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Midoriya Izuku was wary of being touched by other people. He wasn’t always like that, as he welcomed every embrace that his mother offered him even now in his late teens when other boys his age would be embarrassed. But he flinched or tensed up whenever a person got too close after enduring years of torment from Bakugo and other childhood bullies, and then again during his training at U.A., where letting his guard down meant getting knocked unconscious at best and being killed by a villain at worst. Even All Might had trouble getting Midoriya to relax at first whenever the Symbol of Peace placed a well-meaning hand on top of his head and ruffled his unruly hair as a way of signifying a job well done.
Suffice to say, Midoriya was very well aware of when people were touching him.
Which is why he noticed immediately when Uraraka Ochako started doing it.
She rested her hand on his shoulder or forearm to get his attention and pulled it away the instant he turned to look at her. Completely harmless, right? Then that hand seemed to linger when they were far into their conversation to the point where he felt the warmth from her body heat seeping through the fabric of his school uniform. Midoriya became light-headed from holding his breath while he waited for her to pull back, which was steadily becoming longer and longer each time. Luckily, Aizawa would eventually enter the classroom, ordering everyone to settle down, or they’d move onto their next training session, and Midoriya could take a proper inhale again.
It was nothing major though. Uraraka was his friend and all of the girls were fairly touchy-feely with one another. He knew she meant no harm by the gesture and tried his best to not overthink what it meant.
Then the next time they talked, Uraraka rested her hand directly on his so there was skin-to-skin contact. The way Midoriya’s whole body hardened would have impressed Kirishima yet Uraraka continued as if her friend hadn’t turned into a human statue. Midoriya tried schooling his features into a neutral expression to match hers, but that became difficult as Uraraka unconsciously rubbed her fingers over the scars on his hand. Her soft paddings brushed against the roughness of his skin, the contrast sending spine-tingling sensations over his body, and Midoriya found himself imitating Bakugo’s quirk next as he was sweating buckets from the prolonged contact.
If the excessive sweating didn’t alert Uraraka, Midoriya’s eyes bulging out of their sockets as he wordlessly stared at their overlapping hands sure did it.
Uraraka yanked her hand away, sheepishly rubbing the back of her head. “Oh, oops! You okay, Deku?”
Midoriya took a shaky breath and clasped his hands behind his back, massaging his scars in the hopes that he could erase the feeling of her fingers over his skin, and, in turn, the way it made his chest constrict as a result. He felt a blush creeping up his neck and up to the roots of his hair as he looked every where but her face.
“Y-Yeah,” he squeaked, cursing how his voice went up an octave. “Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”
Everything was not fine as Midoriya sat in the common room with his textbooks and worksheets scattered over the table, clicking his mechanical pencil over and over again until the lead came out and continued clicking it some more.
Ectoplasm’s math class was as difficult as ever and Midoriya needed every last bit of help he could receive. Iida Tenya was still #2 in terms of pure academics and was more than happy to provide a tutoring session. The class rep’s eagerness to help out a fellow student/friend was not only appreciated by Midoriya, but Todoroki Shouto as well.
“You’re studying with us today, Todoroki?” Midoriya asked when he first arrived, scooting over to give the fire-and-ice user some space.
Todoroki sat down and retrieved his own studying material. “Yes, Yaoyorozu usually helps me but she informed me she had a “girls’ night’,” he said, the term completely foreign to him. “I didn’t want to get in the way of her fun and Iida said I could join you two. I hope you don’t mind.”
Midoriya shook his head as Iida gesticulated wildly. “No, of course not! When one person falls behind, our entire class falls behind too. You’re more than welcome to join us any time.”
The three of them worked on number theory with laser-focus until the sounds of approaching footsteps, gossiping, and laughter interrupted their studies. The girls of 3-A entered the common room, dressed in their comfiest, frilliest PJs, heading straight to the shared kitchen area.
“Hope we’re not distracting you,” said Hagakure Toru in a sing-song voice, who was wearing a sheet mask that showed the briefest outline of her face. Looking at the placement of the eyeholes on the mask was the closest thing to maintaining eye contact with Hagakure that anyone has ever done. “We’re just going to grab some snacks and be on our way~!”
At that very second, Jirou tore open a bag of M&Ms and the chocolates rolled every which way. “Or not.”
The girls rushed to clean up the mess, assuring the boys they didn’t need their help when Iida stood up. Uraraka caught Midoriya’s eye during the shuffle and smiled, waving at him. Midoriya resisted the urge to duck his head from the sight of her pink finger pads and the ensuing memories (and sensations) they brought on, and managed to smile back, pointing at his worksheet to indicate that he had to get back to work.
It was clear that the girls would be there for a while as they waited for their microwave popcorn and bickered over which snacks they wanted to eat, but they kept their voices relatively low out of consideration for the boys’ study session. That wasn’t the distracting part. What was distracting was how Uraraka was bent over, elbows resting on the kitchen island, with her backside perfectly aligning itself with Midoriya’s line of vision.
Iida and Todoroki didn’t seem to notice as they pored over their work, but they were sitting adjacent to Midoriya. The first thing they’d see was each other if they were to look up, whereas he had a clear view of her with his seat at the head of the table.
And what a view...
Bakugo didn’t call her Round Face for nothing. Uraraka was as round and soft as could be, which apparently also applied to her backside. The shorts on their own weren’t provocative by any stretch of the imagination, but Midoriya couldn’t help staring at the way the fabric clung to and accentuated her every curve. His fingers clenched as his eyes roamed over her body, reasoning with himself that it was the cotton fabric of her shorts that he wanted to feel and not –!
Ashido made some comment about the movie they were about to watch in Tsu’s room and all of the girls laughed. Uraraka doubled over, the movement making her back arch even further. And did her shorts just ride up?
Midoriya nearly smashed his forehead against the tabletop to avoid confirming his suspicions.
“Are you also having problems with #32?” asked Todoroki. “You’re so focused on that equation.”
“Nope, just stretching out my neck.” He rolled his head around in slow circles to give his excuse some credence, coming to an abrupt stop when his eyes settled on Uraraka again. Or at least a certain body part of hers.
Was I always this… objectifying? He thought in horror, arms encircling his head as he wondered if Mineta and Kaminari were finally getting to him. Midoriya subconsciously clicked his lead pencil as he ruminated over those implications.
The girls were too far away and engrossed with their conversation to hear it while Todoroki was finally able to solve the the problem that was plaguing him for the last five minutes to notice. However, the endless clicking drew Iida’s attention, who was about to ask Midoriya to be more mindful of others, when he realized his classmate wasn’t even focusing on his school work! The boy’s cheeks were flushed and Iida would have asked if he was feeling sick if it weren’t for that glazed over expression on his face that Mineta usually sported. Turning in his seat to see what kept Midoriya in such a trance, Iida’s mouth dropped and his face turned a deep shade of pink that rivaled Ashido’s colouring when his eyes landed squarely on Uraraka’s exposed backside.
Midoriya’s mind was so scrambled from mathematics and Uraraka’s full figure that it wasn’t until Iida whipped his head back to him, with such ferocity that the class rep’s neck snapped, that Midorya realized he’d just been caught ogling their mutual friend.
There was a brief moment as the two teenage boys stared one another down, the tension palpable. Based on the angry vein popping out of the class rep’s forehead and the tell-tale twitch of his jaw, Midoriya gulped as he anticipated the harsh reprimand Tenya was revving up for. Midoriya could practically hear the class rep’s voice in his head as he scolded Midoriya in regards to his “gross misconduct” and “violation of Uraraka’s trust”.
Not wanting to be outed, Midoriya beat him to the punch just as Iida took a breath to begin his tirade.
“I’M GOING TO MY ROOM!” He shouted, slamming his hands down on the table, and stood up so fast that his seat fell back with a noticeable thud! against the hardwood floor.
Sound leached out of the room as all eyes were on Midoriya. No one dared to make a move lest they set him off any further.
“Midoriya?” Todoroki’s voice broke through the silence, watching how hard the boy’s chest rose and fell with each breath.
“Deku,” Uraraka said quietly. “We were about to leave. You don’t have to go because of us.”
Midoriya opened his eyes long enough to see that she was facing him now and felt a pang of guilt as her brows furrowed in worry. The other girls were just as concerned as Yaoyorozu daintily held a hand to her ample chest, Jirou’s earphone jacks twisted uneasily around one another, Tsu and Ashido held onto each other, and the weight of Hagakure’s stare bore into him through the eyeholes of her sheet mask.
“No, it’s okay,” he finally replied, gathering his belongings. “I’m just tired. I’m heading upstairs and going to take a rest. Sorry for disturbing you.”
He bowed his head and was ashamed to admit that he might have activated One-for-All to get away from everyone that much quicker.
Thankfully, no one mentioned Midoriya’s outburst again.
In Todoroki-like fashion, he treated it like it never occurred while Iida loudly proclaimed his less-than subtle advice of, “It’s alright. But I suggest you reign in your emotions and keep focused on things that truly matter or else people’s feelings could be hurt.”
With that in mind, Midoriya later approached the girls and apologized for potentially ruining their night. They promised him that their movie night wasn’t impacted in any way and everyone was happy to move on without any hard feelings. Uraraka kept sending him pointed looks, as if she wanted to speak with him privately, but Midoriya exited the group and figured he’d talk to her later. It was unsettling how often his thoughts led back to her and he didn’t want her inquiring about the real reasons behind his strange behaviour.
Especially not when Aoyama Yuga’s birthday celebration was in full swing.
The common room of their shared dormitory had never been shinier. Aoyama was always a flashy guy and Hagakure, Ashido, and Yaoyorozu made sure the room reflected – no pun intended! – his tastes. There wasn’t a single surface that didn’t shine or twinkle, which meant it was close to impossible for them to take a group picture. The flash nearly blinded them all.
“Can we hurry this the hell up, Raccoon Eyes?!” Bakugo thought he was doing everyone a favour when he agreed to wear the stupid, glittery party hat that damn Kaminari placed on his head even though it rained glitter into his eyelashes every time he moved. “I got other things to do, y’know!”
“Oh come on, don’t be rude!” Ashido adjusted the camera as she spoke. “I think if the camera is angled in this direction and everyone is as close as possible, the reflection shouldn’t be as bad. Now squeeze together!”
There was grumbling as everyone shifted around. Kirishima took his opportunity to dramatically drape himself across the laps of Bakugo, Sero, and Kaminari and then playfully winked at Ashido as he patted the open spot where she would sit (and where his head would rest). “Come on, the picture won’t be the same without you!”
“Screw you, Shitty Hair! Get your feet off of me.”
“Why Bakubro, why didn’t you tell me sooner that you were jealous?” Kirishima performed some crazy gymnastics so he was lying in the opposite direction with his head in Bakugo’s lap instead. “This better for ya?”
Midoriya laughed at his childhood friend’s grimace, though the bared teeth were more for show than a sign of genuine anger.
“Uraraka, you’re blocking Aoyama too much. It’s his birthday so he should be at the centre. You should crouch down some more or move to the side,” said Ashido, analyzing everyone through the camera lens.
“As if my twinkle can be stopped, mon cheri.”
Uraraka clucked her tongue. “I can’t move any further down unless I want my chin stuck to Mineta’s head.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t mind that.” Everyone, as per usual, ignored him.
“Then move to the side,” repeated Ashido. “There’s some room beside Deku.”
Everyone was a jumble of limbs as Uraraka disentangled herself and moved passed her classmates. Midoriya kept his eyes glued to the floor while she climbed over him and willed his racing heart to calm down when she accidentally brushed against him as she took her seat on the armrest to his right.
“How is this?”
“Closer,” said Ashido, before ordering around Koda and Shouji who were posed like they were about to bolt any moment.
“Sorry about this,” Uraraka said to Midoriya, unaware of how his side burned from where their bodies touched. She was basically sitting on top of him as the couch’s tiny armrest did little to support her. Not to mention everyone pushed to the right when Ashido mentioned there was room on Midoriya’s side so now he had even less space to claim.
“It’s alright. As long as you’re comfortable.” Midoriya was embarrassed about how proud he felt that his voice sounded somewhat casual. Uraraka was so close that her hair tickled his face, giving him a whiff of the floral-scented shampoo she used.
Ashido announced that they could finally take the picture and jumped to fill her spot in a hurry before the timer could go off. Everyone shifted around again to accommodate her, causing Uraraka to slip off the armrest and land directly into Midoriya’s lap.
This was way more contact than a simple touching of hands and way more than a view of her behind when she was right on top of him. His mind was going into maximum overdrive as she continued to fidget. She shifted nervously, trying to distribute her weight into her feet so she didn’t crush him, and leaned to the side so he’d be visible to the camera. However, those movements only grounded her bottom further against him.
Midoriya bit back a whimper and she took that as a cue to move around more, trying to discover a better position that wouldn’t bother him.
She quickly glanced at him from over her shoulder. “That better?”
He didn’t have time to reply as Dark Shadow, of all things, verbalized what everyone was thinking, “Why isn’t the camera going off?” Sure enough, the timer was still ticking away.
“Ashido, how long did you set the timer for?” asked Ojiro through clenched teeth as he did his best to tuck in his ginormous tail.
“Obviously too damn long,” growled Bakugo.
Class 3-A strained to keep their smiles in position, yet no one was having a harder time than Midoriya.
He graduated from ogling Uraraka’s impressive backside to having it touch his most sensitive parts and he wasn’t able to enjoy any of it. The situation he was in was the exact opposite of enjoyable! The fact that she was still squirming didn’t help, his hands flying up to her hips to firmly hold her in place, fingers clenched tightly around the belt loops on her skirt. It served a dual purpose of keeping her right where he wanted her, which was already so, so satisfying, while stopping her from causing any… unwanted reactions, something that was becoming dangerously close to happening.
Uraraka stilled at the contact, finally getting the hint to stop moving.
Just smile through it. The Symbol of Peace cannot be daunted by evil. I smile to show the pressures of heroes and to trick the fear inside of me, thought Midoriya, recalling one of the earliest lessons All Might taught him.
Avoiding unwanted boners from accidental dry-humping wasn’t exactly the evil All Might had in mind when he imparted that quote to Midoriya, but he was taking the advice to heart nonetheless.
Ten painful seconds later, in which his legs trembled from the effort of keeping his demeanor together, the camera finally went off and everyone sighed in relief after Ashido announced that the picture came out perfectly. Class 3-A promptly separated, never wanting to be that up and personal with one another again.
Uraraka couldn’t jump off of Midoriya any faster, giving him enough time to grab a pillow to cover his front, a classic move that every boy learned some time or another.
She spun around to face him, a total loss for words, with rosier cheeks than usual. “Deku, I –”
“Uraraka!” Sato called, completely unaware of the situation he was walking into. He cupped his hand around his mouth to whisper to her, “I need the use of your quirk. I overdid it with my tower of croquembouche and now it’s too delicate for me to carry when we surprise Aoyama with it.”
Midoriya took that opportunity to leave while she was preoccupied.
“Deku, wait!” He turned to see her reaching for him with an outstretched hand. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
He clutched the pillow tighter against him. “Now’s not a good time. I’ll talk to you later, promise!”
Midoriya dodged Iida’s suspicious looks from where the class rep sat on the now deserted couch, sidestepped Aoyama when he offered him a piece of Pont-l'Évêque cheese with a twirl by the food station, and even raced passed Bakugo up the stairs when the blonde deemed the party a waste of his time.
Bakugo shoved his hands into his pockets and slouched forward. “Holy shit, what set his ass on fire?”
Midoriya slumped over his desk, staring lifelessly at his assortment of All Might figures. How could he master One-for-All when spending time with one of his friends was besting him? He doubted All Might experienced such a predicament, or at least not so ineptly when the Symbol of Peace seemed to be naturally gifted at everything, and he was mortified at the idea of the vestiges lining up to give him pointers.
He must be the most pathetic carrier of One-for-All to date.
A knock at the door caught his attention and he slowly rose up to answer it.
“I’m coming,” he said.
Opening the door, his shoulders shot up to his ears when he saw the visitor was Uraraka. To think they were both around the same height when they first enrolled at U.A. and now he was more than a head taller. Although he didn’t feel like the growth spurt made much of a difference when gazing back at her big, doe eyes shrunk him down to size.
“Oh, Uraraka,” he said, stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind him. With everything going on, the last place they should be was his bedroom. “You’re not enjoying yourself at the party?”
Uraraka gave a small shrug. “The party’s fun. I mean, five different people ended up gifting Aoyama disco balls and we’ll probably be chipping away at Sato’s croquembouche for days. Then it was a little touch and go for a bit because, apparently, of all the reflectors were creating a glare that was blinding people who were walking by our building this entire time. Aizawa stopped by to tell us to tone down the decorations.”
Midoriya let out a laugh. “I hope Aoyama wasn’t too disappointed.”
“Not the slightest. I’m pretty sure he took the decorations back to his room,” she laughed, the corners of her mouth suddenly lowering. “But in all honesty, I came up here because I wanted to check up on you. You’ve been acting so strangely and I wanted to talk to you for a while so killing two birds with one stone, right?”
Midoriya ducked his head with a wince. “You don’t have to worry, really.”
“You’re doing it again,” she said harshly, prompting him to look up, and Midoriya balked from her fiery gaze. “That self-sacrificial thing where you bury your feelings for the good of others.”
“I know I’ve been a little off,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear there’s nothing serious going on. Nothing even minuscule going on! I can’t explain at the moment, but I don’t want you to take it personally even though you inadvertently are involved…”
Uraraka blinked, that last statement catching her off-guard.
He waved his hands about as if he could physically dispel his words. “Oh no! I shouldn’t have said that. Ignore that last part. Trust me, it’s definitely a ‘it’s not you, it’s me problem’ and I never want you to think you’re some sort of bother to me. I care about you very much and you know what you mean to me. I guess I’ve been focusing so much on the advancement of my quirk that I’ve forgotten about other important aspects too like the other people around me. Better late than never, but I…”
He went off. The words were leaving his mouth faster than his brain could compute and he was verbally digging himself into a deeper hole with each sentence, but he just. Could. Not. Stop. Talking. The longer Uraraka stood there with that unreadable expression, the more desperate he was to explain himself without actually having to explain himself.
Meanwhile, all Uraraka heard was mutter mutter mutter “I care about you” mutter mutter mutter “you know what you mean to me” while she stared at him as he floundered, taking him in. He was tall. Much taller than when they first met. Broad-shouldered too, the fabric of his t-shirt stretching across his chest and showcasing his impressive muscles, even if he did have the habit of hunching them whenever he was feeling self-conscious, which seemed less and less nowadays. He still had his quirks, and she didn’t mean One-for-All. The hero course only strengthened his kind, caring nature and, of course, he still muttered endlessly like he was doing now (with one scarred finger pressed tantalizingly, she noted, against his bottom lip).
He was just so Deku and that it was enough to give her the courage she needed to do something she should have down ages ago.
“…so really, you have nothing to worry about. Oh, I apologize for talking so much when you wanted to talk to me about something, Uraraka. What did you want to – ?”
Uraraka grabbed him by the collar to pull him into a kiss. Their mouths smashed together awkwardly since Midoriya was mid-sentence, the unexpected kiss causing him to stumble painfully against his door.
She pulled back long enough to say, “I like you” and ignored the shocked expression on his face before she could read too much into it and lose her resolve. Activating her quirk, she floated up to match his height, and leaned forward to kiss him again, wondering if she was humiliating herself in front of the future number one hero.
All of her fears were alleviated when he met her halfway to kiss her back. Gentler this time, and less clumsy and awkward since they were both prepared for it this time around. His his lips moved hesitantly to mimic her movements, but Uraraka was satisfied with the fact that he was reciprocating.
For all of the passion and spontaneity of the kiss, it was still rather chaste, but based on the breaths blowing against her face, Uraraka thought she’d give Midoriya a break before he started hyperventilating. Although she couldn’t help teasing him by placing a kiss against the cluster of freckles on his cheek before kissing the outline of his jaw and slowly trailing down his neck. She’d been repressing her feelings for him for approximately three years and didn’t want the fantasy to end yet.
“Uraraka!” He gasped when she hit a particular spot on his neck that made his whole body stiffen from contact and sent a wave of heat down his stomach that pooled in between his legs.
“Hmm?” She sounded innocent, like she didn’t know the effect she had on him, yet the careful attention she paid to that sensitive spot along his neck by kissing and lightly sucking on it said otherwise. He hissed, grabbing her close with one hand and using the other to brace himself against the door.
Wait, the door? That’s when the rational part of Midoriya’s brain kicked in, the part that wasn’t currently turning to mush, registering that they were outside. Any one of their classmates could enter the hallway and witness their little peepshow.
Midoriya blindly grasped for the doorknob and struggled to turn it when Uraraka captured his lips against her own again.
They both fell back. Uraraka somersaulted through the air into his room while he landed gracelessly against the wall as the door swung open, his hand clasped around the door knob with a death grip.
Midoriya scrambled to his feet to shut and lock the door, turning around to see Uraraka deactivating her zero gravity and lowering herself to the ground angelically.
A beat of silence passed as they regarded each other, wondering where to go from here.
“So,” she said shyly, nudging the toes of her slippers into the floor, “where were we?”
The look of determination that suddenly overtook his face sent a rush of excitement through her and she wondered if she was in over her head by trying to act so sexy and confident when she had as minimal experience as Midoriya. But that expression was one she saw on him whenever he set his mind on saving someone, or how he was going to tackle his next goal, and a shiver went through her as she contemplated how exactly he was going to use all of that undivided attention on her. Deku never disappointed when he put his all into something.
Uraraka’s breath hitched as he approached her in quick, decisive strides… only to deflate when he walked passed her, heading straight to his collection of All Might figures to rearrange them.
“Um, Deku? What are you doing?”
“I don’t want him watching,” he said, then cringed when he scanned his room and half a dozen All Mights stared back at him from the posters on his walls. That’s when Uraraka understood that Midoriya wasn’t rearranging his All Might action figures. He was turning them around.
Uraraka’s shoulders shook from the force of withholding her laugh until she sputtered. “Deku, I’m sure All Might has seen and done it all.”
“Less than you’d think,” he replied, before covering his mouth with both hands. “You can’t repeat any of that,” he said, words muffled.
“Wait, what?”
He lowered his hands to his chest, twiddling his fingers. “All Might was, well, popular during the rise and height of his fame, but apparently the Hero Association didn’t want the Symbol of Peace to ‘hoe around’. Bad optics, y’know? So he had to be pretty selective. Then the job kind of got in the way altogether.”
Uraraka laughed hard at hearing sweet ole Deku saying something like ‘hoe around’ even if he was merely quoting someone else.
“That makes sense.” She took a couple of tentative steps towards him. “Is that what’s going to happen to you too?”
“Um, I hope not. I mean, not the hoeing around part. But, y’know, the kissing and other stuff… with you?”
Uraraka bit her lip to mask her grin. She took a calming breath to relax her jittery nerves and she feigned an air of ignorance. “Oh, what do you mean?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat as she watched him sizing her up, and wondered what she looked like from his point of view. With lightening speed, she didn’t have to ponder for long as he whisked her up by the hips, a move she discovered that she liked very much, to place her on his work desk and kissed her. It started off sweet and chaste, him cradling her face tenderly while she was too shy to touch him at all as she was propped up on his desk. But the kiss quickly grew fiercer the more they continued and found a rhythm that worked best for them both. Uraraka felt her thighs opening up on their own to invite him in and they were firmly pressed against one another as he took the initiative to suckle on her neck and nip at her collar bone, causing her to grip him tighter. The sensation caused her to writhe, gasping at how he was such a quick learner much to her benefit.
Without much goading on her part, Midoriya slowly slid down one of his hands and rested it on her breast, experimentally squeezing and massaging it.
“Deku,” she sighed.
“Do you think you could call me Izuku?” he asked between breaths. “And I’ll call you Ochako.”
How was this, out of everything they’ve done so far, albeit it wasn’t much, the thing that was turning her on the most?
“Only if you hold me down by my hips again.” She just managed to tack on an “Izuku” at the end of her sentence when a faint gasp escaped her lips after he obeyed and tugged her even closer. His mouth formed a small o-shape when the close proximity and her rocking against him finally incurred his own arousal. “God, I was dying when you did that while the picture was being taken.”
Midoriya’s laugh came out strangled as he was overcome with so, so much stimuli that he wasn’t accustomed to. “Yes, I understand completely.”
He buried his face into the crook of her neck and shuddered when the hardness between his legs hit its peak.
Uraraka forced her hips to slow down to a gentle rocking motion until she was at a standstill. Catching her breath, she ran her fingers through his hair in a soothing manner. “Izuku, what’s wrong?”
“This is a lot,” he confessed, breath tickling her hot skin. “How far did you want to go exactly?”
“Um… I actually didn’t think of that. Now that you mention it, we probably shouldn’t get too carried away.”
He raised his head to rest their foreheads together, eyes looking bright. “I agree. This was really, really nice though. Thanks.”
She giggled. “You don’t have to thank me, you dork. But do you want to do something about your situation?” She waved a hand in the general direction of his crotch. “I mean, isn’t it bad if I keep getting you excited only to leave it alone?”
“Actually, I think I have a solution that can benefit both of us if you feel up to it.” He retreated, urging her to hop off his desk. The instant her feet touched the ground, he whirled her around and bent her over the desk. His hands palmed each one of her cheeks, strong fingers digging deliciously into her flesh, and she bit back a moan as she discovered she really liked that move, even more so than the last one. He slid his hands upwards to grasp her hips again and possessively tugged her back into him. She trembled at the sensation of that body part pressing up to her, the fabric of her tights and skirt seeming non-existent in the moment.
“This is already so much better than before,” he said, taking a tentative roll of his hips before he found a steady pace that pleased him.
Uraraka’s was almost happy she was turned the other way as her face was beet red. The heat was building in between her hips at the thought that they could be doing this again, potentially without clothes, and her breathing became as erratic as Midoriya’s, his panting the only audible sound in the room.
That was until Aizawa Shota kicked open the door so hard it came off its hinges, his hair and steel-wire binding cloth flying around wildly as he angrily took in the (unwanted and scarring) sight of two of his pupils humping away like rabbits. He resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose to ward off the impending headache, but knew it was going to occur anyway because, seriously, what the hell?
Aizawa did not get paid enough for this.
“Whoa! Way to go plus ultra, you guys!” cried Kaminari and Sero followed up with a wolf whistle.
A small crowd formed outside of Midorya’s room and everyone was elbowing each other to get a peak of the situation. A lot of murmuring, scandalized gasps, and the sound of a camera flash or two filled the halls while the guilty couple parted.
Midoriya found himself encased in the dreaded scarf, held at a hair width’s distance away from his former homeroom teacher’s face. The boy no longer had to worry about his erection considering the intensity of his normally lax teacher’s glare had the intended effect of eliminating any boner he’d have for the rest of his teenage years.
“Problem child,” said Aizawa, the scarf tightening around Midoriya’s throat. “I understand you want to make a problem child, huh?”
Midoriya frantically shook his head.
“You’d think a pro hero would know that that position wouldn’t get anyone pregnant,” snorted Mineta and that was enough to trigger Aizawa’s thinning patience. He ordered everyone to evacuate the area immediately unless they wanted to get expelled a mere few weeks before they were intended to graduate. The crowd quickly dispersed, not wanting to jeopardize the jobs with the respected hero agencies that recruited them, allowing Aizawa to readdress the shamefaced teenagers cowering before him.
Uraraka straightened her skirt and tucked her blouse back in, attempting to calm down her teacher. “Please, Mr. Aizawa, this is all a –”
“Don’t you start,” he said, pointing a finger at her. “It takes two to tango so you’re also at fault, Uraraka. I want both of you to follow me to the principal’s office now.”
It was decided that Midoriya and Uraraka were on cleaning duty for the rest of the school year and were barred from engaging in any extracurricular activities since, as Aizawa phrased it, they were “already engaged in other extracurricular activities” (he wasn’t particularly proud of that word play but used it nonetheless). Principal Nezu relented and said they could still attend the graduation ceremony and its corresponding senior grad party, but only that one event, on the condition that they weren’t allowed to be in the same room together without at least two chaperones.
“You two will be official pro-heroes soon and will have the freedom to do whatever or whomever you may desire. Even so, rules are rules and you must obey our code of conduct while you are still U.A. students.”
“Yes, Principal Nezu.”
“Sorry, Principal Nezu.”
Midoriya and Uraraka avoided eye contact as they were dismissed.
Midoriya walked robotically alongside All Might, who was called to escort him back to his room from Principal Nezu’s office, while Thirteen took Uraraka. The silence was unbearable, especially when he knew his mentor was dying to say something but wouldn’t come out with it.
As they finally reached his room, now sans door, All Might cleared his throat before shoving something into Midoriya’s pants pocket. Midoriya instantly made a grab for the item, never able to resist a gift from his idol, inspecting it as it sat neatly in the center of his palm. It was a condom with a picture of All Might’s muscle form printed on the foil with the caption of “I am here… to protect you!”
This was a type of All Might merch Midoriya Izuku didn’t even know he needed to collect.
“I’m never using this,” he stated, cradling the condom delicately.
“Young Midoriya, I highly recommend that you do so.” And All Might wandered off without another word.
Midoriya woke up the next morning extra early to start his cleaning duties. He worked from the top floor down and took his time in more secluded spaces. There was a tense moment when he was scrubbing the urinals and Tokoyami Fumikage entered the washroom. Fortunately, Tokoyami wasn’t the type of person to poke fun at someone so he gave Midoriya a nod of recognition before brushing his teeth and then promptly leaving.
Midoriya mentally prepared himself for the ridicule he was about to receive as he slowly made his way down the stairs to the common room, yet still blanched at the uproar when the boys of 3-A spotted him. They’d been waiting for him this entire time. There was a lot of finger-pointing, laughing, and another round of whistles thrown his way.
Kaminari slung his arm over Midoriya’s shoulders. “No wonder you left the party so fast! Willing to kiss and tell?”
“Clutching a pillow too, apparently,” said Sero. “You can keep it, Midoriya. We don’t know what you’ve done with it.”
“You two are officially the wallpaper on my phone.” Mineta held out his phone to show a slightly blurred image. Aizawa took up most of the frame, but Midoriya could still be seen hunched over Uraraka, both of their eyes wide like saucers and mouths hanging open from the trauma of being ambushed by their teacher.
Midoriya shrugged off Kaminari’s arm with a sigh and chose to ignore them, focusing on his task of sweeping the floors.
“Come on, men,” defended Iida, who swiped Mineta’s phone to delete the offending picture. “We are practically adults and should be acting as such. Midoriya here is serving out his punishment for his transgressions and I don’t think it’s fair if we made it worse. We should be mature about these matters if we want to call ourselves heroes.”
“Thanks Iida.” Midorya sent the class rep, but most importantly, one of his best friends, a grateful smile. Iida returned the smile and flashed a thumbs-up. Meanwhile, the boys wondered if they were being too hard on their victim.
Bakugo walked by the crowd to head to the gym, his threshold for dealing with loudmouthed extras having been exhausted long ago. Just as he neared Midoriya, he muttered, “I’m surprised you weren’t the bottom, you damn nerd.”
And that set them off all over again.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough. We can all leave Midoriya alone now,” said Kirishima, ever the peacemaker. He was all for a good-spirited ribbing, but knew when to draw a line so things never escalated to being cruel. They were starting to veer off into that territory and Kirishima got anxious, swearing he caught a glimpse of a shadowy wisp emerging from Midoriya’s hand while he clenched onto his broomstick.
Kirishima did not want to be on the receiving end of Midoriya’s Black Whip, thank you very much.
“Yeah, fine,” sighed Kaminari. He, Mineta, and Sero left for the cafeteria – satisfied they got all of their one-liners out of their system – and with the Bakusquad gone, there was no one else to make fun of Midoriya. The other boys also went their separate ways to… do whatever they normally did.
“No problemo,” responded Kirishima after Midoriya thanked him too. “Not very manly to kick someone down on their luck. How are you and Uraraka anyway? Had a chance to talk, or are the teachers monitoring everything?”
“Yes, I wanted to ask you about that too.” Iida adjusted his glasses, the glare on the lenses obscuring his eyes.
“Nothing to that extreme. It’s just typical stuff like we can’t be alone together. The teachers won’t even reinstall my door.” At that, Kirishima gave a low whistle while Iida stood with his arms crossed, nodding and agreeing somewhat with the logic behind that decision. “Anyway, I haven’t had a chance to talk to Ochako in-person. We messaged each other last night and came to the conclusion that we’re going to keep our distance for the time-being. You saw the reaction I got from the guys while I was alone. I couldn’t handle it if our class made things worse for her too.”
“How chivalrous,” commented Iida.
Kirishima wiped away a pretend tear. “That’s so sweet! But I wouldn’t overthink it. Jirou and Tsu will put Kaminari and Mineta in their place if they take things too far so you know they have Uraraka’s back. All the girls, really. Don’t tell Mina I said anything, but she let it slip that she and the other girls have been helping Uraraka get your attention for a while now. The girls going to the kitchen while Uraraka was in her flimsiest pajamas when you were studying? Planned. Mina telling Uraraka to sit beside you for the picture? All according to plan.”
“Whoa, really?” Midoriya felt his cheeks warming as he wrung his hands around the broomstick.
“Yeah, I told Mina that Uraraka should have just told you outright that she liked you, but you know Mina. She didn’t think that option was too fun.” Kirishima shook his head. “That picture was what actually tipped Aizawa off. Somehow he got a hold of the camera – I think someone wanted to show him the group pic – and then he saw how you two looked in the shot. He scanned the room, didn’t see the two of you at the party, and then put two and two together. The girls pulled out every trick in the book to distract him but,” he gestured to all the cleaning supplies Midoriya had with him, “you know how everything turned out.”
Midoriya’s mind was reeling as he was informed that all of the weird occurrences with Uraraka in the last few weeks were staged. However, one thing Kirishima mentioned stuck out to him.
“What do you mean how we looked in the picture? What did we look like?” His stomach dropped when Kirishima replied with a laugh and Iida walked off.
“We had to make some, let’s say, modifications when we printed it out.”
Iida returned with a framed photo of the group and angled it to Midoriya to give him a look. The picture seemed fine. In fact, they weren’t even in it! That’s when Iida removed the frame’s backing and pulled out the picture, unfolding a section that was tucked under.
The broomstick Midoriya held onto fell with a clatter as he lowered himself into a squat, covering his reddened face.
It was a lot to take in…
Everyone in the picture was cramped. Looking closely, the discomfort in some people’s smiles were clear as they struggled to sit comfortably with so many of their classmates’ body parts touching. Despite Kirishima lying across the other members of the Bakusquad, his pose was clearly for laughs while Uraraka was the only person sitting directly on someone’s lap. And she seemed to really enjoy it too if her half-lidded eyes and parted mouth didn’t give it away. Then there was Midoriya who was visibly sweaty and jittery in the picture, his eyes trained downward with a big, goofy smile at Uraraka’s backside as he held her against him.
Guess he took All Might’s advice about smiling through his hardships a little too well.
More importantly, how the hell did Ashido approve of the picture instead of requesting that it be retaken? Or was that part of the next phase of her plan to push Midoriya and Uraraka together?
“Yes, so you can understand why Aizawa had his suspicions,” said Iida. He folded the picture again, effectively cropping out Midoriya and Uraraka, and went to put the framed photo back in its place on the mantel.
Kirishima crouched down to pat Midoriya on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, man. We can take another group photo at graduation. After a while, this will just be a funny story to laugh at.”
Midoriya finally lowered his hands, looking at his red-haired friend with a pout. “You know what the worst part of all this is? Everything happened so quickly between us that I never told Ochako that I liked her back when she confessed.”
Kirishima let out a hearty laugh. “Yeah man, I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you. You two were pretty intimate so she definitely knows how you feel.”
“That’s not the same. And it’s not exactly something I can say over text or over the phone. It has to be in-person.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Midoriya.” Iida returned. “There’s no need to be so glum. You only have a few weeks before your punishment is complete and then you and Uraraka can talk properly. You’ve been dancing around each other for three years. What’s another three weeks? Maybe this is the time you need to cool off and figure out how exactly you feel about her.”
“Speak of the devil.” Kirishima pointed at the window where Uraraka was collecting garbage on the front yard. Midoriya was assigned all of the domestic chores while she was assigned to all of the chores outside, alternating each day with the intention of keeping them in separate rooms.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she looked up in time to catch the three boys watching her. She smiled tightly at them and offered a small wave and Iida and Kirishima waved back even though they knew the smile was reserved solely for Midoriya. After offering his own wave, he watched her resume her chores.
“I think you’re right, Iida.” Midoriya stood up and carried on with his own work, a newfound surge of motivation spurring him on. “Now’s the perfect time to think of a way to express my feelings. And you two are going to help me come up with a clever way to do it.”