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"I have nothing to answer for." Neita said.
"You snuck out last night." Itsuka still had her arms crossed.
"Oh please, like no one else here has done that. Now if you'll excuse me-"
"You were looking for Midoriya." Half of Setsuna's face grinned. The other half was still in her dorm room.
"As if I'd ever be caught dead with one of those 1-A hooligans!"
"Even Midoriya?"
"Never! He's the worst of them! A low down, vile, putrid-" Her words failed her as her face reddened. "I can't believe I let you rile me up like this!" She stormed off.
"She's into him." Itsuka said.
"Oh, absolutely.
Neita stared at the ring on her finger. She would control herself. She would keep it together.
But...
The safe's timer went off. Three minutes already? She removed the ring, placed it on the table and drew a shaky breath. Keeping her eyes closed she shoved it back into the small safe. The safe was tucked deep into the back of he closet and a half folded piece of tape put under it. Clothes hid the box as she closed the door. She checked if the door and blinds were closed for what felt like the hundredth time. No one may know.
It should be enough to get through the day.
A soft warmth floated through her from where the ring was. If she kept saving then she'd be able to get his name engraved on it. That would-
No. She must keep herself together. Avoiding 1-A would be required. She couldn't handle facing him today.
"You'll be working with 1-A for this project." Vlad King said. Neita tensed visibly, her face growing pale. The hero noted this, but figured she was withholding her usual 1-A ravings.
She could handle this. A little combat exercise would be fine! Even if she had to fight him. Just imagine him as a filthy, revolting, faker.
"It's a cooperative project." Vlad continued with a none too subtle look to her. "You'll be assigned someone from class 1-A for Quirk study- Monoma, are you..." Vlad blinked at the blonde. At this point she was holding herself up by her forearms on her desk, pale as a ghost as she strained. "... Nevermind... Here's your partners." He lifted the sliding chalkboard behind him. Her eyes frantically searched for his name to be- god, it didn't matter who he was with! She couldn't accept anyone with him-
It was her name next to his.
Neita passed out.
"... Can someone take her to the nurse?" Vlad sighed. "I swear, every time I mention 1-A..."
Izuku sat tense. Should he say something? Was it part of her quirk? Why was she just staring at him? Did she really hate his class this much?
Neita's gaze bored into him. It was him. Him. Partnered with her. At least a week together. Just them. It didn't feel real.
"N-Neita?" If it wasn't for the surprise of him speaking she would have seared that into her brain. "Y-you're um, touching my arm."
Oh god she was. She hadn't even noticed!
"It's- My Quirk." She recomposed herself. Just think of him as a fake. A copy. "It's called 'Copy'. I am able to hold and use up to four different quirks for up to ten minutes. Truly the most versatile of Quirks."
Her insides clenched as he lit up. Surely he didn't think this highly of her Quirk.
"That's amazing!" The rest of his praise was lost on her as she fled into her mind.
She couldn't survive this. There was no way. It would be like telling a starving dog to not eat the steak placed in front of it. The desire was simply too great.
"Neita? Are you alright?" Izuku tilted his head. "You're breathing kind of hard."
Neita's eyes drooped as her face reddened. Gripping his shoulder she started to lead him somewhere.
Izuku stared at the ceiling with sore lips. Neita clenched as she squeezed herself to him as tight as she could.
"Do-..." He tried to restore his ability to speak. "Do we uh... do the project now?"
Her lips trailing back up his neck seemed like a 'no'.
Izuku had no experience with women, let alone with having a girlfriend. He could still tell this wasn't normal.
"Neita-" Her groan against his chest still made him flinch. "Are you alright."
She pressed her face into his chest harder, breathing deep.
"Never better." She exhaled slowly. Her eyes were hazy and face flushed.
"I just- you normally hate my class."
"But not you. You don't ruin the word 'hero' like they do." She spoke slowly. "You are the forbidden fruit. These desires have built up for so long, Izuku. But now..."
"You uh... have the fruit?"
She grinned and nodded against him.
"And I want to enjoy it. To taste it." Her mouth moved to his neck. "Savor it." A slow lick along his adam's apple. Her breath was hot.
"But- that doesn't answer my question. Are you alright? I- This is just- I mean I don't really know if it is but- this doesn't seem normal."
"Imagine living a life where people are afraid to touch you. Like you'd steal their Quirk away." She said into his neck. "And one day you meet someone who doesn't just accept your Quirk, but loves it."
"I-"
"I know you love Quirks, Izuku." Her grin pressed against him. "And I can feed that love. Consider it... part of our Quirk study."
"... I don't think we can w-write a report on that." He winced as her teeth nibbled on him.
"Maybe not for our project, then. But for ourselves."
"Ourselves?"
"We're going to know every little bit about each other's Quirks." She whispered into his ear. Her hands drifted along him.
"I had expected you to ask me to copy a Quirk." Neita laid next to Izuku.
"That seemed kind of... wrong."
"Wrong?"
"Like- I wanted you, not the Quirk."
She stared at him a moment before re-mounting him.
"We're going again."
"W-we are?!"
"And next time, come up with some Quirks for me to copy." She leaned in close, blue eyes seeming to glow. "I'm into Quirks too."
"It's a regular Romeo and Juliette." Neita lamented.
"No one's against this." Itsuka said.
"Two classes, alike in dignity..." She continued. "But never to be together."
"That's not even how that goes." Itsuka massaged her brow. "Just keep it between you two."
It was clear Neita wasn't listening. She was lost in her daydreams. Itsuka just hoped they'd take it to Izuku's room this time.