Between the Spreadsheets - Chapter 12 - maybekiri - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia (2024)

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Five months after Izuku Midoriya’s class graduated from UA, the first Hero Billboard Chart they were eligible for was released. The public was excited to see how the fledgling Pro-Heroes would rank, especially the Big Three: Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, and Shouto Todoroki. It didn’t come as a surprise when the trio broke into the top twenty for their very first Hero Billboard.

What did surprise many was that Deku ranked 17th, Shouto ranked 18th, and Dynamight ranked 11th. Some thought Dynamight had ranked higher than the other two because of his relentless work ethic. Some thought it was because of his history-making involvement during the war with All For One and the League of Villains. Some thought it was because he had an amazing quirk and his intense personality frightened criminals and gave hope to Japan’s citizens.

And some thought it was because of the scandal he was involved with a few weeks before the Hero Billboard Chart ranking was revealed. Any news is good news when a Pro-Hero’s popularity affects their ranking on the Hero Billboard. Even if it made the Hero in question infamous. Three pics had gone viral involving the hero Dynamight. The source who unearthed these three pics remained anonymous and it appeared they had hacked into Dynamight’s private technology to steal them. But once they were shared, it had been impossible to control their spread, try as Dynamight and his legal team might.

One pic of the Pro Hero ended up having a profound effect on pop culture. It was a pic of Katsuki Bakugou lying in bed, his upper torso bare. His right arm raised, his right hand draped over half of his face hiding it. Dynamight was grinning, the expression on his face described by some as “smoldering” and/or “sexy” and/or “shameless.” The simple picture had spread like wildfire due to Dynamight’s extreme efforts to protect his privacy and personal life. The public had not seen this side of him and the one snapshot had been sensationalized. Other celebrities and Pro-Heroes had even replicated the seductive pose in photoshoots and social media posts.

The other two pics which were believed to be taken around the same time as the first pic had amore sensitive subject matter. One would forever be known simply as ‘Dynamight’s Dick Pic.’ The third pic involved a partially nude unidentified blonde woman who was believed to have been in “correspondence” with Dynamight at the time the pics were snapped. Although the woman’s face was not captured in the pic, many speculated it was none other than Pro Hero Mount Lady due to her signature hairstyle caught in the frame. This caused quite a scandal seeing as Yu Takeyama, the Pro-Hero Mount Lady, was dating fellow Pro-Hero, Kamui Woods. The unidentified woman in the pic also had a tattoo of Bakugou’s gauntlet near her navel.

As the paparazzi hounded Takeyama she would only coyly smile and wink for the camera but she never confirmed or denied it was her who had been sexting Dynamight. The fact Takeyama was six years his senior and that some photographic analysts claimed the set of pictures were taken during Bakugou’s third year when he was still in high school added even more fervor to the already scandalous situation. “Show us your belly button! Show us the gauntlet!” became phrases that followed Takeyama around as she gave thepaparazzi a run for their money as they continued to beg her for any clue or confirmation she was Bakugou’s paramour.

On the few occasions someone had dared ask Dynamight if he had ever sexted Pro-Hero Mount Lady, he would spit in their face and yell the same three words. “Go fuck yourself.”

Momo

Momo awoke to the sound of birdsong. Alliance Heights backed up to dense woods so she was used to all the forest noises that emerged from the expanse of trees that ran back several acres until it hit the city. What she wasn’t used to waking up to, however, was Katsuki’s arm wrapped around her waist. Then she remembered she had had a terrible nightmare during the night and Katsuki had been there to comfort her. But why had he been lying right next to her in the first place?

Momo felt his arm tighten around her and pull her against him. His body was touching hers now, but she wasn’t sure if he was still asleep, half-asleep, or waking up. It was strange but so unbelievably pleasant, feeling his chest pressed against her back, to hear his breathing, rhythmic and comforting. To feel protected, in every sense of the word, in his embrace.

She realized suddenly they had not had this. Spooning. Cuddling. This tranquil closeness. This sort of intimacy that wasn’t sexual. The closest thing to this had been when they were lying next to each other and talking during the Truth or Dare night, when they were talking about how out of hand the game had gotten.

Momo had turned off her usual school morning alarm and set a later time for it to go off since it was the Saturday before the School Festival. UA always gave students that Saturday off as a holiday. They were to use the day to continue preparation for the activities they had planned for the School Festival. Since Momo and Katsuki were performing with the band, their weekly practices covered the needed preparation, but they had not had practice that week due to Momo and Tokoyami having workstudy on the day they usually practiced. So today they would practice before Katsuki had to leave for his work study. And Momo deflated as she remembered he would leave shortly after noon and be gone until noon the following day.

Katsuki hummed behind her and she felt his arm which must have been resting under and between them, worm its way under her side lying against the bed. Now both of his arms were wrapped around her snuggly.

“Mornin’, Princess,” Katsuki said, his words coming out slow and sleepy.

Gazing out into the room, trying to stir herself from falling back to sleep in her cozy cocoon, Momo answered, “Good morning.” She placed her hand on Katsuki’s arm, feeling his warm skin.

“How ya feeling? Sleep okay?” he asked, his voice sounding more his normal tone and cadence.

“I feel well. I slept soundly after falling back asleep. And you?”

“I’m good,” he said as he squeezed her gently.

“Thank you for last night,” Momo said, her words quieter than she meant but she was so comfortable, it lulled her to want to close her eyes and just bask in it.

“Hmmm?” Katsuki sounded behind her.

Momo turned toward him, his arms loosening, until she was lying on her opposite side facing him. His eyes were a bit puffy but his hair didn’t look any different than it always did. It must have taken a lot for it to flatten. “Thank you for staying last night, after I had that nightmare.”

Katsuki didn’t reply but he smiled at her, his expression still sleepy.

“Why did you come to my room in the first place?” She brought her hand up to his face and his cheek felt slightly scratchy, not as smooth as it normally did.

“I got a snack in the kitchen last night and Pikachu and Tail were up. They both had the same nightmare and the idiots were talking about it being related to the quirk mishap. What’s an NDA again?”

Momo sighed wishing her classmates were more careful. But she couldn’t be too upset with them. Their talking about it had led Katsuki to apparently spend the night with her in case she had it, too. “I’ll have to talk to Aizawa-sensei about this additional side effect.”

Katsuki hummed again and pulled Momo into him. She wrapped an arm around him and nestled under his chin.

“This is probably not the best idea. Cuddling on a bed has to be similar to kissing as far as intimacy.”

“Nah, cuddling is hugging, you said hugging was fine, remember?”

Momo hummed, doubt lacing the sentiment, but she also didn’t let go of him.

“I don’t wanna move,” Katsuki said, Momo feeling the words vibrating in his chest.

Suddenly Momo’s phone alarm blared at them from her desk. She tried to lift away from Katsuki, but he just squeezed her into his chest. She sighed and went limp, his arms going loose as she quit struggling but still holding her. Momo then tried to move away from him again but his arms tensed back up, baring her escape.

“Katsuki…” Momo said, her tone a bit chiding but she couldn’t be too mad at him. This had been a nice situation to wake up to. But she knew they would get in trouble if they stayed in her bed too much longer.

“That’s my 9:00 am alarm. I set it to remind me I need to quit studying after breakfast and get ready for band practice,” she said into his chest. She didn’t think she would still be in bed when she had set it the night before.

“Damn… 9:00? Half the mornin’s gone.” He gave a whining groan that made Momo smile and he let go of her.

She sat up and looked down at him. Katsuki’s face was less sleepy, but his expression was soft, eyes simmering instead of burning like they usually did when he was fully awake and moving around with his daily tasks. The morning sunlight now fully saturated the room and he looked beautiful in its mellow tone. His rough edges softened. The jagged scar on his right cheek from the war seemed to blend into his honeyed skin to where it was less visible.

Momo wanted to kiss his cheek, kiss his scar, kiss the tip of his nose and marvel at his beauty. But she pivoted away from him and climbed off her bed. That kind of worship in the morning sunlight would only lead to them messing around on her bed. Kissing was off limits anyhow she reminded herself.

She silenced her phone and she heard him sigh.

“How ‘bout I get changed real quick and I’ll come back and we can walk down together?” he asked from her dorm door before he left.

“That would be nice.”

*******

A few minutes later Momo was ready for the day and as she opened her door, he was standing in the hallway waiting for her.

They walked down the stairs, Momo reminding Katsuki they had band practice in an hour.

“I love how you’re tellin’ me that like I haven’t gotten two reminders on my phone about it already. Maybe you should tell that to Pikachu and Ears. They’re always fuckin’ late.” His voice echoed around them in the stairway, his volume loud and with its usual edge. But he was in a good mood. It made her realize how off he had been yesterday with all the things that had happened. She had missed his usual Katsuki self, even if it had only been a day.

As they went through the stairway door, they both stepped into the living area and were met with many voices, all boisterous, overlapping one another, the excitement palpable.

“Bakugou! Momo!”

“Just in time! We’ve been waiting to see the newest couple in Alliance Heights!”

“I’m still in shock! Are you shocked?!”

“I’m shooketh!”

“They thought they were so smooth the other night, Aizawa-sensei only went to the fourth floor so it’s not too big of a surprise,” Denki’s voice rang out, so full of self-satisfaction.

Momo stood rigidly in shock her eyes wide with surprise, and she could feel immense energy spilling from Katsuki who was standing right next to her. They had been found out.

“Let’s see if Momo or Bakugou pick up some paper towels and start cleaning the windows! We’re gonna figure out who your partner in crime is really soon, Eijirou!” Sero belted out as he looked over at Kirishima. Kirishima had a wad of paper towels in one hand, glass cleaner in the other, and he was cleaning the dorm windows.

Momo breathed out a sigh of relief. The class hadn’t discovered about her and Katsuki’s secret relationship. They were waiting to see who was on window duty with Kirishima.

Aizawa was one of the most amazing people Momo had ever met. He was truly the definition of heroic. He selflessly cared for their class and would literally die for any of them. But he was also a bit of a sadist. After they moved into the dorms first year, if couples were unlucky enough to be busted by Aizawa for breaking curfew he would force them to clean all the windows of Heights Alliance on the next day off from school they had.

Usually, the curfew breakers had been established couples at the time. Ojirou and Toru had been on window duty twice during their relationship, Midoriya and Ochako once during the three months they had been together, and Mina and Sero twice in the three weeks they had dated second year. But a couple of times it had been couples who were trying to keep their relationship a secret. Kyoka and Denki had been outed second year when they were caught washing windows one Sunday morning and that was also how the class had found out about Mina and Rikidou at the beginning of third year.

Momo and Eijirou?” Denki blurted out at Sero and then started to laugh. “Yeah, that’s hilarious! In Eijirou’s dreams!”

Momo couldn’t help but look at Denki with disappointment. “That’s not very nice, Denki-“

“Wait! What about Bakugou?!” Mineta said interrupting Momo, and everyone went silent and stared at Katsuki.

Katsuki lifted an unimpressed eyebrow at Mineta and walked into the kitchen ignoring everybody.

Denki snickered as Katsuki left the room.

“Well, that was more likely than Momo honestly…” Mineta said under his breath.

Kirishima sprayed the next window in the long bay of windows. It would take him and his “partner” in crime all day to clean every window in Alliance Heights.

“What if it isn’t someone from our class?” Ojirou asked.

“That’s very unlikely, but not outside the realm of possibilities. And they’d be in a lot more trouble for breaking curfew in a dorm that’s not even theirs,” Kyoka said sounding bored about the whole thing. She was scrolling on her phone on the couch.

“Come on, man! Just tell us! We’re gonna find out eventually!” Denki said as he threw a wad of paper at the back of Kirishima’s head.

Kirishima glared at him and then continued working on the windows.

Aizawa-sensei walked through the living room to the kitchen, Eri following him. “You better get started. Don’t leave Kirishima to do all the work.”

Everyone looked around the room confused at who Aizawa was addressing, Denki eyeing Momo suspiciously.

A disembodied sigh sounded near Kirishima as the wadded paper towels Kirishima was holding suddenly started to float through the air and began to clean the window pane Kirishima had already sprayed.

Shocked noises erupted in the living area.

“Oh my gawd, seriously?!?Toru!?” Denki said, sounding more stunned than excited.

“No wonder they were able to hide it so well,” Sero said.

“Please tell me you're wearing your invisible hero costume?” Kyoka asked eyeing the floating papertowels cleaning the window.

“I am, not that it matters, not like anyone can see anything,” Toru’s voice sounded, small and deflated.

Suddenly everyone looked at Ojirou who was sitting next to Kyoka on the couch. His face went scarlet, his expression wasn’t angry or embarrassed but Momo knew he was definitely not happy. He left the living area swiftly going through the stairway door.

An awkward silence filled the living area. Then it dawned on Momo that Toru and Ojirou had recently broken up and so had Kirishima and his girlfriend Mariko. And Mariko and Ojirou were now dating. It was a bit odd.

Momo felt bad for her friends being outed but it wasn’t like there was much she could do about it except to divert the attention. “Denki and Kyoka, don’t forget practice is in less than an hour. Mineta and Sero, since Kirishima has cleaning duty all day today you both will have to work on the dunking booth in his absence. Best to ask him now what needs to be done since he is the group leader of that project and then let Tsu and Mina know. This is the last day we will have to work on our School Festival projects.”

“Seriously, E! You get in trouble today of all days?” Mineta whined, but he and Sero started asking Kirishima questions about what needed to be done.

Momo went to the kitchen and was glad to find some breakfast was still left. She was worried it would all be gone with how late she had come down.

Momo filled her plate and was surprised to see Katsuki was sitting next to Hinata of all people and it looked like they were talking to each other. Momo tried to decide if she should sit with them. She thought back to the fight he had tried to pick with Katsuki and how ridiculous the two of them kept being about the other at Gym Theta.

Katsuki made eye contact with her and then nodded at the seat in front of him. She sat where he indicated and Katsuki spoke before he took a bite of his food. “Nightcrawler was telling me about how annoying you were in elementary school.”

Hinata immediately looked at Momo, his eyes wide with shock before he spoke. “I didn’t say that, I was-“

“Don’t get your panties in a wad,” Katsuki said to Hinata then chuckled. He grinned at Momo.

“Do not bother yourself. I know you would never say such a thing, Hinata.” She gave Katsuki a disapproving look.

Katsuki continued to grin as he ate his breakfast. Momo wondered why Katsuki had sat next to Hinata and was actively engaging with him in what looked like a friendly manner. Well, if one considered teasing friendly. Either way, Katsuki seemed like he was still in a good mood which was strange considering how things had ended between Hinata and Katsuki the night before.

“I just asked him if you were the teacher’s pet when you were younger.”

Hinata looked down at his food and blushed as he spoke. “I said you weren’t really a teacher’s pet even though you followed the rules and did what you were supposed to. You were more like… the class helper. You would always help everyone around you if they were struggling with something.” Hinata took a bite of his food but didn’t look at either Katsuki or Momo.

Momo couldn’t help but smile as memories flickered in her mind from grade school. Midoriya sat next to Momo and one of his eyebrows quirked up with something akin to suspicion at Katsuki and then Hinata.

Katsuki gave Midoriya a knowing smile. Momo wasn’t sure what it all meant, she was just glad no one was fighting.

“Oh, Hinata, I forgot to ask you if you would like to help out any of our class’s groups for the School Festival.”

“Yeah, no worries, Iida told me about it a few days ago.”

A surge of guilt swelled inside Momo. She was supposed to have told Hinata on Wednesday but forgot. Katsuki would be the death of her memory. He took up too much space in her mind.

“I’m part of the self-defense class. We’ll be teaching students a few self-defense moves. If you wanted to join our group,” Midoriya said, his voice strangely tentative, almost cold.

“Yeah, that’d be great, man. Thanks,” Hinata answered, his voice not as exuberant as it normally was.

The rest of their meal Katsuki and Midoriya argued (it was good-natured, but still a little too loud on Katsuki’s part) over who would win in a fight, ‘Silver-age All Might’ or ‘Golden-Age All Might.’ Momo could only glance apologetically at Hinata and as soon as she was done eating she went to clean her plate.

As she started to head to the band room, Eri bounded up to her. “Momo! Can you watch me tonight?” She smiled sweetly as Aizawa-sensei walked up behind her.

“A meeting came up. If you’re busy I can ask Midoriya. Should just be a couple of hours tonight,” Aizawa-sensei said.

“It would be my pleasure,” Momo answered. It would also be a perfect opportunity for her to speak with Aizawa about the shared nightmare tied to Komori’s quirk in private.

“We can work on braids! I’ve been practicing!”

Momo nodded at her with a smile. She confirmed the time she needed to be at the faculty dorm with Aizawa and then she headed to the band room, leaving Midoriya and Katsuki still trying to out ‘All Might fanboy’ the other.

She flipped the light on in the band room and straightened up a few items that had been left out. Momo realized the last time she had been in the band room was two weeks ago. The afternoon before she and Katsuki’s second session. They had only kissed up to that point. She remembered bringing her hand up and placing her palm against his palm, measuring their hands. His attempt at flirting. Momo smiled to herself and then she jerked with surprise as someone wrapped their arms around her from behind.

“Katsuki!” Momo gasped out louder than she meant as he wrapped her in his arms even tighter. He rested the side of his head against hers, his jaw pressed against her cheekbone. “Someone might walk in and see us…” Her heart began to race at their close proximity. She had not heard him come into the room, lost in her thoughts about him.

“I closed the door,” he said as he inhaled a deep breath and let it out as if he was finally relaxing after something tense.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Momo said as she placed her arms over his.

“This is hugging. You said hugging was fine.”

His body was pressed so firmly against hers, his hold possessive.

“Everything okay?” she asked thinking about the tenseness he seemed to let go of as he held her.

“It is now,” he said as he brought his lips to her temple. He didn’t kiss her there, but his lips touched her skin softly.

Momo thought back to the odd seating arrangements over breakfast. “Did you sit next to Hinata this morning?”

“Yeah I did. I needed to apologize for yesterday.” Momo was very surprised as Katsuki continued to speak, his voice raspy, yet pleasant at its low volume next to her ear. “He said he felt bad about what he did, too. Although I don’t believe a word of it, but whatever. So we’re cool I guess. Or as cool as we’ll ever be, he’s still a tool.”

Momo breathed out a soft laugh feeling that was a strange reaction but his holding her was making her thoughts fuzzy and her emotions overlapped each other so it was hard to discern the correct one at that moment. She heard the band room door open and Katsuki let go of her, shifting to where he was standing next to her, and rifled through the items on the table.

“Guess who’s ten minutes early?!” Denki sang behind them.

Momo turned to greet him with a smile while she heard Katsuki grumble, “Of course you’d be early today of all days, fuckin’ meddlesome-“

“Thank you, Denki,” Momo said as she walked over to her keyboards.

A few minutes later Kyoka and Tokoyami showed up and practice began.

It didn’t take long for Kyoka and Katsuki to get into it, although Momo couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t as abrasive as he normally was at practice.

“I’m not comin’ in early, Ears!” he said, his grin wide and obnoxious.

“I agree with Kyoka, you’re definitely coming in too early at the beginning,” Tokoyami said as he peered critically at Katsuki, his dark eyes glistening and reflecting the bright florescent lights that shone overhead.

“Let’s run it again,” Kyoka said with impatience, already seeming to be done with practice.

“We don’t need to waste more time!” Katsuki bellowed. “We should be working on that one song that Birdbrain here keeps flubbin’ the guitar solo on!”

Tokoyami crossed his arms and gave Katsuki an icy stare. Dark Shadow came up and to the side of Tokoyami and Momo was shocked when Dark Shadow nodded several times emphatically.

“See! Even your emo half agrees with me!” Katsuki said with a laugh and Kyoka lit into Katsuki about how he should mind his own business and concentrate more on his drumming. Tokoyami glared at Dark Shadow looking murderous at the betrayal.

Momo sighed as she glanced over at Denki who was smiling at her.

Momo played a little ditty on her keyboard, turning the volume loud enough to cut through the bickering.

Kyoka, Katsuki, Tokoyami, and Dark Shadow stopped fighting and looked over at her.

“We are losing precious time with this squabbling. May I suggest we run the first 30 seconds of the last song we played, and then move on to the next one on the playlist?”

Katsuki silently bit his lip with a sneer and Kyoka looked like she was about to pop, her face red, but she quit arguing.

“Kacchan, you need to chill, bruh!” Denki blurted out after Momo. “All three of you guys need to chill. Y’all need to be more like Yao-momo. Look at her sitting there. Very demure. Very mindful.”

Kyoka extended an earphone jack and rammed it in Denki’s ear. Denki screamed out as he fought her off.

“She wasn’t very demure or very mindful last night,” Katsuki said under his breath.

Momo's eyes went wide as she stared at him, a slight smirk curving into his cheek. She glanced away from him and saw Tokoyami was trying to pull Kyoka off of Denki, but Dark Shadow was looking right at Momo and he silently cocked his head to the side.

Momo immediately looked away and checked her sheet music, even though she didn’t need to. She didn’t want anyone to see her blush. Eventually, Tokoyami separated Kyoka and Denki and band practice continued a little less contentious than before. Maybe they were like small children Momo thought to herself wondering if they just needed to get their wiggles/digs out.

They finally wrapped up their practice after miraculously getting through all the songs on the playlist. Katsuki picked up his tattered notebook from his duffel bag that he had been writing band notes in since their School Festival first year and he and Kyoka started reviewing their session. As Momo left the room she and Katsuki made eye contact briefly and he smiled at her.

Momo lifted her chin and looked away, her expression feeling very rigid, her mouth going lax and not conveying a glint of a smile. She heard him chuckle at her cool expression and she continued up the stairs to her dorm. She didn’t mind his teasing her but she did mind it in front of others when they were trying to keep things a secret. Dark Shadow was definitely paying attention to what Katsuki had said and seemed suspicious.

Momo tidied up her dorm and tried to study on her bed. She had her phone lying next to her face up so she would see and hear any texts. After an hour and very little studying and a lot of phone watching and even staring at her door hoping to hear knocking sounding on the other side, she finally sighed and picked up her phone. She texted Katsuki.

Momo: Did you already leave for workstudy?

She couldn’t help but feel a little spurned. Why had he not come by to tell her goodbye? Or at the very least text her goodbye? Then she thought she had been rather silly the last hour. She could have easily texted him or called him. Momo sighed realizing she was displaying immature behavior, seemingly wanting Katsuki to pursue her instead of just being upfront that she was the one that wanted to see him.

Momo: I wanted to walk you to the train station.

There. She felt a little better about it.

A knock suddenly sounded at the door and she slid off her bed and went to open it. Katsuki was standing there wearing street clothes and a jacket, a backpack on his back, and he was clutching his hero costume case in his right hand.

“I was tied up… Grape Nuts and Post-it Note fucked up the dunking booth so I had to help them unfuck it up since Eijirou’s washing windows n’shit. I’m leaving now if you wanted to…” His annoyed expression melted away as he looked at her, his face relaxing until he appeared calm. It reminded her of how he looked lying in her bed that morning. “If you wanted to walk with me to the station.”

Momo nodded at him and smiled as she grabbed a jacket out of her closet. As they walked down the hall, she wondered if that unsettling yet exhilarating feeling of staticky excitement deep in her gut that Katsuki sometimes gave her would ever stop.

She walked next to him, the usual bustle of the city outside of UA absent since it was the weekend. They didn’t speak but she couldn’t help but notice Katsuki seemed distracted.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said glancing at her, his expression losing some of its tenseness. “Just thinking about work study stuff. I have to do that goddamn mandatory safety seminar this afternoon with the rest of ‘Jeanist’s employees. Like, yes I know I can’t leave my grenades around the office. Yes, I am aware my quirk is a fire hazard and not to use it around flammable shit. It’s a waste of time.”

“I am sorry,” Momo said but then couldn’t help but add, “But please consider not all heroes-in-training and heroes are created equal with their awareness when it comes to safety. How many times has the dorm’s fire sprinkler system at Alliance Heights been activated due to smoke or a fire?” Twelve times in two years was twelve times too many. And Momo was sure each time had siphoned a year off of poor Tenya’s life.

Katsuki shook his head with a snicker and then he shifted his case to his other hand. Momo thought for a moment he was going to hold her hand until a small group of teenagers started walking toward them and their faces lit up with recognition as their gazes fell on Katsuki.

“Dynamight…” one guy said as he froze in his tracks and stared at Katsuki star struck. Momo knew Katsuki loved adoration when it came to the public at large. He annoyingly and openly gloated when their class watched news footage of civilians and heroes alike singing his praises and waxing poetic about the amazing hero Dynamight.

Katsuki, however, hated when his ambiguous and distant fanbase became individuals that approached him and talked to him. He had taken far too many classes, some regular UA curriculum, some as punishment for his public relations transgressions, about how to handle fan interactions. Yet he still struggled to not come off as a prick. Some people thought it was because he was arrogant. Momo knew that was part of it. But she knew it mainly came from a place of him not feeling worthy of the praise. He still struggled with his own feelings of worthiness and inferiority when it came to being a hero, specifically the hero who still thought he had ended All Might’s career.

Katsuki kept walking, but the guy kept talking. “I can’t believe it’s really you! I go to the neighborhood high school and hoped I would run into you someday around town…” Katsuki stopped in his tracks, pinched his mouth tightly for a second, and Momo couldn’t help but smile coyly thinking he was so immature with how he was still dealing with this aspect of being a hero. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do but she hoped her presence would help him be calmer than usual.

Katsuki turned toward the group, but he didn’t smile. “What’s your school?” he asked, sounding intense but not belligerent.

The guy’s eyes went wide with surprise and excitement, as did his classmates. “Um… we’re all third years at Musutafu Municipal High School.”

“That’s just down the street from UA, right?” Katsuki asked, his voice softening a tiny bit.

The guy nodded enthusiastically and grinned.

“We can see Gym Gamma from our campus. We can…even hear some of you guys training sometimes,” a girl with curly hair said.

“Some of us are louder than others,” Katsuki said with a lopsided smile and that was met with chuckles and grins from the group.

“And you’re Creati… I’m such a huge fan!” the same girl who spoke before said as she turned toward Momo, her blue eyes wide with wonder. “It’s really an honor to meet you.” Momo was seldom recognized when she wasn’t wearing her hero costume. Momo took a couple of steps until she was standing next to Katsuki and she couldn’t help her face heating up as she thanked her.

Momo and Katsuki talked to the Musutafu Municipal students for a few minutes, Momo marveling with how almost charming Katsuki was being. She couldn’t help but smile at him as he answered some simple questions about the hero course at UA and his hero work study. As Katsuki talked, he inched closer and closer to her in a way that Momo didn’t think he was aware he was doing it. Then, a couple of times she had felt Katsuki’s fingers brush against hers as he talked. She thought he would hold her hand subconsciously, his fingers lingering and almost linking with hers a few times absentmindedly as he spoke. Goodness knew she had to keep her own hand from wanting to hold his.

Her gaze met another girl in the group, a blonde, who was standing next to the curly-headed girl. The blonde girl kept looking back and forth between Katsuki and Momo and their hands and the girl’s face went scarlet. Then she stared at Katsuki, but it was in a different way than how the others were looking at him. Her eyes were twinkling with intense admiration, and she almost looked pained the way her brows were furrowed.

“I gotta catch a train so, y’all take it easy,” Katsuki said to the group and that was met with reluctant groans as he and Momo started walking away. The Musutafu Municipal students’ faces were all grins as they said goodbye except the one blushing girl. She stood silently, a contemplative look on her face, and while everyone else was looking at Katsuki, she was looking at Momo, a wistful look in her eyes.

As they continued on to the station Momo couldn’t help but wonder now how many girls and women swooned over Katsuki. She had not really thought of that before since a lot of that kind of attention went to Kirishima, Sen Kaibara, Todoroki and other hero course students.

“You’ve changed a lot with how you interact with fans now. I’m glad you won’t be getting any more reprimands due to unpleasant behavior.” He had come a long way.

“That’s literally the first time it has gone down well.”

Momo laughed softly. “Really? Hopefully it will be a new trend.”

“With you standing next to me, maybe it will be.”

Momo felt the warmth spread in her chest and at her cheeks at his statement.

They made it to the station and Momo sighed as they approached his gate.

Katsuki stood in front of her and held her hand, the crowd around them moving to their destinations not paying them any heed.

“Can I call you tonight?” he asked, his expression serious.

Momo couldn’t help but smile at his change in countenance, as if their parting was something more dire than just being away from each other for twenty-four hours. “A call over a text? That’s very unlike you.” She knew Katsuki hated talking on the phone. He’d rather communicate via text and that was only if he absolutely had to communicate in the first place. “Yes, you may call me tonight. I look forward to it.”

He leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek, Momo holding her breath at the display of affection. Clasped hands in a busy train station might be hard to catch by passersby but a kiss? Katsuki also wasn’t wearing a hoodie up and over the back of his head hiding who he was. “Quite a risk you’re taking doing that out in the open,” Momo said as he retreated, her words a bit more breathy than she was expecting. “Also no kissing allowed per the sex study. Remember?”

“That kiss wasn’t romantic, it was friendly so it’s allowed. Anyone seeing us, we just look like friends. Can’t a guy kiss his friend goodbye?” He grinned now, dropping the seriousness from before.

“So, you kiss Kirishima like that?”

“Sure, why not? Just kissing the homies goodnight.”

“You sound like Denki.”

He scoffed, “Shit, don’t say that. God, what in the hell is wrong with me? Talking polite as fuck to my fans and saying typical teenage shit like an extra.”

The train sped into the station, they were close enough to it to feel the buffeted air from its arrival. Momo wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him goodbye. It was supposed to just be a quick, platonic, friendly, hug. But Katsuki wrapped his arms around her, pressing her against him, his strong hands at the small of her back.

“This is your influence,” he said into her hair. She felt his hot breath at the side of her head. “Making me so damn happy I’m acting like an idiot.” After several seconds he finally let go. “I should be done sometime after 9 tonight. I’ll call you around then.”

Momo walked back to campus deciding to keep herself busy so the time without Katsuki would pass quickly. It would be a perfect time to catch up on studying and even tutoring her friends. After the School Festival she would be back to her weekly tutoring sessions on Sunday mornings anyway.

When she got back to Alliance Heights she retrieved her backpack from her room and then went downstairs to the dining tables to study and help anyone if they needed it. It didn’t take long for Sero and Mina to sit next to her with their Calculus notes.

After an hour though they were done and hungry so she joined them and Kyoka and Shinsou for lunch off campus at a nearby deli. After that Kyoka talked Momo into heading to the gym for some conditioning and she regretted it when they were done because she was already sore. She realized she had not worked out a single time since her and Katsuki started their sex study. She normally exercised on her own at least twice a week outside of the school’s curriculum.

Speaking of their sex study, after the gym Momo returned to her room to gather her toiletries and change of clothes for after her shower, but she got side-tracked. She got on her laptop and typed out a new addendum to add to the ‘rules’ section of her sex planner. It went over the additional rules Katsuki and Momo had talked about Friday night in the laundry room. No kissing and no impromptu sessions. Momo printed two addendums out, one to add to her planner, and one to give to Katsuki later to add to his. She pushed the tab, opening up the rings, and added the sheet to the binder.

She took a very long shower afterward, and by the time she got dressed and ready it was dinner time. Soon she’d be on the phone with Katsuki. Momo smiled to herself realizing he had really just taken over her life in so many ways. And she was glad she had kept busy because the day was flying by.

After dinner, she headed to the faculty dorm to babysit Eri. Containers of hair ties, ribbons, and bobby pins were already on the coffee table in the living room of Aizawa-sensei’s suite along with a brush and different sized combs. Eri was very prepared for a braiding lesson. Since Eri mastered the headband braid recently, Momo thought she could probably handle a crown braid.

Aizawa had moved a large oval mirror he had on the wall and placed it on the couch before he left so Eri could watch Momo as she braided Eri’s hair. After about twenty minutes she was done and Eri looked every bit the princess with her braided crown.

“Your turn!” Eri said with excitement as Momo sat on the floor in front of the coffee table and Eri started to braid her hair. It took Eri a bit longer than Momo and the braid wasn’t as tight as the one Momo did, but she still did an excellent job for her first attempt. “We’re both princesses, Momo!”

Eri’s statement made Momo immediately think of Katsuki.

Eri took a selfie of herself and Momo with Momo’s phone and sent it to Aizawa-sensei. He replied with a text.

Aizawa Shouta: cute

Eri had already left the room to gather things for their next activity. While Eri sought after her supplies, Momo texted Katsuki the pic of her and Eri.

Katsuki: cute

Momo laughed softly at the similar replies. She realized Katsuki was probably rounding after the safety seminar. She hoped he would stay safe.

Eri laid out what Momo first thought were stickers but on closer inspection she realized they were temporary tattoos. They were meant for children, all fun and whimsical designs. “We’ll need some warm water,” Momo said as she went to the kitchen and filled a bowl. Eri returned with a couple of washcloths, handtowels, and some scissors.

“Which tattoo would you like? The unicorn is very pretty,” Momo said.

Eri sighed suddenly looking a bit forlorn. “I told Daddy I wanted a tattoo like his, but he said I was too young. So he got me these and I like them I guess, but I was wanting something more like what he has. These are all kinda cutesy, not cool like the one he has.”

Momo’s interest was piqued. She wasn’t aware her ever-weary sensei had a tattoo. She didn’t want to pry but she could make fake tattoos that were more like what Eri wanted. She thought it would be rude to ask her what Aizawa-sensei’s tattoo was so she decided she would give her some ideas and then make them for her. She had made fake tattoos before during some of her undercover cases she had helped with during her work study. And for some of 3A’s girls’ nights.

“I can make some tattoos for you, Eri. How about a tattoo that encircles your upper arm that looks like Midoriya’s Blackwhip? Or perhaps Katsuki’s gauntlet?”

Eri’s little face immediately lit up. “Really?!?”

Momo nodded with a smile.

She made several sheets of temporary tattoos with her quirk, making a variety of them based off her classmates’ quirks that looked cool. Along with the strip of Black Whip, she made grenades and gauntlets, lightning bolts, Dark Shadow, a heart that was half jagged ice and half flame. After Eri’s arms were adorned with several different fake tattoos they decided to watch a movie.

A short time later Aizawa-sensei returned back to his suite. “Look, Daddy! I have tattoos that are cool, like yours!” When he saw Eri’s arms he gave Momo an amused look, the slightest of smirks and a barely raised eyebrow. Momo spoke to Aizawa in the kitchen out of ear-shot from Eri about the shared nightmare she, Denki, and Ojirou had experienced. He nodded at her and said he would get that newly discovered information to the appropriate parties.

Momo then said her goodbyes, Aizawa hastily giving her the leftover temporary tattoo sheets when Eri wasn’t looking. “She’ll have them all over the rest of her body, including her face by tomorrow if you don’t take them,” he muttered under his breath.

“Of course, my apologies, sensei,” she said as she smiled apologetically at him. She took the tattoos, placed them in her backpack, and returned to her dorm.

Momo stood in front of her mirror and started undoing the braid because she didn’t think it would be comfortable to sleep in. She then brushed her hair out and when she was finished, she pulled her phone out of her backpack and lay on her bed. Her heart began to race when she saw it was close to nine. She replied to some texts on her phone, checked her email, and then her phone rang.

She quickly answered it. “Good evening,” Momo said trying to keep the eagerness out of her voice. She didn’t think it was proper behavior to come across so needy.

“Hey, Princess.”

Momo rolled on her back grinning freely upon hearing the sound of his voice, the word ‘Princess’ filling her with such happiness on top of everything else. So much for trying to be reserved and ladylike.

“How was your patrol?”

“Good. Stopped a robbery, wasn’t just a small time criminal either. Tokyo PD has been tryin’ to get this guy for months.”

“That’s great to hear.”

“Felt good after sitting through that boring-ass seminar.”

“Anything note-worthy covered?” Momo asked as she stretched a little, getting comfortable on her bed.

“What do you think?” he asked then snickered.

Momo sighed out of contentedness, the familiarity of their conversation making her feel so relaxed. She looked up at the canopy of her bed above her, the fabric appearing a warm beige instead of the stark light grey it was in reality due to the lighting of her room. It was dim with the overhead light being off and just a soft light filled the space from one of her lamps. One of the lamps she had made for that very first kissing session which felt like a lifetime ago.

“You are probably tired. I can let you go if you like.” She felt a little guilty knowing she was keeping him up past his usual bedtime. “I’m assuming you are on standby tonight? You should try and get some rest in the standby dorm at the agency while you’re not needed.”

Momo heard him take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m not on standby tonight. Agency pulled me from being on call. I’ll go in early in the morning though and take calls in the dispatch center.”

She sat up abruptly. “What happened? Did you get injured?” She failed at keeping the concern out of her voice. That was usually the reason pros and heroes-in-training got taken off being on call/standby and it also explained his dispatch center duty the next morning.

He lightly chuckled. “I wasn’t gonna say anything but you had to ask. Nothing to worry about, Princess. Just superficial injuries, but y’know how strict they are with hero-trainees getting injured. Fuckin’ ridiculous but can’t complain because I get to talk to you uninterrupted now. And I don’t have to try and sleep at the agency in the standby dorm with extras.”

Momo breathed out a scoff that was part tenseness leaving her at his relaxed attitude, part exasperation with Katsuki and his use of ‘extras’ for other pros and trainees, and part irritated that he was probably downplaying his injuries for her sake.

She slowly lay back down on her bed again. “Where are you if you’re not at the agency?”

“I’m lyin’ on a king-sized bed that’s comfy as fuck in some fancy-ass hotel room down the street. I think you’d approve, the bathroom is bigger than our dorm rooms.”

Momo knew Katsuki was saving up for all the expenditures he expected after he graduated. Third years got a stipend from their work studies but it barely covered their fees and other hero course expenditures. Tokyo was an expensive city to live in and Katsuki was thinking ahead.

Momo felt a tightness in her chest as she suddenly thought about Katsuki after graduation. More specifically her and Katsuki after graduation. She pushed the thought out of her mind before it overwhelmed her. “That is probably expensive, make sure you get compensated by the agency. They will cover it since you are working in the morning.” Momo knew all the work study rules.

“Sure thing, Princess.”

Momo sighed, knowing he wouldn’t. “The room has a bathtub I take it? You should have a soak. It will probably be a whirlpool tub so the jets should be soothing for your injuries,” she said trying to keep the wryness out of her voice since she suspected he was hiding the actual state of his injuries.

“Tempting, but I’m pretty comfortable where I’m lyin’ at the moment. And I was thinking…” his voice had lowered its volume, becoming soft and raspy. “Maybe we could have a little fun.”

A rush of heat flared up from the pit of her stomach and set her skin alight. And then she felt embarrassed wondering if he hadn’t meant something sexual. Was she really this latently horny now? That she was making nonsexual things sexual?

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You know what I mean,” he said, the statement lined with humor and teasing.

Clarification granted she thought to herself. Her face was so hot, she felt like she couldn’t breathe so she lifted her chin and took a deep breath.

“God, I already got you excited, huh?” he said with a light laugh.

“How….” Could Katsuki read minds now?

“You’re breathing heavy, I can hear it over the phone.” His voice was filled with good-humor even though it was still low and husky. Another detonation at the center of her body spread out in an unrelenting wave to her fingers and toes.

Arousal overtook her embarrassment of Katsuki seeing right through her. “What ‘fun’ did you have in mind?”

“Phone sex.”

Momo slowly sat up, the word ‘sex’ finally making her logic kick in over her lustfulness. “No impromptu sessions,” she said, her voice not as stern as it should have been, but he would get her message that she was being serious. She didn’t want them getting in over their heads.

“I’m just correcting your oversight. Oral sex, intercourse, but no phone sex? Guess we have to amend the schedule. So if we add an extra session, tonight would be a good night. Two nights after the previous session and two nights before the next session. Fits in perfectly, Princess.”

Momo couldn’t help to feel the slight of his ‘correcting her oversight.’ A retort wanted to push its way out of her lips. But part of her very much wanted to have phone sex with Katsuki. She wasn’t sure what this ‘phone sex’ consisted of but she wanted to find out.

Her rational thought however was being a difficult, rule-following bitch. It tried to take over, trying to tamp down the hunger growing inside her. “I just think… it would be dangerous. Sexting and sending provocative videos and pictures are unwise things to do. As hero course students, our phones are more at risk of being infiltrated by others. We’ve had quite a few seminars and even course instruction about this, Katsuki.” Her tone was disapproving like she was scolding him for choosing the wrong course of action in a hero course simulator.

“That’s why we don’t send pictures or videos or even texts. We just talk.”

“Just talk.” Momo repeated the words, like she was trying to talk herself into it. Speaking over the phone was a lot less risky as far as sharing information. That had been covered in their hero course, too.

And Momo’s growing hunger came back with a vengeance with those words. “It is settled. The schedule is amended and phone sex has been added.” She swallowed, trying to calm herself. “So, what do we ‘just talk’ about then?” Momo asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. They were really going to do this. What would this ‘phone sex’ entail though? She slowly lowered herself back down, lying back on her bed and plush pillows as the stirrings inside her started to build back up again.

He hummed deeply before he spoke. “Maybe start with telling me what you’re wearin’?”

Momo covered her mouth with her free hand to muffle laughing she couldn’t help.

“Are you giggling?” Katsuki asked sounding almost astonished. “I’ve never heard you make that noise. Your little soft ladylike laughs, sure, but what the hell was that noise? Like a fuckin’ demonic giggle.” She could tell he was grinning widely the way he spoke.

She gave a little groan of embarrassment, her nerves making her feel uneasy and she rolled over and buried her face in her pillows for several moments. Momo resurfaced eventually. “I am sorry,” she managed. “It just seems so silly and awkward…”

“Is it silly and awkward to tell you I’m naked?”

Momo stilled at his words and placed her free hand on her upper chest, her heart suddenly racing. “No,” she answered with a whisper. She closed her eyes to better picture him. Lying in a huge posh bed in a fancy suite. His body bathed in dreamlike tones, parts of him softened by the warm dim light, other parts of him sharp from the shadows that defined some of his muscles in rich contrast.

“So I’ll ask you again, what are you wearin’? Then after that maybe you can tell me how you’re taking it off.”

Momo swallowed her eyes still closed, the embarrassment much lessened from her system, arousal taking over. “I’m wearing…” Momo was wearing black, high-waisted, tailored trousers and an off-white high-collared blouse. The outfit was chic and simple, but it definitely wasn’t very sexy. “Would you give me a minute or two to change into something more appropriate?”

“Shouldn’t you change into somethin’ inappropriate?”

“Katsuki,” she said, her voice lilting with disapproval but she was smiling despite herself.

He chuckled. “Fine. Don’t take too long though or I’ll start without you.”

Momo tossed her phone on the comforter and flew off her bed. Less than two minutes later she was wearing the negligee she had created the night of their second session and a satin black thong and nothing else.

She climbed back on her bed, a little out of breath as she brought the phone back to her ear.

“Welcome back, Princess.”

She lay back on her bed trying to slow down her light panting.

“No need to rush,” he spoke, his words slow, breathy, and light, it was hard to believe it was him. “I’m just lyin’ here. Touching myself.”

She felt a pleasurable tingle run up her spine at the words. “So you started without me,” she said as she settled into a comfortable position.

“Couldn’t help it. Was picturing you takin’ all your clothes off and slippin’ into something scandalous.”

Momo hummed in response. “I see.”

“So?” he asked softly.

“Hmmm?” Momo hummed the question.

“What ya wearin’?”

Momo’s thoughts were so scattered, the whole situation pushing her outside of her element of always being prepared. That part of it oddly fueled her exhilaration even if she felt like she was being so clumsy at the moment.

“I am…wearing the negligee I wore during our second session.”

She heard him breathe out in such a way that made her think he was pleased.

“Do you remember what it looked like?” she asked, curious.

“Of course I remember. I think about that night all the time. Everything about that night.” Momo’s comforter felt cool on her molten skin, his words compounding her need. “Wearin’ anything else?”

Momo swallowed. “Yes. A satin thong.”

“Fuck, really?” He paused for a few moments. “Damn, I wish I could see you.”

“You will just have to imagine it,” Momo said, wanting to sound coy but she was too rattled for it to come out that way.

“Oh, I can imagine it…” he let out a deep breath slowly and Momo rested her free hand on her stomach. The satin still felt cool, not having been on her body long enough to heat up.

“I’d be grabbin’ your ass and squeezing your cheeks, pullin’ you against me…”

Momo scrunched up the fabric of the satin in her hand and a pulse of heat blossomed between her legs. An overriding thought practically blared in her ears. I am having phone sex with Katsuki Bakugou. For as flustered as he could be at times with talking about salacious subject matter, he could also put that filthy mouth of his to good use, uttering sexy things in the moment that made her heart race. She remembered she also seemed to ping pong between those extremes as well. Momo needed the reminder she could have a dirty mouth, too. Not as dirty as Katsuki’s, but she had said things that had made Katsuki blush.

“Tell me how you’re touching your cock.” Momo’s cheeks felt like they were on fire as she spoke the words. A little embarrassment, a little shame, and a whole lot of lust causing her reaction to her own words.

He hummed with pleasure. “Just stroking it slowly, wantin’ to hear you say ‘cock’ again…”

Momo rolled over and buried her face in her pillow again, embarrassment getting the better of her. How was he so much better at this than she was? She needed to get her head in the game. To let go of whatever was keeping her wound up in knots.

Momo surfaced again and closed her eyes. She decided she would imagine Katsuki as vividly in her mind as she could. That was the whole reason people had phone sex, correct? To immerse themselves into the experience. And to connect over a long distance. At least that was what she learned from the little bit she had read about it during her sex research.

Eyes still closed, she pictured Katsuki lying on the spacious bed, holding his phone up to his ear, his eyelids heavy with the pleasure he was giving himself. Red irises barely visible, but they still flickered brightly with the tension building inside him. And his hand running up and down his length, his whole body exposed and on display just for her and her lascivious thoughts.

“If I was there, how would you want me to touch your cock?” She felt a pulse of heat run through her again but embarrassment didn’t fuel this fire. Momo pictured herself climbing up on the bed, lying next to him, running her hand up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh slowly, barely touching him. His abdomen would spasm at her touch.

Momo heard Katsuki draw in a long breath and slowly release it, his reaction going right to her achy core where it lightly throbbed. She didn’t want to touch herself just yet though.

“Like how you touched me the other night in my room, it felt fuckin’ amazing,” he said his voice not quite a whisper, but it was breathy and light.

She thought about that night on his bed and decided to speak before her mind shut down the words she wanted to say. “Touching you felt very good, you were so hot and hard, but your skin was so soft. Like velvet. I liked… running my thumb over your tip and…”

His breathing had increased with her speaking. “And?” he whispered this time.

“And I liked the feel of your… pre-cum on my hand… and how it felt when I… smoothed it down you…” Momo swallowed heavily and noticed the increase in her own quickened breaths.

“Shit…you really liked that?” he asked, his throaty words catching on each other like he was out of breath.

“Yes. I loved it. I loved every moment of it,” she answered hearing the swell of arousal in her voice.

And then he gave out a low moan and Momo’s free hand glided down the smoothness of her negligee until she hit the lace hem and then she went under it. Her fingertips made contact with her pulsing core over her panties and she gasped in a sharp breath at how sensitive she was.

“You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?” he whispered. She swore she could feel his husky words at her ear but she knew that was impossible.

“Yes,” Momo breathed out.

“Under your panties?”

“Not yet.”

“You should.”

She heard him swallow. Momo moved her hand, still outside her panties, but lower over her entrance and found the satin saturated with her slick. Katsuki had turned her on so much, just talking to her over the phone. And then she remembered those times she had asked him to talk to her during their sessions. It was at that moment she realized something about her own sexuality. “Tell me.” The skin at the back of her neck prickled as she spoke. “Tell me how to do it.”

There was a pause and then silence. Momo worried for a second maybe she shouldn’t have asked him. Did she cross some line? She heard Katsuki draw in a breath and quickly release it. “Are you touchin’ your clit or your pussy?”

Momo couldn’t help but hum out a throaty sound of surprise and arousal. It rumbled in her throat and before she could stop herself with hesitation she quickly answered.

“My pussy.”

“Slip your fingers under your panties from the side.”

Momo did it, her fingertips delicately fondling her hot, wet flesh, slightly swollen from her arousal. It was easy to imagine her fingers were Katsuki’s as she traced her opening, her back arching slightly, reflexively.

She licked her dry lips. “I completed the task.”

“What does it feel like?”

She hummed again, this time it sounded more like a moan and she bit her bottom lip gently. Her chest burned, making her feel a complicated emotion she couldn’t make sense of along with lust that was overspilling at the brim. She searched for words as she gently touched her folds, her entrance, and then she shut her mind off. She said the first things that coalesced in her thoughts. “Warm… slippery…and achy.”

Katsuki inhaled, deep and sudden, like he had been holding his breath.

“Slide it in, Princess. I want to hear you.”

Momo didn’t hesitate slipping her index finger into her slick, silken entrance, a quivering moan pushing past her lips. Her legs fell open and her whole body tensed. She felt sweat slipping from the crease of her elbow from the arm that was holding the phone to her ear and she felt moisture collecting at the small of her back. She slowly brought her finger back out of her now dripping heat and she arched her back as her nethers throbbed.

“I wish I was lyin’ next to you, that I was the one fingering your pussy,” he rasped into her ear. “Touch your clit.”

Momo slipped her hand away from the side of her panties, and then slipped her fingers under the top of her panties, immediately rubbing her core with slippery fingertips. A breathy cry escaped out of her, the noise shameless and indulgent.

“Goddammit… you’re so fuckin’ sexy…” Katsuki was panting and Momo sank into the sound.

“I want to feel you. I want to see you so badly,” Momo said her head swimming with visions of Katsuki working himself, the pace of his stroking increasing, nearing that precipice of release.

As Momo touched herself, lost in her thoughts, she realized Katsuki had gone quiet.

“Katsuki?” her voice was hoarse and came out in a whisper, so she cleared her throat and said his name again.

She quit touching herself, pulling her hand away from her panties, wondering maybe if Katsuki had dropped the phone and climaxed?

Suddenly she heard his voice on the line. “I sent you something.”

“What?” she asked a bit confused.

“Since I can’t be there, since you can’t see me or touch me, I texted you something.”

Momo held her breath for a few moments suddenly feeling a bit like a deer in headlights.

“You gonna look at it?”

“Hold, please,” Momo said and then winced, feeling very unsexy with how she answered him. She didn’t want to break the very sensual mood they had been building. She was a bit terrified to see what he sent her. Would he send her a compromising pic? Her hands were sweaty as she brought the phone away from her ear and hit the text message icon.

Momo gasped. It was a pic of Katsuki’s hardened dick, his hand gripping the base of his length, his chiseled abs the perfect backdrop.

“Katsuki!” Momo practically choked out with shock. With great self-control because her hands were now shaking she brought the phone back to her ear.

“You like it?” he asked in a gravelly tone.

“I…” Part of her wanted to reprimand him. What if someone got a hold of the pic? Then she realized his face wasn’t in the picture and there seemed to not be any other identifying marks, not like she was paying that much attention to anything other than his gorgeous cock though when she was taking in the pic.

“Yes.” Her whole body pulsed. “I like it,” she said and then swallowed. She had touched Katsuki the previous night and days before that as well. She had run her hand up and down his length, stroking him, watching him as he came. She knew what he felt like, what he looked like. The memory of him was still vivid in her mind. Yet seeing the pic had startled her to her core and made her burn inside.

Momo thought her reaction didn’t make sense with how intimate they had been previously until the thought crossed her mind: Katsuki Bakugou, Pro-Hero Dynamight, just sent me a dick pic.

She drowned in the heat of her arousal, surprised she could be so turned on by one single thought.

“I’m glad you like it,” his satisfied voice sounded in her ear.

Phone sex might have been one of Katsuki’s most brilliant ideas up to this point. This had no right to be so sexy. Through the haze of her arousal, Momo realized the playing field wasn’t even. She was in awe that her competitive spirit was one of the few things that could cut through her lust at the moment grounding her.

“Well, you showed me yours, so I suppose I must show you mine,” Momo said, her voice not breathy like it had been, but still thick and husky.

“Wait… Momo! I don’t want ya to get in trouble-” Katsuki protested, but she dropped the phone on her bed and immediately got to work.

Momo slipped out of the negligee and decided to keep the thong on. She went straight to her closet, pulled down a bin, and grabbed a blonde wig that she had created for a game night when Ochako dressed up as Mount Lady in a skit. She ran to her mirror and quickly gathered her hair at the nape of her neck and slipped the wig on.

She was about to climb back on her bed and take a sexy selfie to send to Katsuki, but then she came up with an idea. Momo ran to her backpack, grabbed the fake tattoos, and created a handtowel with her quirk that was saturated with warm water. She applied the gauntlet tattoo to her right lower abdomen under her navel.

Momo climbed back on her bed and grabbed her phone. Now she just needed a sexy position for the pic. She thought about it for a moment and then smiled as she grabbed one of her thick, king-sized pillows, set it on the middle of her bed, and straddled it. She then brought the phone up in selfie mode and tried to get the angle just right. Momo didn’t want her face in the shot since that would easily identify her in case the pic was somehow intercepted.

She took the pic, the scope of it capturing her neck and shoulders, the very Mount Lady-esque locks of hair cascading around her shoulders. She thought the wig would further aid in her not being identified but she also hoped Katsuki would find it sexy, like she was putting on a show for him. Her breasts, stomach, and lower body straddling her pillow were in the shot and Momo bounced with anticipation of what Katsuki’s reaction would be.

She sent the pic and then immediately brought the phone up to her ear. “I sent you something,” Momo said, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.

She heard Katsuki sigh as if he was a little exasperated with her that she was participating in risky behavior, but so had he so he couldn’t act too high and mighty. Moments later she heard him speak.

“Fuck, that’s…. so …fucking ….good.” His voice was low and deep and it rattled. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction at his reaction. The words he spoke and how he said them sent a thrilling sensation to the pit of her stomach where it coiled up tightly. And that went right to her core, her arousal flaring up, reminding her she was very worked up. She felt so achy between her legs she couldn’t help but notice how nice the pillow felt underneath her. Momo heard a sound like Katsuki had licked his lips, she wasn’t sure.

“God, I wish that pillow was my fucking face,” he breathed out and Momo felt a flush of heat rip through her and she dropped her phone from the suddenness.

She made a noise of exasperation at her clumsiness as she fumbled for her phone and brought it back up to her ear.

“You okay there, Princess? I didn’t get ya too flustered I hope.” She could hear the smirk in his voice.

Momo sighed at his coyness, but she was grinning.

“A fuckin’ blonde wig? Damn…” His voice was filled with awe. “And that tattoo…it’s fake right?” he asked.

“You will have to find out for yourself.” Again, her voice lacked her coyness due to still being flustered, her skin was pulsing with it.

“I hope you know that’s an invitation.” His voice had a predatory edge to it and it prodded at her core, exciting her even more.

“Of course.”

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he said, his voice still a bit light from his teasing.

“Pardon?” she asked, a little confused; there were a lot of things running through her mind.

“Tell me what you’re doing to that pillow.”

Momo closed her eyes feeling that all too familiar rush run through her she had been feeling all night. The pillow did feel delectable between her legs. She rolled her hips and felt the friction so pleasantly at her nethers. She repeated the action, and her breath hitched.

“What'cha doing, Princess? It sounds like it must feel good,” he whispered.

“I am…” Where were her words? She was grinding, not so very gently now, against the pillow and somehow it felt ridiculously good. But she couldn’t help to feel strangely vulnerable while she did it, like someone was watching her even though she was alone. Maybe that was just Katsuki’s ‘presence’ through the phone.

She increased the pace, the buoyancy of her mattress beneath her creating additional friction as she rode her pillow. The bouncing from the mattress, the way the crotch of her panties was dragging against her folds and her clit as she moved, the way she was hunching against the pillow as she rolled into it. Momo was on fire.

Katsuki’s quickened breaths through the phone gave her the reminder that Katsuki was 250 kilometers away stroking himself. She closed her eyes and imagined him beneath her. “I am…fucking my pillow.” She gave a breathy little moan.

“Goddamit…” his breathing became heavier as he spoke. “I love hearin’ you… I‘m so fucking hard for you…need you to ride me until you come.”

“My god…” Momo rasped out as she threw her head back, bouncing harder, her breasts heavily jostling with her movements. “I’m getting closer, please don’t stop…”

“The other night in your room,” he rasped out. “Were you close to comin’, before we got interrupted?” He was panting now, his words all breath and want.

“Yes.. I was so close, if you would have gone down on me…I would have climaxed moments later…” Momo’s thoughts immediately went back to that night, Katsuki burying his face into her pussy before her phone went off.

“Fuck... I knew it…” he was panting heavily, the words strained. “That night… the look on your face… in your eyes… shit…I’m gonna-”

A sharp cry burst from Momo’s lips, drowning out Katsuki’s words. Was she about to climax? She didn’t think she would from just grinding her pillow, but she felt that tightening at her center sharpen fiercely. Her whole body tensed, pleasure shooting through her, her limbs tingling, shockwaves of pleasure racking her body, emanating from her core and running through her relentlessly.

She kept crying out, riding her pillow in a fevered frenzy, riding out her orgasm, riding the high as long as she could. Katsuki’s low moans sounded in her ear, letting her know he had joined her. Her body jerked uncontrollably as she peaked, her rocking slowing as she savored being enveloped by exquisite pleasure, Katsuki’s breathless groans mixing with her own noises. Seconds later Momo toppled forward, catching herself with her free arm.

Heavy panting sounded in her ear. “Fuck…please tell me you came, Princess.”

Momo hummed out in satisfaction. She rolled off her pillow and flopped on her bed, shifting to where she was lying on her back. The comforter was cool under her sizzling skin. “Yes. I think you did as well?” she asked, her voice coming out slow and warm with satiation.

“Yeah. I was trying to hold off as long as I could. I had to stop touching myself several times.”

Momo grinned.

“Katsuki… maybe you should rethink being a Pro-hero. That mouth of yours…” Momo’s breathing was finally slowing down. “You could make a lot of money off of it.” That mixed with his gorgeous body and cocky attitude, he’d have a lot of admirers if he kept his anger in check. Or maybe not, some people liked that kind of thing.

“So what you’re saying is, if I had an Only Fans, you’d subscribe?”

“Yes, and I would tip you handsomely every time you made me come.” Her cheeks burned from her words. It seemed like her propriety was slowly eking its way back.

He laughed. “Damn…so to be clear, you want me to make you sexy videos and send them to you.”

“No!” Momo said with a laugh. “I can’t imagine the trouble we would get into. I’m already nervous about the…phallic photo you sent me.”

“You seriously can’t say ‘dick pic’ now after what we just did? This your version of post-nut clarity?”

Momo grinned as she covered her face with her other hand in shame doing everything in her power to keep from nervously laughing. “Oh, how I’ve been humbled…”

“What?” he asked a laugh on his lips.

She moved her hand away from her face. “I was the one who normally could talk about sexual things but now I am…timid about it.”

“That’s okay, Princess. I’ll talk dirty enough for the both of us and it will wear off on you. Get you talking freely again.”

Momo stretched her body. Her mind, her whole being, was content.

“I sent you another gift.”

Momo sat up with a jolt, crossing her legs underneath her. “Katsuki!”

“It’s innocent! I swear. Just look.”

She sighed but humored him. She opened the text, Katsuki’s dick pic making her hold her breath for a second as the new pic came through. It was a pic of Katsuki lying in bed, his chiseled upper torso naked and on display. Katsuki’s gorgeous pecs gave Momo’s breasts a run for her money as far as their appeal. The starburst-shaped scar at the center of his chest had lightened over time and now it was just a shade lighter than his skin.

His right arm was raised, his right hand, palm facing out, was draped over half of his face hiding it. He was grinning, the expression shameless and sexy, the one dimple he had on his left cheek prominent. The eye that wasn’t covered was staring right at her, blazing to life like the sun, even through the photo. It was the most tantalizing thing she had ever seen. Somehow more striking than his dick pic, which she had thoroughly enjoyed.

Breathtaking was all Momo could think. Her mind went to the girl from Musutafu Municipal from earlier that day. How she had stared at Katsuki with starry eyes. Did that girl see Katsuki the way Momo saw him? Momo wondered why she didn’t fall in love with Katsuki the very first time she laid eyes on him.

But as she looked at the pic, she realized the fan girl had never seen Katsuki like this. Momo had never seen Katsuki like this until very recently. Maybe little glimpses now and then. But not this. There was something vulnerable about the way he was lying there, the way he was looking at the camera. At her. He didn’t show that side to anyone else. But her. Something ignited inside her, scorching her insides with a new emotion. She couldn’t define it except she didn’t want anyone else to witness Katsuki like this. Momo wanted to claim this part of him as hers. Only hers.

“Momo?”

Calling her name brought her back into reality. “My apologies… I…”

“Left you speechless, huh?” He snickered and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes even though he couldn’t see her. She knew he was teasing her but now she wondered if he knew how unbelievably sexy and ethereal he was in the pic.

“I think it is more striking than the previous pic you sent me.”

“Damn… I don’t know if I should be insulted or-“

“No, it’s a compliment, Katsuki.”

“’Tch, I’ll take your word for it I guess.”

She heard him yawn.

“I should let you go. You have to get up in a few hours for your shift at the dispatch center.”

He grumbled and she couldn’t help but smile.

“You will thank me in the morning when you don’t feel too terrible.”

“I wanted to have a second round but, fine, I guess I’ll be sensible n’shit.”

“I do need to redeem myself in the sex talk department. Perhaps next time I will be less hesitant.”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait. ‘Night, Princess. I love you.”

“Good night, Katsuki. I…” She couldn’t say it still. Momo had not said it to him yet and she kept telling herself she didn’t know why she couldn’t say it out loud. Even though she was in love with him. And she did know, deep down, why she still couldn’t say it. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Me, too.”

She hung up the phone and climbed off her bed. She felt chilled, the sweat on her naked skin having evaporated and leaving her cold. Momo decided to get her toiletries and take a shower. She glanced at her phone and saw it was 9:45. More time had passed than she realized. She smiled to herself thinking about what had just happened.

Momo was about to slip on the clothes she had been wearing earlier when her phone rang.

She walked over to her bed and saw it was Katsuki. She answered it, curious why he was calling her when he was supposed to be sleeping.

“Hello?”

“I’m hard in my hand now, Princess. Talk to me.”

Momo pushed out a surprised breath, her mouth parting.

“How…”

“How?” he asked. “Do I gotta tell ya how these things work?”

“It’s only been a few minutes… you have an impressive refractory period. The average for your age is fifteen minutes.”

“Really? Shit, I didn’t know that.”

“I have done a lot of research. Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” Momo chided him as she climbed back on her bed, immediately deciding her shower could wait.

“Like I’m gonna be able to fall asleep with a raging hard-on.”

Suddenly the fire alarm sounded and Momo flew off her bed.

“What the hell is that?” Katsuki's voice rang from the phone.

“Fire alarm.” She looked at the ceiling above her bed and noticed the sprinkler head at the ceiling wasn’t deploying water. “My wing of the fifth floor is safe. I better get dressed and see what’s going on.”

“Be careful.”

“It is probably something small, if it is anything major I will let you know. Try to get some sleep.”

Momo got dressed and then started with checking the boy’s wing on the fifth floor. She quickly found the culprit. Rikidou had started baking something in the small oven in his room and then had fallen asleep. The small loaf of bread had burned and lots of smoke had filled the room. He had already opened his patio door and was using a towel to waft the smoke out.

Momo made a box fan with her quirk and plugged it into the wall to help blow the smoke out. A few minutes later, the room was a lot less smoky and the alarm had ceased to sound. Tenya came by and went over some tips to help Rikidou avoid the situation happening in the future. Rikidou felt awful about it.

It was 10:25 by the time Momo had returned to her room. She grabbed her things, took a shower, and then returned to her dorm, ready for bed.

As she climbed into her covers, and settled into a comfortable position, she realized she probably needed to delete Katsuki’s pics. Her friends often used her phone and she didn’t want to risk one of them seeing them. She brought up the pics on her phone and looked at both of them for several seconds.

Momo’s mind went to their next sex session. Oral sex. She was pretty nervous about it because Momo had a sensitive gag reflex. She would be mortified if she didn’t give Katsuki a pleasurable experience. She had read a lot about fellatio; she knew a lot of what could make it a memorable experience was performative. Licking and sucking along the outside of the shaft felt good to the receiver but also was a visual feast for them as well.

But Momo wanted to be able to take all of Katsuki, or at least most of him, in her mouth without gagging and then having to stop. She wished there was a way she could practice before Monday night. She sighed and right when she was about to delete the pics from her phone, she came up with an idea.

Momo could create anything with her quirk. She could create the perfect object to help her practice for Monday night.

*******

Momo was startled awake by the sound of someone knocking on her door. She took in the light coming into her room and realized it was past the time she normally woke up. She was surprised her phone alarm didn’t sound. She slid off her bed and opened her door.

Kyoka was standing there with a tray of food. The smell hit Momo and it made her mouth water.

“Breakfast in bed for the Princess,” Kyoka said coyly.

“Why?” Momo asked amused.

“Because Rikidou was in charge of making it this morning and when he noticed you didn’t come down, he asked me if I would bring some up to you. I think he feels bad about the whole ‘almost burning down the dorm’ thing last night.”

“Oh. Yes, come in.” Momo moved away so Kyoka could come into her room. Kyoka shut Momo’s door with her foot behind her and then set the tray on the bed.

“You are sweet to bring it up. Thank you so much.” Momo sat by the tray and saw it held various baked goods which were Rikidou’s specialty, along with some fruit and gyokuro tea.

“You look tired, how is that possible if Bakugou wasn’t here last night?”

Momo looked over at Kyoka who was donning a smirk.

“I stayed up late studying,” Momo said as she poured herself tea from a small ceramic tea pot. What she told her wasn’t entirely untrue.

“Well, it’s not like you slept in that late, it’s not even- Momo, what the hell is that?!?”

Momo immediately looked up due to Kyoka’s interrupting herself with the loud exclamation. She followed Kyoka’s almost terrified gaze to her nightstand, and Momo’s stomach plummeted to the bottom floor.

She had forgotten to put away the dildo she had created the previous night.

Momo lurched toward her nightstand, jostling the tray in her wake, hoping she didn’t knock it over. She took the dildo, almost dropping it with fumbling hands, and tossed it into the drawer of the nightstand and then shut the drawer quickly.

“Shit, is that sanitary!?”

“I didn’t masturbate with it!” Momo said, feeling her whole face heat up.

“Then why did you have it out!”

“I was practicing with it!”

“How is that not masturbating?!?”

Momo took a deep breath and let it out to calm herself and hopefully Kyoka in the process. “Like I said, I was practicing, I was just preparing myself for the next sex session.”

Kyoka cocked an eyebrow at her, her expression leaving abject horror to morbid curiosity now that the offending object was out of sight. “And what session would that be?”

Momo slowly sat on her bed next to the tray. “Sit,” Momo said nodding at her bed.

Kyoka now smirked as she sat down. “Let me guess, you’re both less than a week away from ‘the big night’ so… oral sex?”

Momo didn’t say anything and sipped her tea.

“You made a dildo to practice giving a blow job? You’re so fucking metal.” Kyoka smiled at her and Momo looked away embarrassed.

Momo felt sick to her stomach. She grabbed a croissant, tore a piece off, and ate it slowly, hoping it would make her feel better. She was absolutely mortified.

“Don’t be so embarrassed. What’s with you? I thought you could talk about this stuff openly.”

“It is very different when the sexual subject matter is about your own private habits.”

“Why would you make such a huge dildo to start with? I know you’re so extra about preparedness and stuff but- Oh my god, you made that using your quirk, didn’t you?! Is that a replica of Bakugou’s….equipment??!!!”

The flush from earlier, that had almost fully escaped her, overtook her whole body this time with a vengeance. Momo looked away from Kyoka somehow hoping that would lessen the full body burn.

“I’ve totally embarrassed you…I’m sorry Mo. It’s just a little shocking.”

Momo let several seconds pass until she felt like she wasn’t sunbathing in the Sahara.

She looked over at Kyoka and Kyoka smiled back at her, her expression looking apologetic. “I think it’s cool you care. Most people our age just seem to be wrapped up in getting themselves off, they don’t put much effort into their partner. Especially the first time.”

Momo realized she had dropped the croissant at some point and both her hands were in her lap, her left-hand fidgeting with a ring on her right hand. “This whole thing started out as a learning opportunity first and foremost. I knew at the beginning that not performing to optimum capacity was to be expected. But now… I don’t want to perform poorly. I didn’t think I would…”

Kyoka’s sheepish look shifted to a more serious expression while Momo searched for words. “Fall in love?”

“Yes. Fall in love,” Momo said, her words so matter-of-fact even she felt slightly insulted her words weren’t weighted heavily with emotion by the immense feelings she had for Katsuki.

“I’m just glad you can admit it now.”

“It has made everything needlessly complicated, but I also want things to be special. Katsuki really cares about me, and I want to show him that in return.”

“I’m sure he knows.” Kyoka shifted a bit toward the tray and poured herself some tea.

Momo felt a little better, the awkwardness of the whole situation diminishing, and her appetite had returned. She finished the croissant and sipped her tea as she and Kyoka continued to talk. “Who would have thought Bakugou was such ‘good boyfriend’ material. How many orgasms has he given you? And were they earth-shattering?” Momo looked over at Kyoka and Kyoka had a sly expression as she waited for her answer.

“Are you sure you want the answer to that? I have a feeling you know a lot more than you probably want to know about Katsuki at this point.”

“For real,” Kyoka said. “Yeah, I don’t want to know.” Kyoka’s voice finally returned to her usually unaffected tone. “But damn, Momo. Bakugou is…packing.”

Momo side-eyed Kyoka. She couldn’t help but saddle her with a prim expression belying the fact that down the road Katsuki’s ample gift would be something Momo would probably enjoy immensely. But at the moment, she could only feel a bit overwhelmed about it.

“So… your next sex night, is it tomorrow?”

Momo nodded her head. “It is Monday night.”

“That’ll be a busy day for you. That on top of a full day of classes, then your class rep meeting,” Kyoka said, a hint of teasing as she spoke.

“Yes, you should see my planner,” Momo said in a deadpan that sounded more like Kyoka.

Kyoka snorted. “Is there a reason you both are keeping your relationship at this point a secret? And what in the hell happened Friday night? You guys are obviously better but I was really worried, especially knowing Bakugou was trying to patch things up.”

Momo didn’t answer right away, trying to decide what to tell her best friend.

“Come on, tell me,” Kyoka said, her even tone starting to shift with her emotions again like they had earlier.

“And that is exactly why we are keeping things a secret. You asking questions is bad enough. Can you imagine Mina or Denki cornering me, grilling me with questions pertaining to me and Katsuki’s private life?”

Kyoka sighed. “So you’re just gonna hide things until you graduate? What about after graduation?”

“We haven’t talked about that.”

Kyoka nodded and Momo decided she was done with the subject. “Do you have everything you need for the gala? You had mentioned still needing shoes earlier this week.”

Kyoka gave Momo a look like she wasn’t happy about the subject change. But she took the hint. Kyoka was a good friend after all.

“Yeah, I’m borrowing a pair from Mina. Is there anything you need still?”

“I still haven’t found any jewelry I like, specifically a necklace since my gown is strapless. I will probably just wear something I already own. I have a couple of options that work.”

“We could go to Tokyo today. Hit some of the boutiques you like.”

Momo knew Katsuki was returning around noon and she wanted to spend most ofthe day with him. “I would like to stay at the dorm today.”

“Bakugou?”

Momo smiled at Kyoka.

“Y’know, he asked me something last week. He wanted to know the color of your dress and the style.”

“Really?” An unsettling energy coursed through Momo, not entirely unpleasant, from Kyoka’s words. What could Katsuki have in mind? Maybe he wanted to match a corsage to it. “Did he say anything else?”

Kyoka shook her head. “I thought about not telling you at first because I worried you’d obsess over it.”

Momo couldn’t help to think Kyoka’s first instinct was the correct one.

They both visited with one another, Momo realizing how much she missed Kyoka due to all the time she had been spending with Katsuki. Momo suddenly received a text reminder about the Habitat by Heroes meeting in downtown Musutafu for their local chapter. She had totally forgotten about it. The meeting was at 10 and she needed to quickly shower and leave shortly to make it there in time.

Kyoka said goodbye to Momo and left with the tray. The meeting would be over by 11:30 and she would be back by noon. One good thing about that was when she got back, Katsuki would be getting back to campus as well shortly after. She couldn’t wait to see him.

Katsuki

Katsuki was dragging and now was glad Best Jeanist had canceled his call dispatch shift. When he had showed up at the agency at 6:00 am, Best Jeanist declared he “looked like he was coming apart at the seams,” and that Katsuki needed to go back to UA and rest. Katsuki was annoyed because the injury was superficial at this point. It was just a little sore and he could see fine out of his right eye, so he didn’t know why everyone at the agency was making such a big fuss about it.

But on the bullet train back to Musutafu, Katsuki kept drifting off, falling asleep several times. When the train stopped at his destination, however, his body was buffeted with newfound vigor. After a fifteen-minute walk to Alliance Heights, he’d get to see Momo. He had to do everything in his power not to blast over to UA with his quirk. Pro-Heroes weren’t supposed to use their quirks in public outside of hero work, but it wasn’t a heavily enforced rule.

As he went through the front doors of Alliance Heights, he stepped into the large living area and scanned the space for Momo. He had not texted her because he wanted to surprise her. He left his case with his hero costume in the foyer.

“Hey, Baku-Woah what the hell happened to your face?!?” Kaminari spluttered from the dining table nearest to him.

Katsuki reflexively answered, “None of your fuckin’ business,” as he walked over toward him, mainly because Kyoka was sitting next to him and he was going to ask her if she knew where Momo was.

“Dude, it’s totally my ‘fuckin’ business’ if I have to look at your face! You’re lucky everyone is done eating breakfast. Your face makes me wanna-“

“Quit being such a baby about it!” Kyoka interrupted. “Like we’re not all used to seeing injuries like this.”

Katsuki took off his backpack and sat next to Kyoka in a huff wishing he didn’t have to suffer idiots. He felt Kyoka’s eyes on him and he couldn’t help but shift his attention to her. She looked more pale than usual as she took in his battered face.

“Is there a reason you’re not wearing dressing and bandages over it?” Kyoka asked, her gaze looking down the right side of his face, starting at his forehead and ending at his cheekbone. He knew the sclera of his eye was bright red and his eyelid was fucked, but a healing quirk from one of the agency’s infirmary doc’s had sped up the healing process and the injury had only involved top layers of skin and the cornea. His vision was fine and he would heal up completely with no scarring. But it did look horrendous for the time being.

“I’m supposed to let it breathe or it’ll scar.” He stared down Kaminari who was gawking at Katsuki’s injury with a grimace of disgust. “If you don’t fuckin’ like it you can look somewhere else.”

Iida walked through the heavy front doors carrying a huge box. Kaminari’s attention drifted to Iida and he immediately jumped up from his seat. “Mail’s here! Sweet!” Kaminari stood up and followed Iida over to the other end of the table Katsuki was sitting at.

Kyoka leaned close to Katsuki. “You’re in a mood,” she said in a low monotone.

“Where’s Momo?” he asked quietly so only she heard him, ignoring her comment.

“She’s at a Habitat for Heroes meeting. She’ll be back around noon she said.”

Katsuki sighed. He probably should study while she was gone. He definitely wasn’t going to be interested in schoolwork once Momo returned. Sero, Mina, Mineta, Ochako, and Eijirou walked over to Iida; they must have all been expecting deliveries.

“Hey, Kat, I didn’t think you were gonna be back until noon-Holy Shit your face!” Eijirou looked terrified. Instead of heading to the mail deliveries, he walked over and sat across from Katsuki. The overreaction to his injury was going to get very old, very fast.

“It looks worse than it is. It’ll heal.”

Eijirou’s face drooped into an expression of intense worry and concern, his eyes wide and watery. Toru walked over and wrapped her arms around Eijirou’s neck, her invisible head seeming to be near the side of his face by the position of her clothes as if she was giving him a peck on the cheek.

Toru seemed to be looking up now at Katsuki. He heard her take in a surprised gasp. “It’s not that bad…” she said, her voice not at all convincing.

“Dude, you’re like 5 years old,” Sero said and their small group looked over at Iida who was taking packages out of the box and handing them to students that had walked up to him.

Kaminari was sitting on the table, a box open in his lap. He was opening up a package of cookies. “My mom sends me treats weekly. If you’re gonna make fun of it, none for you then.” Kaminari handed a box of mochi candies to Ochako.

“Thanks, Kam!” she said brightly.

Katsuki watched the huge box, waiting for Iida to hand him a package. He had ordered a book and it had taken a while for it to get to UA, but it should be with the mail deliveries that day.

“Kirishima?” Iida asked, holding a small package toward Eijirou.

“Oooo, my supplements!” He pushed away from the table. Before he walked away he looked back at Katsuki. “I can take dinner duty tonight for you so you can rest-“

“I’m fine. I promise.” He gave Eijirou a small smile, trying to cover up his annoyance, but he didn’t want him to worry.

Eijirou nodded and walked over to Iida, Toru following him. Guess they didn’t have to hide their relationship anymore. Katsuki was happy for them.

Iida lifted a small package from the box and it looked like a large portion of it had been ripped away. He flipped it over in his hands as if he was searching for a name. “It seems the name of the recipient has been ripped off…” Iida said quietly under his breath, then Kaminari took the package from Iida.

“Kaminari! That’s not your package, you can’t just…“

A book easily slipped out of the damaged end of the package and Katsuki felt like he was going to be sick.

“No biggie, it’s a book so we can ask who ordered it. We can …damn…” Kaminari said and then started to laugh. “Hanta, Minoru, look!” he showed the book to the others.

Sero’s face lit up with a grin. “Oh my god!” He then read the title of the book trying his best not to laugh. “‘She Comes First: The Thinking Man’s Guide to Pleasuring a Woman’.” Kaminari, Sero, and Mineta erupted into a laughing fit.

Katsuki’s face went hot and he immediately shifted his attention to his backpack and began pulling out his books and binders. He internally cursed himself for not getting the online version. But his reader was connected to his parents’ account and he didn’t want them to know about the book. He could have started a new account but he didn’t want to mess with all of that at the time and he thought getting sent a physical copy was the safest bet. But apparently it fucking wasn’t.

Katsuki honestly didn’t care if anyone or everyone knew it was his book. He just didn’t want to deal with all the ridiculous drama that would follow him for days, probably weeks from his more annoying classmates if the truth was discovered. He didn’t want anyone up his ass about anything, especially his personal life. They would pester him about who the woman he was “pleasuring” was and he would have to kill them.

Packages from the online store he ordered from were always discreet. He didn’t think the package would get fucked en route.

“How sad and embarrassing!” Kaminari howled.

Iida snatched the book from Kaminari and he side-eyed him. “That reaction is extremely immature.” Iida carefully opened the book and briefly picked up a receipt that was resting behind the front cover and the first page. After a few seconds, his eyes met with Katsuki who was watching him. No one else seemed to notice since Sero, Mineta, and Kaminari were being over-the-top with their reaction. Iida’s gaze broke away from Katsuki and he closed up the book, the receipt hidden inside again.

“Imagine having to read a book about sex, like… it’s not rocket science!” Kaminari bellowed.

“Let me guess… you think sex is like building furniture from IKEA? ‘A’ piece goes into ‘B’ slot, right?” Mina asked as Iida handed her a package.

“Ashido!” Iida balked.

“I mean…there’s more to it than that, yeah, but having to read a whole ass book? Again… embarrassing! If you can’t intuit it, you’re lousy in the sack. Shit like that can’t be taught.”

“This guy has no rizz!” Mineta said.

More laughing from the trio followed.

Kaminari shook his head, his expression fixed in a goofy grin and Katsuki wanted to wring his fucking neck. He felt eyes on him and he glanced at Kyoka who was looking right at him while everyone else was watching Kaminari. Her eyebrow was cocked with amusement and Katsuki knew in that moment she knew the fucking book was his. Kyoka was in the ‘know’ about him and Momo and Katsuki figured at this point she probably knew about the sex study component. Katsuki scowled at her but returned to his books and tried to look like he was studying.

“I don’t know Denki…” Kyoka said loud enough to get everyone’s attention but still in her disinterested monotone. She had the floor and Katsuki had no idea what she was about to say. He knew she knew it was his book, but he also knew Kyoka wasn’t the type to throw anyone under the bus who didn’t deserve it.

She continued, “Maybe if you had read a book like that when we were dating at the beginning of second year, you and I would still be together.”

Goddamn Ears… was all Katsuki could think, his attention still on his open book, but just blindly staring at the pages. Complete silence filled the room and it was deafening, Katsuki thought his ears would pop. No one seemed willing to break it. A few seconds later Katsuki peeked up and saw Denki staring at Kyoka, his eyes wide with some emotion Katsuki couldn’t place, but it quickly shifted to a smirk, easy and nonplussed. In certain situations, Kaminari had nerves of steel; Even Katsuki was impressed.

“Well, I’ve learned a lot since then. Maybe you’d like to take this new version of me out for a spin and see if you like it any better.” He was still seated on top of the table and he brought his arms out dramatically, like he was showing off his goods proudly. “And I’m always open to suggestions. Especially if you’re willing to show me.”

Iida made a face so shocked and erupted with a noise of exasperation so inhuman, Katsuki couldn’t help but snort with amusement.

“Dude, Kyoka has a boyfriend,” Mineta commented.

“I know,” Denki said with a wide grin, still staring at Kyoka. “Shin’s totally invite-“

Another strangled noise came out of Iida and Eijirou appeared next to him.

“Okay!” Eijirou said loudly as he patted Iida heavily on his back like he was trying to jump-start the poor guy. “No more of that kinda talk, it’s too early anyway and I’m sure there’s a dorm rule in the-“

“Yes, this kind of talk is highly inappropriate in a public setting! Clause seven, in section three of UA Dormitory Rules and Regulations clearly states that- “

Katsuki let out a deep breath and returned his attention back to his book as Iida continued to blather on about the dorm rules. Kyoka stood up and Katsuki glanced up at her. She smiled at him looking pleased with herself as she sauntered over to the couches. Everyone else was engaged in lively conversation or were enjoying the mail they received, Katsuki glad no one else had given the sex book a second thought. A couple of minutes later, Iida walked away from the table, the sex book tucked under his arm. Great, I’m gonna have to talk to Four-Eyes about my sex book, Katsuki internally complained.

Katsuki took another cleansing breath hoping to push some tenseness out of his system and actually start to study for the tests and quizzes for the following week. A few minutes later he received a text.

Four Eyes: I hope you don’t mind, but I placed your book on your desk in your dorm since the door was unlocked. Please forgive the intrusion but I thought this was the most discreet way to deliver it to you.

Katsuki smiled to himself, glad Iida helped him save some face. He texted him back ‘ty.’ And was pleased when Iida didn’t text back. Iida could be so long-winded and tedious at times, but he could also be succinct and sometimes knew when to shut the fuck up about stuff.

Katsuki studied, Eijirou and Toru joining him a little later, Katsuki not minding helping them out with some Calculus problems. It was getting close to noon and Katsuki was getting restless. They had texted each other around 11 am, Momo not wanting to bother him during what she thought was his dispatch duty.

“Where’s Momo?” Eijirou asked and gave him a sly grin.

Katsuki looked around them, double checking only the two of them and Toru were in earshot. “Shut the fuck up.”

Eijirou grinned even wider. “I can’t wait until she gets here, you’ve been in such a crappy mood, I’m sure you’ll be much more pleasant when she shows up.”

“Yao-momo!” Kaminari bellowed from the living room as Katsuki heard the front dorm door open. “You’re just in time! We’re gonna play BANG!”

Katsuki stood up and turned toward her, leaning against the table hoping he didn’t look too suspicious to anyone else as he watched her, eager to be near her. She walked toward the living room, Katsuki barely making out her voice saying that she would love to join them after she grabbed a snack and some water from the kitchen.

Momo turned toward the kitchen and then her gaze fell on him.

The smile evaporated from her face and the expression that was left caused him actual physical pain.

“Katsuki?!”

Her voice cut deep into him and she erased the distance between them in an instant. She placed her outstretched hand on his shoulder. He could feel her fingers trembling.

The whole dorm had gone silent with Momo’s exclamation. Katsuki felt everyone’s eyes on them.

“What happened?!” Momo searched his face, her gaze settling mainly on his injury and he saw her eyes fill with tears. She looked like she was in pain.

He interrupted her, “It looks worse than it is, I promise-“

“On the phone…you said on the-“

“That it was superficial and-“

“Your vision-“

“Is fine, Pr-“ he sighed interrupting himself. “Ponytail…”

Kaminari, Ochako, and Mina were approaching them and Katsuki needed things to de-escalate before they reached them. He had not thought Momo’s reaction to his minor injury would be like this.

“The pic…” Her tone was shaky and low, Momo on the verge of bursting into tears. “That’s why you covered your face-“

“See, your face upset Yaomomo, and she’s normally as cool as a cucumber,” Kaminari said as he walked up behind her. “It’s super gross, bro.”

“For the last time,” Katsuki growled as his gaze flitted to Kaminari, “it’s-“

“Time to play ‘BANG!’” Sero sang as he sat at the table Katsuki was leaning against.

Katsuki shifted to sit back down where he had been sitting, Momo now sitting next to him, watching him like a hawk, as if he was hiding some big secret from her.

He gave her a look, slightly exasperated, to let her know he wasn’t hiding anything and she needed to drop everything or she would blow their cover. Or that’s what he thought all those expressions he was making to her were conveying. Her reaction was too telling.

She finally sighed and broke eye contact, her countenance shifting to one now of irritation instead of raw concern.

“You really playing, Kat?” Eijirou's voice rang out playfully. “I thought you swore this game off when you lost last time.”

Katsuki tore his attention away from Momo realizing he needed to cool it, too, because they were both acting suspiciously.

BANG! was a western-themed card game their class often played. Katsuki knew Momo loved the game, so he was in. “I swore the game off because I hate it. But I’ll play just ‘cause y’all haven’t had a real challenge in a while.”

“Ah, there he is!” Sero said with much enthusiasm. “Welcome back raging-asshole-and-insufferable-dick-when-he-plays-any-board-game Bakugou! You haven’t graced us with your presence in some time.”

“I have something for you.” Katsuki leaned back and gave Sero two middle fingers.

Sero talked about forming teams of two since there were more than seven of them playing and that was the maximum number for the game. He brought up drawing straws to decide but then Katsuki said he liked where he was sitting and didn’t want to move so teams would just be made from where they were all sitting at that moment. A couple of classmates protested, but Ejirou and Toru, and Tsu and Ochako liked the idea. Katsuki and Momo would be a team if he got his way.

Sero gave in and cards were passed out. Katsuki was just thrilled he was sitting next to Momo. After a few minutes, she seemed like she was no longer rattled by his injury, especially after he and Sero got into it over the rules for a duel when Eijirou played the duel card. She must have seen he was his usual boisterous self. The gash didn’t even hurt anymore, it only was a little sore if he touched it.

Momo and Katsuki had drawn the Renegade card as far as their identity, so they had to take everyone else out in order to win. It was the most difficult position to play and win with in ‘BANG!’.

Sero and Kaminari were teamed up as the Sheriff whose identity was always revealed at the start of the game. It was the only position that had to be revealed, all others stayed hidden until they were eliminated or the game was won. Katsuki and Momo whispered to each other as they figured things out. Sometimes Deputies and Outlaws, the other two positions in the game, would pretend to be other positions by their game play to throw others off. Momo and Katsuki decided to pretend to be a Deputy.

After an hour, Eijirou and Toru had been eliminated and they were revealed to be an Outlaw. Momo and Katsuki had scootched closer and closer to each other as they conspired, peering at their cards, huddled together and whispering to one another. The close proximity had been really nice, Katsuki had missed Momo and this had been a perfect way to spend their day off, even if he hated the game they were playing. But after a while Katsuki had to exercise great restraint to not touch Momo. The urge to place his hand on her knee, or to drape his arm across the back of her shoulders was very strong.

Momo had turned her head toward Sero as he spoke to her and Katsuki caught a whiff of her shampoo, pleasant and familiar. She was wearing a fitted turtleneck sweater that was a pale lavender paired with a purple knee-length knit skirt that was a couple of shades darker than the sweater. The fabric of the knit skirt was cool to the touch and buttery soft when the back of his hand had brushed against it briefly.

Momo and her clothing, just everything about her at that moment made Katsuki’s hands practically itch with the want to touch her. And a few minutes later the niceness of their proximity had shifted, and contact with Momo now made a thrill of exhilaration run through his body. It was turning him on too much and that wasn’t a good thing at the moment there in the dining area.

It was their turn and Momo had turned to him and brought her lips close to his ear. “I think we should play the ‘Saloon’ card now,” she whispered so only he could hear her. The words were breathy and tickled his ear and it sent a surge of pleasure down his neck to his back and it settled heavy in the pit of his stomach.

Katsuki now wondered if Momo was fucking with him. If she knew her actions were exciting him and she was toying with him over it. She hadn’t been happy about his hiding the nature of his injury. But would she really do that to him? Excite him, turn him on in a public setting when there was nothing he could do about it. He thought back on the Truth or Dare game. Of course she would he thought to himself. Momo was capable of that kind of ruthlessness.

They played a couple of cards and the next round went in their favor. When it was their turn again Katsuki braced himself for what Momo would do.

“What do you think, Katsuki?” Momo asked innocently as she held their cards fanned out in front of them, careful that no one else could see them. She glanced at him briefly and leaned closer to him until their bodies were touching.

Katsuki’s heart thumped wildly in his chest, almost painful in its suddenness and sweat slid down the small of his back. Her shoulder was pressed into the side of his chest, her loose hair fell against his chest and shoulder. Katsuki could smell her hair products again and he could smell her.

He couldn’t describe what Momo smelled like exactly but after the Truth or Dare night, after he had gotten so close to tasting her, he had bathed in her scent that evening so he knew. Momo’s aroma was subtle and warm, a little sweet. It lacked the tangy punch from the other night of course, but it still had an effect on him, stirred up feelings he didn’t want to have at that moment in the dining room in front of their friends. But Katsuki couldn’t help his thoughts wandering back to those moments in Momo’s bed and saliva pooled in his mouth and he had to swallow it back.

“Um…” he said. He would make Momo pay for this. He was pretty sure at this point she knew exactly what she was doing and it was purposeful.

Suddenly her other hand that was resting in her lap moved, it caught his attention, and she gently laid it on his thigh. Katsuki got so hard, so fast, he was dizzy with it like all his blood had flowed to his cock and he thought his heart would beat itself right out of his chest. Forget him overextending with his quirk; Momo would be the death of him.

Of course the table was hiding all this from their friends’ view, but it didn’t make it feel any less intense.

He swallowed heavily. “Whatever you think, Ponytail,” he said, the tone of his voice strange in his own ears and he cleared his throat hoping no one else noticed.

Momo played two cards, Katsuki having no idea what the hell was going on. All he could focus on was her hand on his thigh. After their turn, Momo laid the hand of cards face down in front of them and rested her hand on the top of the table. Her other hand however began to lightly massage where she was touching his leg and he bit his lip, refusing to let himself moan.

The other teams played their turns with Ochako and Tsu being eliminated, just leaving Sero and Kaminari and Katsuki and Momo in the game. Momo was still massaging his leg and inching closer and closer to his crotch. When it was their turn again, he noticed Momo had not picked up their hand of cards, like she was waiting for him to do it. He huffed out a sigh, trying to ignore her fingers lightly fondling his upper thigh as he picked up the cards and fanned them in his hand. This time he tried to focus, making the call as he pulled a card. “Cat Balou on yall’s Barrel,” Katsuki said as he placed the card in front of Kaminari and Sero.

They finished the turn, Momo’s hand having inched even closer to his crotch. He subtly shook his head, giving her the message she was playing with fire. He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. It opened the space between them some to where Momo finally withdrew her hand from his thigh, but not before running it over the crotch of his cargo pants and caressing his hardened cock through the clothing.

Katsuki closed his eyes and muttered, “Fuck…” and Sero glanced at him, a curious eyebrow raised.

Katsuki cleared his throat. “Realized I could have made a better play last turn,” he said, trying to save himself. His voice sounded oddly soft and raspy.

“I don’t believe it, I think he’s trying to play mind games with us,” Kaminari said.

“I don’t care what you fuckin’ believe.” Katsuki took a deep breath and let it, out glad his tone was its usual abrasiveness, the volume loud and blaring.

Momo shifted, leaning against him briefly, pressing her shoulder into his and giving him a look that said ‘be nice.’

He gave her an incredulous look back, like maybe she needed to take some of her own fucking advice. She lifted her chin and retreated, but still stayed close enough to him that he could feel her body heat. Immense energy coursed through him, his erection had settled down, but his skin still tingled with anticipation, his senses all seemed overly sensitive, taking in all the stimuli around them.

Two turns later Katsuki and Momo won the game. He wasn’t sure how that happened since a huge bulk of the middle of the game he had been distracted by Momo’s advances.

“Yeah, why were all of us okay with Momo and Bakugou being on the same team? Their team was ridiculously stacked,” Sero said as he smiled at both of them.

“We were soooo close to winning!” Kaminari whined and then dramatically laid his head on the table.

“Good game guys!” Eijirou said, Toru agreeing it had been a fun time.

Kaminari peeked up from his arms that were wrapped around his head. “Winners get to clean up the mess and put the game away,” he said, his words muffled from how he was buried on top of the table.

“Bullshit,” Katsuki said.

“I don’t mind,” Momo said with a polite smile as she gathered the cards, collecting them into the correct piles to be stowed away. Chit-chat commenced around them and Katsuki could only stare at Momo, his arms crossed over his chest. She made eye contact with him briefly and he set her with a look that told her he wasn’t happy or amused with what she had done. Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true. He had liked it. A little too much. But it had been risky.

Momo looked away as she placed the cards and the board in the game box. She placed the lid on top, sliding it into place. As she stood up and walked toward the closet down the hall, Katsuki watched her aggressively. He felt the sly tilt of his mouth, his whole expression a warning for Momo, and he hoped she understood it.

As she walked away, Katsuki started to devise a plan to get her back.

He saw a card peeking out from under Kaminari’s folded arm. Katsuki grinned as he reached over and plucked it from under him. It was the ‘Cat Balou’ card. Guess he needed to make sure it got placed back in the BANG! box so it didn’t get lost.

“Ponytail forgot somethin’,” he said as he pushed away from the table and headed to the hallway. As he cleared the empty living room, he increased his pace to a jog, and seconds later he slipped through the slowly closing, partially open door into the deep, walk-in closet.

Iida kept the board games alphabetized on the bottom shelves to the left and Momo was on her knees, slipping the BANG! box between two other boxes to keep Iida’s orderliness appeased. A thrilling emotion shot through Katsuki, surely nothing could match the euphoria he felt as he took a couple of steps and nimbly dropped to his knees right behind Momo, wrapping his arms around her in a swift and fluid movement.

She screamed out, the sound unpracticed fear and surprise, and Katsuki covered her mouth to muffle the noise.

Her body tensed, her hands instinctively going to the hand covering her face. A second later she realized it was him, he could tell by the way she sank against him in relief. He let her pull away his hand.

“Katsuki! Have you lost your mind?” she asked, her voice catching, fear still present yet dissipating in her system.

He pressed his face against the side of her head and breathed in deep. That shot of pure ecstasy from before was still running in his veins but it was fading now like Momo’s fear. Was this what a predator felt when it caught its prey? It was somehow different from when he caught or bested villains. Sure that felt amazing, too, but this was more visceral. More rewarding. More titillating.

The click of the closet door shutting closed sounded behind them and that made Katsuki braver. He immediately ran his hands over Momo’s chest, the weave of the sweater warm and plush under his touch. The softness of Momo’s breasts gave as he groped and squeezed her. The sensation made him bite his lip to stifle any sounds his body wanted him to make. He needed to have his hand on the situation and not lose himself. One hand on the rein. He had promised her and also himself.

The last of the predatory buzz finally fizzled out but Katsuki didn’t mind it one bit as his arousal was fueling him now.

A needy whine slipped from Momo’s lips while Katsuki caressed and cupped her breasts. “What if someone catches us in the closet?” she whispered.

“We’ll hear them before they make it to the door, everyone’s so fucking loud.”

“What if it’s Tsu? Or Fumikage? They are very quiet.”

“I’ll hear the doorknob turn and the door creak open. I’m fast, I can disengage before they see me having my way with you.”

“The two of us…” Momo’s breathing was increasing. “We will be suspicious just being in here together.”

“No we won’t Princess, because you left this card on the table.” Katsuki reluctantly withdrew his right hand from her body and he retrieved the Cat Balou card from his pocket. He placed it on the shelf in front of her. “I brought it to you out of the goodness of my heart. So you didn’t have to deal with Four Eyes losing his shit later when he found it.” Katsuki returned his hand to Momo’s breast but this time he snaked under her sweater and felt her up over her bra.

“No impromptu sessions,” Momo breathed out, trying to sound stern but she was too worked up.

“This isn’t a session. I’m taking you up on the invitation you gave me last night.”

“What?”

“You told me I could check if that tattoo was real or not.”

Katsuki slipped one hand away from Momo’s breast and ran it down her stomach which quaked as his fingertips ghosted across her skin. He then slipped under the waistband of her skirt. The knit fabric was stretchy and his hand easily glided under it and over her lower stomach.

Momo’s head dropped back onto Katsuki’s shoulder and she moaned, the sound low and desperate. Her neck was exposed to him, it reminded him of the Truth or Dare night. He wanted to kiss her throat, but he wouldn’t. He would abide by the ‘no kissing’ rule.

He felt around her soft, lush skin, under her navel and then he felt the roughness of the fake tattoo. Katsuki grinned to himself as he fingered it gently. “Your whole set up for your pic put mine to shame.” He brought his lips to her ear and she moaned again. “My fuckin’ gauntlet as a tattoo on your gorgeous body? I couldn’t have come up with something sexier in a million years.”

“Katsuki…” she whispered and brought her arm up and behind them and grabbed the hair at the back of his head. It wasn’t a gentle action, but it wasn’t like she was trying to be purposefully rough; it was like she needed something to cling to at that moment.

Katsuki liked it. He was eating up all these little pieces of chaos ever since Momo had arrived back in the dorm and had him so excited. His cock ached in his boxers, the urge to grind against Momo, to find some release, made him want to give in to his baser instincts. But he wouldn’t because one of them needed to be mindful. Momo in that moment definitely wasn’t.

And now he would get her back for fondling him under the table. He slipped his hand further down her stomach and without any hesitation, fingers snuck under her panties and he plunged two fingers in her pussy.

A gasping cry tore out of her, Katsuki felt it from her body as much as he heard it. Her body heaved forward, her hands grabbing the edge of the shelf in front of her.

“Princess…” Katsuki whispered as he moved forward slightly to where her back was almost touching his chest. He brought his fingers back out slowly. “How are you so fuckin’ wet…” His words were filled with awe. He licked his lips, marveling at Momo’s body, sinking into how aroused she was when they had only been in the closet for a couple of minutes and he hadn’t even touched her clit.

“That is… not part of the invitation…” she whined out as her body shook with her heavy breaths. His other hand had gone still on her breast, but he now slipped it under her sweater and squeezed her over her bra. She hummed a noise of pure lust.

“Did I give you an invitation to fuckin’ man handle me under the table when we were playing BANG! earlier?” he asked, trying to sound fierce but he was too turned on and it came out soft and needy. “Hell no.” Breathy. “You’re fuckin’ right this isn’t part of your invitation. This is me getting even.”

He sank his fingers back inside her and she gave a throaty moan. On her knees still, she shifted one thigh further out, spreading herself wider for him.

Momo

All Momo wanted in that moment was for Katsuki to lift her skirt up over her back, rip her panties off of her, and fuck her from behind. But he hadn’t even grinded against her. He seemed so in control and Momo was thrilled because it meant she didn’t have to be.

Suddenly Momo heard Sero’s voice coming from down the hall and she jerked with surprise and stood up quickly, glad her hands were on the shelf to help her stand because her whole body was so shaky with want. Katsuki stealthily slipped his hand out from the top of her waistband as she rose to her feet. She was breathing so fast, her skin so hot, her head muddled and she was pulsing between her legs.

Momo immediately went to the closet door leaving Katsuki kneeling on the floor and panting. She opened it, practically running into Sero.

“Sorry, Momo-“

“My apologies,” she said, her voice sounding out of breath and she was mortified but she quickly walked down the hall away from the living area heading toward the elevator thinking she would run into less people in that direction. She smoothed her shirt down as she walked, not sure how disheveled she looked. Momo knew she wasn’t walking as dignified as she normally did.

She reached the end of the hall and hit the button and was thankful the elevator doors opened immediately. Momo walked into the compartment and as she turned and hit the 5th floor button, she looked through the doors as they closed. Katsuki was standing at the end of the hall staring at her. His eyes burned in the darkened space and she felt it ache deep in her stomach.

The doors closed and she leaned against the back wall as the elevator traveled up. She took deep breaths trying to calm herself but she was still on fire.

As the elevator arrived at her floor, part of her half-expected Katsuki would be in the hallway when the door opened. Momo knew he was physically capable of going up the flights of stairs that quickly, especially if he used his quirk.

“This is madness…” she whispered between quickened breaths. A minute before she had thoughts of Katsuki taking her, all of her, but now her logic was having its way with her and she was thinking more rationally. As the elevator doors opened, Momo saw he wasn't in the hallway and she felt great disappointment and a tiny bit of shame at the realization. She quickly ran to her door, her heart racing suddenly like she was prey running from a predator. When she put her hand on her doorknob she had the fleeting thought What if Katsuki is lying in wait for me in my room? He isn’t finished paying me back for what I did to him during the game.

Momo opened the door and stepped into her room, her heart racing, but Katsuki wasn’t there and she let out a shaky breath releasing some of the tension. She closed the door behind her but before it clicked shut she saw a hand grab the side of the door and the shock of it rippled through her even though she had half been expecting it.

Katsuki pushed the door open looking as disheveled as Momo felt, his face red and sweaty. “Pop quiz,” he said, his words rushed with his heavy breathing.

“I beg your pardon?” Momo asked, her skin buzzing with excitement as she licked her dry lips.

He slipped into her room, closed her door shut behind him, and scooped her up. Her body jerked in his arms surprised at the suddenness of her feet leaving the floor.

Seconds later he laid Momo out on her bed. “We agreed, no impromptu sessions,” she said hating she had ever suggested that rule in the first place. It seemed they kept pushing against it though. Last night it was ‘amending the schedule.’ In the closet it was ‘taking up the invitation’ and then Katsuki getting even with her. “We can’t keep bending the rules.” She could barely hear the words she spoke through the blare of her beating heart.

“This isn’t an impromptu session. You’re giving me a pop quiz.” The grin on his face was wicked and wide with self-satisfaction.

“Pop Quiz?”

“Yeah, to see if I’m ready for tomorrow. You got to quiz me on what I’ve learned so far.”

He slid back down to where he was standing at the foot of her bed. He then ran his fingers up to Momo’s waistband and pulled her skirt down past her thighs all the way to her feet and he tossed the garment on the floor.

Katsuki ran his hands up her bare legs and the sensation made her stomach tremble at his touch. He gripped the top of her panties at her hips. “Open book?” His face wasn’t donning the same devilish grin now. This look was even more dangerous. His mouth was slack and barely open, but his eyes smoldered with intent.

“What?” Momo could only ask, confusion and want jumbling her thoughts

He breathed out a sigh of humor and a glint of an impish smile flashed across his face. “Will the Pop Quiz be open book, Yaoyorozu-sensei?”

Momo held her breath as her skin thrummed with anticipation. The whole nature of Pop Quizzes are that they are, indeed, impromptu, so a Pop Quiz is definitely breaking the ‘no impromptu sessions’ rule the logical part of Momo schooled to her. But she wanted this so badly, she would let Katsuki bend the ‘no impromptu sessions’ rule. At that moment she didn’t care if he broke the damn thing off.

“The…” she felt the fever of arousal spread through her body and she let herself sink into it as she found her words. “Pop Quiz… will be open book.” She wasn’t exactly sure what kind of ‘Pop Quiz’ Katsuki had in mind, but if it involved her in a state of undress so Katsuki could touch her she was all for it.

Katsuki’s jaw dropped like he was surprised she gave in so easily or maybe that she even gave in at all. Then he licked his lips, grinned, and spoke. “Of course, you’d give a Pop Quiz the day before a major exam.”

They had a very important session the next day… she tried to stifle any additional excitement from the thought. She also was trying not to think about how coy Katsuki was being and how much she liked it. “I know you’re studious enough to handle it,” Momo said trying to hide how much she wanted him to touch her. He hooked his fingers at her panties at her hips and pulled them down watching her face. She swallowed trying her best to keep a serious and unflappable expression. “And it is open book so you’re very welcome.”

Katsuki slipped her panties past her feet and tossed them on the floor. Hiking a knee up on her bed, he climbed up and then laid next to her, facing her, and ran his hand up her thigh. “Open book… it’s the least you could do,” he whispered and Momo could barely take a breath before he slammed his lips against hers. She kissed him back with the same fervor and he broke away seconds later, took a shuddering breath, said, “Thank you, sensei,” and then buried two fingers into her as he licked into her mouth.

The kiss was electric, Katsuki’s touch like lightning, igniting a chain reaction of pleasure that flooded her system. It made her breathing erratic, her chest heaving out of rhythm. Momo could barely reciprocate kissing him back as a wave of energy overtook her, so fierce and ramping up the tension building inside her.

He broke away from her, heavily panting from the last several passionate moments. “No kissing,” he said between quickened breaths. He slipped his fingers out and touched her clit and she gasped with surprise at how close she was already, Momo tried her best not to whimper. Katsuki touched her slowly, rubbing soft circles over her most sensitive spot as if he knew how sensitive she already was.

No kissing. The rules. Momo normally loved rules but now part of her wanted to tear them all out. Out of the pink binder where they sat between the spreadsheets. But she wouldn’t bend or straight up break the rules like Katsuki, even though he would argue he wasn’t breaking them. That wasn’t her style. She would use the rules to her advantage then.

“That’s correct. ‘No kissing.’ That is ten points off your final grade for the Pop Quiz,” Momo whispered out, trying to stir some authority in her tone so she didn’t sound so needy. Because she was so needy at that moment.

“’Tch.” Katsuki pushed the sound out of his mouth, she could tell he didn’t like what she had said one bit.

“Guess I’m hoping I can do some stuff for extra credit.” His hand left her and he slid away from her and moved to the foot of the bed. Katsuki then reached for her hips and pulled her towards him and then he lowered himself between her legs, his shoulders spreading her knees just like the night in his room before they were interrupted.

“Katsuki…” Momo said as she watched him intently. Would he go down on her? Would he jump the gun, not waiting for tomorrow? His face was more than a foot away from her nethers though, somehow both too close and not close enough Momo thought to herself.

Katsuki spread his hands out and brought them both to the creases of her body where her legs met her torso. His forefinger and thumb stretched wide as he rested his hands on her, encircling her nether region, but only touching her at the creases of her body and her inner thighs. Momo’s whole body shuddered as she watched his face.

Katsuki stared at her privates with a contemplative look on his face, the corner of his mouth ticking up slightly. “Beautiful,” he said and Momo felt so exposed at that moment, so vulnerable. But before she could think about it she felt him run a finger lightly against her body and she gasped out.

“Labia Majora,” he said as he touched her there and she watched his face as she swallowed and willed herself not to move, not to roll her hips with want for more. Momo suddenly felt his thumb brush her pubic bone and her legs opened up more, she couldn’t help it. “Mons pubis,” Katsuki said as his gaze flicked up to her for a second. Her breathing was increasing and she lifted her upper body off the bed a bit, her elbows bent, supporting her a little so she could watch him better. Maybe that would make her feel less vulnerable.

“Labia Minora…” he said as she felt him touch her, both sides of her, two fingers drawing down lightly on her sensitive folds.

Momo bit her lip to keep from moaning and laid back down, closing her eyes tightly. Watching him had not made her feel any more in control of the situation. It was the ultimate tease, this infernal Pop Quiz.

Then he touched her gently at a place she wasn’t expecting and she arched her back and cried out as a foreign pleasure shot through her making her heart race. Momo lifted her head off the bed and met his gaze. “Perineum,” he said and he swallowed, his eyes practically glowing with curiosity and lust.

He slipped his fingertip upward, tracing her. “Vulva,” he whispered and then Momo moaned, not caring to sensor herself. She dropped her head back and shut her eyes tightly again. Katsuki’s light, teasing, ghost of a touch kept going slowly until he landed right above her core. “Clitoral hood,” he said as he gently ran his finger down the hood, igniting pleasure that coiled so deep and tight inside her, and then he lifted his finger off of her. A second later he repeated the action, a small downward brush of the lightest pressure that made Momo finally roll her hips, arch her back, and whimper.

Momo wanted more. She needed more. She rolled her hips again, finding no contact, no touch, and she gripped the comforter underneath her at her sides with frantic hands and she waited for him to tease her again. Would he touch her clit next? Her aching core was so ready for his touch.

She didn’t dare peek and then Momo realized the mystery, the unknown, the chaos was a bit intoxicating as much as it was bothersome. The now familiar feeling of Katsuki’s fingertip at her entrance made her arch her back and utter out a shrill, “Please…”

She heard Katsuki sigh with satisfaction. “Vaginal opening,” he said as he plunged his finger unbearably slow inside her. Momo rolled her hips, her impatience taking over, aiding Katsuki.
“How did I do, sensei?” Katsuki asked her.

Momo was breathing so hard as Katsuki slowly brought his finger back out. “Excellent,” Momo whispered. She felt him leave her and then she opened her eyes and lifted her head, meeting his gaze.

“Got any extra credit for me? So I can get 100?” He smirked at her. She loved him so much at that moment but also loathed him because she knew he was enjoying this a little too much, the teasing and torment wereright up his alley.

Momo didn’t hesitate as she answered him. “I will give you 10 points of extra credit if you taste me.”

His audacious expression dropped from his face as he stared at her, replaced by shock which then morphed right into intense seriousness. She could tell he had made up his mind and she reveled in that. Momo knew she wouldn’t last long, she was so close the way she was throbbing. He lowered his face toward her aching body and she held her breath as she watched him intently. Then he suddenly brought his hand up to his face and slipped his forefinger and middle finger into his mouth. Katsuki closed his eyes and hummed with pleasure as he savored her juices on his fingers. His eyelids fluttered with ecstasy as he slowly brought his fingers out and made a loud popping noise as he extricated them from his mouth.

He met her vehement stare and he grinned at her, so proud of himself. “You taste amazing, Princess.”

She furrowed her brow at him as he laughed and shifted his position on the bed until he was lying next to her. “You’re cute when you don’t get your way,” he said still grinning wide.

“I will remind you of that statement the next time we get into an argument.”

“I’ll take your mind off of not getting what you want then…” and seconds later, his fingers slipped back inside her. Her back arching, a crying whine, thighs shaking, core pulsing. The building pleasure inside her, so alive and electric, was about to be unleashed.

Momo rocked her hips forcefully as Katsuki fingered her and he whispered out an amazed, “Shit…” his breathing almost as fast as hers. She realized she was practically fucking Katsuki’s hand with her eager movement. Any bit of shame she should have felt had left her as she neared closer and closer to her desired release.

“Do you want me to-“

“Yes, touch me,” she breathed out, interrupting him. She knew it would instantly push her to the edge.

He slipped out of her and then hot, wet, eager fingertips rubbed her ready core.

Katsuki buried his face next to Momo’s ear and whispered, “Glans clitoris,” ending the Pop Quiz. As he brought her to a chaotic, breath-stealing climax, her hips gyrated as if she still had something inside her. Sharp pleasure, white and electric, blinded her as she cried out with the last air in her lungs. And then Momo inhaled deeply, as the overstimulation hit her. Before she stilled Katsuki’s hand with her own, he stopped stroking her.

Momo’s chest hurt with her panting and how much her heart was racing, but it was already slowing. She tilted her head and gazed at him as the afterglow took her in its blissed-out embrace. Katsuki brought his face close to hers, but didn’t kiss her, he just nuzzled his nose against hers for a moment. He then rolled away from her and slipped off her bed.

“Where are you going?” Momo asked abruptly as she lifted the back of her shoulders off the bed and slid her elbows behind her to support her upper body as she watched him walk to her door.

“On dinner duty tonight. Been putting off Satou with the grocery shopping. Gotta go now, he’s waiting for me downstairs.”

Katsuki was grocery shopping a couple of hours before he had to make dinner? He was the last person in their class that would ever cut it that close. And Momo knew she was the reason for it and guilt filled her.

“You left him waiting while you came up here and…” Momo exhaled with disbelief.

Katsuki gave her a lopsided grin. “Earlier after we left the closet he caught me in the kitchen and talked to me for a sec before I ran up the stairs. I told him I’d be down there ready to go by 3:00…” Katsuki glanced at his watch. “I got two minutes.”

“What about you?”

He furrowed his brow at her question as if he didn’t know what she was asking.

“You didn’t…” Momo glanced down at his crotch. The tenting was evident.

“By the time I make it down the stairs, it’ll be less noticeable,” he said as he adjusted himself. “And gone by the time I leave campus.”

Momo frowned at him.

“What?” he shot at her. “I came the other night and you didn’t. So we’re even.”

“You don’t have to keep score with everything,” she said, finally smiling back at him.

He rolled his eyes and then puckered his lips at her, a kissing noise sounding through the air, like he was throwing a kiss her way, and then he grinned at her as he left, closing her door behind him.

Momo laid back down, slipped under her covers still half naked, and decided to take a nap. She had never been so blissfully hedonistic in all her life. She gave into all her baser instincts of pleasure as she stretched indulgently and fell asleep.

💡

Satou

Rikidou sat on the couch and then glanced at his watch. It was 5 minutes until 3 and he was a little surprised Bakugou wasn’t down already. Class 3A knew how early he was to any planned activity, to the point he was often the first person at things, waiting (and complaining) on everyone else.

He had kept asking Bakugou the last few days when they could do their dinner shopping, Rikidou even offered to do it solo, but Bakugou kept putting him off which was strange. He knew what needed to be purchased because he and Bakugou always cooked the same thing. In fact, Bakugou had asked (well, he TOLD Tenya and Yaomomo) to always be grouped with Rikidou during first year because Rikidou was ‘one of the few extras’ that didn’t get on Bakugou’s last nerve.

Rikidou could have done the shopping AND easily carried everything back. The two of them had been doing the same dinner since the first time they had been grouped together for dinner duty. It was such a huge hit with the class so they just repeated it, perfecting their recipes even more over time. Bakugou made katsudon and Rikidou made two sheet cakes, one peanut butter, one almond. This had them working side-by-side but also doing their own thing so it tended to be more efficient since Bakugou was a good cook and Rikidou a skilled baker. They stuck to their areas of knowledge.

And early on, Bakugou doing his own thing meant he wasn’t yelling due to impatience or whatever other things that could set him off. Although that really wasn’t the case with him anymore. He had mellowed quite a bit since the war and seldom lost his shit. He was actually pleasant to be around. Well, most ofthe time at least. And because of that Rikidou may have developed a little bit of a crush.

“I’m already so hungry…I don’t think I’ll make it to dinner,” Denki said and then whined as he buried his face in a pillow. He was lying on the couch across from Rikidou watching Mineta and Hanta play on the X Box.

“It’s not even 3 yet, go get a snack or something,” Eijirou said, his arm wrapped around Toru as they snuggled together on the couch.

Denki peeked up at Eijirou. “I will give you a million yen if you get me something from the pantry.”

Eijirou shook his head with a grin and he gave Toru a peck on the lips (or Rikidou assumed, she was invisible). She whispered something to him and he whispered back, Eijirou breaking out with a soft smile. And then Denki launched a pillow at them, Eijirou swatting it away before it hit them.

“UGH!” Denki said as he flopped on his back, pulled out his phone, and began scrolling. “I guess I’ll starve.”

“Who’s cooking tonight anyway?” Hanta asked, not looking away from the tv.

“Me and Bakugou,” Rikidou ansered.

“Pork cutlet bowl and peanut butter cake, YES!” Denki said with much enthusiasm as he grinned at Rikidou. “I’ll wait for that shit. Sweet.”

“Speaking of Bakugou,” Mina said. She was curled up at Denki’s feet and was waking up from a nap. “He’s been MIA lately.”

“Not any more than he usually is,” Mineta commented.

“Maybe… it’s just that we usually hit the gym around the same time during the week and I haven’t seen him there like the last two weeks. And usually he studies down here daily, but I think I only remember seeing him study once this week. Earlier today.” She sat up and stretched, an arm over her head. She made eye contact with Rikidou and gave him a friendly smile. Mina and Rikidou had messed around some at the beginning of the year, luckily it hadn’t screwed up their friendship. She was one of his closest friends in 3A. “What do you think Riki? Think he’s being more anti-social than usual?”

Rikidou shrugged. “Not sure.” But that was a lie. Bakugou had definitely been hanging around with their class less. Rikidou had noticed because he always paid attention to Bakugou when he was around. And Rikidou was curious as to the reasons why he was missing more than usual.

“Well, he had work study this morning and yesterday. And I think he’s just studying in his room more now,” Eijirou said.

“Like you would know…you and Toru are barely ever down here,” Mina said with a wicked grin. “Surprised we didn’t figure you both were together sooner.”

The stairway door opened and Bakugou came bounding through it. His cheeks were flushed red and he was a little sweaty at the temples. Could going down a couple of flights of stairs have him that spent? That seemed like an impossibility, but Mina did say he hadn’t been going to the gym lately.

“Let’s go,” he said as he approached Rikidou, Rikidou rising from the couch to join him.

“Hey, we were just talking about how you’re never around anymore,” Mina said, staring Bakugou down.

We?” Bakugou asked with a grin. “You mean you.”

Mina narrowed her eyes at him.

“Where yall off to?” Eijirou asked looking up at them.

“Shopping.” Bakugou looked at Rikidou and nodded at the door as the two of them headed towards it.

“Need any help?” Eijirou asked.

Bakugou didn’t answer as he grabbed the reusable totes hanging on the hook at the front door.

“Uh, we’re good. Thanks though,” Rikidou said as he followed Bakugou out.

They walked in silence for a bit, Rikidou trying not to glance at Bakugou too much. He really needed to quit this whole crushing on him business. But it wasn’t like anyone had any real control over that kind of thing.

“How are things at Fourth Kind’s agency?” Bakugou asked, not looking over at him. Rikidou held his breath, surprised Bakugou was not only making small talk with him, but that he knew what agency Rikidou was even at. It had been a recent change for him. A better agency fit than where he had been at previously.

“Uh…good. I’ve been learning a lot. I’ve been working closely with one of his sidekicks.”

“Atlas?” Bakugou asked, his gaze still out in front of him.

“Yeah,” Rikidou answered, surprised Bakugou knew anything about the agency. It wasn’t one of the big, prestigious ones.

“Good. Hope Fourth Kind isn’t being a total dick to you. E said he could be a hard ass back when he interned for him during first year.” A twisting, pleasant feeling erupted in Rikidou’s stomach and he was so embarrassed by it.

“He’s not too bad,” Rikidou managed.

They entered the store, Rikidou trying not to read too much into their interaction. They shopped separately like they always did and whoever finished first would wait for the other person and then they would check out together using the dorm credit card. Rikidou always rushed because he didn’t want Bakugou waiting on him. At first it was because Bakugou could be rude about being made to wait. But now that he had mellowed, Rikidou still did it just because he was a people pleaser.

For the first time since first year, Rikidou was done first. About a minute later, Bakugou approached him, his totes full. “Sorry to make you wait. Saw these and picked some up. You bake with these a lot so thought you could use ‘em.” He held up some raspberries that were huge and firm, they looked delicious.

Rikidou’s face was overcome with sickeningly hot waves. “Uh…yeah, thanks, man.”

Bakugou apologized to him? And picked up raspberries which were Rikidou’s favorite fruit? What the hell was going on? Had he unknowingly slipped into an alternate reality where Bakugou was overly conscientious of his dorm mates? Sure he had improved vastly over time and did know a lot more about his classmates than he let on. They all knew at this point that Bakugou really DID care about their class. He even did nice things anonymously, or so Bakugou thought. But Rikidou saw. This upfront kind of caring though was something new.

They walked back in their usual silence and immediately started on dinner when they hit Alliance Heights. It was always so strange to him how domestic Bakugou could be. He was one of the very few in their class that always wore an apron when he cooked and he even had his own set of personal knives and a blackened skillet he kept in his room.

The two of them moved around each other in the kitchen with practiced care. It was second nature and Bakugou would run off others from the kitchen if they dared enter. Except one person he realized when she showed up, and Rikidou couldn’t help but notice how Bakugou’s face lit up when he saw her.

“Hey, Ponytail.”

Momo asked if she could help, and Bakugou smiled at her. Rikidou knew Momo and Bakugou were close friends, their interaction was no big surprise. But that smile. There was something different about it, something Rikidou had never seen before.

As the dinner preparations continued, Rikidou couldn’t help but notice Momo and Bakugou interacting with one another differently then they had in the past. Momo lightly touching Bakugou’s shoulder. Bakugou moving her by placing a hand on her waist and she instinctively scootched over the perfect amount he needed her to move. Momo smiling at Bakugou so much, it was hard not to notice the way her eyes twinkled. Bakugou popping a small piece of fried, breaded pork in her mouth, Momo's eyes going wide with surprise. She then nodded with approval as she chewed it, Bakugou watching her with a small smile on his face.

Rikidou’s heart sank. It was silly, his reaction he thought to himself because it was just a little crush. Not like he had expected anything to happen between himself and Bakugou. Rikidou was such a hopeless romantic anyway; he had had a crush on half the class at some point.

Kyoka walked into the kitchen and gave Momo a side hug. Momo wrapped her arm around her and then Kyoka and her, still leaning against each other talked to each other. Bakugou added the beaten eggs to the large pot of katsudon, the last step for the meal. The cakes had cooled and Rikidou was ready to add the frostings.

“May I help?” Yaomomo asked. She had helped frost the cakes before.

“Sure,” Rikidou said with a smile and handed her the peanut butter frosting.

As they both frosted their respective cakes, Momo continued to chit-chat with Kyoka. Rikidou looked over at Bakugou who was leaning against the counter of the bar opposite them.

Bakugou’s expression was everything. It was almost pained in a way, but also full of awe and wonder. His brows were pinched together, his eyes watery, the ends of his mouth pulling into an expression that wasn’t a frown or a grimace, but it was intense. There was a seldom-seen openness, a beauty to the anguish that was etched upon his fine features. It was like Rikidou was looking into his soul.

And Bakugou was staring right at Momo, unbeknownst to her.

Rikidou looked away quickly as if Bakugou had suddenly appeared buck naked in front of him and he had to look away because it was uncouth to gawk at him, so vulnerable in that moment.

If Rikidou had any doubts about Momo and Bakugou’s relationship, observing a Bakugou caught unaware at that moment put those doubts to rest.

Suddenly Eijirou appeared, throwing an arm around Bakugou, and Rikidou dared to look up in time to catch Bakugou now wearing one of his typical expressions.

There was no question now where the MIA Bakugou had been the last couple of weeks. Who he had been spending all his time with was no longer a mystery.

Rikidou had thought back to Bakugou’s interaction with him earlier. Bakugou had made leaps and bounds in his personal development during his time at UA, and Momo was inspiring him even more.

The rest of the evening had been pleasant, Rikidou spending time with his friends, eating delicious food, and basking in Class 3A’s camaraderie knowing there were only a few short months left to enjoy it.

Rikidou was gifted with the art of perspective, which made it easy for him to live his life happily and as a hero-in-training, he knew it would continue to benefit him in his profession as well. Sure, he was a bit heartsick but it wouldn’t last long. And now he had the dream deep in him that one day in the future he would meet someone special. He hoped he would look at them the way Bakugou looked at Momo that moment in the kitchen. And he hoped that person would feel the same about him.

💡

Katsuki

Dinner prep, eating with his class, and hanging out together afterward had been amazing. Every second spent with Momo, even with everyone else, even if it just entailed cooking dinner together side-by-side made him unbelievably sick with happiness. It was a weird way to put it, he thought to himself, but it was too fitting.

Around 8 o’clock however he could tell Momo was dragging. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, somehow miraculously not touching for close to a half hour to keep things secret like usual, and she kept nodding off.

Katsuki gave her a look and whispered to her she needed rest. She immediately pushed back saying she was fine, even whispering back to him she had taken a nap after his ‘Pop Quiz.’ He smirked to himself thinking about the ‘Pop Quiz’ for a second, and then immediately quit thinking about it because he didn’t need to get hard there in the living room.

He knew she was the reason she was so tired, a lot had happened between them the last several days. Katsuki felt terribly guilty about it. The next day would be their regular grind of classes and she needed to be ready for that. He told her just that and then she sighed, giving in. She would take a shower and head to bed early.

Katsuki spent several minutes hanging out with the class, and when he saw the opportunity, he snuck off and went to his room. He had his own studying he needed to tend to.

He sat on his bed, the “She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman” book in his lap. He finished the chapter he had been reading and before he started the next, Katsuki thought back to the very first night Momo had come to him and proposed the sex study.

So, you remember how that one guy said having a love life was something that couldn’t be learned by studying. Well, what if he was wrong?’

He smiled to himself at the memory. Katsuki had found out thatin addition to the two books Momo had left him with that night, there was a plethora of educational sex books where one could, indeed, learn how to bang. He felt like he was ready for tomorrow’s session, but he was still nervous. Katsuki wanted to be the best at everything at that included eating pussy.

And more importantly, he wanted to blow Momo’s mind.

Several minutes later he was deep into the chapter he most wanted to read. ‘As for your tongue, it should easily be able to rest against her vaginal entrance and cover its entire expanse from top to bottom. This position enables you to apply a full range of motion with your tongue: from long vigorous licks to deft persistent flicks, from keeping it flat and still to applying focused tongue-tip pressure. All in all, you should be completely involved with her vulva; on top of it, buried in it: face, mouth, nose, gums, teeth, and tongue—all of which will be employed one way or another. If a filmmaker were capturing the event, very little would be seen beyond the still back of your head. Certainly, there would be few, if any, flashes of tongue.’

Katsuki brought his hands out in front of him, interlacing his fingers and using his forefingers and thumbs to make a diamond shape, his thumbs overlapping until the opening was the desired size. He then practiced, face positioned where he needed to be and he began licking, lapping, flicking, trying out different rhythms and varying pressure, imagining Momo’s clit, her pussy, and he must have been so distracted and didn’t hear his door open because he looked past his fingers and saw Eijirou’s bright red eyes.

“Holy Shit! Good for you, man!” he said, a huge grin breaking out on his face.

Katsuki’s face heated up with embarrassment as he dropped his hands and bellowed out, “You realize you’re seconds away from dying right now!”

“Dude, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about! Y’know one of my moms is a couple’s counselor and she recs that book-“

Eijirou’s gaze fell on the book in Katsuki’s lap and Katsuki belted out, “Stop TALKING, damn you!” as he closed up the book.

“So you and Momo seem to be moving pretty fast considering it’s yall’s first relationship-“

Katsuki bounded off his bed and pushed Eijirou out the open door. “And quit fucking coming into my room without knocking, you maniac!”

“If you need any pointers, I can-“

“STOP TALKING!” Katsuki shut the door after Eijirou was out in the hall and he ran a hand down his enflamed face. He took a deep breath trying to tell himself Eijirou meant well. He finished the chapter without any more ‘practicing’ and then got ready for bed.

He killed the lights, changed into pajama bottoms, lost his shirt, and lay in his bed. Right before he fell asleep, his door burst open and Katsuki shot up, his heart racing. “What the fuck!?” he cried out clutching his chest. Someone flipped on the lights and Katsuki saw Eijirou standing inside his room, his laptop in his hand.

Before Katsuki could yell at him, Eijirou quickly said, “Kat! Someone just posted some pics of you on discord!”

Katsuki looked at Eijirou like he was speaking another language. “I don’t give a shit, vulture paparazzi are always snappin’ pics and-“

“No…it’s not that…Just look.”

Eijirou sat next to him on his bed and as Katsuki’s gaze landed on his laptop screen Katsuki reflexively said, “Fuck.”

He was staring at the dick pic he had sent Momo. It had somehow leaked. “What the hell is this on? Instagram? TikTok?”

“Dude, you really need to get a clue about social media, this is Discord.” Eijirou quickly explained it was a social media platform but its main use was for communication for groups through text messaging and voice channels.

“So who can fucking see this pic? Everyone?”

“No, this is a small private server, it’s just for third-year hero course students.”

“So some fucker from 3A or 3B got into my fucking phone?”

“It came from a profile no one recognized. And what I’m showing you is a screenshot. Kendou who’s a mod deleted the pics a little after they showed up.”

“Pics?!” Katsuki wanted to rage. “Show me,” he growled thinking about Momo’s pic.

“Dude, just calm down.” Eijirou clicked another tab. That screenshot had the other pic Katsuki had sent her that night and the pic Momo had sent of herself.

“Goddammit,” Katsuki seethed. He felt like an idiot. Of course the other pic of him had to be leaked, too, because how else would they know the dick pic was Katsuki’s dick? And now Momo’s pic had been exposed as well. He only hoped her disguise would keep her identity a secret. That’s really all he cared about at the moment.

“Yeah, I was about to come in here and clock you, for a second I thought you were sexting someone other than Momo. Then I realized whoever posted the pics probably put the pic of the blonde girl in there to get more attention. Like you were sexting someone. Sensationalize it more.”

Katsuki was glad Eijirou didn’t recognize it was Momo. She had been smart with her disguise. Much smarter than he had been.

“But you…well… I’m assuming you sent your pics to Momo? That you aren’t running around on her.” Eijirou raised an eyebrow, a look of judgment in the expression.

“Obviously,” Katsuki said through gritted teeth. Eijirou nodded; he was just making sure Katsuki was being manly so he couldn’t get too mad at his bestie. Eijirou cared about Momo, too, which Katsuki was glad about even if he wasn’t showing it at that moment.

Katsuki kept clicking back and forth between the two screenshots. “Dammit!!” Even though the dick pic didn’t have his face in the pic, when seen side by side with the other pic that showed his face, the lighting, the quality of the pic, and his skin tone were perfect matches in the two pics. Separate, no one would have guessed it was Katsuki’s dick. But together with the other shirtless pic showing half his face, it was obvious it was him. Why had he been so stupid?

“You need to see Aizawa-sensei ASAP,” Eijirou said.

“What can he fucking do at this point? You took a screenshot so I’m sure others did before it was deleted.” Katsuki thought about the pics going viral and began to sweat. Even though Momo’s identity was hidden it still drove him crazy about it going public and someone somehow finding out it was her.

“I don’t think anyone from our class or 3B would spread it honestly, but your pic isn’t the first… problematic pic someone has shared on Discord or on some group chats. UA has a lot of power and reach. Aizawa will let UA know so they can do stuff on their end and then he and King Vlad will give some scary speech about sharing this kind of stuff during homeroom. No one wants to get expelled so I don’t think it will go beyond our two classes.”

Katsuki nodded at Eijirou. He remembered a couple of occasions where Aizawa addressed their class on some shit just like this. Katsuki wasn’t involved with any of the groups and had no idea what was really going on so that meant he didn’t care and hadn’t paid attention closely. Also, UA was its own powerful and in some ways scary entity. They had technology and reach so Katsuki thought they probably had ways to make stuff like this disappear. They wouldn’t want any of their students making them look bad. They had a reputation to uphold.

Of course now Katsuki knew someone had intercepted his and Momo’s texts. Possibly someone in the third-year hero course, although it sounded like it may have been someone else the way Eijrou talked. And that person probably did know Momo’s identity. Katsuki was so livid, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Maybe UA could though. Maybe they had the technology to find out who the bastard was that did this and leaked it to his classmates.

Katsuki got dressed and headed to the faculty dorm to speak to Aizawa-sensei, Eijirou’s laptop in tow to show him the evidence if he had to. It wasn’t ten yet, so hopefully he wasn’t asleep. He now worried about what punishment he would have because of this. He didn’t think he would get expelled, but now that worry began to set in. Getting expelled from UA over sending a fucking dick pic! Katsuki internally screamed at himself.

If someone would have told him two weeks ago he would be talking to Aizawa-sensei about damage control for a dick pic, he would have thought that person was absolutely nuts and would have kicked their ass. Katsuki prided himself on not being a typical teenager. He took the hero course seriously and had been accused of being the grumpy grandpa of 3A on several occasions with his stringent schedule that had him in bed by 8:30 and up by 6:00. But then Momo happened. And apparently, he was just a typical, basic, horny teenager.

Momo

Momo’s phone alarm went off and she quickly got dressed. She had been so exhausted the night before that she had decided to sleep as long as possible and wake up with enough time to get dressed and eat breakfast.

She grabbed her phone, put it in her backpack, and headed downstairs. When she walked into the kitchen, she was surprised to see almost everyone from their class having breakfast or hanging out and there was a kind of intense energy buzzing around.

As she approached a table, Kyoka came up to her, her eyes looking completely bewildered to where Momo was immediately on edge. “What’s wrong-“

“Don’t you ever check your phone?” she rasped at Momo, interrupting her. “I’ve been texting you like crazy the last ten minutes. I should have just gone up to your room-“

Denki and Mina looked up at them and Kyoka quickly whispered, “Don’t sit next to Bakugou and read your fucking texts,” and then she walked away and sat next to Ochako.

Momo felt an unpleasant tingle run up her spine as she sat at the table, taking a seat across from Kyoka. She had muted her phone for the Habitat by Heroes meeting the day before and forgot to unmute it. She placed her backpack on the floor next to her chair, pulled out her phone, and immediately read Kyoka’s texts from several minutes before.

Kyo-yo: there was a dick pic of baku on the hero course discord last nite

Momo gasped and then felt like someone had punched her in the gut, all the air depressed from her lungs.

Kyo-yo: my phone died early last night so just now finding out

Kyo-yo: and there are two other pics

Kyo-yo: they were deleted pretty fast after they were posted

Kyo-yo: one pic I think you would be pretty concerned about

Kyo-yo: it was a nude of a blonde woman

Kyo-yo: where are you mo? This is kind of a big deal!!!!!

Kyo-yo: someone hacked into baku’s phone it looks like and posted his shit

Momo’s skin heated up and she set her phone down and stood up, needing to move to calm herself. She looked over at the table next to her and saw Katsuki was sitting next to Kirishima and Katsuki didn’t glance up at her. Momo walked into the kitchen and dished herself a plate wondering if anyone had figured out who the mystery blonde woman was. Katsuki was ignoring her and Kyoka had told her not to sit next to him. They didn’t want her to bring attention to her and Katsuki interacting. The more distance she could put between her and Katsuki at the moment, the better, since people were focused on him that morning due to the pic fiasco.

“Oh my god, Momo! Can you believe it?” Mina asked her, suddenly appearing next to her, speaking in low, rushed tones. “Bakugou of all people, isn’t that crazy?” She looked like she was about to pop. “God, I wonder who the blonde is! I think maybe she’s this third year business course student.”

Momo had no idea what to say to her.

“Did you see the pics?” Mina asked with a mischievous grin. “Or was it taken down already?”

Momo was on the third-year hero course Discord server, she knew everyone was in 3A and 3B. Except Katsuki. She had not been on the Discord server since early the previous day. Of course she technically had seen the pic. Correction. Pics. She now wondered if anyone had figured out it was her in the one pic. Kyoka had been a bit cryptic via the texting and Momo now wondered if Kyoka knew it was her in the nude pic. She might read through the ‘costume’ in the pic since she knew Momo and Katsuki were secretly together. If not, Kyoka would believe Katsuki was sexting someone else. She would need to clear things up with her as soon as it was safe for them to talk in private.

Mina ran off before Momo could answer, probably seeing someone else she could beam at about the juicy gossip.

Momo returned to the table she put her things down at, but this time she sat next to Kyoka to where she could see Katsuki. She set her plate of food down knowing she wouldn’t touch a bite of it. She was sick with worry, mainly for Katsuki. Although the realization dawned on her he was probably more concerned about her pic than his own. He would want her identity protected at all costs. She quickly checked her phone and saw Katsuki had texted her the night before.

Katsuki: i need to see u

Katsuki: ASAP

It had come through at 10:15 the night before. And then that morning at 7:00 he had texted her.

Katsuki: im a fucking idiot

Katsuki: its all my fault

She really hoped so. She would need to keep her distance from him though. She realized both Kyoka and Katsuki had made their texts super vague. Maybe worried the texts within the class were compromised.

“Everybody needs to quit whispering about it at this point. Kacchan knows we all know and almost everyone’s seen it, so it’s kind of stupid to act like you're hiding talking about it. It’s disrespectful,” Midoriya said loud enough for everyone at the tables and in the kitchen to hear. He was standing by Tenya at the edge of the kitchen by Momo’s table, his arms folded over his chest looking pissed.

“Or y’know, just not talk about it. Period,” Sero said, glaring at Denki and Mina who were huddled back together again. Sero and Denki were usually on the same page but Sero did have his limits with gossip and dorm shenanigans.

“So what you’re saying is we can talk about it?” Denki asked looking at Midoriya, ignoring what Sero had said. Most everyone else was looking at Katsuki whose gaze was locked on Denki. He didn’t look angry exactly Momo thought, but he didn’t look amused.

Midoriya shot Denki an exasperated look that was mirrored by Tenya.

“You got a death wish?” Ojirou asked Denki in a worried tone.

“You’re impossible. You don’t know when to leave shit alone,” Kyoka said with annoyance and Denki grinned at her.

Denki took a couple of steps and leaned on the table close to Katsuki. “So no more Schrodinger’s dick for you, eh Dynamight?”

Kyoka made a terrible noise, like some invisible giant squeezed a laugh out of her and a few other students dared to chuckle or make noises of amusement.

Momo shot a gaze at Kyoka that said Really? surprised she had laughed at Denki of all people. Kyoka looked apologetic for a second and then covered her mouth and said with a muffled tone, “You’re such an idiot, Denki.”

“What the hell is ‘Schrodinger’s dick?’” Mineta asked looking confused.

“Y’know, like ‘Schrodinger’s cat.’ Like the cat in that whole thing is both dead and alive at the same time? You don’t know for sure right? So like, Dynamight’s stans no longer have to wonder if Dynamight is packing or not. It’s no longer a mystery. And that’s kind of bad, cause y’know the allure of mystery and all that.”

“Damn man, gotta agree with Kyoka. You’re an idiot,” Sero said with a grin.

“Yeah, I don’t think Schrodinger’s cat works like that…” Mineta added.

Tenya cleared his throat. “Schrodinger’s cat is a thought experiment in quantum superposition. It’s a paradox, I don’t see how that has anything to do with-“

Midoriya placed his hand on Tenya’s shoulder and shook his head. A smirked ticked up on Midoriya’s face and Momo turned her head away from them. She brought a hand up as nonchalantly as possible to her face and covered a small smile. This was all admittedly ridiculous.

“Well, the stans won’t see or hear shit about it right?” Katsuki folded his arms over his chest and was smiling at Denki, but it wasn’t a friendly expression. His eyes were sending a different message than his mouth. “Because those pics and talk about those pics won’t make it past 3A and 3B. Right, Denki?” It was a warning, and the way he called Denki by his name somehow had the opposite effect of making that statement sound friendly.

“Of course. In fact, I’ll stop talking about it this very minute if you answer one question we’re all dying to know. Who’s the blonde with the tattoo?”

The smile dropped from Katsuki's face and he narrowed his eyes at Denki. His irises were two points of fiery rage and Denki shifted, the look on his face not quite as self-assured as he usually was, like he was realizing maybe he finally went too far.

“Dude, Kat’s probably never even talked to that girl. Whoever leaked Kat’s two pics just added that random nude to make it crazier and to stir more shit,” Kirishima said trying to smooth things over. Momo now wondered how much Kirishima knew about her and Katsuki’s relationship and if he knew the truth of the identity of the blonde with the tattoo. Was he covering for them? Or did Kirishima believe what he said?

“You guys, we should talk about something else,” Toru’s voice rang out.

“Yeah, this isn’t right,” Ochako said.

“Maybe…” Mina said, addressing Kirishima. She was standing near Momo now and Katsuki’s wildfire gaze glanced over her for a moment.

Mineta sat down a few seats from Katsuki. “I don’t know man, those boobs in that pic are kind of familiar.”

Momo immediately looked down at her food and took a bite.

“Like you’ve ever seen a set in real life, Minoru,” Sero laughed. “Your hentai doesn’t count.”

“Um, excuse me, but all of us have seen a real set several times just being members of this class.”

He could only mean one thing and Momo never wanted to punt Mineta across the room more than in that moment. Momo felt several sets of eyes on her and looked up, avoiding looking at Katsuki, knowing his look would probably speak violent volumes.

“Now look here, you little pervert!” Kyoka said as her earphone jacks shot over toward him and he grabbed two balls from the top of his head and used them to fend her off. Kyoka’s earphone jacks danced around the balls, knowing they were sticky and she didn’t want to touch them.

Todoroki sat right next to Mineta with his plate of food completely ignoring the onslaught. Two seconds later he spoke, “You’re wrong Mineta. Yaoyorozu’s not the one in that nude pic.”

Mineta and Kyoka immediately stopped fighting and all eyes were on Todoroki. He barely ever got involved with this sort of gossip and honestly, Momo was surprised he even knew what was going on. After Katsuki, he interacted with social media apps the least.

“What d’ya mean?” Mineta asked.

Todoroki swallowed his bite of food and then spoke in his usual wooden tone. “Yaoyorozu’s areolas are darker and bigger.”

“Oh my god.”

“What did he just say?”

“Damn Todoroki, something you want to tell us about you and Yao-momo?”

“HAHAHAHA”

“You keep saying shit like that, Half ‘N Half, and you’ll get a grenade up your ass!”

“It would seem someone has been pruning in forbidden gardens.”

“I always thought there was something going on between you two!” Mineta said as he pointed at Todoroki. Momo covered her mouth, not entirely sure if it was because she was going to burst into laughing at the whole asinine situation or because she felt like she was going to be sick. Chaos was igniting inside her and around her, her nerves so frayed she honestly didn’t know how she would react.

“No. That’s just you fantasizing in that horny brain of yours,” Todoroki said in his usual monotone and Momo was shocked at his words. He normally wasn’t quite so involved in this sort of conversation. “All I’m saying is that’s not Yaoyorozu in the picture.”

“Well there’s an easy way to find out,” Mina said. “Although I think it’s hilarious any of you think it’s Momo in that pic. She would never do something so stupid as to send a nude.”

“The girl in the pic is blonde though,” Denki said.

“Wigs exist,” Mineta replied.

“Okay, Mina. Then how do we find out?” Denki asked looking excited.

“Momo can prove it’s not her by showing us she doesn’t have the tattoo,” Mina said matter-of-factly.

All eyes were on Momo.

“That’s so not cool, Mina,” Kyoka protested and Momo glanced back at Katsuki who looked like he was about to blow up Alliance Heights at that very moment. Before he lost it, Momo lifted her chin, shot a look of daggers at Mina, and pulled her uniform shirt up and out of her skirt. She then lifted her shirt up and pulled her skirt down far enough to show the area where the gauntlet tattoo used to be before she scrubbed it off the night before during her shower. There was nothing there now so this would put the whole conversation to rest.

An awkward silence filled the air as Momo tucked her shirt back in.

“Momo…I’m sorry,” Mina said.

Momo walked to the other side of the table, donned her backpack not making eye contact with anyone, and quickly left the dorm to head to class.

She was only a few strides out the door when she heard Kyoka call out behind her.

Momo kept walking feeling the strange urge to want to cry now which made no sense to her.

Kyoka caught up with her. “Are you okay? I can’t believe Mina did that!”

Momo continued, not really knowing what to say. She wanted to talk to Katsuki to see how he was doing but she couldn’t do that right now, they needed to avoid each other for now.

“Momo, stop,” Kyoka said as she grabbed her by the forearm. “Over here, let’s walk over there and talk for a few.”

Kyoka locked arms with her and they walked forabout a minute until they made it to a decorative fountain. It was a popular place for students to hang out after school. Mature trees bordered it and there were several stone benches. Of course, before class no one was to be found so they had some privacy.

“I know that nude pic of the blonde is you in a wig wearing a fake tattoo.”

Momo’s jaw dropped with shock. Of course Kyoka figuring her disguise out wasn’t a huge stretch since she knew she and Katsuki were together. “How did you figure out it was me?”

“Because Bakugou told me. When I woke up this morning, I saw the Discord chat and people mentioned a blonde sexting Bakugou. I had to find out what was going on, I needed to see the pics but they had been deleted, so I went to Denki’s room and threatened to shock him to death if he didn’t show me the screenshots. I assumed he took some before they were deleted on the server because that clocks for him. He had them and he showed me.”

“Denki has screenshots!”

“He deleted them after I berated him about it. Come on, Mo, you know he and a few others in our class are gonna take screenshots.”

Momo winced, trying not to wish ill will on her classmates.

“When I saw them, I was livid with Bakugou because I thought he cheated on you.”

Momo’s jaw dropped again and she covered her mouth with her hand.

“So I went to his dorm next and was about to attack him with my earphone jacks for being a cheating bastard when he blurted out it was you in disguise.” Kyoka shook her head and sighed. “You two are fucking idiots.”

“I know.”

“And Mina and Denki… and that little shit Mineta this morning,” Kyoka sighed with irritation.

“Mina did me a favor actually. No one will suspect it is me in the pic now.”

“I guess…” Kyoka said seeming to calm down.

“Thank you for looking out for me.” Momo hugged her and a second later Kyoka gave in and hugged her back.

They walked to class right before the bell rang which Momo was happy about. She didn’t want to hear any more talk about the pictures. She made eye contact with Katsuki briefly as she took her seat and he had a sickly, pained expression on his face. Momo tried to give him a quick, reassuring smile that she was okay. She was a lot more worried about him.

Aizawa-sensei started class and as was expected he gave a mini-lecture about why students should not be sending compromising pictures or texts. “Last night someone stole pictures of a student and then posted the pictures on social media without their consent. This is unacceptable. This behavior warrants immediate expulsion from UA. I know some of you took screenshots, perhaps to aid in finding out who perpetrated this act, but all evidence of this invasion of privacy needs to be deleted. If you are found with any copies or screenshots of the explicit pictures you will also be expelled from UA.”

Aizawa-sensei looked so exhausted and so done about the whole thing. He wrapped up his lecture by reminding them that they would also be expelled if they shared the explicit pics with anyone. Aizawa-sensei then changed the subject to updates about the School Festival. Momo really hoped this would all be a distant memory soon. She had definitely learned her lesson and she was pretty sure Katsuki had, too.

Morning classes commenced and Momo’s frayed nerves slowly started to smooth back out. The lunch bell rang and Momo decided to take her time packing her backpack. She was glad when she saw the whole class file out of the room except Katsuki. She stood up and turned to him and the look on his face made her hold her breath. His eyes were watery, his lips were pinched together tightly, and his brows were furrowed with his intense emotions. “I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispered. “This is all my fault.”

"We're both to blame." Momo took a step toward him wanting to wrap her arms around him but he shook his head. She stopped in her tracks and understood. The classroom door was open and they didn’t need to be showing any PDA. They walked together to the cafeteria. Katsuki quickly whispered he had talked to Aizawa-sensei the night before and that most likely the pics would not leak beyond the two third-year classes mainly because no one wanted to get expelled and students knew UA was formidable and didn’t want to ‘fuck around and find out.’ Momo sighed with relief.

“Although Aizawa-sensei said there could be some risk after graduation or maybe years down the line. If the asshole who stole the pics and posted them on Discord is no longer a student at UA, what reason do they have to not post them to the public? Especially if they get money for doing it.”

Momo couldn’t help but make a pained expression. Only time would tell.

Katsuki told her he wouldn’t be expelled or suspended, but Aizawa slapped him with a few Sundays of cleaning duty at the dorm.

As they entered the cafeteria, Katsuki suggested they probably shouldn’t sit together and Momo nodded at him. She went through the line, got her tray, and sat next to Kyoka.

Mina sat across from her a minute later, tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry I’m such a shitty friend!”

Momo wasn’t even upset at her anymore, she knew Mina didn’t mean to hurt her, she just got carried away. “Don’t say that, Mina. It’s not true.”

“You’re a good friend, Mina. You’re just a horrible gossip,” Kyoka said.

“I’ll make it up to you, Momo!” Mina pleaded.

Momo had an idea. “Full body massage tomorrow after last hour.” They had conditioning tomorrow and Momo was still a little sore from her and Kyoka’s workout the day before. Mina was known for her excellent massages, she even had a massage table that Momo made for her during second year.

“Done!” Mina said as she hugged Momo tight.

Momo ate lunch and a few minutes later her phone went off with several reminders. She had a class rep meeting after school and... Momo blushed. 8:30 PM – Study Session with Katsuki. With all the pic craziness that morning, she had completely forgotten.

She texted Katsuki, wondering if maybe they should put things on hold due to the scandalous pics.

Momo: Are we still studying tonight? Or should we take a break?

Momo looked around and saw he wasn’t there. He probably had finished eating and already left the cafeteria. He replied a few seconds later.

Katsuki: hell yeah were still on

Katsuki: just cause some loser is fucking with my phone doesn’t mean we should neglect our studies.

Katsuki: see u later tonite

Momo smiled to herself, anticipation rushing over her skin.

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