The waiter returned, placing a single plate between them — a delicate chocolate soufflé with a drizzle of raspberry sauce. A single spoon rested on each side.
Izuku glanced at it, then at Inko. “Looks like they expect us to share.”
She gave a small, amused huff. “It’s just dessert, Izuku.”
“True,” he said, leaning slightly forward, “but sharing makes it taste better.”
The first few bites were polite — each taking turns, talking between spoonf...
He arrived home, shutting the door behind him. The house was quiet except for the faint sound of movement upstairs.
In her room, Inko stood in front of the mirror, fastening the last clasp of her earrings. She tilted her head slightly, appraising her reflection.
The deep green high-split dress hugged her curves perfectly, the slit revealing a long, toned thigh with each shift of her weight. Her hair was swept up into an elegant bun, exposing the graceful line of her neck, and t...
Class had only just started, and Izuku could already feel it — the tension in the air. It wasn’t coming from the boys. No, it was the way several girls in the room kept shooting him quick, sharp glances before pretending to look elsewhere.
‘This is exactly why I hated high school,’ he thought, leaning back in his chair. ‘Not because I wasn’t attractive… but because high school girls are really emotional. And annoying.’
The hours dragged by in the slow crawl of mo...
Izuku went home that night and didn’t waste any time — crashing face-first into bed. Tomorrow, he planned on starting his real push to crack this case wide open.
The Next Morning
Izuku stirred awake, rubbing his eyes. Then it hit him — the new power he’d unlocked yesterday.
Heat Vision.
He sat on the edge of his bed, still in his sleep shirt, and took a slow breath. Alright… let’s see how this works.
He focused, feeling a strange pressure build b...
After eating, Inko and Izuku moved to the couch, settling in for the night. Neither of them cared much about what to watch, so they just scrolled through the options until Izuku picked a random movie.
As if fate itself had a twisted sense of humor, the title card faded in — and it was about a mother-son relationship.
They exchanged a glance. Neither commented.
At first, it wasn’t awkward at all. They weren’t paying much attention to the movie anyway, instead getting...
“Man, this is killing me,” he muttered, running a hand down his face as the water streamed over his head and shoulders, heat soaking into his muscles.
Images of her over the years drifted into his mind — the warm smile when he was a kid, the late nights she stayed up just to hear the door open, the way she’d hug him a little too long whenever he came home safe. But those wholesome memories didn’t stand alone anymore.
Through the years, Inko had bloomed into something f...
As they left the arcade, the sun was just beginning to set, painting the streets in warm gold and orange. Izuku carried the small plushie he’d won from a claw machine earlier — Mina had insisted it was her prize, but he was still holding onto it for now.
"You still salty I didn’t let you cheat with your acid back there?" Izuku teased, glancing at her.
Mina pouted dramatically, hands on her hips. "Hey, that claw machine was rigged! And for the record, even if I did use my q...
Izuku arrived back home, his steps lighter than usual, an almost invisible smirk on his face. The faint, lingering rush from earlier still pulsed through his veins, like a warmth he didn’t want to fade. He closed the door behind him, letting the quiet of the house wrap around him.
It had been a while since he’d felt that kind of thrill—a mix of control, risk, and victory all bundled together. He couldn’t help but think ahead, imagining how his “flowers” would bloom in the c...
"Katsuki, Izuku left!" Mitsuki shouted toward the kitchen as she and Izuku walked down the hallway.
No response came — just the faint sound of music through his headphones and the clack of a knife on a cutting board. Katsuki smirked to himself, focusing on his sandwich and tuning out the world.
‘I need to get stronger. From today, I’ll train in martial arts.’ he thought, a determination burning quietly behind his eyes.
Upstairs, the air felt different — quieter,...
The air in the room was thick with sweat and heavy breaths. Ichigo lay beside Orihime, their bodies still tangled, skin slick and sticky. The aftershocks of their last rounds rippled through them both, but neither was ready to stop.
Ichigo brushed a damp strand of hair from Orihime’s flushed face, his eyes softening for just a moment before the hunger flared again.
“You’re still so wet for me,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
Orihime smiled, biting her lip shyly...
They stayed there for hours, the arcade’s bright lights eventually dimming as the evening crowd began to thin out. Izuku leaned against a wall near the claw machines, casually scrolling his phone while the girls from earlier hovered nearby. By the time they all decided to leave, he had all three of their numbers saved in his phone—though he had zero intention of ever calling them.
Why? Simple.
They weren’t even Canon. And in his mind, that meant they didn’t matter to his sto...
Up on the third floor…
Uraraka moved quickly but quietly, her footsteps soft against the cold floor. Her eyes locked on the prize—the bomb—standing tall in the center of the room. And in front of it, like an overly dramatic guard in a play, was Iida.
He stood perfectly still, hands behind his back, chin up, his cape fluttering slightly from the wind through a broken window. Every now and then he’d mutter under his breath, clearly rehearsing.
“Foolish heroes… Y...
Before Izuku could even think for a second, Katsuki appeared—storming in like a missile—as he stood above on the second floor balcony. The dim light from the overhead fixtures cast jagged shadows across his face, but his expression was clear: a wide, vicious grin dripping with malice.
"DEKU!!!"
With a deafening roar, Katsuki kicked off the ground. His palms erupted into a violent BANG of smoke and fire, propelling him through the air like a warhead.
‘Fucken hell, I ...
The boys finally arrived a minute later, dressed in their hero costumes—some flashy, some tactical, some… questionable.
"FINALLY!" Mina exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "What were you doing, a fashion show?"
"Nope," Izuku replied casually, walking at the front of the group. "Just uniting the boys. You’ll thank me later."
Kirishima grinned. "Big bro’s idea."
"Big bro?" Jiro echoed with an eyebrow raise, glancing between them.
"Don’t ask," I...
He walked around for a bit, spotting familiar faces from canon — students from Class B, a few support course kids, even some third-years. He didn’t stop to talk to any of them, though. That would just add more to his plate. He already had Class 1-A to deal with, and that alone was a full-time job.
By the time he made his way back, the bell rang, pulling students into their seats. Izuku stepped inside and slid into his chair like nothing happened.
"Where did you go?" Uraraka ...
Uraraka arrived a minute later, slipping into the room with a bright smile. “Good morning!” she greeted the class before making her way straight to the seat in front of Izuku.
He glanced up from his phone, sliding it into his desk. “Yo,” he said casually.
“Hey, Izu,” she replied, her cheeks faintly pink.
The class immediately erupted into a chorus of teasing voices. “OHHHHHH!” several of them sang out.
Before Uraraka could react, Mina popped up besi...
He arrived back home quietly, slipping through the door without waking his mother. The night air still clung to his clothes, carrying the faint smell of exhaust fumes from the city.
Inside his room, he peeled off the black hoodie and mask, folding them neatly before tossing them onto the chair in the corner. His hero suit came off next, and he laid it flat on the bed, the fabric still warm from his body heat.
Lying back, he stared at the ceiling, his mind replaying the events of...
Tentatively, she reached out, fingers wrapping around the base. He was warm—hot, even. The weight of it surprised her. She gave him a gentle stroke, feeling the veins pulse beneath her palm. Her touch was shy at first, testing, unsure—but her eyes never left his face, watching the way his jaw tightened, how his breath hitched.
That reaction gave her confidence.
She leaned in, lips parted, and flicked her tongue across the leaking tip.
*slish*
Ichigo let out a ...
After a while, the final credits rolled, and the movie faded into silence. The screen dimmed, leaving the room in darkness, save for the faint moonlight spilling through the curtains. The warmth between them lingered in the quiet stillness.
Ichigo slowly raised his head from her lap and sat up, running a hand through his hair. His other hand casually rested on her thigh — firm, grounded, familiar.
“Right... well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, standing up and stretchin...
[A/N: FUCK IM TIRED OF WRITING SEX SCENES!!! But I still need to write Orihime’s, Rangikus, Unohana and more. Man this sucks!! I should have written them back then. Well it doesn't matter, I'll write Orihimes and skip gradually write the others scenes as the story unfolds.]
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Ichigo and Rukia finally stopped messing around, their teasing and bickering tapering off with the usual smug grins. After cleaning up in the bathroom, Ichigo towel-dried his hair and gave the mirror o...
Izuku saved the girl just before the man could lay a hand on her, slamming the assailant into the wall hard enough to knock the fight out of him. She clung to herself, still trembling, while Izuku tied the man’s hands behind his back with a cord he pulled from his hoodie pocket.
“Call the police,” he told her, voice calm but firm through the mask.
She fumbled with her phone, dialing, and within minutes, a patrol car arrived. Izuku personally walked the man over to the offi...
After break, the rest of the day passed in a blur of regular classes—English, history, math—nothing particularly exciting after the adrenaline rush of the morning’s Quirk tests. By the time the final bell rang, students were more than ready to go home.
Aizawa leaned back in his chair, giving them his usual tired stare.
“Also, remember—whatever happened today was just a glimpse of the hardships you’ll be facing in this school. So, get some rest… because tomorrow, yo...
With that, the school day went back to normal. No more Hero training for the day—just the boring old classes like English, Math, History, and a whole lot of note-taking.
Still, at least unlike every other first-year in the building, Class 1-A had started their morning with something exciting.
When the bell rang for break, the chatter of the classroom grew instantly louder as chairs scraped back and bags zipped open.
"Man, I'm hungry as hell," Kirishima groaned, stretchi...
Iida went first alongside Tsuyu. His posture was stiff as ever, every step precise, though Tsuyu’s frog-like leaps made her nearly match him. The two crossed the line to polite applause from a few classmates.
Next came Uraraka and Ojiro. She floated across the track halfway through, landing lightly while Ojiro used his tail to propel himself forward in bursts.
Then it was Aoyama and Mina. Aoyama posed dramatically before starting, firing his navel laser to “glide” forward ...
Days passed, and soon it was the first day of U.A. High.
The warm spring morning greeted the city with a gentle breeze. The Sakura trees along the sidewalks swayed softly, scattering petals across the streets like pink snow, making the world feel almost too perfect for a Monday.
Izuku stepped out of the car after Inko dropped him off a short walk away from the school gates.
“Good luck, sweetie!” she called, waving from the window.
He gave her a small wave back ...
Izuku decided to wander for a bit, curiosity getting the better of him. His footsteps were quiet as he headed up the stairs, glancing at the framed family photos along the wall—most of them featuring a much younger Bakugo looking just as pissed-off as he did now.
He stopped in front of a door with a massive sign plastered across it in bold, messy letters: KEEP OUT.
‘Is this an American movie?’ he thought, raising an eyebrow.
Without hesitation, he turned the knob an...
Chapter 11
Upstairs, Izuku opened the door, stepping back into the room. Katsuki was still seated, gripping the controller, but his eyes weren't focused on the game anymore. They flicked over to Izuku with a strange look—one that tried to mask bitterness behind indifference.
"You were gone a while," Katsuki muttered.
"Yeah, your mom talks a lot," Izuku replied casually as he flopped onto his bed, resting his head against a pillow.
"Tch," ...
Chapter 6
Then he was off.
In a blur of motion that felt both natural and unreal, Izuku dashed forward. His body felt lighter than ever before, and the world around him seemed to slow slightly just enough for him to reach the girl with perfect timing. He swept her up in his arms, pivoted on his heel, and jumped out of the road just as the car screeched past them, missing them by inches.
He landed smoothly, one knee bent, the girl held tightly against his chest. Her wide e...
Chapter 1
On a hot summer day in the streets of Shinjuku, Japan, a young and handsome man was walking back from his office job. The bags under his eyes were a clear sign of his sleep deprivation.
This man was Travis Wyatt, a 20-year-old office worker. Unlike many of his peers, who were investing in their futures or pursuing higher education, Travis had opted for a straightforward office job.
Although work wasn't exactly a challenge for him, he found enjoyment in it, particu...
Ichigo stepped forward, the heavy weight of his cock swaying slightly as he gripped the base with one hand, stroking it slowly—his eyes locked on hers.
"You ready for me?" he asked, voice low and thick with hunger.
Rukia didn’t respond. She didn’t need to.
She simply turned, hips rising as she positioned herself on her knees, elbows pressed against the mattress, presenting herself to him without shame. Her slick folds glistened, trembling, twitching with need.