After his mentor left the aspiring heroes' new home, Izuku sat alone for a moment dwelling on what he wanted to do with his newly acquired free time. After hearing some rustling from the next room, an idea came to mind. 'I guess I could get to know Kirishima better ... he may even need some help setting things up!'

  Venturing into the common area between the bedrooms, Izuku could see that his new roommate still had his door open. Making his way over Izuku gave a polite knock on the doorframe before peeking his head in.

  Inside, Kirishima was bancing on the edge of his bed, reaching up to hang a rge banner over his curtains. He gnced over his shoulder with a bright grin when he noticed Izuku. “Oh, hey, man! What’s up?”

  “Need a hand?” Izuku offered, noticing that Kirishima was struggling a bit to get the banner straight.

  “Yeah, that’d be awesome!” Kirishima said, hopping down. He handed Izuku one end of the banner, and together they managed to get it securely in pce. Now that he could see it clearly, Izuku read the bold words printed across it.

  “Sure Victory,” Izuku read. “It’s a good mantra.”

  “Hell yeah!” Kirishima gave a ugh. “It’s something that pumps me up in the morning, you know? A reminder to get out there and give it my all, no matter what.”

  “I like that. Nothing is ever a losing battle.” Izuku nodded, feeling a newfound respect for his roommate’s straightforward, passionate approach. With the ice being broken, Izuku figured now would be the best time to see if Kirishima had any pns for the weekend. “So, do you have anything pnned for today?”

  “Yeah! I was thinking about checking out the gym after lunch,” Kirishima replied, his eyes lighting up. “I heard they’re top-notch, and, well… gotta keep up the training, right? You in?”

  The idea was extremely enticing. He had gotten a glimpse of the facilities when All Might gave him a tour all those many months ago, but now he could actually use them! However, just as he was about to announce his willingness to go along with his new friend’s pn, he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. One gnce at the screen changed his entire pn.

  >BombB1tch: Looking for a big strong man to carry my things for me. Willing to reward for good service.

  With a slight chuckle, he texted her back, letting her know he’d be right down. Then he turned to Kirishima. “Sorry. One of my girlfriends just arrived, so I’m going to help her move in. Maybe we can still hit the gym ter?”

  “Girlfriends, huh?” Kirishima gave him a thumbs-up. "Yeah, man. Wasn’t going to go till after lunch anyway. You go do your thing, and I’ll hold down the fort here. I’ll catch you ter!”

  Izuku rushed down the stairs and through the lobby, shooting Yaoyorozu a quick wave as he made a beeline for the parking lot. As he stepped outside, he spotted the familiar Bakugo family car parked near the drop-off zone. Mr. Bakugo was already starting to unload the trunk, with surprisingly Yagi-Sensei standing nearby, chatting amicably with him.

  Before Izuku could call out, Katsumi caught sight of him. Without a moment’s hesitation, she bolted toward him, her slightly longer ash-blonde hair bouncing with each step.

  “Deku!” she called out, her voice filled with excitement.

  Izuku barely had time to brace himself before she leaped into his arms. He stumbled slightly but caught her, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him into a fierce kiss. The world seemed to fade away for a moment as her exuberant energy seemed to spread into him.

  When they finally pulled apart, Katsumi grinned. “We made it, nerd. Welcome to the big leagues.”

  Izuku ughed, his hands still on her waist. “Yeah, we did. Together.”

  Their moment was interrupted by a loud cough. Both turned to see Mr. Bakugo smirking at them while Yagi-Sensei gave a knowing smile.

  “Couldn’t have waited until you got up to your room?” Mr. Bakugo teased, causing Katsumi’s cheeks to redden slightly.

  “Shut it, old man,” she said, grabbing Izuku’s hand and tugging him toward the car. “C’mon, Deku. Let’s get my stuff unloaded.”

  Pushing her dad out of the way, Katsumi began tossing her things toward her boyfriend to load onto a dolly cart. It didn’t take long for them to secure the st of her boxes.

  With a satisfied smile, Katsumi turned to her father. “Alright, Dad. You’ve done your part. You can scram.”

  Mr. Bakugo chuckled, clearly not bothered by his daughter’s bluntness. “Yeah, yeah, I get the message, kid.” He then turned to Izuku, his expression softening just a bit. “You take care of her, you hear?”

  Izuku stood straight and nodded confidently. “I will, sir.”

  “Damn right, he will.” The tomboy snorted, imagining a different way he’d be ‘taking care’ of her. Maybe even as soon as they got up to her room.

  Mr. Bakugo smiled faintly and gave him a firm cp on the shoulder. “Good.” Then, gncing at Yagi-Sensei, he added, “Don’t forget dinner tonight.”

  Yagi-Sensei blinked before realization dawned on him. “Ah, yes! Inko did mention that…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

  Katsumi seized the opportunity, her grin turning wicked. “Dinner, huh? Sounds like a double date to me. Really becoming Dad Might, huh?”

  “Dad Might?” Mr. Bakugo questioned, not understanding what his daughter was referring to.

  The aging hero sputtered, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled Kirishima’s hair. “W-Well, I wouldn’t put it like that—uh—I mean—”

  Yagi-Sensei quickly excused himself, coughing into his hand as he hurried back toward his own vehicle. Though he didn’t understand the joke, Mr. Bakugo was definitely amused as he climbed back into the driver’s seat of his car and drove off.

  As both cars pulled away, Katsumi turned to Izuku, her smirk still firmly in pce. “Looks like we’re not the only ones making big moves, huh?”

  Izuku chuckled, shaking his head but smiling. “Let’s just get your stuff inside, Kacchan.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she said, grabbing the dolly.

  As Izuku and Katsumi entered the lobby with her dolly cart of belongings, they approached the same table where Momo Yaoyorozu was diligently stationed to await new arrivals. Spotting them, Yaoyorozu greeted them with her usual polite smile. “Ah, welcome back, Midoriya! Already assisting those in our css. How marvelous!”

  While Izuku bashfully began introducing his girlfriend to their new cssmate, Katsumi’s eyes were locked-on to the first thing she noticed about the woman before her. Her massive breasts. They were impossible to miss, and there was no doubt in her mind that Izuku was fully aware of their existence, especially if the way he was avoiding eye contact meant anything. She grinned as she found something else to tease her man with.

  “-ease sign here, and I’ll retrieve your key… Bakugo?”

  “Ah, yeah.” The tomboy scrawled her name on the form with a quick flick of her pen while Yaoyorozu turned to the small organizer holding the dorm keys. As she rifled through them, Katsumi leaned close to Izuku, her lips almost brushing his ear.

  “Those tits are something else,” Katsumi whispered, her tone low and teasing. “Shit, and I thought Pink Cheeks was packing.”

  Izuku’s face turned a brilliant shade of red, his eyes darting anywhere but toward Yaoyorozu. “K-Kacchan!” he hissed, mortified. “She’s right there!”

  Before Katsumi could respond, Yaoyorozu turned back, holding the key. Her brow furrowed slightly as she noticed Izuku’s flustered state. “Midoriya, are you alright? You seem… flushed.”

  Katsumi smirked wickedly. “Oh, don’t mind him. He just has some big things on his mind.”

  Yaoyorozu blinked, confused by the comment, but before she could respond, Katsumi grabbed Izuku’s arm.

  “Thanks for the key!” she said quickly, fshing Yaoyorozu a grin as she dragged her boyfriend and her things toward the elevator.

  As soon as the elevator doors closed, Katsumi turned on Izuku, pushing him gently but firmly against the wall. Her breasts pressed into him while her hands rested on either side of him, caging him in as she looked up at him with a sultry smirk.

  “So, nerd,” she began, her voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “Where’s my copy of your room key?”

  Izuku swallowed hard, understanding the implication of giving her a literal key to his room. “We’ll have to get one made ter. Should I expect one in return?”

  “Of course,” she purred, leaning closer until their noses almost touched. “How else am I supposed to keep your mind off Marshmallow Tits if I don’t fuck the horny out of you?”

  Connecting the dots on who ‘Marshmallow Tits’ was, Izuku had to admit Katsumi’s nicknaming sense was spot on. Yaoyorozu’s boobs did look big and soft. He shot her the sort of smile she loved. “I guess I won’t need to worry about that, huh?”

  “Damn right.” With those words, Katsumi captured his lips in a passionate kiss, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Izuku’s embarrassment melted away as he kissed her back, his hands resting lightly on her waist. Izuku knew there was no jealousy or protectiveness in her ‘threat,’ just raw desire. Desire he loved to return.

  When the elevator dinged to announce their arrival on the second floor, they reluctantly pulled apart. Katsumi's eyes were still smoldering with desire as she picked up her bags again. "Hurry up, bag boy."

  "Yes, Ma’am," he replied, his voice a bit breathless as his eyes followed his woman’s swaying ass.

  As Katsumi unlocked the door to room 203, she pushed it open and stepped inside. Much like Izuku’s room, the dorm had a shared space with two adjourning bedrooms, one of which would be Katsumi’s new home. A home she was ready and willing to break in if the smoldering gaze she shot Izuku meant anything.

  “Well, nerd, looks like we’ve got the pce to ourselves,” she teased, sauntering toward him as he pulled in her cart full of things. “You know what I’m thinking? I’ll give you a guess…”

  Before the girl could lean in and cim his lips once more, a soft ribbit interrupted the moment. Izuku’s face heated up as the couple turned toward the other side of the dorm, where the door to Katsumi’s roommate’s space was wide open. Standing there was a retively short girl with long green hair and wide, curious eyes, holding a box in her hands.

  “Hi there, ribbit.” The girl said with a friendly tone. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your moment. "I'm Tsuyu Asui, but you can call me Tsu."

  Katsumi shook off her momentary frustration and recovered. “Yo, I’m Katsumi Bakugo. This is my man Izuku Midoriya.” She jabbed a thumb toward Izuku, who gave a slightly awkward wave.

  “Nice to meet you, Tsu,” Izuku said, smiling warmly. “I’d imagine you’re Kacchan’s roommate?”

  “Looks that way. One second, let me put this down.” Tsu said simply, moving toward the kitchenette, where she bent over to pce her box down on the floor. In doing so, the froggy girl unknowingly dispyed her wide hips and generously sized ass, barely contained in the denim shorts she was wearing.

  Izuku could tell that it took nearly all of Katsumi’s willpower not to whistle at the sight. It didn’t stop her from leaning in and whispering into his ear again. “First tits, and now ass? UA’s got it all.”

  Standing up from her crouched position, Tsu looked back and was curious about why Izuku’s face was suddenly red. “Ribbit? Did you say something?”

  “N-no, nothing. Kacchan was just teasing me.” Izuku stammered, trying not to focus on how Tsu gave frog legs a whole new meaning. “A-anyways, we should get you unpacked Kacchan.”

  Izuku’s me attempt at deflecting caused Katsumi to snort. “C’mon, nerd. You’ll overheat if you stand this close to that bakery.”

  The tomboy then pulled her frazzled boyfriend into her room while Tsu watched on, confused about what her roommate meant by ‘bakery.’

  Once the couple was alone in her room, Katsumi broke out ughing. “Damn Deku, I thought you were used to being around babes. Hell, I thought I fucked the virgin out of you already.”

  Izuku sighed. “Kacchan…”

  “I know, I know. I’m just pying around.” She smirked, waltzing over to the dolly to pick up the first of several boxes. “Now let’s get this shit over with so we can pick up where we left off before Legs interrupted us.”

  The unpacking went surprisingly quickly as Izuku and Katsumi worked together to arrange her things. Despite her fiery personality, Katsumi’s style was straightforward and practical. Her side of the room was sparsely decorated—just her bed, a small set of weights in the corner, and a few personal items arranged neatly. Izuku noticed the stark contrast between her setup and what he imagined a more traditionally “girly” room might look like.

  “You know,” Izuku said as he finished setting a few framed photos of the two of them on her desk, “this is a lot more minimalistic than your room at home. I figured you’d at least have a poster or two.”

  Katsumi smirked, lounging on her bed as she watched him work. “Why bother? If I’m doing things right, I won’t be spending much time here anyway.”

  Izuku raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding at first. Then her smirk widened into a devilish grin. “I’ll be in your room most nights, dumbass. This is just my backup.”

  His face went red at the insinuation. Living away from home meant they had much less restrictions on spending the night with one another. Before, those nights were reserved for weekend dates. But now… It was hunting season, and Izuku was the prey.

  “Rex, nerd,” she said, ughing at his reaction. “I’m just telling it like it is.”

  As Izuku recovered, his gaze nded on one of the few personal decorations in the room: a framed All Might trading card mounted proudly on a shelf. The card was pristine, encased in gss, and bore the Pro Hero’s signature in bold, sweeping strokes. A simir precious card that he also kept among his prize possessions.

  Izuku’s expression softened. “You brought the card too,” he said, smiling as the memory came rushing back.

  Katsumi, who had been lounging comfortably, suddenly sat up straighter, her demeanor shifting ever so slightly. “Of course, I brought it,” she muttered, her voice quieter than usual. “I’d never leave it behind.”

  Izuku chuckled, recalling the day she’d gotten it signed. She had approached All Might during one of his training sessions, uncharacteristically shy, and had asked him to sign the card. She’d thought Izuku hadn’t noticed, but he had, and the sight of her bashfulness had been endearing in a way that still made him smile.

  “You know, I think that’s the only time I’ve ever seen you look nervous,” he teased gently.

  “Shut up,” Katsumi mumbled, turning away slightly to hide her faint blush.

  He decided to let it go, not wanting to push her further. Instead, they finished setting up the st few items, and Katsumi’s usual pyful energy returned as she leaned against the wall and gave him a flirtatious look.

  “So, Deku,” she began, her tone dripping with mischief, “you’re done helping me now, right? That means I get to reward you properly.”

  Izuku’s heart skipped a beat, and he opened his mouth to respond when his phone buzzed in his pocket. The timing couldn’t have been worse—or better, depending on who you asked.

  “Hold on, Kacchan,” he said, fishing out his phone. The caller ID showed Ochako’s name, and he quickly answered. “Hello?”

  “Izuku~~~!” Ochako’s cheerful voice came through the line. “I’m here! We just pulled into the parking lot.”

  “Awesome! We’ll be right down!” Izuku said without hesitation. After sharing a few more words, Izuku hung up, only to find his first girlfriend with her arms crossed.

  “Guessing Pink Cheeks is here?” She grumbled, irritation evident in her voice.

  “Yeah, she and her sister just pulled up.” Izuku shot her an apologetic smile. “Raincheck on that reward?”

  Katsumi sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. “Fine, fine. Let’s go, nerd. I’m not letting you go down there alone, anyway.”

  Despite her words, Izuku knew she wasn’t actually upset. He’d seen how much closer his two girlfriends had gotten over the past few months, so much so that he was sure she was more than happy to have her here too. Though, the idea that Katsumi was more upset than him about this ‘reward’ was rather funny to him. It made him wonder who the reward was actually for.

  They made their way back to the elevator, passing by Tsu’s room on their way out. Izuku was rather surprised to see how ethnic her decor was. The rainforest-esque theme was a far cry from what his own girlfriend had.

  As they reached the elevator, the doors opened to reveal a young man with dual-colored hair—half white, half red. Curiously, he also had heterochromatic eyes, one icy blue and the other a deep gray. However, one eye was completely surrounded by a searing scar. Gncing at the couple for less than a second, he silently passed them as he stepped out of the elevator, not offering any introduction.

  Katsumi scowled slightly, irritated by his ck of tact and silent disregard for their presence. "The fuck’s his problem?"

  Izuku gently defused her irritation with a quick kiss. "He's probably just focused on moving in. Let's not worry about it."

  Katsumi sighed but nodded, her temper simmering down. The couple soon stepped out into the bustling parking lot, scanning the area until they spotted two familiar figures unloading bags from a taxi van. Ochako and her sister, Yui, were busy pulling weightless luggage from the vehicle and loading them onto two carts. The moment Ochako saw Izuku, her face lit up like a firework.

  “Izuku!” she called out, already sprinting toward him.

  Just before she reached him, her foot caught on the pavement, sending her tumbling forward. With an instinctive yelp, she fell into Izuku, her hands grasping at his shoulders. The sudden pressing of the pads on her fingertips activated her quirk and sent them both floating into the air, their bodies weightless.

  Izuku let out a surprised ugh, holding onto Ochako to keep them steady. “You okay?” he asked, his grin infectious.

  Ochako giggled, her cheeks pink as she clung to him. “Oops, sorry about that. Seems I keep falling for you.”

  The two shared a quick kiss as the two hovered a few feet above the ground, giggling and smiling at one another. From the ground, Katsumi rolled her eyes, though there was no real bite in her tone as she called out, “Just a couple of cute dorks, aren’t ya?”

  Yui, who had been standing beside the luggage with her usual calm expression, gnced over and nodded. “They are,” she said, her voice ft but had a hint of amusement.

  Eventually, Ochako released her quirk, and the pair gently fell back to the ground. Once they nded, Izuku waved at Yui. “Hey, Yui! Good to see you again.”

  Yui gave a small, barely perceptible nod. “Hi,” she replied simply.

  Izuku smiled, gd to see that the girl wasn’t too down in the dumps. Ochako had mentioned that her sister had been sulking for weeks when she found out they weren’t in the same css. Despite the differences in personality, the two had been inseparable growing up. It would be the first time that the Uraraka-Kodai sisters wouldn’t be in the same css together. Ochako was pretty down by it at first too, but he had been there to pick her back up. Yui didn’t quite have the same ‘luxury.’ All he could do was hope his other close friends could reach out and connect with her so that she wouldn’t be too lonely in Css 1-B.

  The group wandered back to the taxi where the sister’s things sat when a thought struck Izuku’s mind. “Oh, your parents couldn’t make it today?”

  Ochako perked up and expined. “They had a big business deal come up st minute, but they promised they’d visit soon.”

  Hearing that, Izuku let out an audible sigh of relief. “Oh, good. I mean—not that I don’t want to meet them! It’s just…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his head. “You’ve told me how protective your dad is, so, uh… yeah.”

  Ochako ughed, patting him on the arm. “Don’t worry. You’ll survive when the time comes. Maybe.”

  Deciding to change the subject, Izuku gnced at the luggage by the taxi. “Need any help with that?”

  “Nope! Watch this!” Ochako smiled and nodded toward Yui. Izuku then watched in awe as the quiet girl began tapping both carts full of luggage, activating her quirk and shrinking them down so small that the girl could easily put them in her pocket. Ochako then skipped over and gave her sister a hug before pocketing her own luggage. Izuku found it quite endearing when his girlfriend puffed out her chest in pride over her sister’s work.

  Katsumi chuckled at the dispy. “Handy. Coulda used that earlier.”

  Yui shrugged at the compliment, but Izuku could tell there was a hint of pride in her demeanor.

  With their bags now conveniently pocketed, the group began walking back toward the dorms. As they approached the building, Yui stopped at the crossroads where the Css 1-A dorms and other student housing diverged. She turned to Ochako, her face calm as always. “Text me when you want me to unshrink the luggage.”

  “I will,” Ochako promised, giving her sister a quick hug. “See you ter, Yui!”

  With a silent wave, Yui turned and walked toward her own dorm building, her figure soon disappearing into the crowd of other students.

  As they entered the lobby, the trio noticed a rge heteromorphic man with multiple arms standing at the check-in table with Yaoyorozu. His broad shoulders and tall stature were impossible to miss, yet his demeanor was calm and composed as he spoke politely to Yaoyorozu, receiving his room key.

  Curious, the trio approached, and Izuku took the lead. “Hi there! You must be one of our cssmates. I’m Izuku Midoriya, and these are Katsumi Bakugo and Ochako Uraraka.”

  The man turned toward them, his multiple arms moving with surprising grace for one so rge as he gave a polite nod. “Mezo Shoji,” he said in a deep yet gentle voice. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

  With those words, Shoji excused himself, carrying a single rge box with surprising ease as he headed toward the dorms. Izuku watched him go, a question forming in his mind. “I wonder if that’s all he brought,” he mused aloud. “Just one box?”

  “Maybe he travels light,” Ochako suggested, though she seemed just as curious.

  Before Izuku could specute further, Yaoyorozu greeted them warmly from the check-in table. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she said, “Midoriya, every time I see you, you seem to have someone else on your arm.”

  Izuku chuckled, his cheeks turning faintly pink. “Well, uh, as you probably heard, this is Ochako Uraraka, my second girlfriend. Ochako, this is Momo Yaoyorozu.”

  Ochako smiled brightly, waving eagerly at her new cssmate. “It’s nice to meet you, Yaoyorozu! Let’s be friends!”

  Yaoyorozu’s smile widened as she happily cpped her hands in front of herself, her curiosity immediately piqued. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Uraraka. I’d love that!” Her eyes twinkled as she added, “I have to admit, I’ve never had much opportunity to speak with anyone my age in a polygamous retionship. It’s fascinating! How did you all decide to make it work? Do you share your time equally? Are you each in a retionship with one another or more of a cssical harem? How curious!”

  Ochako blinked, taken aback by the sudden barrage of questions. “Um, well, you see, it’s… uh…”

  Izuku opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Katsumi coughed loudly, drawing everyone’s attention.

  “Oi, we’re here for a key, not to give a seminar on how to share a guy,” Katsumi said, shooting a pyful gre toward the buxom woman. “If you’re trying to wind up in Deku’s pants, you’re gonna have to wait in line, Marshmallows.”

  “Marshmallows…? O-Oh!” The Yaoyorozu heiress lit up like a stop sign. “M-My apologies, that wasn’t my intention. I was just… Nevermind. P-Please sign here, Uraraka. I’ll grab your key.”

  Yaoyorozu handed Ochako her room key and offered the group a warm farewell. “I’d love to talk more when you have time. It’s such a fascinating dynamic, and I think I could learn a lot from you all.”

  Izuku nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “Sure, we can talk ter.”

  The brightness returned to Yaoyorozu’s expression. “Wonderful! Have a great day, all of you.”

  As the trio stepped into the elevator, Katsumi leaned against the wall with a smirk. “So, Deku, already setting up a date with Marshmallow Tits, huh?”

  “Marshmallow Tits, huh?” Ochako giggled, joining in. “And you know Kyoka’s going to be jealous when she hears about it.”

  Izuku groaned, his face turning red. “It’s not like that! She’s just curious! I was just being polite!”

  Katsumi rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Yeah, yeah. I’m sure that was the only reason."

  The girls giggled at their boyfriend's expense while their elevator took them up to the second floor. Then when the elevator doors opened, Izuku, Katsumi, and Ochako stepped out and were immediately greeted by the sight of a young man in a bandana struggling to fit his belongings through a doorway. He had cleverly welded all his items onto a trolley to make it easier to carry, but now he was menting having to undo it all to get everything inside.

  "Damn it," the young man muttered, "I really thought this would work better."

  Izuku watched with wide eyes as the young man used his quirk to detach the fused items from the trolley. "That's amazing! What kind of quirk is that?" he asked, his excitement evident.

  The man, clearly proud of his ability, straightened up. "It's called Weld. I can fuse and unfuse anything together. Comes in handy for situations like this … well, sort of."

  Izuku pulled a notebook seemingly out of nowhere and began jotting down notes furiously. Ochako blinked in surprise. "Where did that notebook come from?"

  Katsumi snorted. "Get used to it, Cheeks. He always has one on hand."

  Realizing he had forgotten to introduce himself, Izuku looked up and said, "Oh, right! I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you!"

  The young man nodded. "I'm Yosetsu Awase. Nice to meet you too."

  "For sure," Izuku said, his eyes shining, still thinking about Awase’s quirk. "I'd love to see it in action more sometime."

  "Sure thing, my quirk is pretty sick, so I don’t mind showing it off," Awase replied with a grin before letting his eyes wander toward a couple of good-looking gals behind the green-haired geek. “And they are?”

  Izuku lit up and introduced his girlfriends. "Oh! These are Katsumi Bakugo and Ochako Uraraka, my girlfriends."

  Awase's eyes widened in surprise. "You have two girlfriends?" He tried to py it cool but couldn't hide the hint of jealousy in his voice. "That's... cool, man."

  The girls exchanged a knowing gnce and then intertwined their arms around Izuku, each making a show of kissing him on the cheek. Awase's attempt to py it cool faltered as he visibly blushed and looked envious.

  "W-Well, it was nice meeting you, Awase," Izuku said, trying to manage his own embarrassment as the girls giggled. "We'll catch up ter."

  "Yeah, sure," Awase replied, almost grumbling to himself as they headed toward Ochako's room.

  As they walked away, Katsumi leaned in and whispered, "Seeing people jealous of you is pretty hot.” The tomboy emphasized her statement by taking the arm wrapped around her waist and pnting his hand on her ass. “You have that effect on people, Deku."

  Ochako nodded in agreement, maneuvering his hand so it rested tightly on her hip. "We’re your girls, you know? It's kind of cute watching them be envious.”

  Sweat dripped from the aspiring hero’s brow. His girls were really something else.

  Weebvious