Sprinting into one of the many giant UA gymnasiums reserved for letting students workout with their Quirks, Izuku panted for a moment as his eyes scanned the crowd. He was able to quickly find Kirishima; his friend’s bright red hair was unmistakable, as was the appearance of his Red Riot Unbreakable form.
Currently, the hot-blooded hero in training was busily demolishing a stone wall with a rapid series of punches, sending stone shards flying. Walking up, Izuku stopped just outside of the radius of destruction. “Kirishima!”
“Oh hey, Midoriya!” Kirishima greeted him with a bright smile, relaxing his hold on his Quirk; his appearance shifted back to normal as he winced and shook his hands. “Still got a ways to go,” he muttered to himself.
Resisting the urge to start offering an analysis of Kirishima’s ultimate move, Izuku instead gave him a small bow. “Thank you for meeting me here, Kirishima. I’m a bit…uhh… behind on our school assignments,” he couldn’t help blushing as he admitted that, “so any tips or tricks you can give me would be a lot of help.”
“No problem, man.” Kirishima gave him a friendly clap on the shoulder, which probably would have left a bruise on anyone else. “It’s manly of you to admit you need help; I had to learn that the hard way. Anyway, let’s head over to the pool, and I’ll show you how I do things.”
“Before that… have you seen Yaoyorozu anywhere today? I need to talk with her about something that happened the other day….” Izuku asked with a slight blush on his face, remembering when he left Momo the other day after she presented herself to him. The young green haired man still felt a mixture of embarrassment and guilt over the incident.
Kirishima shook his head regretfully. “Sorry man, I haven’t. I’ve been super busy with our class assignments, if you know what I mean.” He said while grinning and nudging Izuku’s ribs with his elbow.
Chuckling awkwardly, Izuku rubbed the back of his head. “Y-yeah, I think I do…”
Walking through a set of double doors and entering the outside pool area, Izuku could only stop and blink at what he was seeing. Having so many students in one place was already quite the sight, but there were a few that really stood out among the ones relaxing or playing Chicken fight in the pool.
“Is the cheese to your liking, Mademoiselle?” Aoyama asked solicitously, bending on one knee to offer a tray to Itsuka Kendo.
“Y-yes, it’s great.” Kendo had the look of someone who knows they shouldn’t be enjoying themselves, but at the same time weren’t able to help it.
“The cake will be ready soon,” Sato promised her as he waved a palm leaf over her relaxing body.
“And I’m almost done washing your clothes,” Ojiro added, manning another fan as his tail massaged her legs.
Koda didn’t say anything, but he gave her a hopeful thumbs up from his place in front of her, where he had convinced several bunnies and squirrels to put on a show for her. He beamed when she smiled back at him, with a thumbs up of her own.
“Looks like they all want some of Kendo! She must be having fun with all the attention she’s getting. She’s like a queen right now haha!” Kirishima mused out loud and Izuku chuckling in response.
Eyes wandering some more, Izuku couldn’t help but sweatdrop when he saw his friend Shoto. Lounging back in a pool chair, Shoto had two girls on either side of him. Setsuna Tokage had her body split into various parts; her ass was twerking in front of his face, while her tits rested heavily on his head. Her head was next to his fingers, and the erotic sounds she made as she sucked on them made Izuku blush.
On the other side of the fire and ice user was a floating and twerking sling bikini that Izuku assumed was Toru. But she might as well have been completely invisible; Izuku had to chuckle inwardly at how uninterested Shoto appeared.
‘Seriously, how does he do it? I can’t even talk to a girl without melting down… and he just casually attracts them to him.‘
The sound of Kirishima pounding his hardened knuckles together drew Izuku’s attention back to him. “Now, the best thing you can do is be upfront with a woman! Don’t waste their time! They don’t play games, so get to the point! The manliest thing you can do is be honest with them, Midoriya!”
The redhead blinked as Izuku nodded, already scribbling in a notebook he had seemingly pulled from nowhere. Shaking his head and chalking it up to a Midorya thing, Kirishima looked around, grinning when he saw Kyoka sitting by the pool on a lounge chair, relaxed and playing with her phone. “Watch and learn!”
Kyoka Jiro sat by herself on a pool lounge chair on the other side of the pool area, which was much less populated. Her entire focus was not on all the fun happening around her but on her phone.
My BFF Momo: And then he just suddenly left! It was so humiliating! I don’t want to do this anymore! 😭😩💔
Gritting her teeth, Kyoka’s right fingers flew over the virtual keyboard as she bit the tip of her left thumb. “Tch!” ‘Midoriya, that bastard! Who would pass up a sexy dish like Momo?!‘
Rockstar Bae: Don’t worry Momo, I’ll help you with your assignment! I’ll won’t let you fall behind ❤
‘And if I see Midoriya,‘ she thought bitterly, ‘I’m going to teach him a lesson for hurting Momo’s feelings like that!‘
“Hey there! It’s a pretty hot day; what do you say we get you outta those clothes and cool off together in my room?”
Kyoka looked up with a blink at Kirishima, who was flexing his arms for her. Then she looked around; not seeing any other women nearby, she looked back at the redhead, who was striking a different pose. “Ummm…are you talking to me?” she asked uncertainly, pointing at herself.
“I don’t see anyone hotter than you here!” Kirishima told her with a sharp-toothed smile, turning around to show off the muscles on his back.
Meanwhile, Izuku sneakily took a position on a nearby lounge chair, hopefully close enough to hear everything, but far enough away to keep from being noticed by Kyoka. His pencil scribbled frantically on his notebook as he strained his ears.
“…I think I’ll pass. Which is a phrase I’m sure you’re used to hearing by now,” Kyoka said in a cool voice, her attention going back to her phone. Despite her cool demeanor, her slight blushing face and flailing earphone jacks belied her apparent annoyance and disinterest.
Undeterred, Kirishima smirked. “Well, if my manly muscles don’t excite you…” He abruptly pulled down his pants, whipping out his large dick and plopping it in front of Kyoka’s face. “Then how about the biggest tool in my manly kit?!”
Izuku nearly fell off his seat with surprise, almost dropping his notepad into the deep end of the pool.
Kyoka’s eyes widened in shock as she dropped her phone. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” she shouted, her entire face instantly bright red. ‘What the…it’s SO big!’ she thought in shock and panic.
“Impressed?” Kirishima asked with a knowing grin. “I’ve gotten that reaction a lot lately.” He struck another pose. “Go on, get closer, it won’t bite.”
“There’s no fucking way this is real!” Kyoka insisted, grabbing his cock with both hands. Wiggling it, she marveled at how hot and pulsating it was. It was throbbing, she realized, in time with Kirishima’s heartbeat. “Oh my god…”
“It’s the real deal!” Kirishima insisted.
Placing her arm next to it, Kyoka’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit, it’s bigger than my arm! Kirishima, your dick is HUGE!”
“Now that you’ve gotten a good feel for it, how about a taste?!” Taking advantage of her open mouth, Kirishima took hold of her head and drove his cock into her mouth.
“WHA?! WAIT– MMPHF!” Kyoka’s jaw was stretched incredibly wide as her throat bulged. She jerked in her chair, causing her bra to rip as her earphone jacks flailed wildly. Then Kirishima began to furiously pump his hips, driving his dick as deep down her throat as he could. Kyoka grabbed the rails of her lounge chair in a death grip as he had his way with her. His balls repeatedly slapping her heavy breasts the entire time.
“OH YEAH! I CAN TELL THAT YOU’RE A SLUT DEEP DOWN, JIRO! YOU JUST NEED A MANLY COCK TO REALIZE IT!” Kirishima laughed, his pumps speeding up even more.
Kyoka’s throat convulsed as she gagged; loud muffled sounds were audible around Kirishima’s erection. Drool spilled out down her chin, dripping onto her now bare tits. Her earphone jacks were flailing faster than Izuku had ever seen, and the chair itself began to be shoved backwards from the force of Kirishima’s thrusts.
Izuku watched with wide eyes, as did several other students nearby. Kirishima was clearly enjoying himself, but he wasn’t so sure about Kyoka. Now her eyes were starting to roll up into her head; was she going to pass out?! ‘Oh no-‘
Fortunately, Kirishima chose that moment to pull out. Grinning eagerly as Kyoka started coughing, he asked, “So! What do you s-”
“AUGH! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?” Kyoka snarled as she glared up at a suddenly very nervous Kirishima, her earphone jacks very close to his cock.
Izuku winced even as he continued to watch Kirishima slowly start to back up. “Oh…uhh…sorry? The last girl I was with really liked that sort of stuff, and I thought you would like it too?”
“Uhh… maybe I should go…” Kirishima seemingly shrank from nervousness, slowly backing away to make his exit, hoping to avoid Jiro’s wrath.
Picking a hair out of her mouth with a grimace, Kyoka coughed one more time before giving Kirishima another glare…accompanied by a deep blush. “Wait… just… how about a little warning next time?!” she grumbled as she stood up and gathered her things. She walked past Kirishima without a word.
The spiky redhead turned to watch her go, slightly embarrassed and very confused.
Pausing at the gym door, ignoring the stares from everyone looking at her, Kyoka looked back over her shoulder. “Well?” she said impatiently. “Aren’t we going to your room?”
After a brief moment of shock, a huge grin spread across Kirishima’s face. “RIGHT!” he said eagerly, hurrying over to Kyoka as Izuku gaped at them, shocked that it had all worked out.
Wrapping an arm around Kyoka’s shoulders, Kirishima looked back one more time to give Midoriya a thumbs up.
“So, we’ll take turns being on top. You can go first, and then I’ll go next,” Kyoka was saying to Kirishima as they walked out.
“Hahaha! Sure! …wait, what?” Kirishima’s voice trailed off as they left the pool area.
Staring for a moment longer, Izuku abruptly slapped his cheeks and took a deep breath. “Okay…I just gotta do what Kirishima did…though maybe not expose myself like that…”
Taking a look around again, this time scanning for a girl, any girl, that was by herself. Eventually he spotted Ibara Shiozaki, sitting with her feet dangling in the water. For some reason, she stood out to Izuku more than anyone else. Perhaps it was due to a perfectly placed ray of light beaming down on her, giving her an angelic glow. He can see the Class 1-B student was nude. However, the vines of her hair draped over her breasts to make for the perfect censors to anyone who wanted to oogle her body. With one last deep breath, Izuku walked determinedly towards her.
Ibara looked up as he approached, her face curious, but she said nothing.
“H-hey! You’re…um…the coolest girl I’ve seen today!” Izuku told her, voice squeaking as he flexed his biceps.
Ibara’s brows knit as she continued to stare at him. Izuku could almost feel the awkwardness building in the air, so he hurried on, striking a new pose.
“W-want to come to my room with me and get h-hot and uhh… sweaty?” Izuku gave her his best All Might grin, sweat starting to form on his forehead.
“…are you propositioning me, Izuku Midoriya from Class 1-A??” Ibara asked dangerously, starting to glare.
“Um…yes? For our assignment?” As Ibara’s glare darkened, Izuku started to panic. “N-not that that’s the only reason! Well, I mean, it kinda is, B-BUT–”
The sound of a very loud SLAP echoed around the pool area, stopping everyone in their tracks for a moment.
Snickers can be heard forming as numerous students had just witnessed the protagonist strike out with the lovely and popular Ibara.
Izuku sighed as he mournfully trudged away, a large, bright red handprint on his face. “Well…that didn’t work…”
(Story by User: S22132)