Chương 37: Chapter 5 - Date Night (18+)
If Yoshihara was a lesser person, she'd say that the final battle in The Sports Festival was rigged and that her opponent, Izuku Midoriya, cheated somehow. But, Yoshihara was NOT a lesser person. And while she was a little bit peeved as to how Izuku won, she accepted it. Besides, second place wasn't exactly the worst thing in the world. Not to mention, even if she got first place, it wouldn't have mattered to her. All it was to her was a title. It meant nothing to her.
Not to mention her reputation with the public was already in tatters, so what would a number next to her name do? Make a few of those people heel-turn and say they always supported her? If that was the case, then those people were hollow individuals, and she did not want their support.
Right now, Yoshihara was standing in front of her bathroom mirror, brushing her hair to make it look less messy. She had just stepped out of a shower not even 30 seconds ago, seeing as she wasn't about to go on a date smelling like she just crawled out of a dumpster. The same went with Izuku. He too went home to get ready for later that night, and as far as she was concerned, that was a good call.
And so, here she was, staring at her reflection with a brush in hand. She had dried herself off moments ago. Her skin was still wet, but only in a few areas like under her armpits and some parts of her arms. Aside from that, she was pretty dry.
She pushed her bangs over to the left side of her face, frowning as she did so. There was a hint of nervousness creeping around in her chest. Never in her life had she ever been on a date. Ironic, considering that she wasn't a virgin. Her previous job made sure of that. Even so, for her first date, she was kinda happy it was someone who could understand her, even if he didn't know about her underlying mental issue.
Sociopathic people, as numerous doctors have told her in the past, couldn't feel love. If that was the case, then how did she ever learn to love Izuku? Was it a common misunderstanding of being a sociopath? Was it her mind tricking her into thinking she did? Or was she never a sociopath to begin with? She had heard the term "borderline sociopath" before. But after further research, she understood that she was not as "borderline" as most people thought she was.
Yoshihara had her moments where she would break down completely as a result of her trauma. It was difficult to bounce back, but it wasn't too hard. The only time she felt true, raw emotion to a normal degree was anger. Anger was how she coped. Even if Yoshikawa was dead, it didn't make a difference. If anything, she felt more hollow. Her death did nothing but assure her that she couldn't hurt her anymore. It didn't change the past, much to her chagrin.
"Stop thinking about it…. Push it away, just like you always did. It's better that way. File it away like you always do and focus on the good you have now. You have a boyfriend, and he cares about you. That wench can't and won't hurt you anymore."
Yoshihara straightened herself out and looked over to the clean clothes she had set out for herself. She forgot that she was still naked, far too absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot to get dressed and finish getting ready. Letting out a deep sigh, Yoshihara finished brushing her hair and walked over to the pile of clothes on the sink's counter.
Once she was done getting dressed, she looked at herself in the stand-up mirror that was attached to the back of the bathroom door. The clothes she picked out were a bit less conservative than she'd usually find herself wearing, but that had seemed to be a pattern as of late.
Yoshihara wore a black shirt that cut off at the midriff, exposing her belly button and the edge of the four-pack abs that she had been starting to develop as a result of her working out more frequently. For legwear, she was wearing a pair of green sports shorts that cut off halfway down her thigh, underneath which were fishnet stockings.
Was it a bit revealing? Yes, it was. If it wasn't for the fact that she was going on a date, she probably wouldn't have worn this or any type of clothing like it. But it was a date, and it was a chance to express herself. Knowing Izuku, he was probably going to do something safe. Izuku, bless his soul, was an innocent person. He probably didn't even know what masturbation was, let alone what sex appeal was. And for that, he was lucky.
Yoshihara sighed, opening up one of the drawers under the sink. There was a stick of red lipstick in there. It wasn't a deep red, but it was a noticeable colour. She debated about putting it on, and after a few moments of thinking about it, she shrugged her shoulders and closed the drawer. She wasn't a big fan of makeup. Not even going on a date would change that about her.
There were a few knocks on the door of the bathroom, catching her attention. "Hey! Yoshi-chan! I've just got a text from Midoriya-kun's mother! He changed the movie you're going to see. Apparently, you guys were going to go watch Alien, which is a horror movie. Not date-worthy. Instead, you'll be going to see a different movie. The text said it was called Star Wars – Episode I – The Phantom Menace! I heard it's good. Midoriya said that he hoped you didn't mind. If you're ready, I can drop you off at the theatre. There's about 10,000 yen on the table for you to spend on snacks between yourselves, don't forget about it!"
With that, Yoshihara heard Nemuri walk down the stairs, her footsteps fading away as Yoshihara hummed. So Ashido had planned on sending them to watch a horror movie? Well, she didn't know Ashido all too well, so maybe she was just recommending a favourite movie of hers? "Well, it could've been worse. At least it was changed. Although… Star Wars, eh? Who knows, maybe I'll like it," Yoshihara thought, opening the door and stepping out. Once she did, she walked down the stairs and as soon as she did, Nemuri turned and looked at her, a smirk on her face.
"Wow, dressing to impress, huh? Really pointing out your strongest "attributes" aren't you?" Nemuri teased, only to earn an elbow in the gut from the blonde, making her gasp in pain. "Ow! That hurts you know?" The ravenette whimpered, Yoshihara snorting in response.
"Well, perhaps don't say stupid shit. You'll get something equally as stupid back as a result," The blonde replied, taking the money off of the counter and pocketing it. "Now, let's get going. It would be bad if I were late for my first date," Yoshihara said, her tone matter-of-fact sounding as she walked toward the elevator, putting on a pair of black slip-on runners. Nemuri sighed, shaking her head as she grabbed the car keys off the coffee table.
"My point still stands, Yoshihara. Those shorts really bring out your thighs. I thought you hated drawing attention to yourself?" Nemuri said, earning a glare from the blonde.
"From strangers, yes. But this isn't a stranger. I've known him for the better part of a year. Izuku is now my Boyfriend. If I want to flaunt what I have around him, then I will. I have never allowed myself to be comfortable around a boy, period. I'm testing the waters. If it makes him uncomfortable, I'll dial it back. That, and I need to know if Izuku loves ME, or loves the look of my body," Yoshihara replied, turning around as Nemuri shook her head, a frown on her face.
"That's a rather toxic mindset, Yoshihara. But… yeah, I guess. Though, this is Midoriya we're talking about. He's a pure soul. I doubt he cares about how you look," Nemuri stated, shrugging. Yoshihara hummed, crossing her arms, and looking down at the ground. She knew that Nemuri was right, but even so, she had to make sure. Even if it was only a small part of her mind that believed that she had to make sure all the boxes were checked.
If she was going to trust Izuku more than she already did, then she had to make sure that he wasn't trying to take advantage of their friendship. While she was the one to ask him out, she knew about plenty of men that would jump at the chance to date someone, no matter who they were, just so long as the person in question looked "attractive" or "cute." For some people, that was all they cared about when it came to their partner; not their personality, feelings, or any of that, just the size of their boobs, ass, or thighs.
And while Yoshihara knew that Izuku, probably, wasn't like that, she didn't know a thing about what he was like when he was talking to someone who was… more than a friend.
While Yoshihara never had anyone reach out to her, she had… experience with those kinds of people. Plenty of people have cat-called her due to her appearance, and all the time they ended up with broken noses. She knew Izuku wasn't like those kinds of people, but her paranoia got the best of her. Maybe she should've toned it down a little. But as it stood, right now, it was a little too late to fuss over the details.
That, and she had to reveal her deepest, darkest secret about herself. Her sociopathy. Trust goes two ways. She wanted him to earn hers, and vice versa. Being friends and trusting one another was one thing. Being a couple and trusting one another was an entirely different field of play.
Yoshihara took her phone out of her shorts pocket, tapping on the screen to wake it up so that she could check the time. It was 4:45 PM, and their movie was issued to start at 5:15. The drive from here to the movie theatre was 15 minutes, so she really didn't want to waste any more time discussing the topic. After putting on her trench coat, Nemuri glanced at the time as well, nodding to herself. "Well, it's your choice. Just try not to make the boy too uncomfortable."
The two entered the elevator, the ravenette pressing the button to the ground floor level. The elevator ride was silent as Yoshihara curled a strand of hair around her pointer finger. Nemuri glanced over at her and smiled. "Nervous?" All Yoshihara did in response was hum, looking at the floor. Nemuri laughed quietly to herself, shaking her head.
"Young love. It's too pure for its own good. Alright, hold on, I'll give you some advice if that's what you're looking for. Don't hold yourself back. Shoot your shot when you think you see an opening. Consent is important, too. But for the love of all things good in life, don't rush it. Rushing things leads to messy breakups. Take it slow, test the waters when needed, and when both of you are ready, take his V card."
Yoshihara rolled her eyes at the last part. Ignoring that final part, everything that Nemuri said was right, objectively and subjectively. And, ironically enough, it was that bit of advice that allowed her to calm her nerves. A small smile appeared on the blonde's face as the elevator doors opened.
Upon exiting the elevator, the new receptionist tipped his hat toward them, nodding as they exited the building and headed toward Nemuri's new car that she recently bought, that being a Black and white coloured Porsche 911 Turbo. It wasn't the fanciest of cars, but then again, the R-Rated hero never really thought that fancy cars were important.
The two got into the vehicle and took off to the movie theatre in downtown Musutafu, all the while Yoshihara sat in the back, looking out the window with a blank expression on her face, her mind racing with several thoughts, all around the one boy who had actually captured her attention nearly one year ago.
"And to think… if that stupid little Sludge Villain incident never happened… I never would've met him, would I?" Yoshihara thought, leaning back into the car seat. It only took 20 minutes for the ride to end. That was mainly because of some traffic accident on the way to the theatre. Some bozo tried to speed ahead of someone else, ending up in that car to slam into someone else's car who had the right of way.
It was kinda funny, seeing as how that guy deserved the stupid crap that happened. When the car stopped in front of the theatre, and when Yoshihara opened the door to the back seat of the car, she was greeted by a smiling Izuku, who had been patiently waiting for her, something that made the blonde give the faintest hint of a smile.
The boy was wearing a green two-piece suit, a black tie, and a white dress shirt underneath. His hair was still the same, though, and she liked it like that. He had a nervous expression on his face, and a bouquet of pink roses in his right hand, as well as a balled-up fist with two tickets barely poking out between his fingers. When the blonde stepped out, she waved goodbye to Nemuri, who drove off a few seconds later. Apparently, she and Inko had a night of drinking ahead of them.
A part of Yoshihara felt bad for Izuku's mom. When Nemuri wanted to get drunk, she'd get absolutely wasted. "Bless her soul… she'll need all the help she can get," Yoshihara thought, thinking back to the last time Nemuri got hammered. It had been two weeks after she had gotten adopted by the woman, and she remembered Otoshi having to drop her off at the hotel because she had been that wasted.
When Izuku saw her, his cheeks flushed red. The hero-in-training hadn't expected Yoshihara to dress up in something… like that. Considering the most skin she had ever exposed were her legs during school time, he expected her to wear her usual casual stuff. But this? This was a bit much.
Despite that, he pushed back whatever it was that was making his face turn a brighter shade of red every passing second, and mustered up the courage to speak. "U-Uh… H-Hey, Yoshihara, how are you doing?" Izuku asked the blonde, to which she replied by kissing his cheek and snaking the flowers away from him. Once again, his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red, earning a chuckle from the Stand user.
"I think that supplements the understanding as to how I'm doing. Thank you for the flowers. They're pretty," Yoshihara said, taking a whiff of them. They smelt like a gentle summer breeze, or whatever someone would classify that as. For Yoshihara, she thought of freshly baked cookies, the smell of honey wafting through windows, and scented candles. In other words, positive things, all of which she liked.
"Well, we should probably go inside. We don't want to be late for our movie, right?" Yoshihara said, taking her left hand into his right, the green-haired boy accepting the gesture. A sense of warmth flowed throughout her body, the kind someone would get if one were to hold their hand against a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter morning. And it was with that that she understood that, for the third time, she was correct in her beliefs, and that perhaps the skimpy outfit was a little… over reactionary.
After purchasing their chosen snacks and popcorn, spending around 5,000 yen out of the 10,000 that Nemuri had given Yoshihara, the two walked down the aisle and turned right, where Star Wars – Episode 1 – The Phantom Menace was being shown. When the doors closed, the movie began… All Yoshihara hoped for was that the movie wasn't too bad.
"Who knows… maybe it'll be good?"
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Inko Midoriya and Nemuri Kayama were sitting at a local bar. That in itself was something that seemed outlandish, seeing as Inko wasn't that much of a drinker. But considering what had happened, Nemuri wasn't about to allow Inko to go the whole evening without some form of celebration over her son's victory at the Sports Festival.
That was also not to mention that it was the day that Yoshihara and Izuku were going on their movie date, which was something that also added credence to the idea of getting a few drinks at the bar. The two adults were sitting at a booth, Nemuri holding a glass of white wine, while Inko had a glass of hard lemon ice tea, something with a low alcohol level, seeing as she wasn't planning on getting drunk.
"So… It hasn't even been two months into U.A., and they're already going on their first date," Nemuri commented, earning the roll of the eyes from Inko, who took a sip from her drink.
"Well, to be fair, they've been through a lot in the past month and a half. They've also known each other for the better part of a year. I'm surprised it took them a month and a half, now that I'm thinking about it," Inko replied, the ravenette in front of her smirking.
"You know what I mean when I bring that up. I win that little bet of ours," Nemuri said, Inko sighing, taking a drink from her hard iced tea.
"Yeah… so, what, I was supposed to tell you my deepest, darkest, secret. Right?"
"Yup! So, what is it? Had a date gone bad? Accidentally run over a cat one dark and stormy night? Oh! I know, you accidentally slept with your cousin, unaware that they were your cousin. I—"
"I'm an assassin for hire," Inko said, catching Nemuri off guard. The green-haired woman took another sip from her drink, leaning back into the seat that she was in. "Granted, I haven't actually been hired in years. I decided to take a temporary leave till I knew my son was old enough to take care of himself. And when he went to U.A., I was planning on starting up again. But with my former employer going out of his way to target my son, I can't exactly do that right now. The only reason I'm telling you is that I'm a woman of my word. So there, that's my deepest, darkest secret."
Nemuri was without words. Out of everything that she could've expected, Inko being a former assassin was something that she had NOT seen coming. Especially because of how she appeared. But then again, she was a Stand User, so Nemuri could somewhat understand how that could've been the case. But, for someone like Inko Midoriya… someone who seemed like a cheery, caring, and even motherly figure to secretly be a cold-hearted assassin. That just seemed unbelievable.
And it was in that former description that suddenly made her ten times more terrifying than before. Sure, being a Stand User gave her an upper edge against most pros, and if what she had said was true—about her being a former assassin—then suddenly that motherly personality, that caring, loving, cheery side of her, suddenly looked more and more like a mask.
Because now, she could see it. The eyes that Inko had weren't ones of a jaded parent who had raised a Quirkless Kid for the majority of her life. They weren't the eyes of a parent who did everything in their power to make sure that her son had a successful life through legal means. They weren't the eyes of someone who had listened to countless other parents telling her that her son would never amount to anything due to his lack of a Quirk.
No. They were the eyes of a cold, emotionless, blood-soaked killer, who killed whomever her employer wanted based on who paid her the most. Someone who had a power that no one else but others with similar powers could see, and did so to protect her one and only child by any means necessary. So much so, that she was willing to kill someone who months in the past she saw as a potential threat. Not because Kira was a Stand User, but perhaps she saw something that Nemuri didn't.
A tense silence filled the booth that Nemuri and Inko shared. Inko's eyes didn't lose their friendly gleam, but deep within, there was an almost predatory glance scanning the room they were in. Always on guard, always ready to attack if provoked. She was like a predator in a field full of potential prey. Something that Nemuri found chilling.
And the fact that she had the gall to say that to a pro-hero showed that Inko knew there was nothing that Nemuri could do to stop her from killing anyone… even her.
The tense silence only lasted for a few more seconds, as Inko broke it by giggling silently to herself. Nemuri raised an eyebrow, her shoulders still stiff from the information drop, though she did relax a little bit at seeing Inko laugh. "Seriously, though. Kayama-san, you don't have to worry about me. I'm still technically retired. That, and I only ever went after bad guys. I never targeted heroes unless they were revealed to be awful people. Even if I do take up my weapons again, I still have to get back into shape to do my job efficiently. Right now I'm riding the waves of my former infamy. Not many people know about Tornado the Villain Killer anymore."
Inko shot back the rest of the hard iced tea and considering there wasn't much left in the cup, it didn't take long for it to be all gone. The verdette looked at Nemuri, eyeing her white wine with a smirk. "You gonna finish that, or what?"
Nemuri blinked rapidly a couple of times, looking back at her drink, then to Inko. "huh? O-oh, I… um… yeah, I'm probably going to finish it. It's already 6:30 PM, their movie started at what, 5:15, and ends at around 7:00 PM. I don't want to get drunk, I just wanted to share a drink or two with you, Midoriya-san," Nemuri replied as Inko nodded.
"Fair enough. Though now I have to ask since we both collectively agreed that Yoshihara would probably strip Izuku of his V-Card in a month from now, whose to say that it won't be earlier?" Inko asked, causing the pro-hero to raise an eyebrow.
"You want to change the last part of the bet? But you've already told me your secret?" Nemuri said as Inko shrugged.
"I was going to tell you eventually anyway. Besides, I feel like I judged Yoshihara when I picked the month. With how much Izuku has grown to be in U.A., I doubt he's going to be shying away from that aspect of their relationship. I wouldn't even be surprised if Kira tries to cash in the bag tonight."
"Are you suggesting that Yoshi-chan is that daring?" Nemuri asked. Inko waved her hand nonchalantly, giving the ravenette a knowing look.
"I saw what she was wearing before I pulled out of the parking lot. If that wasn't her goal, then she's completely lost me," Inko replied as Nemuri nodded.
"Ah, that. No, she was feeling insecure about herself. She was worried that it wasn't herself that got Izuku's attention, but rather her looks. She was testing the boy and also testing herself. I pointed out how toxic the idea was, and by the looks of how things went when they met up, I think she realized it too."
Inko nodded, sighing. "Well, teenagers, doesn't matter the gender, have insecurities like that. Still, though. The kind of attention an outfit like that would attract is not the platonic kind. I just hope my poor Izuku doesn't fall for it. I'd hate to find out that his first time was him falling for an expected trap card," Inko said, stifling a giggle as did Nemuri.
"Well, you never know. So, what's your proposed change to the bet?"
"I was thinking… two weeks. There's still another secret that I've kept for a while, but it's nowhere near as dark as the whole "I'm an assassin" thing. It's more embarrassing than anything else," Inko replied as Nemuri nodded.
"Well then, I'll keep my date the same: 1 month. I know Yoshihara, she's not one to rush things. Rewards are still the same. Deal?"
"Deal."
The two shook hands, before then laughing to themselves about how ludicrous the situation was. Had this been months ago, Inko would've fainted over the idea of betting her son's virginity over something as trivial as an extra room to stay in with Midnight and not have to live in a crappy apartment anymore.
However, that being said, she found it amusing. Some of her friends, namely Mitsuki would probably shame her for it, but then again, Mitsuki had done some… questionable things in the past. So it wasn't as if this was anything new to her.
Besides? What was the worst that could happen? She believed in her son, more than anything. It wasn't as if anything was really going to happen tonight. Right?
"You know what, I got some money for a cab. I'm sure Izuku and Yoshihara will be fine. We can go for a few more drinks," Inko said, earning a smirk from Nemuri.
"Now that, is my kind of talk. Bartender! Get everyone in here unlimited drinks, on me!"
Cheers filled the bar as the bartender nodded. Nemuri was a pro-hero after all, and a rather rich one at that. Besides, she had an unlimited tab at most places, this one included. It was celebration night, so why not spread the cheer and the beer? She just hoped the bar was prepared for such a thing, and with the look in the bartender's eyes, she had no doubts that they were.
Tonight was going to be a good night.
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When Yoshihara and Izuku exited the showing room, the pair had mixed feelings during the movie. It wasn't bad per se, but it was dated. Like, extremely dated. The acting as far as Yoshihara was concerned was painfully cliché. Izuku seemed to have been enjoying himself, but even he cringed at some of the action scenes. Although, if there was one thing that Yoshihara did find herself enjoying, it was the lightsaber duel with Darth Maul. Now that was cool.
Other than that, she thought Obi-wan was a bit of a bitch, but Qui-gon was a cool character, even if he seemed pretentious during some parts of the movie. If she had to rate it out of 10, she'd probably give it a six or something.
"So… what do you want to do now?" Izuku asked, taking Yoshihara's mind off of the movie and earning her attention. The blonde bit the inside of her lip in contemplation, she hadn't really thought about what to do afterward. She fished around in her shorts pocket and pulled out the remainder of what Nemuri had given her, then frowned.
"Well… we could always call a cab to pick us up and drop us off at my place. I doubt your mother and mine will be in any state to pick us up from here," Yoshihara suggested, Izuku looking at her with a skeptical expression.
"I mean… I know my mom, she's not going to go out of her way to willingly get drunk."
"Ah, and there lays the problem. The keyword there is "willingly" Izuku. Bless my mother, but she doesn't take no for an answer unless it revolves around sexual advances. If my mother set Inko up to get drunk, Inko is going to get drunk. It's just that simple."
Izuku had a small, yet skeptical gleam in his eyes before shaking his head. The less he thought about it, the better. "W-well…" he stammered. "I guess it doesn't hurt, does it? How much is it for a cab?"
Yoshihara took her phone out of her pocket and opened Google. After doing a quick search, the blond smirked. "Service fee is 3,500 Yen, and from here to Love Love Deluxe, it's 4,800 Yen. I'll have 200 to spare."
"Izuku nodded. "So, we're going to get a cab then?"
Yoshihara responded with a hum, dialling the number she got from the site she got the information on. It didn't take long for the cab to show up, though he did give the couple a questionable glance. Ultimately, he shrugged, took the upfront money, then drove them to their destination. Izuku looked a little nervous about the whole ordeal, though Yoshihara couldn't really care all too much about it. He had been to her house before, so what made this any different?
The ride there was silent. Izuku kept fidgeting while Yoshihara simply scrolled through her notifications. She got a text from Nemuri, and lo-and-behold, she had been correct to assume that they should've gotten a cab. According to the text, she bought everyone at the bar an unlimited tab. "Yeah, I was right to make this call. My mom bought out an unlimited tab at the bar she and Inko are at."
"O-Oh…." Izuku murmured, looking at the floor.
"Is there something wrong, Izuku?" Yoshihara asked, putting her phone back into her shorts pocket.
'U-Uh? Oh… uh… no, not really. I-I'm just wondering… did you… like the movie?"
Yoshihara raised an eyebrow at that. "I mean, the movie was good. If it hadn't been a date, though, I probably would've walked out. Just being honest, Izuku. It wasn't your fault though, neither of us knew if it would be good or not. I'm actually starting to think that Alien might've been a better idea, now that I think about it," Yoshihara said, holding back a snicker as Izuku blushed, though not enough to where his whole face turned red.
"I… I see…"
The rest of the drive was silent, and when they came up to the entrance of Love Love Deluxe, the total came to around 2,900. Yoshihara had been off by 100 Yen, but it didn't really annoy her. Getting out of the cab, she gave the driver his owed money, to which he nodded. "You two kids stay safe. Have a good one," and with that, the driver left.
The couple entered the building, Yoshihara waving to the new receptionist, who waved back. When the two entered the elevator, Yoshihara pulled out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. Once she did, she selected the suite, twisted the key, and just like that, the elevator doors closed, the machine riding them up to the top.
Once they reached the suite, the pair stepped out. They were greeted with a pitch-black room. The moment they entered the room, though, the lights turned on. "Motion sensor lights. Gotta love them," Yoshihara quipped, turning towards Izuku with a smile. "Go take a shower, we have some guest clothes that I think will fit you. If not, you can borrow some of mine. I think we're the same size, anyway."
Izuku recoiled at that, though not out of offence, more along the lines of confusion. "Uh… but, isn't that… weird? I mean, I'm a boy, would wearing girl's clothing make me weird?"
Yoshihara sighed, shaking her head. "Izuku, have you ever seen me wear traditionally feminine clothing? And no, this doesn't count. This is skimpy and way too sexual to be traditional," Yoshihara said, Izuku rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That's what I thought. I'll gather you some clothes, then you can take a shower. After that, well…. I don't mind helping you make dinner. I'm kinda flat broke. I think your mom said you like Katsudon, right?"
At the mention of Katsudon, Izuku perked up, smiling, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Y-Yeah… It's my favourite. It's something my mom used to make for me every day as a child," Izuku replied, earning a nod from Yoshihara.
"Well, I'm no chef, but I'll see what I can do. I'll get your clothes, then you have a shower, sound good?" Yoshihara said, turning to walk up the stairs to the guest room. When she opened the door, she frowned. The room was pretty basic, all things considered. It had a king-sized bed, the wallpaper was a basic pink, there was one dresser off to the side, a glass of however-many-day-old water, and what looked to be a box of condoms.
Why the box of condoms? Well, Hizashi and Shota often came here to hang out, and even spend the night. Nemuri said that it was "just in case" something came about. Whenever they left, Nemuri would report that 2, or maybe even 3 condoms would be gone. Yoshihara knew Aizawa was gay. It was hard not to miss it, especially since he was so open with Nemuri making those jokes around him and him not being flustered, or even bothered by them in the slightest.
As for Hizashi… well, that was pretty fucking obvious if you asked her. He screamed "I'm gay, isn't it obvious" on the daily. Even in his casual clothing, he radiated that sensation of being gay that it wasn't even funny. Not that she judged. Yoshihara liked both guys and girls but had more of a preference for guys. That being said, if given the option to either date a boy or a girl… well, she had two hands for a reason, didn't she? No harm, no foul?
Either way, Yoshihara skimmed over the box of condoms and opened a few of the drawers. She found some similar-sized clothing that Izuku might be able to fit into, and after finding a pair of clean men's underwear, she folded the clothing up nicely, then walked over to the stairwell. Izuku wasn't anywhere to be seen, so she assumed that he was in the bathroom.
Knocking on the door, she heard shuffling coming from within, and a pair of green eyes popped out. The door cracked open a little bit more, and from there, she could see the top part of his chest. She had been right the first time she copped a feel of his body, even if it had been on accident. Her boyfriend was ripped. His arms alone proved that and then some, but his chest had been sculpted out of stone. She couldn't see much of it, but from what she could see, it was utterly jaw-dropping. It wasn't just well built, it was chiselled to near perfection. Below that, she could see the corners of a well-defined stomach region, and perhaps even well-formed abs. She didn't dare to look lower, namely because there wasn't much there, but she did let her imagination run wild with the idea.
Whatever words had been in her mouth died the moment she made visual contact with Izuku, and her heart began to race. Before things got out of hand, she shoved the clothes in front of the door, looking away to not let the blush become any more visible than it already was. "Take it, have your shower, then I want to talk to you about something," Yoshihara said, looking away as her face lit up the colour red.
"Um… okay, I'll be out soon then," Izuku replied, opening the door just enough to take the clothes, then closing it again. Yoshihara didn't waste any time getting downstairs and sitting on one of the couches. She felt her face heat up, and for her eyes to narrow. She knew Izuku had some muscle. He had to, considering the type of combat style he used, and, you know, wanting to be a hero. But from what she got a glimpse of, it was more than what she had been expecting.
Her mind raced with ideas. Ideas that were foreign to her. Well, not completely, but this was different. This time she was actually interested in what was below the belt. At the mere thought of what could potentially lie beyond the waistline, Yoshihara felt her body tremble with a slight sensation of expectation.
There was an invasive thought in her mind, screaming at her to do something, anything about the sudden urge she now felt. Her body tensed at the idea of Izuku looking down at her, his eyes staring into her own as he held her, slowly but carefully putting his—
Before she could've gotten any more lewd thoughts, she shook her head, slapped herself on the cheeks, and narrowed her eyes. "What are you thinking? Now's not the time to be thinking about that nonsense! Just… focus on making dinner with Izuku, then we can read some more Manga, pick up where we left off in Soul Eater, which was volume 15 if I'm remembering correctly," Yoshihara thought, letting out a calm, relaxed breath.
It took around 10 minutes for Izuku to get out of the shower, and by then those thoughts had almost vanished. The bathroom door opened, and Yoshihara instinctively looked over to the stairs. He was wearing a black short-sleeved t-shirt with a skull on the front, and a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair looked a little wet, but what was more apparent was that as he walked, he looked conflicted about something. He didn't look too bad in black and grey, though he didn't seem too pleased about it, given his expression.
"Not your style?" Yoshihara asked, gaining Izuku's attention.
"Huh? O-Oh, well… I wouldn't pick this out on purpose, but yeah… I guess. This seems more like a Kacchan thing to wear," Izuku said, Yoshihara, shaking her head.
"You still call him that?"
Izuku shrugged. "Force of habit, I guess…" Izuku bit his lip, earning a raised eyebrow from Yoshihara, who smirked.
"You're trying not to say sorry, aren't you?" Yoshihara replied, the green-haired teen nearly jumped, almost sending him falling down the stairs. His right foot fell forward, and so did the rest of his body. Killer Queen summoned itself, catching Izuku before he could fall, and correcting him in mid-air so he didn't almost fall down again. The Stand disappeared, Izuku letting out a breath of relief.
"Thank you, Yoshihara," Izuku said, walking down the rest of the stairs before another accident like that could've happened again. Yoshihara got up from the couch and walked toward the kitchen, Izuku following her. She noticed that there had been some pork chops already unthawing in hot water. There was a note by the sink that read: Inko told me Izuku liked Katsudon, so I got some pork out to unthaw. Won't be home till really late, so just make that for yourselves, m'kay? Love: Nemuri.
Yoshihara smirked, taking the sticky note off of the sink and throwing it out in the garbage by the bar table. "Always two steps ahead of me, huh, mom?" Yoshihara thought, bringing out her phone for a recipe on Katsudon. It was her first time making the dish, so she didn't want to screw it up, at least not badly.
Pulling up the recipe, Yoshihara started to look around in the fridge and cupboards for what she needed. "Let's see here… 2 thawed boneless pork chops… salt, pepper… flour, 3 eggs, we don't have any panko but we do have some cornflakes that I can crush, vegetable oil for frying the pork, chicken stock, sugar, soy sauce, I'm surprised we even have Mirin, an onion, rice, and 1 scallion."
Yoshihara looked at the ingredients in front of her and blinked. "I wasn't expecting for all of this to be used in making just 2 servings of Katsudon," Yoshihara said as Izuku chuckled.
"Well… it's why my mom doesn't make it as often as she used to. We… kinda don't have the money for that stuff every day…." Izuku said as Yoshihara shrugged.
"Well, let's get to it. Can you grab the rice cooker? It's in the bottom cupboard to the right of the stove," Yoshihara said as Izuku did as he was asked. Seemingly on autopilot, Izuku grabbed the rice and a metal measuring cup. He put about 6 cups of rice into the machine, filled the removable basket with water, then put the basket back in, closed the machine, set it for 30 minutes, then plugged it in before turning it on.
Not wanting to be left in the dust by Izuku, Yoshihara took out a butcher's knife and began to remove the pork chops from the bag they had been in. She then grabbed a cutting board from the drawer underneath her, placed it on the counter, then put the pork chops on top of them before cutting them into strips, all the while she had Killer Queen crush the cornflakes.
Yoshihara looked over to Izuku, her eyes nearly widening at just how proficient he was being in the kitchen. He already had one of the eggs cracked in a bowl for her to dip the pork chops in. When Killer Queen was done crushing the corn flakes, Izuku took the bag and put the crushed remains onto a plate next to the cracked and stirred egg. Meanwhile, he was already cutting up the scallion and had already cut the onion.
The look on Izuku's face was almost to die for. He looked happy, and the way he moved around the kitchen made him look like an expert in the field. He never once stopped even for a moment, preparing everything, all the while Yoshihara was still cutting the meat. It kinda made her seem useless.
Out of nowhere, a hand clasped her wrist. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Izuku, all smiles as his eyes met hers. "You were holding the knife wrong. Here," Izuku said, fixing her hand to lower on the handle, and adjusting her fingers so that only three of them remained on the handle, while her thumb was pressed up against the side of the blade. "This allows you more control while cutting meats and vegetables."
Yoshihara was a bit awestruck by that. She hadn't even known that, yet Izuku did. It slightly amused Yoshihara, making her giggle, something she noticed she only ever did around Izuku. "Are you sure you planned on becoming a hero? You would've made a killer chef, Izuku," Yoshihara complimented as the green-haired teen looked away abashedly, letting go of Yoshihara's wrist.
"Ah… it's only because there have been days when my mom's gotten sick, so I had to learn how to cook… guess I'm just a natural, hehe…." Izuku replied, clearing his throat as he went back to do something else.
After Yoshihara finished cutting the pork into strips, she proceeded to coat the meat in the egg yolk as per the instructions, then coat it in the crushed-up cornflakes, before then putting it into the frying pan, where Izuku would then cook them for around 4 and a half minutes before putting them on the plate. They could get done one pork chop, aka 5 strips, in one sitting, meaning that it took them 8 minutes in total.
Using the same pan, Izuku threw in the cut-up onions, cooking them in the same oil along with the fatty juices that the pork left behind for extra flavour. After around 4 to 5 minutes of the onions cooking, Izuku brought out another bowl from one of the cupboards, poured the onions into the bowl, put the pan down and turned off the element. He gathered the sliced scallion, grabbed a smaller plastic bowl and put them in that one.
The next thing Izuku did was pull out a separate, smaller pan. Cracking one of the remaining two eggs into the pan, he let the egg sit for a little while, then, he began to scramble it. Once he finished scrambling the egg, he formed it into a flat, thin disc like that of a pancake, using the salt and pepper shaker to add flavour to the now scrambled egg disc. After that, he grabbed a plate from another cupboard, placed the egg on it, then repeated what he did with the second egg. In total, it took him 3 minutes for each egg, reaching 6 minutes in the end.
Izuku turned around, wiping the small amount of sweat on his forehead from being near a hot element, then smiled. "Well, now we just gotta wait for the rice to be done, then it'll be time to serve," Izuku said as Yoshihara nodded.
"I'm sorry I didn't help that much… you just seemed to be in your element, and I kinda didn't want to interrupt that," Yoshihara said, looking away from Izuku, who shrugged.
"It's alright. I guess I just got happy that we were making Katsudon that my brain kinda switched off, and I let myself go into autopilot," Izuku replied, his smile still plastered on his face as Yoshihara mulled over the idea of asking him the question that had been on her mind since she deduced the whole thing back on the bus during the USJ.
The mood was cheerful, and she had no doubt in her mind that bringing that up would dampen the mood severely. That was the last thing Yoshihara wanted to do, seeing as Izuku looked happier than she had ever seen him. She didn't want to strip that away from him, and nor did she want to kill the mood.
There was a long stretch of awkward silence between the two, neither of them wanting to talk. So, instead, they got to cleaning up the mess that they made while cooking. It didn't take them very long, as most of the stuff like the cutting board, the knife, and the spatula for flipping the onions went into the dishwasher. It was only the pan that needed to be cleaned manually, and once that was done, the timer on the rice cooker said that there were 5 minutes left.
Another bout of awkward silence filled the kitchen, Izuku standing, leaning against the warm stove, while Yoshihara was leaning against the fridge. The two stared off into space, occasionally glancing at one another. However, it was Izuku who broke the silence.
"So… you wanted to talk to me about something?" Izuku asked, looking at Yoshihara, who shook her head.
"It's not really important at the moment. It was just a question. I thought about it, and answered it myself, so it's fine," Yoshihara said, partially lying as Izuku shrugged, though there was a glimpse of curiosity in his eyes, he didn't act upon it.
Yoshihara stared at Izuku in silence, and once again, that small glimpse she got of him from within the bathroom crept up on her like an unwanted memory, making her cheeks flush red.
The only thing she could make out about him being muscular right now was his arms and the muscles that showed because of his sleeves being short. The rest of that muscle underneath all that clothing? It was as if it didn't exist. Yet, she now knew better. She knew it was there, and it sort of frustrated her knowing that it was just hiding behind that layer of cloth.
"Is everything alright, Yoshihara? Your face looks a little red," Izuku said, his eyes focused on her as the blonde covered the lower half of her face, looking away to not meet her eyes with his.
"It's nothing… really…."
That had been a lie. She knew it, Izuku seemingly caught on to the fact that it was, and her mind was screaming at her to act upon those previous urges from before. This was embarrassing on a whole other level for her. She never acted like this. She felt like an immature schoolgirl fawning over a school jock, not the stone cold, emotionless, cold-hearted Kira Yoshihara who was hell-bent on beating Midoriya into a bloody pulp not just a handful of hours ago to win a stupid school festival.
Another bout of silence occurred, this time longer than the previous. She was contemplating what she was going to do after supper, ideas flowing from one to the next, all with the expressed purpose of distracting herself long enough to get those strange, bizarre thoughts from leaving her mind. And yet, it didn't work. With every passing second, her thoughts kept changing from boring, basic things like what was going to be their school assignment, to Izuku and his toned, muscular body.
It was kind of hypocritical, now that she was thinking about it. She wore the specific outfit that she had on right now to attract his attention, to test him to see if all he was after was her body. Now, the tables had been turned on her. Now she was the one that wanted his body, whereas Izuku didn't seem interested, or at the very least, it wasn't the pressing issue on his mind. And more than anything, it annoyed her.
2 months ago, she wouldn't have thought that way. 2 months ago, she probably wouldn't have even batted an eye. Hell! At the beginning of her friendship with Izuku, she would've been revolted by the idea of seeing him naked. Yet right now, as they stood in the kitchen on opposite ends of each other, she felt her mind screaming at her, to take her chance, to see what he looked like underneath all that clothing—to feel him for who he was, to become part of him, to fill that void in her heart that had yet to be filled. That missing part of her that she yearned for.
It wasn't as if she only wanted him for his body, and for those muscles of his. It wasn't as if she only wanted to be with him to feel their bodies press up against one another only for the sole, selfish purpose to feel like a new, better person. No. While that was certainly a part of it, there was another part of it that she wanted, a more intimate reason, a more personal reason outside of whatever this newfound lust was.
She wanted to feel his love.
For all of her life, Yoshihara never felt love—never got to experience it. Even when she caught glimpses of it hanging out and being with Izuku, she never truly felt that connection. That deep, burning desire to know that that person who you love, loves you back.
Yoshikawa never gave that to her as a mother, and instead dampened her soul with hate and vitriol, turning her into the person she was now.
Her father was never in her life due to working in another country with stricter working laws, never knowing who he was as a person, and only learning from him thanks to the stories Yoshikawa would tell her before things went south.
She only just now learned about her extended family, and her cousin, Josefumi, was still awkward about that fact.
But with Izuku? It was different. There was something there. That spark that had just barely missed the candle wick, mere inches away from lighting that candle ablaze. She was close, she could sense it. Her body yearned for it, and it was just within arm's reach.
And with the sound of a chime coming from the rice cooker, telling the couple that the rice was ready to be served, Yoshihara made up her mind. "After dinner… I'm going to make my feelings known."
Izuku prepared three bowls. One bowl to put all the rice in, and two for their serving. Yoshihara watched from a distance as Izuku dumped all the rice into the bigger bowl, grabbed the soy sauce and Mirin, lightly drizzled the rice with both sauces, then began to mix the rice with a wooden spoon he fished out from one of the drawers by the sink.
Once the rice was properly mixed, Izuku began to set up the bowls of food, waving Yoshihara over to him. Yoshihara did as she was motioned to do, coming over to Izuku and standing beside him, arms folded across her chest as she stared at the bowls. He passed her a spoon as the two filled the bowls with the meal they, but mostly Izuku, helped make.
Yoshihara put a little more rice into her bowl over Izuku. Both got one egg patty, five pieces of pork, a healthy helping of sliced onions, and a handful of well sprinkled and chopped scallion. Grabbing some chopsticks from the cutlery drawer, the two sat down at the bar table and took a bite of the food they made.
Izuku was impressed, smiling as he ate. Yoshihara felt the same, and seeing as this was the first time she had Katsudon, she was shocked that it tasted so good. The rice mixed with the egg and onions was okay on its own, but adding the pork balanced things out, giving it an overall warm feeling in her mouth.
The mix of soy and Mirin sauces in the rice made it taste less like nothing, and more like something—as if the sauces breathed new life into the rice. Combining that with a chunk of the egg patty lightly seasoned with salt and pepper made the rice pop out more, the egg balancing out the overly savoury taste the combined sauces gave the rice. But to top it off, the onion and the pork made the dish what it was. Pork, onions, eggs, and rice, all in one neat little package, exploding with flavour.
"Not to knock mom's cooking, but this is a million times better!" Yoshihara thought, swallowing the food and greedily going for more. Izuku glanced over at Yoshihara, smiling at the fact that she enjoyed their cooking. Sure, she didn't do much, but Yoshihara still helped when it came to the meat and making sure it got battered in time for frying. It would've taken longer had she not done that, and with Killer Queen making the breading as fast as it did, they would've been behind by a few minutes. It was already 8:00 PM, and he was starting to feel a little tired after The Sports Festival.
Granted, his cooking wasn't nearly as good as his mother's. Usually, he had wagyu beef with his Katsudon, but pork still made it taste good. "I'm glad she likes it, though. I was a bit worried she wouldn't…" Izuku thought, taking another bite of his Katsudon.
Today had been a stressful day for him. The Sports Festival had been exciting, got his blood pumping, and made him go beyond Plus Ultra in a wide variety of ways. He had taken down three Stand Users, one of which being the person beside him, all the while not being able to see the Stands in the first place. If it hadn't been for his mother training him to feel Stand's and the imprint they left behind while moving, he would've probably not made it past the second round.
Added to the fact that Todoroki gave him a run for his money during the one-on-one fights, and the fact that Yoshihara almost beat him in the finals, the day couldn't have gotten any more stressful. Only, it did, and that was in the form of going on a date with Yoshihara. The same person he punched a collective total of 23 times throughout the fight, and left some significant bruising that thanks to Recovery Girl and Medi-lady, was nowhere to be seen.
His mother had bought him a suit for the date, spending nearly half their monthly budget on it. He was a bit apprehensive about wearing it, seeing as if he did he couldn't take it back and get a refund. He didn't know why his mom would do something so reckless, especially seeing that it was only one date, and at the movies no less.
But, Izuku knew that if he didn't wear the suit, he'd disappoint his mom. He didn't want to do that, namely because seeing her be upset was the last thing Izuku wanted on his consciousness.
Now, had that been the only thing on his mind, he probably would've been fine. But then, Yoshihara showed up wearing revealing clothing. Her midriff was exposed, her arms were bare, her shorts were short and exposed most of her thighs, and she wore fishnet stockings—which in his opinion looked pretty uncomfortable. He would be lying if he didn't say that caught his attention immediately.
Most of the time, she wore baggy outfits, so he never really got to see much of what her body looked like. Even the school's uniform didn't pronounce her figure as much as that clothing selection did. The shirt she wore pronounced her waist and midriff more than what he had ever seen of her. The shorts Yoshihara wore pronounced her hips and thighs, her curves being brought to light. Her arms were bare, which granted wasn't saying much, but that still didn't change the fact that it seemed all too unreal.
The Yoshihara Izuku knew would never, ever wear something so… revealing. And yet, there she had been, wearing something like that to a movie date. If he hadn't known any better, he would've thought it was a completely different person. But, it was her, and that alone was jarring.
He would admit though, she looked good in that outfit. Whether or not it was normal for her to wear that kind of clothing was irrelevant. She rocked the look, regardless of what the intent behind it was. That being said, a more hormonal side of him wanted to see the rest that was underneath what little clothing she had on to cover up what they were meant to; but he quickly pushed those thoughts down to the deepest, darkest parts of his mind.
He had never thought about someone in that way, ever. So for that thought to come crawling out of nowhere and surprise him like that. He didn't want to throw off the mood of the date because seeing his best friend turned Girlfriend in something she never really wore… excited him.
Izuku, much to some people's shock, wasn't exactly the cleanest or purest of souls as most people would like to believe. Izuku knew what sex appeal was, he knew what kinks were, and he knew what masturbation was—he was a teenager, so of course, he knew what all that stuff was about. Granted, he didn't partake in the act of self-pleasure. He only did it once to see what it was like, and immediately felt dirty for doing it.
When he saw Yoshihara dressed in the clothing that she showed up in, he wasn't going to lie when he felt his little "mini-me" rise in his pants. In fact, it rose a lot around some of the girls in his class, but that was based on pure teenager hormonal response to seeing a hot, or attractive girl. Thankfully, no one really noticed because not many people would've bothered to look down there in the first place. It still didn't mean it didn't embarrass him, though.
But this? This was different. Unlike the other times when he was around the other girls of Class 1 – A, or hell, even some of the girls from other divisions and grades that he saw passing the halls of the school, none of them struck a nerve like the recent event with Yoshihara in front of the movie theatre. Because with Yoshihara, there was something else backing that feeling.
The fact that he knew Yoshihara on a more personal level.
Whereas Uraraka-san and her accidental skin-tight hero costume caused a reaction similar to that of any other teenage boy, seeing Yoshihara dress scantly clad seemed off. She would never dress like that unless she was comfortable around someone—someone she knew she could trust. It wasn't accidental in the slightest, and a part of Izuku liked that. It meant that she could trust him, and that was all that Izuku cared about at the end of the day.
Izuku finished eating his Katsudon just as Yoshihara finished hers. The blonde pushed the bowl away from her, looking over to Izuku with a faint smile on her face. "Thank you for dinner, Izuku. It was good," Yoshihara said as Izuku scratched the back of his neck.
"No problem… say, I uh… wanted to ask you something," Izuku began, earning a raised eyebrow from Yoshihara.
"Yeah, sure, what's up?"
Izuku hesitated, clearing his throat. There were a lot of things he wanted to ask, but there was one thing that was most prevalent on his mind more than anything else. "I know you said that you answered the question yourself back in the kitchen… but, I want to know what you were trying to ask me before. I-I don't mean to be nosey or anything, but… well, you know…."
As Izuku's question processed through Yoshihara's mind, the blonde couldn't help but sigh. That question about All Might and his connection with Izuku's Quirk was NOT important right now. What was important was establishing trust. She would just have to get to the question about his Quirk at a later point. "Ah… well… I guess it would be wrong to keep that from you. So… the question I wanted to ask you was… if I were to tell you I was a sociopath, would you still love me?"
Izuku faltered for a split second, completely caught off guard by the question. "A sociopath? Uh… if I remember correctly, that means someone who can't properly process or convey emotions, right?" Izuku asked, earning a nod from Yoshihara.
"Yes, that would be exactly what a Sociopath is. But that doesn't answer my question. If I was, would you still love me? Or would you walk out of this suite and never talk to me again?" Yoshihara responded, earning a confused look from Izuku, who took in a deep breath, his eyes calculating as he tried to measure a response.
"Well…." His heart fluttered for a second as he built up his courage. He got off of the stool, and grabbed Yoshihara by the hands, helping her down from the seat as he did so. Their eyes met a hint of hesitation in the green-haired boy. He was about to take a risk, a calculated one, but a risk nonetheless. "After giving it some thought, here's my answer…."
It happened faster than Yoshihara could've reacted. Izuku's lips met hers, and when they did, she felt her shoulders lose the tension from the suspense her question laid on both herself, but also Izuku. The kiss wasn't forced, nor was it haphazard. It was purposeful and left a message, one that Yoshihara felt something about.
It meant that to Izuku, it didn't matter what she was, what her mental condition had been, or if she could properly process her feelings; he loved her either way. And that was all that mattered to her. That he loved her regardless. And deep within her broken soul, she felt the same way, even if it was a small, tiny flicker of that reciprocation because it was all that she could muster for the time being.
Yoshihara melted into the kiss, reciprocating it in full. She let go of his hands and pulled him in closer by the waist, feeling his body up against her own. The warmth she felt in that moment was truer beyond words, and as she sunk deeper into that kiss, she could feel her heart quicken in its pace, blood rushing to her cheeks to cause a small blush. After what felt like a full minute, the two pulled away, where she could see a faint, yet prominent blush on Izuku's face, and where he could see one of hers.
Yoshihara looked away, glancing back at Izuku every now and again as she partially licked her lips. Izuku looked shocked, almost as if he had expected it to go in some other direction, and not the accepting kind. Because in truth, that was how he was expecting it to go, that perhaps he was moving along too quickly, or perhaps doing something out of place.
And yet, the way Yoshihara was looking at him, and the way how she reacted to the kiss in the first place, told him otherwise. It told him that she was wanting something like that. Some form of affirmation. Some form of confirmation that what she was thinking, that her feelings, or at least whatever she could muster up into feelings, weren't just something she was tricking herself to believe.
"I… Wow… Uh… I wasn't expecting that. Um… but yeah, that's my answer. I don't care if you're a sociopath, or if you can't properly convey emotion. I love you for you. For who you are, Yoshihara. Plus, I kinda figured out that there was something up with you when it came to that in the first place. Besides, if I felt it would hinder things, then I probably wouldn't have accepted your party invite, or go on that date with you. I love you, for you, and nothing more."
Yoshihara was caught a little bit off guard by that, but even so, it didn't change her opinion. It didn't change what her heart said, either. That she truly did make the right choice. That accepting Nemuri's offer all those months ago wasn't a mistake. That meeting Izuku back in Aldera wasn't a poorly planned calculation on her part.
That perhaps… fate was on her side. Maybe just for this once in her life, fate gave her this chance to live a happy life, and that it wasn't all just happenstance. That perhaps she could finally turn things around. She thought that killing her mother would allow that, but all it gave her was grief, agony, and pain.
But… this? This was completely different. And now, she wanted more. She wanted to feel more of it, more of his love, more of his affection. Was it greedy? Yes, it was, but she didn't care. Her heart raced, and her mind pleaded for her to take more, to feel it again. The feeling was foreign, new, something she never experienced, and therefore she needed more of it.
"Well…" Yoshihara began as she took one of Izuku's hands into her own, grasping it as if it would be the last time she'd ever get to feel it, squeezing it with a tense, yet firm grip, which caught his attention. "If you've shown your affection, I want to show you mine…. Come with me," Yoshihara said, walking toward the staircase with a confused Izuku in tow. With each step up the staircase, her heart pumped just that much more, her mind honing in on one thing, and one thing alone—the same thing that had been bothering her ever since she saw him in the bathroom.
Once they got in front of the guest room, she opened the door and led him to the bed, closing the door behind her and turning on the small lamp on the dresser, illuminating just the bed and parts of the room. The room gave off a romantic vibe, which had been the point of it being installed into the suite in the first place.
From what Yoshihara overheard from Nemuri, when the place was still in its infancy, and when the ravenette still worked as a sex worker, Nemuri would bring people to her suite and have sex with them in this room. The whole purpose of the room was meant for guests to "have fun" and "embrace love." Of course, as of recent, only Hizashi and Shota ever bothered to do that. Otherwise, it was left for Nemuri's friends to crash in.
But Yoshihara planned to use it for its original purpose. She was still having second doubts about what she was about to do, but with the confirmation she needed to even attempt this under lock and key, she couldn't hold back any longer. She couldn't deprive herself of this, because otherwise, it would drive her mental.
Izuku had no idea what was going on, though he had his suspicions, he couldn't have confirmed them for sure, at least, not yet anyway. "Uh… Yoshihara, what are you trying to say… that you want to share a bed tonight? I mean, I don't mind but—"
Izuku hadn't expected to be backed up against the rear end of the bedframe by anyone, let alone Yoshihara. She pressed her body up against his with a gleam in her eyes that seemed foreign to the teen, leaning in for another kiss, which Izuku greedily took. Their lips met, and the same feeling fell over them as it did in the kitchen, though this time, it was stronger, more primal, more visceral.
A warm feeling that neither of them had experienced before surged through their bodies. Izuku felt hot as he pushed back with the kiss, wrapping his arms around Yoshihara in an embrace not too dissimilar to a hug, Yoshihara doing the same. The shared warmth of each other made it feel like they were in a furnace, but it didn't make them feel uncomfortable, nor did it make them feel any different than they already had been back in the kitchen.
It felt right, and with each passing second, the kiss became more passionate, more meaningful, and more desired for both parties. For each passing second that went by, any worries or second doubts that had been dancing subconsciously in their minds vanished, leaving only room for one thing—lust. A powerful, longing, desired lust between two wanting parties.
The two parted to take eager gulps of air. Izuku felt as if his lungs were about to explode, if only because he hadn't taken a breath for more than 30 seconds. When they parted, they didn't let go of one another, only parting their lips just enough so that they could feel their breathing on their faces, a small string of saliva breaking away from their now reddened lips, their feeling of each other's heart beats driving that lust for each other even stronger.
A genuine, if small, smile made its way to Yoshihara's face. She was elated, a wave of euphoria making its way through her body and into her heart, spreading throughout every part of her body. She wanted more, no, she didn't just want, she needed more.
"Y-Yoshihara, I—" The blond stepped away from him, letting go of his waist as she placed a delicate finger against his lips, shushing him as he felt his body lock up. Her finger slid down his lower face all the way down to his chin before then tracing his body all the way down to his waist before ending between his legs, where his now erect penis was.
He swallowed as a mix of confusion, lust, and wanting all laced his face. Izuku let out a shuttered breath, several thoughts racing throughout his mind as he tried to process all of what was going on. This had taken a turn in a direction he hadn't been expecting at all, whatsoever; especially on the first date of all things. But even so, he couldn't deny that he was turned on by the small, yet meaningful action, even if it was sudden.
Yoshihara's hand cupped the boy's privates, her eyes following where her finger traced down to where the bulge in his pants had been, a small smirk spreading across her face. She gently caressed it, Izuku feeling his body shiver as a result. It was as if he could feel her touch through his pants, and that alone made him want her more.
"Wow… Now I'm curious…." Yoshihara purred in a tone not fitting of her normally. It startled Izuku some, but it also turned him on. More than he already was willing to admit he was right now. He let out another shaky breath as Yoshihara grabbed the lip of his pants. Slowly, she pulled them down to around his knees, doing the same thing with his underwear as his now erect penis was brought into the open air.
Yoshihara would admit that it was rather large, even bigger than some of her previous clients back when she worked with Akira. It made her a little bit nervous, all the while the blush on her grew a few shades darker. She swallowed back that nervousness that had been piling up in her throat and looked Izuku in the eyes. "Well… I'm offering, can I get your consent for this?" Yoshihara teased, grabbing onto his cock with a firm, yet gentle hold.
Blood rushed to Izuku's cheeks as he let out a shaky breath, nodding. "Yes," Izuku pleaded, the word coming out so fast that it took a moment for Yoshihara to register what he had said. With that, she smiled as she sunk to her knees, tilting her head up ever-so-slightly. Adjusting her position, she readied herself.
It had been a while since she had done this. She was wracked with nervousness and a small amount of tension. But unlike those previous times before, she was giving herself more leeway. Izuku wasn't paying her to do this. Izuku wasn't just another customer. Izuku was her lover, her boyfriend, someone whom she cared about.
"It's okay to be nervous," Yoshihara told herself, taking in a shaky breath. Closing her eyes, Yoshihara leaned forward and began to lick his shaft. A shudder travelled throughout Izuku's body, his hands tensing as he gripped the edge of the bed frame. Izuku watched as, from his perspective, the action looked so foreign to him that it was beyond words.
The tongue grazed the skin on his cock, leaving behind a small trail of saliva each time, yet nonetheless making him jolt with each pass. The way her eyes looked up at him, an almost needy gleam buried within that sea of ocean blue somehow made him feel hornier. It shouldn't have been possible, yet it was. His cock twitched, and when Yoshihara's tongue flicked off the tip of his dick, his body trembled, his breath hitching, the grip on the wooden frame of the bed increasing as he looked down at her.
Her ocean blue eyes met his, hunger dancing within her as she glanced at his erect member. Not even a second later, she lowered his cock more pointedly toward her mouth, pulling back the foreskin as she eyed the reddening tip. Yoshihara smiled, putting her lips to the head of his penis as she slowly began to suck. His shoulders tensed, cringing as she did so. Her head moved back and forth at a slow, methodical pace. Not quick, but not slow either.
It felt so unreal to Izuku. It didn't make any sense to him, not even in the slightest. For a moment he thought this was some sort of wet, lucid dream. He squeezed harder against the wooden frame, just to ensure himself that it was real, and felt a glimmer of peace when he opened his eyes and found himself still within the guest room with Yoshihara.
Their eyes met again, and that glimmer of trust showed once more in both of their eyes. A soft moan escaped the boy's lips, pleasure inching its way through his body. He hadn't expected to enjoy this nearly as much as he was, and he was glad for it.
And when their eyes met, the nervousness that Yoshihara had felt prior had all but washed away, taken over by an overwhelming feeling of desire.
When she put the tip of his cock in her mouth, she felt a wave of unwanted nostalgia and not the good kind. She washed away those prudent thoughts with different ones. She told herself over and over again that this was different. That this wasn't like the time she worked with Akira, and that she wasn't sucking off one of his clients. Yet she was still unsure of what to think. She needed a sign, any sign, to tell her that this was different.
All it took to reaffirm her was to look into Izuku's eyes, his reddening cheeks, and the nervous look on his face to affirm herself that this was different. That this was someone who never had this happen to them, and they weren't going to be snooty about it either. With that thought, she decided to move past the tip of his cock, and put more of it in her mouth, downing up to half of his shaft in one single motion.
Her hand that had been on his cock shifted down, lowering to his balls, cupping them gently as she sucked, while her other hand was firmly placed on his left thigh. She let all the toxic thoughts leave her mind, forcing herself to forget about the club and only think about the now, to focus on her beating heart.
Izuku could feel his cock in her mouth as he closed his eyes, her tongue pressing up against it periodically. With each back-and-forth movement that she made, and with each pass, his body jolted, shivered, and trembled. He bit back several moans and a few groans, only a few escaping through his closed mouth. He lifted one hand from the bed frame to his mouth, covering it to stifle any more noises from coming out.
He once again looked down at Yoshihara as she blew him off. There was no haste to the action, no sense of panic. They had all night to themselves as both of their parents weren't going to be coming by the suite for hours now. The suction around his cock was something he never experienced before, and with her tongue now swirling around his tip within her mouth, it caused a form of elation that he had only ever felt once before, back when he masturbated for the first time.
Yoshihara felt Izuku's dick twitch in her mouth. With haste, she stopped, taking it out of her mouth as she took in a greedy breath of air, a popping sound echoing throughout the room as Izuku groaned, gripping the wood of the bedframe harder. He looked down at her, confusion in his eyes. "W-Why… why did you stop?" Izuku rasped, his tone confused more than anything, earning a smile from Yoshihara.
"You think this was only going to amount to a blow job?" Yoshihara purred, standing up, pressing herself against Izuku's warm body, his cheeks a deep red. She leaned over his shoulder, her lips grazing against his ear as she whispered. "I'm not finished with you yet, Izuku. Not even close~"
Izuku's felt his heartbeat quicken from just that action alone. The way she whispered into his ear, the almost commanding tone she brought with it, was enough to make his cock twitch again. She grabbed him by the wrist and led him over to the mattress. He sat down, pants still by his knees. "Take them off… all of it. Get rid of your shirt, pants, and underwear. Socks too."
Izuku did so without missing a beat. She pushed him more toward the bed, enough to where the inner part of his knees connected to the edge of the bed. After that, she grabbed something from the shelf. It was a small wrapper that Izuku didn't recognize. Yoshihara ripped open the packaging, and when she did, out of it came a small green plastic circle. She walked up to Izuku, and placed it on the tip of his dick, before pushing down. It covered almost all of his shaft, stopping just before it made contact with where his cock met his balls.
Without so much as pausing, Yoshihara dropped her shorts, only leaving behind her panties, which had a little wet stain on the front. Izuku blushed at seeing them. While it wasn't the first time he had seen them, that had been an accident. This was on purpose. She wanted him to see it, which caused his cheeks to flush even redder than before.
"You see that… Izuku? That little wet spot…?" Yoshihara cooed, putting her hands down into her panties as she stimulated her clit, her body shuddering as she did. "You got me all worked up… just by blowing you off…. You really know how to make a girl yearn for you, you know that, Izuku?~" Her voice came out seductive, begging almost.
Yoshihara stuck two of her fingers within her vagina while keeping her thumb on her clit, stimulating it more as she let out a ragged breath. As quickly as she put them in, she took her fingers out, removing her hand from her panties. Her pointer and index fingers were soaked in bodily fluids, separating the two in a scissor-like display.
Her mind had all but forgone the analytical and dropped the over analyzation, focusing solely on what she wanted to do to Izuku. She slowly dropped the panties to the floor, revealing her dripping wet pussy. She stalked toward the boy, positioning herself in such a way where she could sit on him, but not have his dick penetrate her just yet. When the two parts met, Izuku's breath hitched, a tiny little squeak leaving his mouth, his eyes widening.
This was really happening. All of this was real, and he couldn't believe it. Even if his erect cock was protected by plastic, he still felt her vagina as she arched her hips back and forth, her pussy gliding against his cock as he bit back a flabbergasted sound. Her hands firmly clasped his shoulders as she rubbed her pussy against his throbbing, aching cock.
She leaned in for a kiss, something Izuku greedily took without a second thought. Exasturbated moans of pleasure left the two as they sensually pressed their lips together, the heat coming off of their bodies was more than enough to keep them warm. The kiss went from something casual to something more personal, turning from something more relaxed to passionate.
Yoshihara's tongue slipped into Izuku's slightly open mouth, shocking Izuku as his eyes widened, but only for a second. The two tongues began a small battle for supremacy, one topping the other as they swirled, tasting each other, the two lovers moaning as they did. The kiss didn't last for long as Yoshihara pulled away, her face beat red, her lips wet with saliva, her eyes filled with nothing but lust and yearning.
She continued to grind on his cock for a little while longer, arching her hips back and forth until she could no longer take it anymore. She needed it inside of her, and she needed it now. Lifting herself using her knees, she grabbed the now wet condom, adjusted the throbbing member to the edge of the entrance to her pussy, and rubbed the tip against the flesh as she shuttered. Then, once she found the entrance, she sunk onto his cock, letting out a small, pleasurable moan, her right hand squeezing his shoulder a little harder as it entered, her left hand grabbing onto his left shoulder after she had put it inside of her.
The look on her face when his penis entered her was nothing short of euphoric. He watched as Yoshihara began to thrust her waist back and forth, repeating the same motion she had been doing before, only this time his cock was nowhere to be seen, the only hinting at the fact that it existed was the ends of the green condom that didn't quite fit into her.
She bounced on his cock, her shirt shifting as her breasts underneath bounced. He could see what he assumed were her nipples poking at her shirt. Curiosity got the better of Izuku as one of his hands reached for her chest. Her eyes followed where his hands were going, then honing back to his. The two exchanged a glance, and she mouthed out the word "yes" without saying it.
He slipped his hand underneath her shirt, feeling the small, yet noticeable lumps that were her breasts. The palm of his hand rested on her erect nipple, making her jolt, Yoshihara arching back ever-so-slightly as her breath hitched. Her body moved back and forth, riding his cock as her thighs clenched with his, tension making itself pronounced throughout her body as she rode him.
Both of them were thinking the exact same thing. Both wanted this to never end. Both wanted this experience to last for as long as time would give them. And both would be happier for it.
Using the tip of his index finger, Izuku began to play with Yoshihara's left nipple, making her bite her lip, and let out a small gasp. A small rhythm began to be set into motion. Every five or so seconds, Yoshihara would sway her hips back and forth, bouncing on his cock in between swings, all the while she did that Izuku would play with one of her nipples, going back and forth between left and right and indiscriminate intervals; the two groaning and moaning randomly throughout the interaction.
Yoshihara let go of Izuku's shoulders, reaching for the edge of her shirt, grabbing it and slowly lifting the shirt off of her body. Izuku moved his hand out of the way as Yoshihara threw the shirt to the floor, grabbing onto his shoulders once again, allowing him to have a full view of her breasts, all the while she bounced on his cock, small moans leaving her lips as she did.
She was beautiful, and Izuku could fully admit that. Sure there was some scarring from previous battles, but that didn't take away from her beauty, in fact, it only made it that much stronger. The way her body lurched back and forth, the way her eyes met his, and the sounds that came out of her mouth were all that Izuku cared about. He didn't care about how her body looked, or whether or not she had big boobs or not. That wasn't what mattered to him.
Despite that, there was a simplistic beauty to Yoshihara's small chest. They weren't big, flashy, or took up too much room. They were small, they fit in the palm of his hand, and in his eyes, they were perfect. Izuku went back to what he was doing before, playing with Yoshihara's nipples, something that she enjoyed if the look in her eyes was anything to judge it by.
After what felt like fifteen, to maybe ten minutes, Yoshihara picked up the pace, the rhythm devolving into a more hastened pattern of bouncing, dropping the back and forth motion completely, sloshing sounds coming from Yoshihara's pussy as she kept bouncing on his cock. She let out several gasps and moans of pleasure, her face beet red as her forehead clashed with his, their heavy breathing in sync with one another. Izuku took his right hand off of her chest and used it to stabilize himself, his body bending backward some as he bit the inside of his lip.
He wrapped both of his arms around her waist, pulling her lower body down faster as he forced her to move, making her gasp in a mixture of surprise and shock, yet none of it was unwelcome.
"Izuku…!" Yoshihara whispered, her voice almost high-pitched as she moaned his name.
"Yoshi… hara…! I'm…!"
Izuku didn't get to finish his sentence as his skin prickled, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end as Yoshihara let out a gasp, arching her back in such a way where it pronounced her chest more, making a crescent arc out of her body, her skin covering in goosebumps as a thin layer of sweat coated both of them.
Their breathing was heavy, their hearts racing, and their eyes meeting once more as the two shared a deep, sensual kiss. Izuku's cock throbbed inside of Yoshihara as it filled the condom's little protective bubble with cum, Yoshihara's insides twitching with want and desire. They pulled away from the kiss, Yoshihara letting go of Izuku's shoulders as Izuku fell backward toward the bed, his head hitting the mattress with a soft thump.
Yoshihara braced her fall with her hands, her body shivering with pleasure as her hands splayed across Izuku's bare, muscular chest. She lifted herself up from his cock, still stiff and hard, surprisingly, as the balloon at the tip of the condom was filled with cum, some of it even spilling over onto his tip. Izuku tilted his head just enough to see it, a small smile on his face as his head hit back with an unceremonious thud. "That…. Was… awesome…." Izuku spoke lazily, swallowing back a deep breath. "How are you feeling… Yoshihara….?" Izuku asked, looking at the love of his life with eyes filled with nothing but compassion.
Yoshihara let out a shuttered breath, rolling over to be beside Izuku. The two turned their heads to meet each other's eyes, both filled with tranquillity, both wanting more. "I could go…. For another round…" Yoshihara rasped, putting a hand on his red cheek, caressing it with a smile on her face.
Izuku's eyes wandered to the used condom, then to a trash can by the dresser. He slowly sat up, grunting as he did so. He grabbed the bottom of the green plastic protective device and removed it. He made sure to keep hold of it, not to drop it on the floor and make a mess. Walking over to the garbage can, he dropped it within then reached for the box of condoms, only to feel something grab his wrist. He blinked, looking over to Yoshihara, who was looking over at him, her eyes trained on him as his hand stopped in mid-air.
She had only manifested Killer Queen's hand, nothing more, and nothing less. That was all that was needed to stop Izuku from grabbing another condom. "No… I want to feel you inside me this time… Not plastic, but you, Izuku," Yoshihara begged, though it was more demanding than anything. It made him pause, blinking a hand full of times.
"But… Yoshihara. Even I know that's not a good idea. I-I mean… what if—"
"No "What-if," Izuku… don't think, just do…." Yoshihara teased, spreading her legs, and revealing her soaking wet pussy to him. "Come take it, it's all yours~"
Izuku hesitated for a split second, but blind lust won over in the end, driven by desire more than anything else. Rationality eluded him as he met Yoshihara on the bed, gently lifting her and taking her to the pillows, laying her down as he placed a hand underneath the center of her back, arching her slightly. Her legs moved out of the way for him as he placed his raw, throbbing cock on top of her wet pussy. She flinched, biting back a small moan.
"You tease… just put it in already~" Yoshihara moaned as Izuku smirked. He adjusted his dick to where the entry point had been, making Yoshihara tense up.
"Are you sure about this?" Izuku asked, looking at Yoshihara. All he needed to see was the desperate look in her eyes to know that this was exactly what she wanted. Putting his fears aside, he penetrated her for the second time in a half-an-hour, Yoshihara's breath hitching as he leaned into her, leaving a small gap between their bodies.
After a few seconds, Izuku began to thrust, rocking the bed as he did so. It started slow, his left hand on Yoshihara's left wrist, and his right hand underneath her back, lifting her slightly off the bed. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily with each thrust, moaning in between breaths.
Izuku felt his cock slide in and out of her in a rhythmic fashion. One, two, three. In, out, in, out. He was deliberately being slow because he didn't want to hurt her. He shifted his hand away from her wrist, and slowly moved it to under her chin, their faces close as they went in for a kiss. With each thrust, the kiss deepened, and with each passing second, the more pleasure they felt.
Izuku picked up the speed, thrusting faster, harder, making the bed rock more, and for Yoshihara to separate from the kiss, biting her lip as she stifled a gasp. She reached for her clit with a free hand and began to play with it, stimulating it as she panted, her breathing becoming laboured. She opened her eyes, and for a split second, Izuku could've sworn he saw hearts develop within them.
"Yes! Izuku, fuck~" Yoshihara cried out, her voice higher pitched than before, but not shrill, more or less excited. At this point, her brain had all but shut down, only taking in the pleasure of the experience she was receiving. Izuku felt nearly the same, his breathing ragged as sweat dripped from his forehead. He could taste it in his mouth, but he didn't care. He wasn't about to stop just because he got some sweat in his mouth. He was enjoying this too much.
He kept it at this pace for a while, periodically slowing down and then speeding back up when he noticed it made Yoshihara say his name more. Izuku removed his hand from her chin, taking his right hand and grasping her right wrist and moving her hand away from her clit. With his other hand, he grabbed the other wrist and pinned her to the bed, something Yoshihara didn't seem to be bothered by, especially considering her cheeks got redder because of it.
It devolved further from there, names no longer being spoken as the words started to become more vulgar, like: "fuck! "Oh, God!" or "Yes, fuck, please!" over and over again. They kissed deeply yet again, feeling each other's breath against their faces, their tongues duelling once again for a battle of dominance, all the while Izuku kept thrusting deep inside of her.
Unknowingly to Izuku, he had been hitting her G-Spot time and time again with each couple of thrusts. Yoshihara lost count of the number of times she came. She didn't care, though. She didn't care how many times she came, because she was enjoying herself. She was experiencing something mind-melting, something euphoric, and she didn't want it to stop.
With each passing minute, neither of them wanted to stop. In fact, the couple had been of the mindset that if they were stuck like this together, forever, neither of them would've minded. That was how entranced with one another they were, how close their bond had become.
But eventually, all good things had to come to an end, much to both of their dismay. Izuku's pace quickened, pulling away from Yoshihara's wet, succulent lips as he strained to keep himself composed. "Y-Yoshihara…! I-I…! I think I'm gonna cum!" Izuku cried out, trying hard to keep it in for as long as possible.
But Yoshihara didn't care. Instead, she raised her legs and locked him in around his waist, pushing him down using her strength, not saying a single word of warning as Izuku gasped, letting go of his focus as, with one last thrust, he felt his cock twitch inside Yoshihara, who moaned loudly, crying almost as Izuku all but fell on top of her in a sweaty heap of laboured breathing and pleasure-filled groans.
She held him there for what seemed like two to three minutes, both basking in their breathing, their hearts slowing down from all the adrenaline coursing through their veins. A wave of pure bliss washed over the two, the pair enjoying each other's company after something so vigorous. It was relaxing, hearing each other's ever-slowing heartbeats. Neither of them made a move to get one off the other. They simply lay like that, time slipping through their fingers as they did.
Eventually, their breathing became less heavy and more ragged. Yoshihara's legs slipped off of his waist, falling to the bed with an unceremonious thud, unhooking from one another; allowing Izuku to pull out his dick, which had finally gone limp. When Izuku removed his penis, white liquid dripped from his tip, while some of that same liquid spilled out of Yoshihara's pussy. "O-Oh my god… I… I'm sorry, I… I came inside, I—"
Yoshihara put a finger on his lips, assuring him with a smile on her face before removing the finger. "If I didn't want you to do that, I wouldn't have wrapped my legs around your waist, now would I?" Yoshihara rasped in between breaths. Izuku snaked his arm out from underneath her back, letting her fall to the mattress as he rolled off her. Both were breathing hard, though not as heavy as they had been during the act.
They lay there for what felt like 2, maybe 5 minutes. Izuku looked over to the dresser and saw the clock. They came into the room at 8:05 PM. It was now 9:10 PM. They had been at it for a whole hour, which had been the most shocking thing about it all. He came twice in an hour, once using a condom, and once raw. He looked over to Yoshihara, who was staring up at the ceiling, a content look on her face.
She seemed happy. That was something that Izuku never thought possible. The idea of Yoshihara being visibly happy without having to say it beforehand seemed outlandish to him. And yet, here it was. There were probably times she had been happy like this before, but he never got to see them. She was happy that they did this, which reassured him, knowing that this wasn't just something she thought about doing on a whim.
Izuku sat up, his breathing slowing, his heartbeat returning to a normal rate as he glanced over to Yoshihara, who looked at him. "H-hey… I'm going to take a quick shower to clean up. Uh… you should too… after me, then we can… I don't know, relax?" Izuku said, stammering slightly as Yoshihara smiled, nodding silently as her head hit the pillow.
With that, Izuku got up from the bed, exiting the room, gently opening and closing the door behind him as he walked to the bathroom, leaving Yoshihara all to her thoughts.
She felt warm, both inside and out. To say that she was happy was an understatement. She was practically euphoric right now. Why? Because she took it back. She took that feeling back from the dark and turned it into something she could positively reflect back on now, rather than look upon it with a scowl and a wad of spit.
For as long as she could remember, sex had been used against her, whether as a way to torture her in the form of those bastards who molested her as a child, to using it to get money at Akira's club, much to his chagrin. The world had held that over her head for all of her life. But right now? She was the one who got to control what happened. She was the one who got to confront the looming shadow of her trauma.
And what's more, she did it with someone she loved, and someone who loved her back. It wasn't as if she had fully healed. Of course not, those scars still remained, and her virginity had been stolen from her by someone that she never knew, nor cared to know at a very young age. It would take time for her to fully come to terms with what had happened to her in her past. It wasn't going to take one or two rounds of passionate sex with her boyfriend to scrub away all that pain. But at least now she could firmly say that she no longer had to solely relate the idea of sex with something dark, disgusting, and repulsive.
Some people might say that what they did was reckless. That doing something like that on their first date would take away the magic of it. But she didn't care what those people thought. It was their relationship. Their decision. Not anyone else. So what if it was reckless? So what if she let him cum inside of her? Her period was two days ago. She was fine. Besides, the chances of her getting pregnant weren't even in the double digits. There was no reason for her to believe that it was dangerous. She had assured herself of that.
When Izuku came back, he did with his lower half wrapped in a towel. When seeing him, Yoshihara slowly sat up, raking a hand through her hair as she smiled at him, the boy smiling back. "You are aware that tomorrow is a school day, right?" Yoshihara said, making Izuku blink.
"Oh… oh gods! My uniform is still at home!" Izuku practically panicked, earning a snicker from the blonde. She slowly inched off of the bed. When her feet touched the floor, she felt a surge of pain, catching herself with the help of Killer Queen, which grabbed the edge of the dresser. Izuku rushed over to Yoshihara's side, which earned him a slight smirk. "H-Hey, are you okay?"
"Oh… yeah. This happens. You were… surprisingly rough with me back there, you know? I think you might've pulled a few muscles in my body when you kept doing what you did," Yoshihara teased, making Izuku's face light up bright red.
"A-Ah… sorry...!" Izuku stammered as Yoshihara sighed, kissing him on the cheek as she accepted his help.
"I didn't say it hurt during the act, Izuku. This stuff happens regardless of what you do. It's like straining a muscle while running. There's no real difference. You don't have to apologize," Yoshihara said as Izuku helped her out of the room, guiding her to the shower room as she limped, using her right leg to give her a better balance.
Once she got to the bathroom, Izuku waited for her to be finished cleaning herself up. He went to the trouble of getting her something to wear. Though, when she came out, all wet from the shower with only very little dried off, she turned down his offer to put on some clothing. He ended up bringing it with him to the guest bedroom, where after swapping the blanket out for one in the closet, the two crawled into the bed.
They were exhausted, both from The Sports Festival, and their recent activities. Izuku had made sure to turn out the lamp and close the door, and as soon as they hit the pillow, not even two minutes later did the couple fall asleep, Yoshihara wrapping her arms around Izuku's waist, while he rested his arms underneath his pillow, smiling at feeling Yoshihara's body up against his back.
If either of them had to say anything about tonight, it would be that it was a success. Neither party regretted anything, and if they were given the chance to do it again, they'd do it in a heartbeat.
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