stashed the night before. Should you dash over and try and grab it now? You check your phone. 11:50am. Nah, you’d be cutting it too close. Best not to be seen near the scene of the crime with a mysterious empty bottle.

A moment later, Kirishima shuffles into the room alongside Bakugo. Eijirou’s usual positive vibe is off – his face looks drawn and tired, and he looks kind of pissy. Actually…his expression practically mirror’s Bakugo’s default expression. They both look incredibly unhappy to be present in the common room.

“Hey, Bakubro – where were you last night? You missed my big moment with Jirou!” Kaminari calls out as Bakugo and Kirishima slump onto one of the other couches.

“I was goddamn sleeping, you idiot. Unlike the rest of you losers, I got up to train this morning.” Katsuki practically spits out, his eyebrows drawn angrily. “I didn’t participate in your stupid excuse for a party, so I don’t see why I even need to be here.”

Oh, that’s right…Katsuki was nowhere to be found last night. Your stomach sinks a little bit – Katsuki’s a jerk, but you’d feel bad if he got punished alongside the rest of the class for a party he didn’t even participate in.

“You’re so dedicated to your training, Kacchan.” Midoriya pipes up, looking at Katsuki admiringly. “I hope we didn’t keep you up with all of the noise from the party.”

Katsuki shrugs. “I better not get in trouble because of you idiots.”

The room dips back into a nervous silence. Mina arrives a moment later with Toru and the two of them cram onto the couch with you, Jirou and Hitoshi. Everyone is squished but it’s not horrible. Mina glances over at Eijirou hopefully, but he pointedly ignores her. He scowls down at his phone as he scrolls through Instagram.

After a few more minutes, the rest of the class has drifted into the room and taken seats. Shoto strolls in at 11:58 and seats himself next to Midoriya. He flashes a gentle grin in your direction before turning to quietly chat with Izuku. You glance around to make sure no one else has noticed – but Hitoshi catches your eye and gives you a perceptive look. You roll your eyes at him. Luckily, everyone else seems preoccupied as they wonder allowed what Aizawa’s punishment will be.

The clock strikes noon and nothing happens.

You and your classmates all exchange nervous looks with one another as you wait. When you hear heavy footsteps from up the hall, you start to panic a bit. Ugh, crap, you really hope that you haven’t gotten your class into too much trouble. The anticipation of this whole Aizawa ordeal is just killing you – your stomach is churning and you’re adrenaline is already pumping.

A moment later, Mr. Aizawa appears, sweeping around the corner in his dark uniform, his capture weapon wrapped around his neck. He strides into the room with purpose and stops to stand before his class.

“Class.” He acknowledges you all quietly, eyes darting around the room to quickly count heads.

He looks absolutely exhausted with those tired, red eyes. You remember with a start that he’s been out on a mission and likely hasn’t slept in quite some time. A few days’ worth of stubble dots his pale chin, and his hair is as unkempt as usual. It’s funny – you and your friends have often discussed how Shota Aizawa would be drop dead gorgeous if he just took better care of himself. His raven hair is thick and long and if he just brushed if every once and a while he would be an absolute smoke show. But – he’s an underground hero and a teacher. His appearance obviously isn’t a priority. You’ve often wondered if Mr. Aizawa has someone special in his life. You assume that if this were the case, he’d clean himself up a little more. Most people didn’t go for that scruffy, dirty, exhausted look – right?

“Hello, Mr. Aizawa.” The class intones nervously. He nods absentmindedly in response.

“We have a few important things to discuss today.” He says briskly, rubbing at his temples like he has a deep headache. “Mr. King called me this morning and filled me in on what’s been going on.” He glances around the room, searching everyone’s faces carefully. You sit up straight between Hitoshi and Jirou, trying not to look too guilty. “Luckily for all of you, my mission ended early and I was already back on campus last night when Mr. King called me at 3 am. There would have been hell to pay had I been called away in the middle of a job.”

He pauses as the class takes in that information. Part of you is relieved that your shenanigans didn’t ruin Mr. Aizawa’s mission. Maybe that’s something you should have thought more about during the party planning process…if you had gotten caught you might have jeopardized your teacher’s mission (and jeopardized the lives of any people depending on him during said mission). In retrospect…the party was much more selfish than you had intended.

“So here’s what I know. There was a party in this room last night involving most of Classes A and B. The party was pre-planned because there were decorations and baked goods. Neito Monoma apparently took credit for the whole thing. And Mineta aided him as a distraction on the quad.” He rattles off the list, unblinking. His tone is even, not necessarily accusatory.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, eyes darting around to take in the guilty looks of your fellow classmates. Mineta sits towards the back of the room, looking absolutely terrified. You feel a little pity for him. Sure, he’s shitty most of the time, but he did help pull off the greatest party distraction ever known to Heights Alliance. He probably deserves a little bit of credit for that, right? Then you remember the way he talked you into promising to kiss him in exchange for his help. Eh, fuck the credit. He’s still scummy as hell. You refocus on Aizawa.

“Here are a few things I put together on my own. It looks like some kind of tech was used to distract Vlad. So I’m assuming that Hatsume from the Support Course was involved. The drone he brought back with him seems to be her style. The rest of the tech she was using seemed to have disappeared when Vlad went back to investigate. I’m also fairly certain that the ring leaders of the party were from our class.” His eyes hover on you before slowly moving to rest on Mina and Toru in turn. “I can’t even begin to say how disappointed I am in you all. I explicitly banned any kind of social gathering from happening while I was away, and I instated a curfew after the last ‘party’ incident.”

The entire class sits in an uncomfortable silence, and it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. Mr. Aizawa’s words weigh heavily on you all, and his quiet, matter-of-fact dissatisfaction is almost worse than him yelling. His sunken eyes continue to wander the room, bestowing each student with an individual dose of disappointment. Katsuki is the only one who holds Aizawa’s steely gaze. That’s right, he didn’t participate in the party. There’s no reason for him to shoulder the weight of Aizawa’s displeasure.

“But as disappointed as I am that you all blatantly disobeyed my rules…I’m actually a little impressed by what you managed to accomplish.” Aizawa sighs, slowly unwinding his capture weapon from his shoulders and wrapping it neatly around his elbow. It looks like he’s taking it off for the day.

“Wait. What.” Kaminari blurts out stupidly. “That’s not what I was expecting you to say.”

“Yeah we’re gonna need some further explanation here.” Sero pipes up, sounding equally surprised. Mina glances at you hopefully, her dark eyes wide with astonishment. All around you, your classmates start to babble and mutter to each other – everyone wondering what the hell Mr. Aizawa is talking about.

“Everyone quiet down!” Iida calls out, ever the class rep. “Mr. Aizawa! Please continue!” The engine hero chops the air with his hand and gestures for Mr. Aizawa to keep talking.

Aizawa presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes for a moment. He takes a deep, steadying breath before his eyelids flutter open around those dry, red eyes. He stares out at you all and seems to be willing himself to stay awake.

“I took some time this morning to review video footage from around campus. Ashido. Hagakure. Y/N. The three of you collaborated with Monoma, Mineta, and Hatsume on the quad and developed a fairly successful plan to delay Vlad King while you threw the party.”

Your stomach drops. You didn’t realize that UA was crawling with surveillance cameras – but in retrospect, it totally makes sense. The UA campus is one of the best-protected institutions in Japan – of course they have a state of the art security system in place. You feel foolish for not thinking there would be some method of surveillance observing your every move.

“Answer this for me…how long did you take to plan this distraction?” Aizawa looks directly at you. No sense in lying now, not when he’s caught you red handed on camera.

“Maybe a week?” You say uncertainly, avoiding his gaze.

“You seemed to have missed a few key factors in your planning process – you neglected to circumvent the security cameras, one of your teammates managed to get caught, and Vlad managed to get ahold of a piece of your equipment as well. Let’s use this as a learning experience.” He pauses; making sure everyone in the class is listening. All mumbling has ceased – all eyes are now concentrated intensely on Aizawa. “When you go on a covert mission, you need to ensure that no team member is left behind. You need to account for every possible scenario – always assume that you are being recorded or filmed somehow, especially these days when cameras are everywhere. And lastly, if you need to leave a mission in a hurry, at least try to destroy any hero support gear rather than leave it behind. You don’t want powerful or proprietary technology to get into enemy hands.”

You all stare at Aizawa in disbelief. Of course this man would find some way to turn this into a lecture. All of a sudden the party was turning into a weird learning experience. You can practically hear Iida’s voice in your mind saying “I’d expect nothing less from a top educational institution like UA!”

Aizawa continues on, leaving his capture weapon wrapped around his arm and tucking his hands deep into his pockets. “This is a great example of how, despite your best attempts at preparation, fieldwork missions rarely go to plan. Remember this phrase we discussed in strategy class – “no plan survives first contact with the enemy.” That means that things will rarely go as we intended, despite our best efforts.” He pauses there, taking in the class’s shocked expressions. You can see the ghost of a smile on his face. No one was really expecting Aizawa to turn this situation into a teachable moment.

“Now, what was another blind spot in your plan?” His gaze lingers again on you, Toru and Mina. Mina slowly raises her manicured pink hand, looking uncertain.

“Yes, Ashido.” Aizawa calls on her as if you’re all just sitting through a normal class lecture.

“We didn’t have a contingency plan. Or a way to shut down the party quickly if Mr. King was on his way to the dorm.” Mina says in a small voice, looking anywhere but Aizawa’s face. “We also didn’t have a reliable stream of communication set up with Mineta and Hatsume. We should have been communicating with both of them throughout the party, but we all got distracted.”

“Right. When planning a mission, you need to think through all possible scenarios. And you need to make sure that every member of your team has support. In this situation, Hatsume and Mineta didn’t have backup, and you didn’t have an exit strategy for the rest of the class. Let’s pretend that Mr. King was a villain and the rest of Classes A and B were civilians that you were protecting. Hatsume and Mineta were holding off the villain the best they could while you tended to the civilians. In this instance, you weren’t able to evacuate the civilians quickly enough and chaos ensued. The villain won.”

“You need to have a plan but also learn to be flexible and think quickly on your feet. I’m disappointed that Vlad caught you all. I’m assuming that Hatsume gave you ample warning to clear out the party? She doesn’t seem like one to leave loose ends.”

“She did.” You say guiltily, hanging your head. “She texted us, but we all managed to get caught up and miss the message.”

“There’s another lesson – stay focused on the mission. You can’t afford to get distracted in the field.” Mr. Aizawa surveys the class with shrewd eyes. “Alright, so we’ve reviewed what you can improve on. Next I want to commend you all for something…”

“Mr. King was deeply impressed with the way that Monoma took responsibility for the party. He was willing to take the fall for the entire operation, and that is no small feat. We all know that Monoma has been…difficult…since the first year Sports Festival. Last time you tried to throw a get together he’s went out of his way to get it shut down. But this time - it seems like Classes A and B were finally able to find some common ground. And that is something Vlad and I have been hoping would happen. Your peers in Class B will be your colleagues in the field someday. You need them. It’s important that you form a rapport with them now while you’re students. We want you to learn from each other, to trust one another.”

Hot damn, Aizawa is the one who’s bringing up CLASS UNITY!!!! You give Hitoshi a sidelong glance, but he ignores you. He keeps his gaze trained on Aizawa.

What your teacher says next is truly shocking.

“I think that perhaps we’ve been training you all so hard that we forgot to give you some time to decompress with your peers. So moving forward…I’m lifting the curfew.”

The entire class cheers at the unexpected news.

“Sensei that’s sick! Thank you!” Kaminari calls out, pumping his fist into the air.

“So manly!” Kirishima calls out, his sour mood lifted.

“Isn’t this amazing, Kacchan? We can all play video games together again!” Izuku says happily, and Katsuki smirks.

“It’ll be good to put you nerds in your place again when we play Mario Kart.”

“That’s the spirit, Bakugo.” Sero laughs, clapping him on the back.

“This is wonderful, ribbit!” Tsu croaks out and Ochaco cheers alongside her.

Aizawa’s eyes flash red as his quirk activates, and everyone goes quiet again to hear what he’ll say next.

“You can choose one night a month to organize a gathering in the common rooms with Class B and any other members of your Year. The school will provide some board games and snacks; Class reps Iida and Yaoyorozu can work on forming a social committee to take the lead with these events.” Mr. Aizawa rattles off the rules (of course there are terms and conditions to this – he’s a real stickler for order!). “Now remember – this is a perk and you’ll all need to show me you’re doing your best in classes and in training for these gatherings to continue. If I catch anyone slipping, I will take away this privilege.”

It’s all too good to be true! Aizawa actually wants you to have parties!?

“It’s important for you to take care of your bodies and your minds as we continue our intense training this year. Your social development is key to that as well. You’ll be encouraged to continue hanging out and forming relationships with students in other classmates. After all, like I said earlier - they’ll be your co-workers, support techs and marketing managers someday when you’re all Pro Heroes. It’s basic networking.”

He pauses, kneading at his temples again with the pads of his fingers. Wow, he must really not be feeling great. “And speaking of networking…this week in class we’ll start to discuss this year’s internship program. It’s an important step in your training and development, so please use the rest of the day to prepare for the big week ahead.”

He stops there, looking around at the class to make sure everyone has absorbed all that he’s shared. He looks dead tired, and you almost wish he were in his yellow sleeping back right now so he could just keel over into a nap. He shifts on his feet unsteadily, like he’s getting ready to leave.

“Whoa, what are internships!?” Kaminari calls out loudly and everyone turns to look at him. “You’re just gonna mic drop and head out without giving us more details?”

“He has a point. This sounds like something we should know more about.” Tsu says thoughtfully, finger to her chin as she stares at Mr. Aizawa with those wide, froggy eyes of hers.

“Sounds exciting!” Toru calls out, shimmying on the couch with enthusiasm. The couch cushion bounces under her, rattling Hitoshi and Jirou alongside you.

“You’ll need to wait until we get back to class tomorrow for more information. I’m too tired to get into this right now.” Aizawa intones as he brings up his hand to shield his eyes from the florescent lights.

“Alright, go and enjoy the rest of the weekend. Get out of my sight.” Mr. Aizawa says, turning away from you all. You can’t help but hear the fondness in his voice as he dismisses the group. “I’m going to sleep for the next twelve hours, so don’t do anything stupid that I’ll need to wake up for.”

“Understood, sir!” Kaminari calls out as Aizawa makes a hasty exit. “Sleep well!”

“Dude, don’t say that to our teacher that’s weird!” Kirishima admonishes.

Aizawa disappears into the hallway and you look around at your classmates in awe. Everyone is absolutely buzzing – high on excitement now that Aizawa has promised a future filled with parties and social breaks. You all can’t believe that you got away with the previous night’s debaucherous shindig.

“Oh my GOD! You’re all idiots!” Bakugo stomps into the hallway and back towards his dorm room. “What a waste of fuckin’ time. I could be halfway done with my English homework by now.”

“Wait for me, Bakugo! I need help with my homework!” Kaminari calls out, scrambling after him.

“Ask pony tail girl for help! I’m not some charity tutor!” You hear Bakugo yell down the hall.

Mina and Toru jump up and down in front of your couch, beaming (well, you assume Toru is beaming. Invisibly.).

“We did it, Y/N! We’re freeeee!” Toru squeals, spinning around in a circle.

Mina bounces up and down on the balls of her feet. “He practically congratulated us for pulling off the party! CLASS UNITY!”

You and Toru chant a rousing chorus of “Class Unity!” as well, and Jirou cackles as Toru does a little pirouette around the couch. Hitoshi’s smiling down at his phone, no doubt giving Neito an update on the whole situation.

“How’s everyone’s favorite Phantom Thief?” You ask the purple haired boy, tilting your head with interest.

“Oh he’s just thrilled that the teachers suddenly think so highly of him for ‘going through a major character growth moment.’ He’s preening.”

“Of course he is.” Mina rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Wow, wow, wow I cannot believe we actually managed to get away with this. I thought we were cooked for sure.”

“I know!” You say, feeling giddy with relief. “What are the odds of this happening!?”

“I told you.” Hitoshi says smugly. “This is something Aizawa and King have wanted since the beginning. He’s taking his wins where he can with our class.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” You say, batting at him with your hands. “And now I guess this means you’ll get more unfettered face sucking time with a certain blonde member of Class B.”

“Shut up.” Hitoshi says, cheeks glowing a tiny bit pink. But he’s smiling.

Mina looks down at you, hands on her hips. She’s got a nervous, frenetic energy about her. “Alright well now that that’s over…I’ve got a few last loose ends to tie up.” You know she’s talking about apologizing to Eijirou. You flash her a thumbs up. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Alright, girl. Let us know if you need anything!” Toru calls out after her as she exits the common room. Clearly she has been filled in on the Kirishima situation via text.

“I can’t believe you guys actually pulled that off.” Jirou says in amazement as she gets to her feet. “That was punk rock as all hell.”

“We just got lucky, honestly.” Toru says humbly. “Mr. Aizawa would have had every right to punish us. But I’m sure glad he didn’t!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Shoto and Izuku exit the common room, chatting.

“Hey, guys? I gotta go, um, take care of something, too. I’ll catch up with y’all later?” You wave to your friends as you follow Shoto and Izuku out into the hall.

“Something’s up with her.” Toru says once you’re out of earshot. “She’s been acting really weird lately.”

“Maybe she has a crush on someone.” Jirou says. “She’s been a little flighty lately, hasn’t she?”

“Since when are you an expert on dating?” Hitoshi quirks an eyebrow at her, making her blush and look away.

“Well I have a boyfriend now, don’t I?” She says defensively, her mouth in a flat line.

“Fair enough.” Hitoshi laughs, but Toru seems flabbergasted.

“What!?” She says, hopping up and down before flopping back n the couch. “You think our Y/N has a crush? On who!? OMG I bet it’s Honenuki!?”

“It’s not Honenuki.” Hitoshi snorts, rolling his eyes. Toru turns slowly to look at Hitoshi.

“You know something about this…don’t you?” She says accusingly.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen a fraction before he masters himself. His expression instantly bounces back to neutral.

“What are you talking about?”

“You just said ‘it’s not Honenuki’ way too confidentially. You know who Y/N has a crush on, don’t you? Jirou, help me out!!” Toru cries out, waving an invisible arm at Jirou to include her in the conversation.

“Yeah. It did sound a little suspicious.” Jirou says, leveling Hitoshi with a distrustful look.

“Guys, chill out.” Hitoshi says, his brain grasping at straws as he tries to come up with a plausible excuse for why you wouldn’t be interested in Honenuki. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Don’t gaslight us!” Toru shrieks, thwacking him lightly with her transparent hands while Jirou laughs.

“Look. All I’m saying is that…Y/N probably isn’t into Honenuki because (a) he can’t really kiss with his current facial set up. And (b) she doesn’t even know him that well. I just can’t see someone like Y/N going for a guy she’s barely talked to.”

“They’ve been texting, though!” Toru says, waving her own phone in Hitoshi’s face. He grimaces and shifts away from her. He doesn’t really love his personal space being invaded so aggressively. But he supposes that’s a part of friendship. “I saw it! They send music back and forth to each other.”

“Also not everyone is as obsessed with kissing as you are.” Jirou grins teasingly. “We all saw you playing tonsil hockey with Monoma last night like some kind of heathen.”

“Then maybe I’m wrong, alright? Jeez, lay off guys. I’m sorry.” Hitoshi grumbles, getting to his feet and ambling away from the girls. Jirou and Toru laugh at his discomfort as he makes his exit from the common area.

“I wonder if it Y/N does have a crush onHonenuki, though. She’s been kinda distant since she started texting him more. And that kiss last night that he gave her…well it was sort of intimate despite the fact that he doesn’t have lips.” Toru wonders aloud, looking to Jirou for additional insight.

“Listen, I’ve barely had a boyfriend for twelve hours. I am not the one to talk to about romance.”

The two laugh and go get to get a snack from the kitchen, where some of your classmates are celebrating Aizawa’s leniency.

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Meanwhile, you’ve followed Izuku and Shoto back towards the boy’s side of the dorm at a relatively safe distance. When the two say their goodbyes and go to their separate rooms, you dash up to Shoto’s dorm door.

You knock on the door and don’t wait for his reply, bursting into his room jubilantly. He gives you a look of surprise, his bright eyes wide as he opens his mouth to greet you. You fly to him, throwing your arms around his neck and sealing your lips together with a sound smek!

Shoto doesn’t question his good fortune; he just closes his eyes and leans into the kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist. Within minutes he’s rolled out his palette bed and has you straddling him, his hands squeezing your solid hips.

“I can’t believe Aizawa let us get away with the party.” Shoto says between kisses. He lets his hands travel up your body and under your shirt, leaving goose bumps in their wake. His palms settle around your breasts, his fingertips squeezing and massaging.

“Fuck.” You say as he pinches at one of your nipples over the padding of your bra. “I know, I’m like riding a high right now. I can’t believe we didn’t get into trouble.”

Shoto presses your lips together again to shut you up and you all but melt into him. You feel giddy and relieved as you kiss and kiss and kiss, glad that you don’t have detention or another terrible punishment hanging over your head. Wow, you really pulled it off!

“I wasn’t expecting that at all from our teacher.” Shoto says as you pause to take a breath. His mouth quirks up into a gentle smile. “I’m glad you didn’t get the class in trouble. I didn’t really enjoy having a curfew.”

“Hey – you participated in that party just as much as the rest of the class. In fact, you hid the liquor bottle under the couch. You’re an accomplice.” You protest. “If we would have been punished it wouldn’t have been all my fault.”

“You’re right.” Shoto says, sliding his hands under your bra so he can play with your bare breasts. “I’m your party crime accomplice.”

“And don’t you forget it.” You sigh in contentment as he rolls a nipples between his thumb and forefinger. It’s only been a few minutes of sitting on top of Shoto and your panties are thoroughly soaked. You grind against him, trying to line up his hardness with your aching core despite the layers of clothing between you. After a moment of repositioning, you find a great angle and settle in. You roll your hips slowly, feeling the hard line of Shoto’s cock flex against your leggings.

Shoto groans lightly at the contact, pulling his hands back down from your breasts so he can guide your hips. He looks up at you with heavily lidded, lusty eyes as he helps you to grind on his hardness.

You reach down and pull at the hem of his shirt. “This needs to come off right now.”

He grins up at you and holds up his arms so that you can strip him of his expensive name brand t-shirt. You pull it up and over his head, messing up his two toned hair in the process. You toss the shirt over your shoulder and hear it quietly hit the floor behind you.

“God I love to just look at you.” You sigh, taking in Shoto’s perfect muscular form. You smooth your palms over the pale skin of his chest, allowing yourself to appreciate the hard muscle he’s gained over the past year of training with the Hero Course. Shoto glimmers under the contact, clearly appreciating your appreciation. You smile down at him before leaning in for another kiss.

You make out lazily for a while, working each other up with your lips and hands. Finally, Shoto breaks away to gaze up at you with those pretty eyes of his.

“Y/N.” Shoto whispers, his voice husky in your ear as he reaches for your waist. “Y/N, I want to touch you again. Can I?” He sounds almost desperate for it. And who are you to deny Shoto Todoroki the pleasure of touching your pussy?

“Yes. Literally any time.” You say excitedly, letting him reposition you for easier access. He helps you off of him, pulling you down onto the bedroll beside him so that he can wrap his arms around you. And that’s how Shoto ends up behind you, your back flush against his chest as he spoons you.

His fingers slide down your stomach, easily slipping beneath the thick band of your leggings that covers your stomach. He brushes against the waistline of your underwear with his fingertips, playing with it. Ghosting along the thick waistband. Your pussy is sopping wet, dripping with anticipation. He snaps the elastic against the delicate skin of your stomach and you whimper.

“Did you like that?” He whispers, letting his fingers slip a bit lower over the soft fabric of your underwear. Heat pools in between your legs at the tinge of excitement in his voice as he teases you. Suddenly you recall his texts from the night before and you’re struck with an idea. You bite your lip for a moment as you think through what you want to say.

“Shoto, I’ve been such a bad girl. Maybe you should punish me?” You say in a simpering little voice. You’re not sure if this will do it for him, but when he snaps the elastic again you know you’ve gotten his attention.

“What did you do this time, Y/N?” He says, his voice almost harsh in your ear as he drifts his finger lightly over your underwear, your clit throbbing underneath. “Did you make a deal to kiss another one of our classmates in exchange for a favor?”

Okay, Shoto, go off!?

You flex your hips in an attempt to grind into his fingers, but he pulls his hand away.

“Answer the question, Y/N.” He presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow beneath your ear and you flush. He continues to lavish your neck with hot kisses as your tongue works itself around an answer.

“Yeah.” You invent wildly. “I told Mr. Aizawa that I’d kiss him if he let us off without any punishment.”

Shoto’s kisses still. He absolutely knows that you’re making this up for the sake of fantasy, but he’s a bit shocked that this fictional hookup involves your teacher of all people. He quickly gets his head back in the game and resumes kissing his way across the sensitive skin of your neck, bringing his fingers back down to ghost across your clothed pussy. You’ve seen him refocus himself similarly in battle when he’s caught off guard – he’s adaptable.

“…and did he accept the kiss?” He asks slowly, driving you crazy with his barely-there touches.

“Well, we got away with the party, didn’t we?” You bite back, grinning as his fingers flutter over your clit again. You raise your hips to chase his touch, but he pulls his hand away again. He’s really making you earn it.

“You’re right.” Shoto says as he continues to plant hot kisses along your collarbone. “You’ve been so,” kiss. “Terribly.” Another kiss. “bad.” Shoto says, his voice deep and breathless. “Letting your teacher kiss you to avoid detention? Heroes don’t trade sexual favors in order to get what they want.”

“Well maybe this hero does.” You say, straining to get closer to him. You feel like your body is on fire with need, and Shoto is a bucket of satisfying water. You want him to absolutely drench you.

“Not on my watch.” He finally slips his hand underneath your underwear, his pointer finger sweeping across your soft pussy to gather up your arousal.

“Oh, Shoto!” Shoto slides the pads of his fingers down into your folds, wasting no time in finding your swollen clit. He circles it greedily, slipping and sliding in your wetness.

“Fuck.” Shoto curses under his breath and your heart sings at the swear. It’s so rare that he uses foul language, but your pussy always seems to draw that roughness out of him. He closes his eyes as he continues to move his fingers around your wetness, getting a feel for you. He’s concentrating hard, trying to get a handle on the terrain. He’s only done this once the night before and it was so rushed and hot and quick. This time, he wants to spend a little more time getting a lay of the land before he takes you apart. He smooths his fingers around your clit and then slowly down your dripping slit, taking care to ensure that you’re comfortable as he does so. He drops the dirty talk so he can focus on your pleasure.

“How’s this?” He asks curiously, drawing the pads of his fingers across your entrance questioningly. You scoot a back a bit and part your legs to give him better access.

“It’s nice. You can go inside if you want.” You say, your breath catching in your throat as he begins to softly pulse his pointer finger against your hole. The steady rhythm feels good and intoxicating. Your core pulses with need - with each gentle thrum of his finger against your wetness, your body is craves to be filled, to have him move inside.

“That would be alright?” He asks softly, in awe of your body. When you nod enthusiastically, he gently pulses the tip of his pointer finger inside. He takes it slowly, allowing your body to adjust and pull him in a few centimeters at a time. This is much more gentle and deliberate than last night in the janitor’s closet. You let out a soft moan as he manages to slide most of his finger inside of you. He begins to pulse it, trying to gauge what feels good for you.

“I’ve been wondering how this would feel if I used my penis instead of my fingers.” He says thoughtfully, sliding his finger into you more fully and twisting. You gasp at the motion, dripping wet. Once he feels you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself, he layers in a bit more dirty talk. Your body and brain fizzle with appreciation. “Do you think you’d be able to handle it? It is a bit larger than my fingers, after all…”

Your pussy pulses at his words. Oh god. What would it be like to be filled up with Shoto Todoroki’s thick cock? It would probably feel just like heaven, right?

You’ve definitely thought about it. After all, how could a girl jerk off Shoto Todoroki’s hot dick and not fantasize about how it would feel inside of her!?

“Ah.” You sigh out as he continues to pleasure you, bringing his free hand around to slide down your leggings and play with your clit as his other penetrates you deeply. “You’re right. Your cock is just so big. I don’t know if it would fit right away.”

“We can work our way up to it, then.” He says in a strained voice, fingers moving faster in time with his rapidly beating heart.

“How would you want to fuck me, Sho?” You ask, voice strangled as he continues to do wonderful things with his fingertips. “Would you want me on top? Or maybe you’d want to take me from behind?”

This is new territory for you both – unabashed dirty talk. Discussing the possibility of straight up fucking. It’s intoxicating to be speaking so openly about how badly your body wants and needs Shoto.

Shoto lets out a harsh breath as he presses further into you, your bodies intertwined deliciously. “Oh my God Y/N. I don’t know…I’d let you have me any way you’d want. I bet I could make you feel so good. I’d fill you up so well. I don’t think you’d be able to keep quiet. Everyone would know that we’re fucking.”

He’s talking nonsense. You awkwardly bend your arm behind your back to palm at his cock through his pants. He’s hard as all hell. You wonder if he’ll cum in his underwear again.

“You know, I had a sex dream about you recently.” He repositions himself to be a bit more comfortable, dragging his left hand away from your clit so he can use it to better prop himself up. Your brain is fuzzy with horny-ness, but somehow you’re able to process his words. You’re a bit shocked about two things – (a) Shoto has had a sex dream about you and (b) he’s so willing to talk about it.

“You did?” You gasp out as he gains momentum and hits a particularly good spot deep inside of you. His words are driving you just as crazy as his hands at this point.

“Yeah.” He breathes. You buck your hips backwards and grind against his hardness.

“Tell me about it?”

“Alright.” Shoto says, slowly drawing his finger out from inside of you so that he can zigzagging his fingers around your pussy lips. Your core shudders at the loss of him inside of you, but you try to concentrate on what he’s saying instead. He teases you – running his finger slowly around the rim of your hole, dragging it softly up and around your clit.

Finally, he presses back into you and you make a small noise of pleasure as he settles himself inside. “We were at my family’s vacation home. We woke up in bed together in the sun…and we made love.”

“Oh!” Your breath catches in your chest, your heart pounding in time with the drag of Shoto’s finger deep inside of you. “Can you tell me more?”

“Yes.” Shoto says shortly, his breath a bit labored as he tries to concentrate on your pussy while you grind against him. “You felt so good, so soft. You were wearing a t-shirt. No underwear. It was so easy to just lift it up and…and I woke up wishing I was inside of you for real.”

“God that’s so hot, Shoto.” You say as he increases his pace, flexing his finger against your gummy walls. “God I want you inside of me.”

“I am inside of you.” He teases, flexing his finger to remind you.

“You know what I mean.”

You’re so wet you’re certain your pants are soaked through. All of this hooking up with Shoto has you going through detergent and laundry supplies like crazy – it’s becoming an expensive habit. Clearly you just need to start getting naked off the bat to avoid soaking through your panties and jeans in the future…

You grind back into Shoto again, butt cheeks bouncing against his cock. He lets out a whine.

“Y/N…I’m gonna…I can’t help myself…I need to…” He says, sounding completely undone. You love the way he starts babbling when he’s close to cumming.

“It’s alright, Sho. you can cum.” You throw your head back into his chest and grind your ass back against him as he continues to finger you. He lets out a strangled moan as he cums in his underwear for the second time in 24 hours. Man this guy is an absolute freak for your wet pussy.

“Next time I’ll make you cum with my fingers, how ‘bout?” You promise as his breathing evens out.

“I’ll cum however you’ll let me.” Shoto sighs into your ear, continuing to finger fuck your pussy with vigor. There’s something about the desperate way he says that, all strung out and woozy that just about drives you over the edge. You feel the orgasm swell in your core, ballooning out and expanding to encompass your entire body…

“Shoto…Shoto, I’m gonna - !”

Shoto melds against you, pulling you into him with one hand as his other continues to fuck into you enthusiastically with the other. Holy fucking shit the room is spinning and you’re on the precipice of falling into paradise.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Out of nowhere, a rapid staccato of a knock hits Shoto’s dorm door, causing you both still.

Blood is rushing in your ears and you can’t help at the way your hips automatically buck up in an attempt to get Shoto to move again. You’re so fucking close – filled up with golden ichor and a pulsing need to finish around Shoto’s sweet fucking fingers.

Shoto remains frozen, his gaze flickering uncertainly towards the door.

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. After all, you’ve had this happen a few times before. Remember that time early on when Mina and Toru were at the door while you got Shoto off? And you just kind of lied and told them you didn’t feel well until they eventually left? Or when Aizawa was behind the door, telling Shoto his father was visiting in the common room?

You’ll just keep quiet and ignore the door - whoever’s trying to see Shoto will eventually give up move on. Soon they’ll realize that Shoto isn’t coming to answer the door and they’ll leave, simple as that.

For some reason, though, this time is different.

The knocker doesn’t wait for Shoto to reply, and they don’t leave either.

The doorknob rattles briefly as the intruder PUSHES THE DOOR WIDE OPEN. The door flies out of the doorjamb, hinges squeaking in the stunned silence of the dorm room.

With a wave of sickening panic – you realize that you both forgot to lock the door!!!!

There’s no time to think or move or pull away from Shoto. Your back is flush against him, your limbs tangled up – and his hand is firmly, immovably down the front of your leggings. His fingers tucked inside your tight heat.

“Todoroki – I found that All Might Silver Age manga we were talking about earlier and I wanted to bring it over. You can borrow it, if you’d like! Of course, you can probably find an illegally uploaded copy online but I really like to support the artists who work so hard to draw everything out! And the only real way to do that is to buy the manga directly from the artist or from an indie manga store and –

Izuku Fucking Midoriya throws open the door wide and stands in the threshold of the dorm room, babbling incessantly about manga. In his hand, he holds a short stack of red white and gold comic books plastered with images of a younger, hotter All Might.

What happens next seems to occur in slow motion – Izuku slowly looks up from his pile of manga and locks eyes with you and Shoto. His facial expression changes from one of cheerful excitement to absolute horror, his jaw dropping and his eyes bulging in complete shock as he takes in the scene.

“Holy Whoa!”

Shoto is shirtless – his expensive branded t-shirt laying abandoned on the floor somewhere by your shoes. His hair is mussed and standing on end, his perfect part is fucked up – red hair blending with white. And somehow in the span of five minutes, he’s already hard again. So incredibly hard in his jeans – you can feel his rigid cock pressed against your butt even through the layers of underwear and pants. He’s laying on his side on the plush bedroll, supporting himself on his left elbow, while his right arm is draped around your waist, his left hand dipped low into your leggings. His fingers are still firmly lodged in your throbbing fucking pussy.

Izuku lets out a low, frantic sound. Something akin to an animal being cornered by a predator. His hands fly up to cover his eyes and the stack of All Might manga hits the ground with a firm “flump!” The individual issues of glossy manga fan out across the ground, pages fluttering as the booklets scatter across Shoto’s usually immaculately clean floor.

Izuku holds his hands flush to his face so he can’t see and he tries to turn to leave the room. He walks squarely into the door with a squeak. He lets his hands fall so he can feel his way out of the room with his eyes still shut.

“I, um, didn’t see anything! Okay! Bye Todoroki! Bye Y/N! I mean! Bye no one! Enjoy the manga!” Midoriya turns on his heel and stiffly closes the door behind him; you can hear him bumping into something in the hallway (he probably forgot to open his eyes). After a moment, his footsteps fade.

You push away from Shoto, both of you lock eyes in the silence. He hastily pulls his fingers out of you with a soft squelch!

Fuck.

Izuku fucking Midoriya caught you getting goddamn fingerbanged by Shoto Todoroki. Who, you think with a pang, is very much publically not your boyfriend.

And now Izuku Midoriya knows.

Within the span of a few hours, the circle of people who know about you and Shoto has increased to 4.

Ughhhhh what the hell are you gonna do!?

You turn to Shoto with wide, terror filled eyes. He looks back up at you with that classic Shoto stare of his from where he’s still laying on his bedroll, stunned.

The two of you sit like that for a few moments, eyes locked in a panicked sort of silence.

“Well…” He says quietly, gulping to clear the nervous lump in his throat. “It was nice of him to leave the manga.”

End of Chapter 9

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Author's Notes:

wow ok that was wild I'm gonna go sleep for a hundred years now

Okayyyy so this is the largest single chapter I've ever written EVER!! I thought about breaking it up into 3 parts but honestly I also just wanted it out in the world because I'm very excited about how the story is progressing!!! The next update will probably be a quarter of the size of this - I need to set more manageable chapter expectations! But at the same time...writing this doesn't stress me out. It thrills me. So we'll see what the next month of writing brings for Shoto's First Kiss!

I hope y'all enjoyed the different directions the fic is taking! I feel like if it were just Shoto x Reader all the time it would get boring (and be soooo much shorter!). I'm liking the different character interactions and growth and my absolute favorite arc here is the way the Reader's friend group is expanding and growing. Also - can you tell I've been consuming hella MHA SMAUs lately!? I wanted to include a few silly text convos for the fun of it. The horny toad / mommy milkers texts had me rolling. I re-read them during editing and was like...what was I thinking when I wrote this!? It's so silly. And if you've been following me for a bit you know I love silly!

Anyways, I really hope that this chapter was worth the almost 2 month wait. I've been really thoughtful with my approach to writing Shoto's First Kiss, but I've also been trying to blow off steam with shorter one shot fics in between. I hope to publish some fun smutty one shots in the next few weeks involving Best Jeanist/EdgeShot and Izuku/Katsuki :) And maybe eventually I'll get back around to writing some Kirishima nonsense (the original goal of this freakin' blog). Idk, now I'm just rambling!

Thanks for reading and for joining me on this journey. All of your comments, requests, and votes on my stupid polls mean the world to me and bring me a lot of freakin' joy. I love writing and I really feel like I'm growing and developing my style through these fics. Maybe one day I'll write an original novel of my own or something. But at least for now...well, it was nice of him to leave the manga :)

XOXO,

Red Riot Unbreakable Heart ❤️

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Boyfriend Headcanons - Tenya Ida

What It’s Like Dating Tenya Iida

The Chivalrous, Devoted, Gentlemanly Boyfriend

Dating Tenya Iida is like stepping into a classic love story where respect, devotion, and romance are top priorities. He is the definition of a gentleman, a boyfriend who cares deeply, supports you unconditionally, and puts in the effort every single day. While he might seem a bit intense at times, his love is steady, reassuring, and full of quiet passion.

The Ultimate Gentleman Boyfriend

Chivalry is not dead when it comes to Iida. He opens doors for you, pulls out chairs, walks on the side of the street closest to the road, and insists on carrying your bags—even if they’re light.

Always incredibly respectful. He never oversteps boundaries, always asks for permission before initiating physical affection, and genuinely values your comfort above everything else.

Formal but endearing. At first, he calls you by your full name with so much respect, but the moment you introduce nicknames? He turns into a flustered mess. Eventually, he warms up to calling you “my love” or “darling” in the most affectionate tone.

Treats dates like an important mission. He plans everything in advance, makes dinner reservations, checks the weather beforehand, and ensures you have the best experience possible.

Goes out of his way to be reliable. If you ever need him, he drops everything to be there. No questions asked. I know what you’re thinking ‘Tenya wouldn’t bend rules or drop important things since he has a sense of responsibility’ but when your relationship begins to progress he truly does see you as his highest priority and nothing is a higher priority than you needing him.

The Extremely Devoted Boyfriend

When Iida loves, he loves with his whole heart. There’s no half-measure with him—you are his priority, his most important person.

Remembers EVERYTHING about you. Your favorite foods, allergies, random childhood memories you mentioned once—he logs it all into his mental database and surprises you with how much he remembers.

Supports your goals like it’s his own mission. No matter what you want to achieve, he’s your biggest fan and will encourage you every step of the way.

Tries to improve himself for you. If you ever mention something you like in a partner, he immediately takes notes and works on it.

The Affectionate, Yet Flustered Boyfriend

Loves physical affection but is super flustered about it at first. The first time you hold his hand? His glasses fog up from how hot his face gets.

Blushes ridiculously easily. You can whisper something sweet in his ear, and he’s done for—completely malfunctioning.

Despite his initial shyness, he LOVES holding you. Cuddling? He’s wrapping you in the warmest, most secure hug ever.

Surprisingly loves subtle PDA. At first, he says something like, “Public displays of affection should be kept minimal to maintain decorum!” But within a few weeks? He’s holding your hand everywhere, kissing your forehead, and pulling you close instinctively.

Loves forehead and temple kisses. It’s his way of showing care, love, and reassurance.

The Overthinking but Well-Meaning Boyfriend

Worries about you constantly. If you so much as sneeze, he’s already searching for symptoms and proper treatments.

Overthinks everything. “Did I text them too much today? Am I being a burden? Do they need space?” He’ll run through a hundred scenarios in his head before making a move.

Apologizes way too much for small things. If he even thinks he’s upset you, he’ll write out a full apology speech and rehearse it before talking to you.

Gets extremely serious about anniversaries and special occasions. He plans surprises in advance, ensures everything is perfect, and makes you feel like royalty on your special day.

Takes feedback very seriously. If you ever tell him you like something—like cuddling more, getting more compliments, etc.—he takes it to heart and improves immediately.

The Protective, Jealous Side (But in a Respectful Way)

Iida doesn’t get possessively jealous, but he does get protective. If someone is flirting with you, he won’t start a fight, but he’ll straighten his posture, adjust his glasses, and step closer to you with a firm, gentlemanly presence.

If someone makes you uncomfortable, his voice drops into something deeper and more commanding. "I believe you have overstayed your welcome." That’s all it takes to make the other person immediately back off.

If you flirt with someone else jokingly to tease him? He immediately goes into a dramatic lecture.

"Darling! Flirting with others is an inappropriate display of affection, and I must insist that you refrain—"

(He stops mid-sentence when you giggle and say, "Relax, I was just teasing you.")

He turns bright red and clears his throat awkwardly. "Ah, I see. I suppose… I was overreacting. My apologies, my love."

The Surprisingly Romantic Side

He may be logical, but he is also incredibly romantic. His love isn’t flashy, but it’s meaningful, deep, and full of devotion.

Sends you the sweetest good morning and goodnight messages. They’re formal but so full of love.

“Good morning, my love! I hope you slept well and that today brings you nothing but success and joy.”

“Goodnight, my darling. May you have the sweetest dreams, and rest well knowing that I cherish you.”

Plans elegant dates, but they always have a personal touch. If you love a certain type of music, he’ll find a place that plays it. If you love a specific dessert, he’ll make sure they serve it wherever you go.

Goes out of his way to make you feel special. If you’re stressed, he’ll bring you your favorite snacks, run a bath for you, and sit beside you in silence if that’s what you need.

Once he’s comfortable, he will whisper sweet things in your ear that make you WEAK.

"You are my most treasured person. I will always be by your side."

"You bring so much joy into my life. I can’t imagine a future without you."

The Best Parts of Dating Iida

Dating Iida means being loved in the most thoughtful, chivalrous way possible.

He is reliable, devoted, and treats you with so much respect and care that you always feel safe and cherished.

There is never any doubt in his love for you. He will always make sure you know exactly how much you mean to him.

His hugs are grounding. When he holds you, he makes you feel like nothing bad can ever happen.

If you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t move at all. He’ll sit there, perfectly still, just watching you sleep with the softest smile.

If you wear his glasses as a joke, he melts. He finds it SO cute but also blushes like crazy.

He never lets you forget how much he loves you. Whether it’s through his words, his actions, or the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his life—his love is constant, unwavering, and true.

Final Thoughts

Dating Tenya Iida is like being loved in the most devoted, heartfelt, and respectful way. He may be a little intense at times, overthink things, and get flustered easily, but he genuinely loves you with everything he has. He will always stand by your side, protect you, and support your dreams like they’re his own.No matter what, he will always, always choose you.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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what now

I’ve been on a block for like decades basically and this one is the most finished one out of all the wips… request are open! Maybe I’ll poop out a cover art or scene art for it :3 also working on like (my version of Iida) hc both sfw and nsfw

anywho

First I’d like to point out about the skirt that she is wearing is like a maxi skirt, not a short one

they’ve finally started dating! But now it’s a little awkward with the physical affection and don’t know how to bring it up…maybe a sleepover will help?

They both didn’t realize how much time had passed as they have been hanging out nearly all day. “Oh wow, look at the time!” she exclaimed, as she stared down at her phone.

“Oh, I suppose it is late.” Iida agreed, realizing the sky turned dark long ago. “I reckon it’s too late to go home at an hour like this…” he muttered. 

“It’s okay, I’ll ask Hunnie if-”

“Or.” Iida interrupted, “How about you spend the night.” he stated.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Nonsense! Besides, my parents enjoy your company, they don’t mind!” he exclaimed. “You can stay in my room, and I’ll stay in the living room,” he instructed. He looked at her–she began to fidget with her hand, her eyes darting around the room out of nervousness. She finally spoke up.

“Do you…have to?” she said in a soft shy voice. Her face was red, as she avoided eye contact from him.

“Zelda, are you insinuating that I stay here with you?!” his face is equally as red as hers. She nodded to confirm. He took a deep breath in, “Okay, do you…need anything?” he gently said. She shook her head,

“No, I can rest with what I have.” she stammered. 

“I’ll give you some privacy then, and I’ll be in the other room” he said with a tender voice before closing the door behind him. She sighed as he closed the door, this is the first time they spent the night together. Zelda feels bad for taking things slow, although they've known each other for years–the thought of anything else intimate made her a bit wary. She really likes him, this in itself will be a boundary she needs to overcome. An easy step, just falling asleep together…what could go wrong? She began to undress, she wore something simple–off the shoulder t-shirt, with a skirt. She removed her shirt, leaving her in a low cut rather short tank top, exposing both her stomach and sternum. She kept her skirt on, as she was the type to NOT wear shorts under. A soft knock was heard.

“Come in” she said softly, he peeked his head in before entering. He smiled a bit, as she shyly sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Are you comfortable sleeping in that?” he said with a smile referring to the skirt. 

“Y-yes! It's just…” her face flushed red, her hands folded on her lap. “I don’t…wear shorts…” her voice almost in a whisper. 

“I-I see.” he stuttered, “that's okay, do as you please on your comfort level!” he assured her. As much as he wanted to tell her, even beg her to take it off–but he has half a brain to keep it to himself. 

“I do feel comfortable removing them, I just don’t know if you would feel the same…”  she explained. 

YES YES YES he thought to himself, he cleared his throat. “Ye-yes! I am okay with it.” he stated. She gave a sweet smile before nodding, her thumbs hooking onto the elastic of the skirt slowly bringing it down. He tried not to watch, but inevitably failed as he tried to focus on the wall, but his eyes kept wandering back. He didn’t know whether it was okay to look or not. He took a seat on the bed as he removed his glasses, setting them on the nightstand, turning the light off in the process. The moonlight came in enough to light up the room. He pulled the cover back, scooting in to lay down. She stood by the bed, extremely nervous for being so close to him. But she finally followed suit. Both flat-backed staring up at the ceiling, she looked over to him, “I’m sorry, I am just really nervous” she laughed out a bit, he couldn’t help, but to smile as well. 

“I’m glad it isn’t just me” he said as he turned to look at her, both now on their sides to look at one another. His eyes lingered on her lips for a bit. 

“Tenya, I’m happy that you want to spend the night together…” she said in a whisper. Her hand reached for his to hold it. His grip tightened.

“Me too, Zelda.” his tone matching hers. He brought himself closer to her, his arm wrapping around her bringing her into an embrace. She smiled as she felt comfort in his warmth. They continued to converse about sweet nothings, family, newest hobby, friends. The night ended with them drifting off to sleep with her as a little spoon. And his arm around her holding her close to him.

She didn’t realize when they fell asleep, but when she woke it was still dark out. It’s a habit to wake up, and to shift positions. Iida’s arm wrapped tightly around her, his breath heavy on her nape. Then thrust.

Her eyes widened as she felt something hard push against her backside. A hand gripping onto her side, it didn’t take long to realize it was Iida grinding against her in his sleep. She was frozen and unsure what to do, his heavy panting and his intermittent grunts by her ear made her blush. She felt guilty for feeling her core ache as he continued. I wonder what he is dreaming about…

She thought to herself, but the more she thought about it the more embarrassed she got, and surely he would too…

Her hand moved to loosen his grip, slowly pulling her body away from his–shifting herself to sit up. Her finger poking his shoulder, “Tenya…” she said in a whisper. Her palm and fingers gripped onto his shoulder, as she gently nudged him a bit more. His eyes fluttered open, he hummed. Looking up to see Zelda looking down at him, her hand reached out still on his shoulder. 

“Is everything okay?” he muttered, her face turned red. 

“Well yes, but…” she turned to look away from him, her finger pointing. His eyes followed to where she was pointing, Iida’s head began to look down now realizing his…problem. His face turned red, as he was quick to sit up grabbing onto a pillow to cover his lower region. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want you to get embarrassed! Especially if you…finished.” she said rather quickly. 

“No. I apologize, Zelda. You must feel so disgusted by something so perverse!” he said with haste. She shook her head at this statement. 

“N-no!” she said in a cautious voice, she moved closer to him. Her hand was holding onto his wrist. She took a deep breath in, “I was wondering…what were you thinking of?” her face red as she looked down out of embarrassment.

“I-I.” he paused, as he began to stumble over his words. “You. Us. Together.” he blurted. 

“What were we doing…?” 

“Zelda, you don’t have to ask those kind of questions”

“But I want to know.”

“You do? You don’t think it's perverted?”

“No, I just…” she paused, debating on whether or not to out herself–but it would make the situation better, he would feel less alone. 

“Just what?”

“I really like you, and I think about you sometimes…in that way.” she said shyly. “And I’ve been wondering, if you do too. So I want to know–what were you dreaming?” she admitted. He shifted a bit awkwardly, turning his head away so as to not look at her. He already felt shameful for admitting his lustful thoughts about her, but him going into detail about it made him feel…

A bit relieved. It took a while to muster the courage to talk but finally, he began to speak. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his hand.

“I was on top of you, with me between your legs. We were kissing, and you…” he paused, feeling himself get more excited as he thought about it. 

“And I, what?” she urged him to continue.

“You kept pressing yourself against me, your hands touching me in a way that excited me” he confessed. She shifted herself to move closer to him, her fingers tracing the pillow. It grew quiet, as he watched her hand move closer to his.

“Can I feel it?” she muttered.

“What!?” he exclaimed, his face turning redder as he stared at her. “You want t-to..?!” (it being his penits) he couldn’t even finish his sentence as he heard her request. She nodded her head to confirm, he looked at her a moment longer as he clenched onto the pillow. Her face soft, her expression sweet and gentle…curious.

 Slowly, his hand began easing off the pillow. She removed it from his lap. She looked down at the prominent outline. Her small hand placed on his thigh, her light touches made him shiver as she slowly inched closer to feel his clothed length. He twitched, as her hand began to move against it. His pelvis gently jerked up against her hand as she continued. She looked up at him, and he was focused on her hand. His breathing is getting heavy once again. 

“Can you tell me more…” she whispered as she looked up at him under her eyelashes. He bit his lip, and gave a nod.

“you…I’ve been thinking about you everyday. Wanting to hear you, wanting to see your naked body. Wanting to feel you against me. Wanting to kiss you more explicitly” he gulped, “and today…I wanted to touch you inappropriately. For my hands to touch every part of your body, and my lips to do the same.”

“Kiss me how?” she said with a tilted head. He brought himself closer to her, her lips lingered for a second before placing them onto his. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, as she began to straddle his thigh. He eagerly kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist. Leading her to lay on the bed, instinctively she spread her legs allowing him to position his groin against hers. Slowly he began to roll his hips against her clothed heat. She let out a gentle moan against his lips. He couldn’t help but to relish in the noises she made. He longed to hear her in such a erotic manner.

 She parted from the kiss to focus on her hips moving against his hardened length. Her arms holding him close to her body as she erotically breathed against his ear. He shut his eyes as he continued, he’d let out a soft groan with every thrust he made against her. Her hands reached under his shirt to feel his back, the way his back muscles flexed as he moved his arms to push her harder against him. He couldn’t believe this was happening, at this point he wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming—but the way he could feel her heat against his, and her light touches on his skin made him realize, she was indeed in all real.

Happy Birthday, Park Sung-Hoon!

40!

reluctant (not really) kisses

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Silly boys holdin' hands (✿◡‿◡)✨ Fanart of a scene from Ikira's fanfic: The Setting Sun Above It All