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Another one was down, and only five remained. Each was nervous about when it would be their turn. Unfortunately, they would see exactly who would be next, as they had combat training.
As they all changed in the guys' locker room, the five collectively sighed. The other guys who weren’t aware of their problem were concerned, as they were all acting a bit weird, more reserved to themselves than usual.
“What the hell is wrong with you all?” Mineta asked, knowing there was something wrong with them.
“Yeah, you all are acting a bit weird today,” Satou added. The other guys nodded their heads along to his statement.
“It’s nothing,” Sero said in his nonchalant manner, “we are just more focused today.”
The other four felt grateful for the explanation and nodded along, already dressed in their gym wear. The other guys shrugged it off, but Mineta was still suspicious as Kaminari and Iida both acted weirdly only after interacting with Izuku. Also, it wasn’t fair that his friend got to have body hotty Midoriya against him!!
I bet her boobs were super soft, and- Mineta started to daydream only to snap out of it as the other guys left him in the locker room.
“Hey, don’t just leave me behind!” he yells after them.
Everyone was out, ready to practice. They all began to stretch, as what they needed to do at this point had already been ingrained in them for three years. The only thing that changed was that the practice partners were always assigned, and the five were dreading who would be their partner for this session.
All Might, Yagi Toshinori, now in his daily form as his secret was already exposed a year ago, was in charge of the session today.
“Alright, everyone, let us get started! When I call your names, come to the front and place your hand in these different colored powders to show you’ve landed a hit. These are designed for this activity, so don’t worry about using your quirks. And give it your all! You’ll have 6 minutes to land one physical hit on your partner!” Toshinori said with enthusiasm.
“First up, Katsuki Bakugou and….,” Toshinori says dramatically, causing the young man to tense up, “Fumikage Tokoyami!”
Katsuki exhaled in relief, then had his signature smirk on his face, “Let's go, bird brain!”
As the class continued, Toshinori called everyone’s name dramatically when pairing them up. This freaked out the other four guys until they heard their partner's name. Each sighed in relief except one.
“Now I think I saved the best for last! Let’s have our two sunshines battle it out! My dear Izuku Midoriya and Eijirou Kirishima!!!” Toshinori said with great enthusiasm.
Kirishima froze in place for a second. Katsuki saw his smile falter since he was right next to him. He scowled in displeasure but couldn't say anything and looked away. He felt complicated as he thought maybe Kirishima’s crush would be Mina since he didn’t interact with her as much today. He felt complicated as his self-proclaimed best friend had now obviously shown him he was interested in the same girl as him, and he knew his feelings for her.
Kirishima didn’t look at his friend and said light-heartedly, "Wish me luck! Yeah, let's go!” with his usual sunshine grin.
“Hmm,” said Katsuki as he looked at his best friend’s back, walking towards the girl they both liked.
The other guys already knew that his crush on Izuku was apparent, but Katsuki was oblivious. Katsuki’s eyes were always on her, and he trusted his self-proclaimed best friend. Guess he knows now , Shouto thought cynically.
Kirishima approached the front, dipping his hand in green powder. Gee, green, how ironic, he thought. He then stood a few feet away from where Izuku (hands dipped in red powder) was already standing, practically vibrating with excitement as she was prepared to show off some new skills she had been practicing in front of her mentor.
Kirishima knew the best way to avoid being touched by Izuku was to be more defensive than offensive. As the buzzer sounded, he tried his best to avoid everything Izuku tried pulling, not using a single move on her, which everyone noticed. He got in a great position to touch her at one moment, but then he would move quickly away. This went on for the first five minutes. Each minute, everyone got antsier about the scene before them.
“What’s going on? Why isn't Kirishima using a single move against Izuku?” Mina asked her partner, Sero, as the ‘fight’ continued. She even noticed Kirishima had been looking at the time every once in a while.
“Hmm, I'm not sure,” Sero said in a lazy tone but with a small frown, “He might as well get it over with at this point.”
“You mean the fight, right? Or something else?” Uraraka said questioningly, as his tone of voice and face didn't match.
“...The fight,” Shouto says next to them with his brows furrowed.
Back at the fight, Izuku felt frustrated. She tried her best to hit him physically or touch him, but he would expertly avoid it. She was impressed but also (mostly) frustrated by his actions.
“Ugh!! Kirishima, fight me for real! We don’t have much time left!” Izuku says, yelling at him.
At this, he flinched slightly, and she took that moment to rush at him using blackwhip using one hand. As he stood his ground, instead of pulling him to her, she used it to draw herself to him, reaching out her hand. Panicking, he stumbles back, falling and, with the force, causing her to fall on top of him. She was still in fight mode, so she straddled him, placing her hand on him, firmly on his chest. Now, this was a situation where the guys were wondering if any touch, even through clothes, could matter as they saw Iida had skin contact (they were unsure if Kaminari also had skin-to-skin contact or through clothes). Kirishima, with a panicked face, looked up at Izuku’s victorious smile. He sighed in relief as it seemed through clothes it was harmless.
Everyone cheered for Izuku as she got up and showed off her winning pose to her friends and All Might. Kirishima was still lying on the floor, exhausted at how much he had tried to avoid the greenette. He started to get up, and Izuku extended her hand to him with her beautiful smile. As if in a trance, he took her hand, forgetting the reason he needed not to grab her hand. His vision turned dark as soon as he got up as if he had passed out.
Kirishima then blinks and sees that he is sitting at a lat pulldown machine, the very same one he uses at the gym. He sees the usual mirror in front of him. His earbuds are off, and he’s already sweating. He seemed to have already done his workout for the day, yet he still felt pumped. In a slight daze, he looks in the mirror behind him and sees Izuku. She’s on the hip thrust machine with sweat dripping down her face. She doesn't seem to realize Kirishima didn't have on his earbuds as she’s singing out loud.
“One, two, three, four,” Izuku pants out, “...three things I don’t play about, myself, my money, or my man.”
Kirishima looked around and saw it was just them two. It seemed like the last time. If this is a memory, Izuku will walk over to me in a minute and ask me to spot her while she does some reps with the barbell.
“Hey, Eiji, can you spot me?” Izuku said sweetly.
“Uh, sure,” he says, getting up and heading over to grab a wipe to wipe his station. Is this a memory? Eiji? She never calls me Eiji. He is perturbed by her suddenly calling him ‘Eiji.’
After shaking himself from his thoughts and heading over to where she was already set up, he noticed she had quite a lot more weight on it today than the last time he remembered.
“Uh, Izuku…are you sure you want to lift that much?” he says cautiously. Why did I call her Izuku? Wait, haven't I always called her Izuku? He thought, then was brought back by her hand on his chest. He looked down at her and could see her cleavage. He tried to divert his attention for a moment to her face, only to be distracted by her lush lips.
“Yes, I’m trying to push myself today, Eiji. Plus, I know you got my back,” she says coyly to him with a wink, then turns around to get into position.
Was she wearing this before? Kirishima thought as he also got into position. When he looked at her earlier, Izuku was wearing sweats and a sports bra with a baggy cropped shirt. Now, she was dressed in a black sports bra that seemed to support her voluptuous bosom but also looked like it could spill out. Her sweats were now shorts that hugged her bottom tightly.
He tried to focus, making sure she didn’t get hurt. He noticed she backed up against him. He tried to focus, resisting the feeling and letting her see or feel his penis rise to every squat she did.
At the last squat, she was struggling, “You got this Izuku! You can do this!” Kirishima said encouragingly.
She huffed and panted but finally stood up on her last squat. With a wide grin, she set the barbell on the rack and turned around, hugging Kirishima, who, in turn, in excitement, held her up high as he hugged her.
The adrenaline was surging in both of them and as Izuku looked down at him, she slowly pulled her face to him and kissed him. In shock, he left his eyes wide open, staring at her face, kissing him. She then parted her lips to let her tongue lick his lips, and he opened his lips to let her know of his surprise. She slid her tongue in and wrestled her tongue with his; his eyes became more half-lidded with lust. She moaned as he hiked her up higher so one of his hands held her ass, kneading it like dough.
Breathlessly pulling apart, she looked at him with lust, and he stared back at her just as breathless. His mind was muddled, but he felt a twinge of guilt. He knew his best friend loved this girl, and here he was, kissing her.
He sets her down, with confusion etched on her face. He separates himself from her, turning around quickly, saying, “Uh, I think I should head back now.”
He races out to the locker room. Sitting down on the bench, with his head in his hands, staring down at his hard-on. He sighs, getting up and walking over to the shower rooms with his towel in his hands. He felt out of it, as if he was forgetting something, as he turned on the shower. He closed his eyes to feel the water on his skin; then he felt something soft pressing up against his mid-back. Startled, he turns around to see Izuku now naked and wet from the shower.
“W-What-” he says, only for her to reach up and pull him to her. She intensely kisses him, and bewildered, he tries to pull away, but her strength has him stuck to her lips. She bites his lip, causing him to yelp in pain, and again, she slides her tongue in. His eyes become half-lidded, with water dropping off his lashes. He can’t continue to resist her and pulls her body closer to him. His dick was standing proudly up in between their pressed bodies. Kissing, they both start moving their hands at every inch of skin they can touch.
Izuku has her hands massaging his cock and balls, earning herself a rumble from Kirishima as he bends down to slide one of his hands down to her middle while the other grabs one of her plump cheeks. Izuku begins to moan into his mouth as he gets her wet, spreading her pussy apart with his thick fingers. She wraps her hand around the tip of his dick (one of her hands can’t wrap around his dick because of its girth) while the other one rubs him sensually. He twitches as he desperately reigns in his desire to push her against the wall and stick his dick in her with no care.
They part panting. Izuku smirks at him, “You can’t resist me, Eiji, so please, just please me. We aren’t doing anything bad, and I want this.” She says with a sultry voice, eying him up and down and slowly rubbing him.
At this, something just snapped in Kirishima’s brain. He turned off the water and picked up Izuku's bridal style as she eeped from the sudden action. He walked over to the locker room benches and set her down with her back lying against the wooden bench at the edge. He pulled her legs apart.
"W-wait—" she stutters.
The cool air settled on their skin, but he was too hot and enamored by the greenette to cool down. He stared at her pussy, spreading apart the labia to reveal her quivering entrance and her pink clitoris. He stuck his tongue out and made eye contact with Izuku, who sat up for a moment. His face in her eyes was that of a hungry wolf, causing her to shiver, and before she could say anything else, he started to lick her clitoris first.
“Heuk!” Izuku exclaims as her sensitive bud is attacked with the flat of his tongue. Through her cries of pleasure, he continues to lick her, giving long strokes on her labia and clitoris. He then flexed his tongue and used the tip to lick tiny circles over the bud’s hood. He lightly sucked on her mound, driving her into cries and whines. As he focused on her sensitive clit, he continued to scissor his fingers in her opening until he was able to place four of his thick fingers easily in her. His chin dribbled with her juices. The smell of her scent from her pussy and the scent of her sweat felt intoxicating to him as he drove Izuku to the edge. He pumped his dick to the rhythm he set while licking her.
“Hah, ha, Eiji, please, more!” Izuku exclaims as she throws her head back and arches her back. Her hands shakily held his head closer to her pussy.
“Ah! Eiji! I–I’m-” she says in exasperated pants; then he feels her body tense and convulse, and her hole clenches hard on his fingers. At that moment, he still had drops of water on him but became more wet as she sprayed onto his chin. She had squirted as she came hard, seeing stars in her eyes. She was in a fucked out daze. This look had his cock rock hard and weeping. Even while pleasing her and stroking himself, he resisted the urge to plunge his dick inside her.
“Come here, Eiji,” Izuku said sweetly to him, holding her hand out to him, panting on the bench close to being limp. He crawls up to her, holding himself above her; she gently places her hands on his face, gravitating his face closer to her. She kisses him and deepens the kiss to taste herself on his tongue. He trembles as he holds his place, desperately wanting to fuck into her yet wanting more of her kisses. She pushes his face away with a smirk, satisfied seeing the desire and lust he is displaying all for her.
She then hooks her legs that were between his, on top of them. Then the next moment, she pulls her pussy apart. Kirishima glances at that action and her face; he gives her a desperate face. Giving a shy laugh, she says, “Eiji, please fuck me.”
Excited at the permission, he kissed her and pulled away to line himself up at her entrance, “Let me know if it’s too much, Izu,” he said affectionately down at her. Izuku cutely nodded her head and still held her pussy lips apart for him to have easier access. He slowly enters, causing them both to moan from the pressure. Izuku begins to writhe from the pressure of his dick filling her out. He finally bottoms out in her, and he bends his waist so he can kiss the emerging tears she has from the fullness of his sheathed cock inside her.
“Izu, god, you're so tight,” he says, out of breath from the pressure and pleasure he’s feeling. Izuku scratches his back and clings to him as she adjusts to it.
She huffs out with tears, “Y-you can move Eiji. Please don’t hold back and fuck me.”
At that, he peppers her face with kisses. Then pulls his cock to be just barely out and snaps it back hard. This makes Izuku yelp. He continues the onslaught of her pussy, as new marks appear on his back at each thrust. They both huff, pant, and moan out loud, echoing in the locker room. He sits up, places his hand on either side of her hips, and thrusts roughly into her; this earns him more moans and gasps from the greenette.
He fucks into her, “Izu, fuck! Ha hah, you are so good,” Kirishima says.
“Eiji! Eiji, more! Fuck more!” Izuku practically screams as his thrust becomes rougher. He wanted to be inside her deeper; with this thought, he stopped and quickly moved themselves into position without disconnecting. He sits up and then lifts Izuku into a sitting position, thrusting more into her. This causes her to moan deeply as she feels him closer to her cervix. Her voluptuous breasts were pressed against his hard-earned pecs. She clung to him tighter as he bounced her on his dick. She moaned deeply and moved her hips against his. He wanted to be further inside her, so he untangled her arms from him, spun her around, and placed her legs around his again, going into a seated ball position. He thrusts and grinds behind her, grabbing her nipples and twisting them. She gasps and moans as he bites into her shoulder, and that causes her to clench hard on his dick. He begins to stutter, and he pushes her to the ground with her ass up. He fervently chases the feeling and bites into her again. This causes her to scream as he hits her spot hard in his final thrusts. Cumming hard into her deepest parts.
They both pant from the rigorous workout. His dick slips out of her, and she lays on her side as he lays the opposite of her on the locker room floor. She softly laughs, stretching out her hand to brush his hair away from his sweat-drenched face, and she gazes deeply into his eyes.
“Eiji, I Lov-” Izuku started to say as he slowly blinked, and everything was black again. When he blinked a couple more times, he was back in the practice place. With the real Izuku smiling up at him victoriously, and their hands still joined together. He blinked a few times, and then his face grew as red as his hair.
Izuku, clueless as to why he was blushing, let go of his hand and asked him in concern, “Why is your face red, Kirishima? Did you get hurt or stand up too fast? Do you need to go see the recovery girl?”
The other four scowls got even deeper, knowing he had fantasized about the greenette. Kirishima, in a blushing panic, looked around and ran past Izuku to the door. He ran out of the area, yelling out, “Sorry! I gotta go!”
Everyone was baffled by his reaction. All he did was avoid Izuku during the fight, get knocked down, then get help from Izuku to stand up, blush deeply, and run out of the practice arena.
“Umm, alright, I guess we are done for the day,” All Might said, clapping his hands together.
With that, everyone returned to the locker rooms, wondering if they should be worried about the third person abruptly leaving class. The girls chattered away as they changed into their uniforms.
“Hey, what’s up with Kirishima?” Tooru asked while fixing her bow in the mirror.
“I know, right? What's up with the guys? They’ve been kind of off since this morning,” Mina said, fixing her hair.
“I don’t know, but it’s kinda worrying me. Should we ask Aziawa sensei about it?” Momo asked, closing her locker door. She glances over to where Izuku is sitting down on the bench in front of her locker, wondering if the greenette was causing herself unnecessary worry like usual.
“Nah, they are just being dumb like always. If it were anything dangerous, the sensei would let us know.” Jirou said, slinging her school bag over her shoulder. Izuku, silently contemplating everything that happened, was shaken out of her thoughts by Uraraka’s hand on her shoulder.
“Izuku, don’t worry about the guys. They are just being dumb lately. Plus, it's almost the weekend, so maybe they have something going on for the guys' night.”
Izuku gave her a soft smile, “Yeah, you are right, Ocha. Plus, as Jirou said, if it’s dangerous, the guys and sensei will let us know.” She picked up her bag from the ground and walked together with Uraraka to class, trying to forget Kirishima’s blushing face.
He was kinda cute.