5

A foundation is all well and good, but a strong foundation built with unworthy materials still eventually fails, no matter the construction.

Sometimes all it takes to discover weaknesses, to update the materials, is another point of view. Another eye on the prize.

And two is better than one.

…

There had been more than a bit of chaos last night, when the quartet of girls had stormed into Izuku's room, shouted his name and then dogpiled him. Sukuro in particular had practically vacuum-sealed herself to his side and refused to budge, clinging to him and trembling. She'd eventually fallen asleep, but still wouldn't let go, so when they settled into bed that night she joined him on his.

As did Himiko, Sakura and Ino. Inko had seen the four girls, had been told that they had permission from their parents to spend the night, and offered to share her space with them. Ino had cheerfully informed her that, while appreciated, Izuku's bed was what they'd be sleeping in. Even if it was smaller, they'd make it work somehow.

And that was why Izuku woke the next morning to find himself barricaded on all sides by female bodies. Sukuro was curled into the right side of his chest, using his shoulder as a pillow, while Toga lay behind her, cuddled up to her back. Sakura had taken his left side, her spine pressing against his ribs as she hugged his arm to her chest and, if the wetness was where he thought it was, also drooling on him. Ino was sprawled out on his chest like a living duvet, her unbound blonde hair tickling his neck and as he shifted in wakefulness, he froze as he felt something warm and soft clench around his early-day lumber issue.

Carefully lifting his head up, Izuku could, in fact, confirm that at some point in the night, Ino had shoved a hand down the front of his pajama pants and was currently, if unconsciously, groping him. Licking his lips and trying to ignore both a building sense of panic and enjoyment, he slowly tried to pull the tusked blonde away, only for her grip to tighten. He slipped his hand into his pants and wrapped it around hers, carefully prying her fingers away with all the consideration and tension of disarming a bomb before pulling it out.

No longer being molested, Izuku concentrated on getting out of bed, trying to slip his arm out of Sakura's surprisingly strong grasp without also waking her. Then an idea occurred and he carefully maneuvered Ino on top of his pink-haired sorta-girlfriend and like a limpet, the blonde latched on, leaving him plenty of room to escape. The second problem was his sweet, mint-haired also sorta-girlfriend clinging to his side, but that was solved by running his now-free hand up along her side, giving her a gentle rub under her shoulder that had Sukuro groaning quietly in her sleep and shifting.

Then he levered himself up, thanking his training for the strength in his hands and arms, and jumped out. Izuku looked back, smiling as the quartet unconsciously reached for his warmth and instead pulled each other into a sleeping, tangled embrace. Carefully, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Sakura's cheek, then Ino's, then Sukuro's and then, lastly, Toga's. Grabbing his phone and then his training clothes, he crept out of his room and headed for the bathroom, splashing his face to wake himself up before heading to the kitchen for a pre-workout snack.

"Izuku," his mother greeted him as he walked in, and he blinked at her. It was before six and she rarely if ever woke before eight, a few shoots notwithstanding, "Still going to meet All Might?" Her eyes were darkened with bags, but her gaze was sharp as she sipped a cup of steaming tea.

"How could I not?" he shrugged, quickly pulling a meal of rice and cold chicken together, sitting at the table with his mom. "When the Number One Hero says he wants to train you, who would refuse?"

"You have a point," Inko muttered, rubbing her cheek, "Still, disappearing all day might not be the best idea after what happened last night. I'm tempted to wrap you in bubble wrap before you set foot outside our door, I imagine your little girlfriends would be even worse about it."

Izuku scratched his chin as he chewed a mouthful of food. "I don't think it'll be all day; if he's wanting to start a long-term training program or something like that, I'll need to show him what I can do before figuring out what to improve." I hope so, at least, he thought to himself, inwardly grimacing at what the reaction would be if he was gone until sunset or something. Her words did bring another thought to mind, though. "So…you aren't feeling a little…weird about the whole girlfriends thing? Though, it's more casual dating, really."

She gave him a dry smirk. "Izuku, honey, if it had bothered me I would've said something months ago. It's more…surprising, I guess. And in a weird way, it makes me proud." Inko shrugged and took a large slurp of her tea. "As long as you aren't being pressured into doing something you don't want and you keep each other happy, then…that's pretty much everything you could ask for in a school-time relationship, really, and I'm glad that you're happy too, Izuku. No matter how many people are in it."

He reached across the table and took his mother's free hand, smiling warmly. "Thanks, mom," he whispered, giving her a squeeze that she returned, "Do you know where Dagoba Beach is?"

"Not far, a few miles that way," she pointed south, her face pinching, "I'm not sure why he'd ask you to go there, though. That place is a dump."

Izuku blinked at her. "It's a beach, how bad can it be?"

…

"…Oh, she meant literally," he commented a bit later, overlooking the beach and the piles of trash, ironically standing next to a vandalized sign that had once read 'No Dumping' but had been painted over to imaginitively say 'No Dumb' instead. The smell wasn't too bad, as the majority seemed to be appliances and wrecked cars, with some random trash scattered around for flavor.

As his eyes swept the beach, they landed on the skeletal form of All Might, casually sitting on the hood of a mangled car that appeared to have been torn in half at one point. Jogging over, the sand crunching under his shoes, he waved. "Hey, All Might!"

The nearly luminescent blue eyes of the Number One Hero darted over to him in a panic, mouth open to deny it, before he recognized who was calling to him. Then his eyes widened as he saw the thin boy from yesterday in a tanktop and shorts. Just how slimming are those school uniforms?! He thought, before shaking it off. "Quiet, m'boy! Remember, no one can know about this side of me. When I look like this, just call me Yagi Toshinori, alright?"

"Right, sorry!" Izuku nodded, rubbing his neck sheepishly. Even after seeing it once more in broad daylight, it was hard for him to believe that the gaunt man sitting in front of him was also the powerful figure he'd admired his entire life. "So, uh…why are we here?"

Toshinori hopped off of the car and spread his arms wide. "Look around you, m'boy! What do you see?" He continued before Izuku had the chance to answer. "Trash! Garbage, waste, etc. This was once a nice beach, but overtime people got lazy and started to drop their stuff here instead of going to an actual dump. 'What harm could it do?' they might have asked themselves, 'it's just a little bit, somebody else will get it.' And then it began to pile up until no one wanted to deal with it…except you, Young Midoriya. Why, you may ask? Because being a hero isn't just about punching things, it's also about public service."

"Like Heroes who specialize in Rescue," Izuku voiced his thoughts, thinking of the Mermaid Hero.

"Exactly!" All Might grinned, "Clearing this beach with your own hands will build your strength and restore the land to its previous state! Training and public service all at once! And of course, you'll also be using…this!" He whipped out a notebook from his back pocket, the cover covered in large, bold letters that read 'THE ALL-AMERICAN DIET AND EXERCISE PLAN FOR SUCCESS!'

Izuku took the notebook and flipped through it, green eyes darting over the pages. "Huh," he said, scratching his cheek, "This is a lot like my plan, except with more of a focus on protein and muscle-building."

"It is?" Toshinori muttered, casting his mind back and remembering that the younger man had mentioned training before. He'd also been crying at the time, so the Number One Hero took it with a grain of salt. "You've said something about training before, why don't you enlighten me about it?" He leaned against the hood of the car, trying to smother a smile; he'd seen some kids run around and maybe use their Quirk (if subtle enough) for thirty minutes and call that 'training.' While his future successor was more fit than he'd expected, he couldn't wait to hear what Izuku thought was training.

"After I turned eight, I started jogging in the mornings," Izuku began, "I really couldn't do much more than that and jumping jacks before my body matured."

All Might nodded. That was about what he'd expected.

"But then when I turned twelve I could start working on more, so I used my Quirk to make resistance bands," the green-haired young man pulled up his tank top to show opaque bands mimicking the shape of the shirt above, "And then I started running-"

"-then swimming-"

"-found a book on martial arts and started practicing the stances-"

"-more running-"

"-meditation-"

"-balancing on my head to uh, make my balance better-"

"-exercising underwater-"

"-I think my Saturday morning runs are about…thirteen miles, now?"

"-more physical training-"

"-punching a tree-well, trees, the first two almost broke and I don't think I'm supposed to do that-"

Toshinori's jaw had fallen open, and he nearly slipped off the hood of the car as the young man blithely continued listing his efforts. "A-and you're wearing your resistance bands the whole time?" He asked, voice shaky as his eyes bulged incredulously. "How much do they weigh?"

"Sixty…five, kilos, I think?" Izuku rubbed his chin in thought, then pulled a band of opaque glass from his shoulder and bounced it in his palm before letting it drop. The small cloud of sand that arose had All Might waving a hand in front of his face. "Yeah, sixty-five."

"…E-even underwater?"

"I'd float off, otherwise."

All Might felt a bead of sweat run down the back of his neck. Is this…is my successor NUTS?! "So what does a week of training look like for you?"

Izuku tapped his chin in thought. "Well, every morning before school I put on my bands and do a five mile run, martial arts practice, just review, really, then run back. At home I focus on meditation and balance. Saturdays are the heavy training days, that's a thirteen mile run, four hours of exercises, alternating underwater, then Quirk training and sparring with my roommate. Then a thirteen mile run back."

Toshinori stared at the young man standing before him.

"Sundays are rest days."

He sat back against the car, rubbing his forehead in thought. This is the same boy I met yesterday, shaking in fear? All that training, and then his first encounter with a Villain scared him that much…has it really been that long that I've forgotten I did the same? Perhaps I recognized my own actions on some level… "Midoriya, my boy, I believe I owe you another apology."

Izuku blinked. "Uh…for what?"

"My words yesterday," Toshinori clarified with a sigh, "Knowing what I do now, it's more than understandable that in your first real encounter with a Villain, you'd freeze. Maybe I've been fighting for so long that I forgot what it was like to be that way? In any case, it was unfair of me to step on your dream like that…and more impressive that you rallied so quickly the next time."

The younger man blushed hard, poking his fingers together. "I-it's alright, All Might, you d-didn't know…"

"You're right, I didn't, so I shouldn't have been so final in my words…" The Number One Hero shook his head, "Anyway, this has thrown off my estimations quite a bit…I'll need to rewrite your training plan. We'll keep it simple for today; without your restraints, show me your strength, speed and endurance, and I'll figure out how to improve them, alright?"

Izuku saluted sharply. "Alright!" The glass shivered and slid down his body, coalescing around his legs into a pair of thick boots that he then stepped out of and began to stretch. "I always feel so light afterwards…so, what first?"

As All Might directed him to test his strength, the Pro Hero pulled another notebook from his pocket and began to take notes. His strength is more focused towards resistance, pushing and pulling, possibly striking, as opposed to pure power, so that simply needs to be adjusted up. He watched as the younger man heaved a dented dishwasher up in his arms and deposited it in the back of All Might's truck to join an old fridge and washer-dryer combo. He noted that, although Izuku had strained and was sweating, he'd recovered fairly quickly. "Now, speed!"

Izuku sprinted, kicking up a cloud of dust as he circled a pile of destroyed cars, arms and legs a blur as he pumped them. "How long?" He asked, sounding slightly strained.

"As long as you can!" Hm, as far physical fitness goes, this boy has got it down. He'll make an excellent successor, even before his inheritance…although I do have questions. All Might tapped his chin with the back of the pen, eyes sharp as he watched the Hero-in-training. He's slowed down a bit, but he hasn't stopped. Oh right, thirteen miles with 65 kilos. Being generous and saying without the weight he could run half as much more, that's nearly twenty miles. Stamina, check.

Izuku eventually stopped, though not because he was tired, but because Toshinori waved him over. "So, what next?" He asked brightly, bouncing on his heels.

Bounces back very quickly, the gaunt man noted. "I looked up your Quirk in the registry, but I want you to describe it for me, and how you use it. You said something about finding different ways to use it?"

"Right," he nodded, bending down to scoop up a handful of sand, "It's registered as 'telekinetic control of pebbles in a two-inch field around my body' but in actuality it's total control of any rock or mineral in my field." He demonstrated by swirling the sand into a ball and then hardening it, tossing the now-stone orb to Toshinori who examined it with a critical eye.

"I see…" he murmured, squeezing experimentally, "And how do you use it combatively? Forming and then throwing rocks?"

"No," Izuku shook his head, then stopped, "Well, sometimes. My main use is this-" He knelt and plunged his hands into the sand and it raced up his arms in almost liquid streams before solidifying into sandy plates, all the while he sunk into a pit. Then he stood before All Might, clad in simple rocky armor that covered everything except his head.

"Interesting," the Number One hummed, rubbing his chin, "What does that do?"

"It increases my strength, speed and durability exponentially," the Hero-in-training revealed, walking over to a wrecked car and lifting it into the air with apparent ease, then carefully set it down.

"So that is why you train so much," All Might nodded knowingly, "When you increase your base strength, the benefits are multiplied with the armor…I have to say, though, m'boy, it's not a very…inspired design."

"I'm still working on it," Izuku shrugged sheepishly, "I haven't been able to test it, but I believe that the denser the material the higher the multiplier."

Toshinori squinted in thought. "Rock and mineral, eh…wouldn't that mean you could use metal as well?"

He shook his head and sighed, peeling back the hood of the car to reveal the rusted engine and placing his hand on it. "I've tried for years, but I just can't get it to work. I can feel it with my field, but not use it. Maybe I'm missing something…"

The older man hummed thoughtfully. "I need to adjust my training plan, Young Midoriya, and it is a Saturday, so I shall leave you to your usual schedule. But be here Monday morning, six sharp. I should have something more for you then."

"Er, Yagi-sensei?" Izuku raised his hand, "You said you wanted me to be your…uh, s-successor. What do you mean?"

All Might sucked his teeth. "That, m'boy…once you're trained to my satisfaction, I'll let you know what I mean. Deal?" Dropping that little nugget of knowledge was, perhaps, something to be kept close to the chest, at least until he figured out how to word it.

"Alright!" The teen nodded, waving as his new mentor slipped into his truck and drove off. Looking back over the beach, and the extremely small dent he'd made in it, Izuku frowned in determination. This is going to take a while…but I can do it! He checked his phone. …Later, though. Time to get back home.

Pulling his glass back on, he turned towards home and took off. Even with his resistance bands on, he felt lighter than he had before, a smile pulling at his lips. I have a mentor! And it's All Might! I won't fail him, and I won't fail myself! Unconsciously, he picked up speed, the air rushing around him as his eyes narrowed on the road ahead…metaphorically and literally. I gotta figure out how to introduce Himiko to him….

…

It was nearly nine by the time Izuku made it back home, and it was a silent apartment that he entered. His mom had left a note on the table explaining where she'd gone (it was an early morning shoot for pajamas) and where Izuku was in case the quartet of girls had woken up before he got back.

As he was, in fact, back before they woke up, Izuku snuck into his room to get some fresh clothes but was unable to resist the urge to kiss the girls one more time. He intended to get a quick rinse in before making breakfast for everyone and then getting down to some serious training. His body could take another kilo, he was certain.

It was as he was rinsing his hair under the stream of hot water that he heard the door open, his head snapping towards the source as he winced in preparation for the feminine squeal that was sure to follow…except that, instead of being Sukuro or Ino, it was Toga, and there was no following sound besides the door being closed.

There was a sort of half-smile on her face, and her eyes glittered in a dangerously alluring fashion. He covered himself even though her gaze never left his, heat building in his cheeks and beneath his ribs as she practically stalked towards him, pausing only to discard the long shirt she wore as pajamas. Despite the hands-on nature of their relationship, the two of them hadn't been naked together that often. Even when they went for a leisurely swim, they still did so with clothes on-well, they started fully-clothed, but Toga always ended up accidentally losing her top.

It might've been the enclosed space, or the look in her eye, but Izuku felt the atmosphere shift and couldn't help a dry gulp as she stepped into the shower with him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she stood on her toes to press a soft, but anticipatory kiss to his lips. She lowered herself as his arms went around her, forcing him to lean down to keep the connection, a smirk on her face as she drew back and beheld his stunned expression. "Tell me about what happened yesterday," she said, feeling him tense as she pressed her bare chest against his.

The words tumbled out of his lips, his eyes trembling as they focused on hers, trying very hard to keep his mind from wandering to the sensation of her skin. He explained almost everything; how he'd taken the shortcut home, only for the Sludge Villain to seep out of the sewer and attack him; how he'd frozen up, barely able to hold the other back from drowning him; how All Might had appeared out of nowhere to save him. And then his moment of weakness, and the Number One Hero's response.

Toga's eyes had gone wide at that, drawing back to look at him in shock. Then her eyes narrowed into furious slits. "Who the fuck is he to tell you that?!" She hissed, teeth bared, "He doesn't get-!"

Izuku kissed her firmly and hugged her; even as she settled he felt her fingers knead his back like she was imaging jamming her nails into someone's eyes. "Wait until you hear the whole thing, okay?" Let me finish the whole thing before you start making any plans, okay?" He asked lowly, nuzzling her ear even as her reflex to defend him sent a trill of warmth to his heart. She nodded into his shoulder and he continued.

Her nails dug into his back as he described seeing Mister Mucus once again and realizing he had inadvertently freed the slimy bastard, who had taken a hostage. Although it was a blur, he attempted to describe his thoughts upon seeing the villain again and how he had run in, past the Pro Heroes who weren't doing a thing. And he recalled fighting Sir Slimy and attempting to rescue the person he realized was Bakugou Katsuki, followed by a split-second combo attack that freed them.

"Fuckin' Bakugou," she muttered, hearing him describe the explosive blonde struggling while he was trying to pull her away. And even though she'd seen it from a shaky recording that'd been on the news yesterday, her heart still clenched as she heard how he'd felt the villain reaching out for them and had pushed Bakugou away.

And then, of course, All Might showed up and saved the day.

Himiko scoffed, "The nerve of those 'Heroes,' telling you off for doing their job…and of course Bakugou wouldn't thank you…what a bitch."

"Hey, she'd just been attacked," Izuku pointed out, "Most of her life people have been telling her how great her Quirk is, giving her special treatment, even…to have her first experience with a villain being one that she couldn't do much against shook her. I could feel her trembling, her anger was more reflexive than anything…and she's just, well, like that."

"Yeah well, maybe it'll be a humbling experience for her," she muttered, her fingers tracing small circles on his chest, "And maybe my ass will sprout wings and fly me into space."

"I hope not, I really l-like your, uh…your ass," Izuku said, blushing furiously even as his hand stroked down her back to rest on the base of her spine. She grinned up at him and wiggled her hips, delighting in the way he gasped.

"I'm glad," Himiko whispered, nibbling his neck, "What happened after?"

"Well, I asked myself if I could still be a hero if all I'd get from it was people talking down to me, and yeah, I can," he shrugged, "Something about it felt…right. Like in those moments, everything seemed clearer, sharper, more…real, I guess. Anyway, All Might found me before I opened the door, and…he said he was wrong. He said I could be a g-great Hero and if he had his way…one of the best. Because…" He felt a smile come to his face, and had no desire to restrain it, "Because he wants me to be his successor. He's going to train me."

She drew back with a gasp, eyes wide, "Holy shit, Izuku!" She breathed, grinning as she hugged him tightly, "That's amazing!...Successor in what, though?"

Izuku paused in thought. "…That's a good question. As Number One? I've got years of Yuuei to go through. Eventual successor, maybe? I'll ask," he shook his head, accidentally covering his eyes with his wet hair. Clearing it away, he gave the girl in his arms a small smile. "I don't know how, but I'm going to find a way for him to train you as well."

"Oho, you want your future sidekick to be strong, huh?" Toga asked mockingly, even though her smile was warm, "We'll figure something out. I've seen how he fights, and I'm not sure how that'll help me, but there's gotta be something to learn. Back to the point though, is that everything that happened last night?"

"Actually no, after he left and talked to mom, Mt. Lady-"

"Pffft-"

"-came-"

"-Pffft-"

"-dropped by to return my backpack, apparently I left it behind at the scene and she wanted to give it to me-"

"-pffffft-"

"Give it back, and we ended up having a conversation. It was…really nice, actually," he hummed thoughtfully, "She was much less of a glory-hound than I initially thought, at least in person. She wanted to explain why they weren't fighting, and also thank me for going in, even if it was dangerous. She also, I think, offered to be a mentor, maybe? She gave me her number and said I could call her if I needed advice, and told me to try out for Yuuei. I ended up making a figure for her, and she stayed for dinner."

I can make that work, Himiko thought to herself, stretching up to peck Izuku's lips. "Quite the day," she understated, bringing her hands around to rest on his pectorals, gently scratching the skin, "You were a hero yesterday, Izuku-kun, even if it was to save Bakugou…that deserves a reward…"

Toga drew her fingers down his chest and he stiffened, eyes going wide."Re-reward?" He squeaked, freezing as her hand trailed over his stomach and then further down.

Himiko smiled into the side of his neck even as her heart thundered in her ears and under her cheeks, "That's right~" she purred, nipping at his neck, "It's just karma, isn't it? Do good things, good things happen to you…"

Is she really doing this? Izuku wondered faintly, unable to move beyond an anxious tremble. Then her hand, slender and calloused but warm and gentle, wrapped around his manhood and he squeaked again, this time through a clenched jaw.

I'm really doing this, she wondered, her chest heaving even with the barest contact, the heated length in her hand matching the pooling warmth between her legs. I can feel his blood pulsing…oh, right, she cleared her throat as his fingers dug into her back. "You did also scare the shit out of sweet li'l Suku-chan…and me, so that deserves punishment…" She stopped, and he whimpered softly. "Put your hands flat on the wall and don't make a sound. If you touch me or say anything, I'll stop."

It was a bald-faced lie, but Izuku was much more focused on her hand than he was her voice. Biting his lip, he flattened his palms against the wall and closed his eyes as her hand began to move. Her fingers slowly stroked tender flesh, alternately squeezing and rubbing until she reached the top and grasped him firmly, drawing a sharp gasp. And then, just as slowly, she slid back down.

He wasn't sure what he wanted more; for her to stop, or for her to hurry up, because the languid pace, the sensations of her touching him, her body nestled against his side, the way he felt her heated skin press against him with every breath was torturous. His lungs ached and he realized he'd been holding his breath, exhaling a pleading sigh.

Through the haze on her mind, Himiko increased the pace as she felt his body shake with restrained desire, burying her face against the side of his neck and nipping at the artery under his throat. "Are you close, Izuku-kun?" She whispered, brushing her nose over the corded muscle of his neck, pulled taut with stress, "I'm close just from touching you, you know? I hope you'll take responsibility…"

And that was when he reached his limit, his hips bucking and a gasp escaping his lips as she suddenly bit his neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, but very close.

Izuku slumped against the wall, his lungs heaving like he'd just finished a grueling run, legs shaky. Toga pulled his head down and pressed her lips to his, her nails digging into his scalp as she rubbed her thighs together with a frantic need. "Izuku!" She whined, a bit of pride at the lack of focus in his eyes that was quickly overridden by her heat, "I need you!"

He looked at her uncomprehendingly and then blinked, losing the haze of pleasure. Then his eyes darkened and he struck, spinning them around to pin her to the wall, his leg sliding up between hers. Despite the rapid change of position and the knee pressed up against her crotch, all Himiko did was grin, her white teeth stark against the burning red of her cheeks.

Someone gasped.

Slowly, they turned towards the door and found Sukuro standing there, a hand covering her mouth, orange eyes wide as they darted between Izuku and Himiko's face and then down, her face red. Then, visibly steeling herself, the mint-haired girl closed the door behind her and locked it, the click echoing even over the rushing water.

"Izuku-kun?" She asked softly, slowly padding over to the shower, her eyes carefully looking above the waist, "Are you getting her back for all the teasing?"

He and Himiko shared a look. "…Yeah, pretty much," he nodded, and the girl in his embrace squirmed.

Sukuro nodded firmly and even though her face was blazing, she peeled her nightgown off, revealing that the blush encompassed her entire body. With trembling hands, she pushed her underwear, a pair of cute blue-striped ones, down and then stepped in with them. "Scoot up a little, please?" She asked faintly, and Izuku shuffled back, still carrying Toga, and the fox-eared girl slid in behind her.

Then she reached up and pulled Himiko back, stretching her torso before Izuku and locked the blonde's arms behind her back. "G-get her, Izuku!" She squeaked, "Make her squeal!"

With her arms behind her back and her legs around Izuku's waist, Toga had no recourse as he leaned down and began to kiss and suck at the meat of her breasts, purposefully avoiding her pebbled nipples begging for attention. Even when she wriggled her hips, his hands clamped down and stopped her cold, leaving him free to roll his knee against her core.

Himiko threw her head back with a gasp, the back cradled by Sukuro's shoulder. "You…you bitch!" She gasped, turning her head to try and kiss the other girl, desperate for another form of stimulation but Sukuro nimbly dipped away.

"T-this is for all the times you snuck up and g-g-groped me!" Sukuro crowed as the girl she was restraining writhed and moaned, her face red enough that it seemed like all of her blood was concentrated in one place.

Izuku paused and looked up at them, eyes wide with shock.

"She just scared me, I didn't want her to s-stop…!" The mint-haired girl admitted, face somehow getting even more red. Given that her hands were in use, she buried her burning face in Toga's shoulder.

Blinking, Izuku focused on the girl stretched out before him, who had started to giggle. Frowning a bit, he rolled his hips and smirked as she moaned in surprise, then attacked her chest.

He held her there for minutes more until, suddenly, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked as one of his hands slipped down to where they were connected and stroked.

Himiko let loose a keening wail that was smothered by Izuku's hand, back arching as her body quaked, a flood of pleasure rocking her system. She hung slack between the two of them, still twitching and he quickly picked her up and set her against the wall.

As he stepped back, Sukuro found herself looking down at his revived erection, orange eyes shimmering. "Uh, Izuku-kun?" She asked timidly, eyes meeting his then darting back down. "C-can I get…some of t-that?" She gestured at the slumped blonde and quickly clarified, "N-not the teasing, just…the other part…"

Izuku looked at her, his eyes skimming over her naked form, and felt a hard twitch. "If you want…" He murmured, licking his lips and offering her his hand.

Himiko watched as Sukuro stepped into Izuku's arms, an unseen grin curling her lips as two of her favorite people began to explore each other's bodies. "It's work~ing…" she sang to herself.

…