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She should’ve seen this coming.
She should’ve known that this had turned out to be too good to be true for her.
And yet, despite that, she wanted to believe the small naive voice in her head and heart that this time… maybe this time, things would be different for her. But no, she was sitting here, once again, all by her lonesome inside of a restaurant, looking like an idiot waiting for a date that she knew full well was not going to show; especially since the guy she had been seeing for the past few weeks, apparently got what he wanted from her.
Just like all the others before him.
“Ma’am…?” A worker slowly approached her, a tentative expression on his face. “It’s… been a couple of hours, are you certain you do not wish to order anything else?” Ah, now she understood the reasoning behind the hesitant look on his face. He probably felt a little awkward about coming back to her, especially since he knew full well what this night was supposed to be for her.
A dry chuckle passed her lips as she swirled the contents of her wine glass, “No… I don’t think I will,” Not even the taste of the last remnants of the dark red liquid going down her throat could wash away the bitterness in her tone as she set the glass down and stood up to face the man. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay at the front. Thank you for your time and service, I’m sorry for wasting it here.”
The waiter nodded slowly at her words and for a brief moment, within his eyes. She saw a hint of understanding and sympathy being offered to her. As much as she hated the idea of being offered any kind of pity in this regard, even if it was well-meaning, she would be lying if she said that she didn’t appreciate it at the moment. With a heavy sigh, she grabbed her hand purse and started for the exit, her heels clicking audibly against the marble flooring of the high-class restaurant. All while trying to resist the sinking feeling of her heart settling within the pits of her stomach.
Tonight marked the end of what would be yet another disastrous date night for Nemuri Kayama.
-X-
The R-rated Pro Hero stepped out of the fancy restaurant and into the brisk cool night air with a small shudder at the small gust of wind blowing by. The temperature had dipped even more than when she had arrived hours earlier, and it certainly wasn’t the ideal weather for the type of outfit she wore for this evening, especially with how little her dress actually covered. But it hadn’t been anything she couldn’t handle, her life as a heroine made her used to being out in the field under extreme weather conditions. A simple cold night was nothing for her.
The sounds of her stilettos clicked against the concrete sidewalk as she made her way back home. Inwardly grateful at the fact that the place she reserved for her date was at the very least, within walking distance of her complex. The entire time, the lovely Kayama was treated to various whistles and catcalls from many onlookers and passersby as they saw her in her evening attire. A little black backless, short-skirt cocktail dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Made notable by the deep plunge at the front of the outfit, traveling all the way down to the navel, with three loose-hanging thin gold chains at the front, connecting the dress. All of which were connected and held up by thin spaghetti strings that tied at the back of her neck. Giving everyone not only a wonderful view of her slim stomach but also an inner boob window of her massive cleavage that strained the entirety of her dress. Combined with her open-toed stiletto heels, various golden accessories, and her thin-rimmed glasses, it was clear that the raven-haired beauty had dressed to impress for the night; Looking to treat her date to a wonderful bit of eye candy throughout the entirety of dinner.
“Hmph,” Nemuri snorted, “So much for that now.”
To say that Nemuri had an overly complicated history when it came to her love life; would be putting it kindly in the highest sense. It wasn’t a secret to anyone that knew her, that the woman had a poor track record for romance, not from a lack of trying, mind you. It was just that when one had a reputation as… conflicting as hers, in terms of her pro-hero life, it was hard for others to view you as anything as you’re perceived as.
Nemuri was going to be blunt; when it came to her persona as the R-rated Heroine: Midnight, it was practically a double-edged sword for the 33-year-old. For as much as she adored playing up the persona of the flirtatious sexual hero who loved teasing both heroes and villains alike, that’s all it was at the end of the day, a persona. The woman behind the mask, Nemuri Kayama, was far from what she portrayed herself as. When she wasn’t on the clock, she was simply a mature woman who just wanted to live a peaceful life away from the hard work, as well as someone who wanted to be able to find a partner she could come home to.
A dream that was easier said than done.
While she knew this would be inevitable from the moment she decided on what she wanted to be, as a hero. Nermuri absolutely hated how much her heroine persona destroyed any potential chances she had of having a legitimate relationship outside of her work life. Everywhere she went and everyone she met only saw her as the Midnight, not the woman behind the mask. And because of that, it made trying to start relationships a damn near pipe dream for her. Many would assume that she was simply looking for a hook-up most of the time, wanting to get with the next guy, or girl, for a night of fun. And while she would admit to being a bit of an experimental party girl in her younger years, she quickly dropped all acts of promiscuity when she officially went pro. The last thing she wanted was to make her image more controversial than it would be.
Too bad she didn’t account for having slanderous rumors spread about her, claiming that she was nothing more than a slut who just wanted to become a hero for the sake of sleeping around. All of these were clearly untrue but caused by bitter female heroines who grew jealous of her rapidly growing popularity. That, combined with her having an already lewd image, pretty much cemented a lot of people’s perceptions of her. It didn’t help her case that her initial hero appearance was borderline nude, something she couldn’t help due to the nature of her quirk and how it required her to expose as much skin as possible. She still regrets going with that stupid idea of an outfit all those years ago.
Digressions aside, all of these misgivings ultimately culminated in her having horrible luck with finding a partner. Either people didn’t believe her sincerity in wanting to look for something more than a physical relationship, or she found herself dealing with some who were on the more… obsessive side of the spectrum, which led to either her having to subdue and arrest them herself, whenever they tried to cross certain boundaries, or resort to legal actions as a way of scaring them off. She recalled a past incident where one of her stalkers got so bad, that it forced her to move to get away from him until he had been apprehended. Hero capable of defending herself or not, she was still human; and she would admit how much that scenario terrified her and still rattled her to this day.
And for the dates that she DID manage to score, it would be the complete opposite. She lost count of how many times she’d been sweet-talked and tricked into a date where her partner was clearly only after her for her body. After all, the idea of banging and having a one-night stand with someone as sexy and popular as Midnight was the wet dream of a lot of men and various women all over Japan. It always started out the same for her; she would meet someone, leading her to have a chat with them and get to the other a little bit. Sometime later they would have a wonderful date that would lead her to either invite them or be invited, upstairs, ending with a passionate night between them. And then by the second date, they would be gone, leaving nothing but a text saying things just didn’t work out, if she was lucky enough even to receive that. She hated how much she kept falling for the same song & dance, over and over. but Nemuri desperately wanted to believe that things would be different with the next one. That this new person just might be the one.
She certainly felt that way with the newest guy she got together with. He seemed so sincere with the way he spoke to her, making her feel special, and that she was much more than just a mere sex object. Their relationship went on for months, and even though they only had two dates, the number of times they spent seeing each other made Nemuri think that he genuinely did care about her. Even on the nights whenever they fucked, and she would fully expect him to leave immediately the next morning, he was still there. For the first time in her life, Nemuri thought she had finally found someone she could possibly spend the rest of her life with. Which only made tonight all the more painful for her when she realized that he had ghosted her and had no intention of showing up.
“Face it, girl,” She muttered to herself in a bitter tone, “You might just have to accept the fact you’re destined to be alone for the rest of your- oof!”
“Ah! I’m so sorry!”
The distracted Nemuri found her thoughts abruptly interrupted after she accidentally bumped into someone. And she nearly fell to the ground had it not been for a hand shooting out and grabbing her, steadying her and bringing her back to her feet. Looking up to see who helped her, Nemuri was greeted by a rather tantalizing sight of a tall 6’6 man with broad muscular shoulders, pecs, and abs that were packed away nicely in a form-fitting short sleeve shirt. Nemuri couldn’t stop her eyes from traveling downward to the man’s well-toned legs that were covered by his thick sweatpants. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that this individual was a 10 out of 10 in terms of physical appearance, on top of his face being easy on the eyes as well.
However, the only thing that kept her from blushing and drooling like an idiot at the delicious sight; was the fact that this hunk was none other than her senior student, Izuku Midoriya.
“Midoriya?” The blue-eyed beauty blinked, surprised to see the verdette out here so late at night.
“K-Kayama-sensei?” The tall teen gave the woman a quick once over, “Is… Is that you?”
Hearing the shock and disbelief in her student’s voice prompted a small giggle from the woman. She couldn’t blame him for being surprised; after all, who would expect to see their teacher dressed like she was, late at night?
“Yeah, it’s me; What, surprised to see your teacher out of costume outside of UA? I do have a life outside of Hero work and being a teacher, you know?” She giggled as she watched as Izuku spluttered out a response and apology, even after he got much older and had a body like that, he was still her same old student. “Relax, Midoriya, I’m just teasing you a little bit. So, what are you doing here so late? It may be the weekend, but that’s no excuse to be out on the town at this time of night.”
“Oh uh,” He rubbed the back of his head as he harbored a sheepish blush, “I was just simply making a grocery run.” He lifted up his back to show all of his food and other items, “My fridge was running a little low, so I decided to use this chance to stock up.” There was a brief pause of silence before Izuku spoke up again, “Um… you, uh, you look very nice this evening, Kayama-sensei.” He said as he turned his head away from the older woman, slightly flustered at the sight of his teacher’s ensemble.
Nemuri blinked, but smiled softly, “Thanks. I wanted to pull out all the stops this evening.”
“Oh, was it a special occasion, or something, this evening?”
And as quickly as Nemuri’s smile came, it immediately faded away. “It was supposed to be,” She muttered, “That is until the guy, whom I’ve been seeing recently, decided not to show up. Effectively dumping me on the spot in the middle of the restaurant.” The ravenette balled up her trembling fists as she bit her bottom lip. No, she wouldn’t cry, not in front of one of her students; she didn’t want to show any weakness in front of her dear students.
Izuku could clearly sense that something was wrong with his teacher, more than what she was telling him. And that, she could probably use an ear to listen, “Um… Kayama-sensei?” The woman perked up, “I know this might sound a bit… weird, for me to suggest this. But if you want; do you want to come back to my apartment so we can talk about this? It sounds to me like you could use a chance to get some things off your chest.” Seeing the surprised look on her face, he quickly added, “O-Only if you want to! I’m not forcing you or anything.”
Nemuri blinked slowly, her mind processing the offer Midoriya, her own student, made to her. He barely knew what was going on and yet he was already willing to lend an ear to her problems. Heh, then again, it was Midoriya, the young man who was known for being analytical and sensing when something was wrong with somebody. From what she heard from both All Might and some of his classmates, he was always the type to put someone else’s needs before his very own, no matter the cost of sacrifice. With that all being said and done, her first reaction was to refuse the young man’s offer, purely out of reflex as her pride didn’t want to allow herself to dive into the terrible mess that was her love life, especially to a man who was many years her junior.
But a part of her; that small irritatingly rational part of her, wanted to take him up on it. If nothing else, it would mainly be due to the fact that she was exhausted. She had gone through this cycle of pain for years, and never truly had anyone to talk to about it. Sure, she had some close colleagues within both Aizawa and Hizashi, but she knew from past conversations that they had their own demons to work with. And the last thing she wanted was to add onto that and come off as selfish to them.
‘Yet you’re considering your 3rd Year UA student as a substitute,’ Her mind quipped. She knew this hypocritical line of thinking was not lost on her. Even if it was Midoriya, the fact that she’d be confiding in a student over a personal matter like this was nothing short of pathetic. Then again, with everything her heart’s been through, it’s not like she could even bring herself to care at this point.
“You know what?” She took off her glasses and rubbed her eye, smiling softly at the young man, “I think I just might take you up on that, Izuku.”
His cheeks, still red, Izuku cleared his throat and pointed in a certain direction, “My apartment is actually not too far from here.” Then, to Nemuri’s surprise, he offered an arm out to her, “Shall we get going?”
The woman was stunned at the bold move before chuckling, “Alright then.” She took his arms with both hands and them around gently, “Lead the way, Midoriya.”
The teen let out a shaky laugh as they started back for his house, inwardly screaming that his teacher actually took his arm without hesitation or comment. He wouldn’t be alone in that thought as even Nemuri was surprised at her accepting his arm like this. She wasn’t sure why she was doing something like this with her student, but for some reason, she couldn’t really say that it felt… wrong to her.
-A Little While Later: Midoriya Residence-
“Make yourself comfortable, Kayama-sensei. My mom is on vacation with All- I mean Yagi-san and they won’t be back for two weeks. So I pretty much have the house to myself until then.”
Nemuri gave a small nod as she made her way over to the couch, letting out a small sigh of relief as she finally had the chance to take off her heels. They might’ve made her look nice and tall, but god above, did they suck wearing most of the time. Even the heels on her hero outfit were a pain to wear at times; especially whenever she found herself running and chasing after villains and criminals. Rubbing her heels, Nemuri looked around the house, taking in the modest yet homey environment. Setting aside the fact that she was inside one of her student’s homes in what was a technically informal visit, she had to admit that Midoriya’s apartment was a lovely place. A clear step up from how her place looked at times, while she wouldn’t say she lived like a slob, she didn’t get much of a chance to clean the place as much as she wanted to. Glancing behind, she saw Midoriya in the kitchen putting away his groceries before looking up at his teacher.
“Um, did you by chance eat yet, Kayama-sensei?” He asked, getting his ingredients together, “Cause I was looking to have dinner and I can make you something, too, if you want.”
At the mention of food, Nemuri’s stomach beat her to the punch in answering for her by letting a deep rumble. With a sheepish blush and smile, she looked at him, “Um, if you wouldn’t mind.” She said, “And please, no need for the ‘Sensei’, Midoriya, we’re not in class. You can just refer to me as Kayama, or Nemuri, even.”
The boy blinked, “Are- are you sure?”
The older woman nodded, “Of course, and in return, I’ll call you Izuku, is that fine.”
With a smile, Izuku nodded and soon got to work preparing dinner for both him and Nemuri. Leaving the woman to her own devices as she relaxed, briefly asking if it was alright to turn on the TV, to which he agreed. It wasn’t long before the wonderful aroma of the food being made wafted throughout the apartment and reached Nemuri’s nose, causing her stomach to growl even louder than before, much to her embarrassment. She flipped through the channels and eventually just settled on a news station, which was covering the recent steady progression that Japan had made following the war between the heroes and the League of Villains.
“Hard to believe it’s been two years since then,” She murmured, recalling that fateful war.
Even to this day, Nemuri could still vividly remember every moment of those days. All the chaos and destruction that was left in the wake by Shigaraki, All for One, and their associates. Their battle against Gigantomachia was by far the worst of it in her personal opinion, and if she were going to be honest with herself. Nemuri fully expected to die in that war, with everything that happened and her students, not to mention when she had found herself all alone with a horde of villains on her tail, looking to take out any stragglers amongst Machia’s destruction. She didn’t think she would survive, yet somehow against all odds, her students had managed to come to her rescue before the league could claim her life. No words could even begin to describe how much she was grateful to Momo and others, to say that she owed them her life would be a royal understatement of the century.
Nemuri was soon brought out of her thoughts when she noticed Izuku approaching her with two bowls in hand, both of them filled with delicious-smelling food. “I… forgot to ask what you liked, so I went with my favorite.” He said with an awkward laugh as he offered her a bowl, “It’s nothing fancy, but I hope you’re fine with katsudon.”
Nemuri laughed, “With how hungry I am, this is essentially a five-star meal to me right now.” Bonus on the fact that she wouldn’t be breaking her wallet for a stupidly small meal. Seriously, why was it that every fancy restaurant she went to would charge so much for so little food?! It didn’t make sense!
Izuku had a megawatt smile on his face as he sat down and joined and the two started eating. The first bite alone had Nemuri letting out a sigh of bliss, as Izuku said, it might not have been anything special, but she couldn’t recall the time she had a genuine home-cooked meal like this. As they ate, the two found themselves having a bit of small talk over random things, just to kill time and add a bit of noise to the serene silence while the television provided white noise in the background. Eventually, the two finished and sat back, letting everything digest upon enjoying the delightful meal that Izuku made for the both of them.
“Mm~ my, my, compliments to the chef,” Nemuri praised, “I had no idea you could cook like this.”
Izuku chuckled bashfully, “Aw, it’s nothing, it’s just a little hobby that I always did with my mom before coming to UA, and she did tell me to make sure that I properly knew how to cook before heading to the dorms.”
“Well then,” Nemuri smirked, “Maybe I should hire you as my personal chef, from now on, if you’re able to make something like katsudon tastes so delicious.” She giggled at the deep blush Izuku had upon hearing that statement.
Soon the two sat together in a few moments of silence before Izuku finally brought up his question, “So um… do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?”
Nemuri sighed, “Yeah…” She sat up properly and folded her legs, “Honestly, there’s still a part of me that really doesn’t want to talk about this. But at the same time, I REALLY want to get this off my chest.”
Izuku remained silent as she continued on.
“As you guessed from my attire tonight, I did have a special engagement, a date to be exact,” She then snorted, “Or I guess I should say I was supposed to have a date tonight. It was supposed to be my third date with this guy I had been seeing for a few months now. And if I’m being honest, I genuinely thought that things would head to the next level between me and him. Only for me to find out, once again, that he was only dating me for my body.”
As one might expect with the young man, Izuku was completely floored by the revelation, “That’s horrible,” He then blinked, “...wait.” He furrowed his brows, “What do you mean by ‘Once again’? You’ve been through this before?”
“Bingo,” She said with another sigh, “You might not believe it, but when it comes to me and romance; I’ve basically been given the worst luck imaginable.” She leaned back in her seat, staring up at the ceiling, “Because of my status and persona I like to play up as Midnight. A lot of people seem to think that I’m nothing more than a promiscuous woman who doesn’t believe in the idea of being tied down, and would rather have sex for fun, fooling around with who knows how many men and women.”
“I… I didn’t… know.” He would admit that he had heard… rumors revolving around Midnight’s private life. But he never once thought it was true, and hearing it from her all but confirmed it.
Nemuri pushed her glasses up as she rubbed her eyes and the bridge of her nose, “It’s almost hilariously ironic. The woman who loves to prop herself up as a femme fatale, capable of seducing anyone. And yet, here I am, struggling to find actual love.” She let out a bitter laugh, “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had my heart toyed with by both men and women alike because they just saw me as an achievement? Getting a chance to lay with the famous Midnight and then toss me aside when they’ve had their fun?! I don’t, ‘cause I pretty much-lost count at this point!”
It was by that point that Nemuri finally realized that she started crying. Fuck, she was going to ruin her makeup at this rate. As she reached into her purse to search for her handkerchief, she was taken aback by being pulled into a one-armed hug by Izuku himself. She looked up at the taller man, who was rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’m sorry if this seemed a little forward, Nemuri-san,” He said, “I just… well I thought you could probably use a hug right now as you maybe, I dunno, let it all out?”
That did it for the woman, whatever restraint she had remaining on her emotional dam, broke as years of frustration and anguish exploded. Izuku rubbed and patted her back comfortingly as Nemuri sobbed into her hands, everything that she had been holding back until now, finally being let loose.
-x-
“Um, I have a question, Nemuri-san. If you hate what people think of you as Midnight; how come you still play that role or retain that persona?”
After Nemuri broke down crying, a few minutes had gone by as the student helped his teacher calm down. Once she managed to compose herself, she finally registered Izuku’s question.
“It would be easy to do just that, huh?” She finished drying the last of her tears, “To be honest, it’s complicated; heh, almost like my love life.” She chuckled weakly, “While it’s true I may hate the reputation I may have gotten with my hero status; I don’t hate being Midnight itself.” A soft smile slowly crept on her face, “I love being playful, I love being flirtatious, it’s just a part of who I am. I’m not ashamed of that, or my body; I just know when there’s a time and a place for all that.”
“I think I understand where you’re coming from,” Izuku uttered. He remembered how, for the longest time since he had been four, he used to hate the term ‘Deku’ and what it meant. But ever since he met Ochako and the others, he had learned to accept and even repurpose that same title that he once hated.
Nemuri let out a small huff, smiling as she rubbed her eyes once again, “You know, it’s honestly refreshing being able to talk about this with someone else. I didn’t even realize how much I needed this; thank you, Izuku.”
The verdette offered an eye smile, “No problem, I’m happy to help however I can.” Izuku then scratched his cheek, “Also, I know this might sound a little weird coming from me but for what it’s worth, I think you’re a beautiful woman, with or without the mask on.” He then looked away shyly, “And you… definitely look great in that dress tonight, on top of that, too.”
It had been a simple compliment, something that she’d heard over the years many times before when she wore many different types of outfits. Yet, for the first time in who knows how long, Nemuri Kayama found herself blushing like a schoolgirl from those two simple comments. Damn it, she was 33 years old, how could be blushing this hard and this much?! Just as she was about to make some kind of reply to Izuku, something caught the corner of her blue eyes that made them go wide.
A huge noticeable, throbbing, bulge occurred around Midoriya’s crotch.
“Oh my,” A small teasing grin appeared on Nemuri’s ruby-red painted lips, “Seems you like my dress a lot more than I thought.”
A flustered Izuku quickly tried to cover his crotch as his teacher laughed, “S-Sorry, I didn’t- I mean, I wasn’t trying to… uh, well…”
Nemuri placed a hand on his shoulder, “Relax, Midoriya, it’s fine, I’m not mad,” She tried to assure him as she gave another glance back down, “To be honest, I… I’m actually kinda flattered, really.”
“W-Wait, you are?”
The older woman nodded softly, “When you get to around my age, it starts to sink in that your youth and looks won’t last forever. Not to mention, people will start to see you as less attractive,” Okay, wow, maybe she had hit the wine a little too hard if it had her talking like this about one of her most personal topics. And yet, she couldn’t stop, “So the fact that you’re this turned on with me, it’s well… it’s definitely a confidence booster to let me know that I still got it,” She finished with a smile.
Izuku, realizing that he might not have another chance like this with Midnight again, decided to come clean, “Well, I always thought you were sexy, Nemuri-san, back from when I saw your debut video, even all the way till now in my later years of UA. You’re probably, no, I KNOW you’re one of the sexiest women on the planet, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
By the time he finished, the lovely Kayama was reduced to a bright red and flustered mess. Fuck… when was the last time she received a compliment like that, that actually felt genuine and from the heart? She looked up at Izuku’s eyes and saw that there was no deception or hesitation within those -surprisingly- mesmerizing green orbs of his. He legitimately believed she was better looking than most women out there. She tried to calm her rapidly beating heart down, but it was no use, she was slowly starting to catch feelings, for her own students, no less!
Eyeing his bulge once again, she briefly gave a look of contemplation before nodding and smiling widely, “Hey, Izuku; what do you say I help you with your little friend, downstairs?”
The teen froze, looking at his teacher with eyes so wide, they looked like they were about to pop out of his skull, “W-What?!” He nearly shouted, not that Nemuri could blame him for that reaction.
Really, she doesn’t know why she wants to do this, herself, or why she even gave him that offer in the first place. But one thing she couldn’t deny was how much of a real sweetheart Izuku had been since she ran into him. She had only been with him for a few hours, and yet he had treated her better than damn near every other guy or girl she dated in the past. Even the guy she had recently been with didn’t offer her this much (fake, she now realizes) love and affection. Maybe it was because of the alcohol in her system, maybe it was because she was emotionally starved for some genuine affection in her life. Or maybe, deep down within her lust-filled sinful mind, there was a part of her that was starting to see Midoriya as less of a student, and more of an attractive young man that definitely had the potential to be prime-husband material, in her eyes. Whatever the case was, she knew he deserved something for his kind actions this evening.
Meanwhile, as this was going on, Izuku slowly reeled back. Not out of disgust or anything like that, no, but rather, he couldn’t believe what he just heard. M…Maybe it was a mistake, or maybe he simply just misunderstood her, and she meant to help him out in some other way. Regardless, he had to say something instead of just sitting around and looking like an idiot.
“I-I… that’s- N-Nemuri-san, did I… there’s no way you actually mean…” The poor boy, even at eighteen and being a whole head taller than her, he was still reduced to an adorable mess. It almost made Nemuri want to tease him, but well… that could come later.
“I mean it, Izuku,” She leaned in, slowly pressing her scantily-dressed body against her as she reached for his crotch. “You’ve been so good to me this evening, and I feel you should be rewarded for it,” She paused for a moment and snorted softly, “I know this looks a little hypocritical here. I just finished airing my grievances about being used for nothing but sexual pleasure, yet here I am, offering you the same thing I was just complaining about.”
She stroked his bulge, feeling it pulsing gently through his sweats, as it grew in size. “I just want to be able to show you how grateful you made me this evening.”
The young man couldn’t stop the hiss that escaped him as he looked down at her, “Are… are you sure about this?” The last thing he wanted was for his teacher to have some form of regret the moment they crossed this line.
Nemuri looked at him with a cheeky grin, “Does this answer your question?” Without any other warning, Nemuri the stunned boy into a deep kiss, pushing her voluptuous body even further into his as she took one of his hands and brought it up to her abundant chest. The verdette was taken back by the kiss but as he felt her tongue pushing its way inside of his mouth, along with the soft sensation of her boob in his scarred hand, he found his mind slowly frying itself from the overstimulation his brain was receiving. He didn’t even realize that he was reciprocating her advances by squeezing and kneading her breasts out of instinct, earning him a sweet moan from the older beauty.
This continued on until they had to part away, the need for oxygen cutting their little fun short for the moment. With a mere glance into each other's eyes, a silent conversation and agreement were made as they both stood from their seats, leaving the dirty plates and their shoes behind as Izuku led his teacher to his room. Both parties were already eager to get started on the next stage of their unexpected, but highly anticipating, turn to their evening.
-X-
“Hm… it might be a hunch, but I thiiink your favorite hero might be All Might.”
Nemuri giggled behind her hand as Izuku buried his face in his as they entered the room, where the older woman was smacked with wall-to-wall posters & memorabilia of the former Number 1 Pro-Hero, All Might. While she was well aware of Izuku’s idolization for All Might, it was moments like these that reminded her of how much of a fan he was for the retired hero. To be honest, though, she found it to be quite adorable.
Izuku felt like he wanted the ground to swallow him up whole. “I-I’m sorry…” He apologized. Hey, cut him some slack, how was he supposed to know that he would be bringing a girl into his room tonight?!
“Hey now, no need to apologize. I think it’s cute that you admire All Might like this,” She gave the room another once over, “Even if it can be a bit… over the top at times.” She said, sweatdropping at some of the more… out there All Might merchandise. Seriously, All Might cupholders? They’ll really brand him on anything, huh? “Still, I’m hoping after tonight, I might have managed to worm your way into your top favorite heroes~” She winked.
Izuku blushed before he suddenly found himself sitting at the edge of his bed, looking up at the woman who pushed him down. Taking off her glasses and setting them on the nightstand, Nemuri kept her playful smirk as she stood before Izuku, drinking in the mesmerized gaze that he had as she reached behind and pulled at her dress’ string in a slow, teasing manner. She could feel her skimpy outfit gradually getting loose before one final soft tug had the entire thing fall from her body. She felt her smile growing witnessing Midoriya’s eyes nearly popping out at his skull at her new state of undress. And given what she had hidden underneath, she couldn’t blame him.
Izuku didn’t know what to expect from Nemuri’s little striptease, but it certainly wasn’t what he was staring at. For what had been hidden underneath her outfit, was a pure black microstring thong. As she posed and gave a little twirl, the young adult could see the erotic underwear digging deep into not only her ass but also her pussy as well. Almost as if the thing was painted on her for how thin looked pressed up against her. And to say that her cheeks practically devoured the string that disappeared in between the cavern that could be called Nemuri’s twin moons would be putting it EXTREMELY lightly. On top of that, the woman also had a pair of dark red heart-shaped small nipple pasties covering erected nubs.
“Whoa…” Izuku swallowed deeply at the sight of his teacher’s surprise. He knew she dressed to impress, but she had no idea that she had been hiding something like THAT underneath her outfit.
“Oh, don’t be blown away just yet, Midoriya,” She sauntered up to, leaning forward as she lifted his chin with just a finger, “We’re just getting started~”
She dipped down to her knees right in between Izuku’s legs as she started pulling down the young man’s sweatpants. A look of anticipation on her face as she pondered what she would be deal-
*SMACK*
…d-dealing with…?
The woman blinked rapidly, bringing a hand to her now slightly bruised cheek as she looked up in disbelief at the thick cock that slapped her just now. “Oh wow…” The seductress was blown away at the sheer magnitude of Izuku’s shaft standing tall and proud before her very eyes. And boy were those the appropriate words to describe this thick monster, damn well almost a foot long in length and riddled with healthy-looking veins, along with a pair of sizable nuts hanging low. It was the epitome of masculine virility if she ever saw it, and it practically blew the feeble-sized dick that her ex had, by a mile.
“N-Nemuri-san,” Izuku’s voice snapped her out of her trance, and she looked up to find the man looking down at him with concern, “Are you alright?!”
The woman blinked again, “Am I alright?” She grinned widely, “I’m better than alright! Who knew someone like you had such a beast hidden away in these trousers, Midoriya? Now I’m starting to wonder who’s really rewarding who, here.” As she gently cupped his sack, Nemuri found herself biting at her bottom lip, “Oh yes, I’m definitely going to enjoy having fun with this,” She finished with a kiss to his tip.
Izuku blushed with his mouth slackjawed at what he had just seen. “Wait, you’re going to- but that’s…” Anything he was going to say next was swiftly cut short by Nemuri reaching up and shushing him with her manicured finger.
“Shh, you’ve been a good boy this evening, Midoriya,” She looked down back at his cock, licking her lips, “And I make it a point to reward ALL my good boys.”
She wrapped her fingers around the turgid member, inwardly stunned at how her slender digits could barely touch, as she started pumping his shaft slowly. Normally, Nemuri loved to hop into the swing of things whenever she was completely horny, but this time she was going to take things slow. With dick this huge, there was absolutely NO way she wasn’t going to give it the provide love and attention it deserved. Spurred on by the intoxicating musky scent of Izuku’s cock, Nemuri got to work planting soft wet kisses along the meaty length; leaving a trail of lipstick markings as she started from the tip, working her way down to the base of his shaft. Where she dragged her tongue slowly along his sweat nuts, shivering blissfully at the intense taste as she took one of them into her mouth and swirled her tongue eagerly all over the cum-making testicles. With one hand jerking off the UA senior and the other cupping his free nut. It wasn’t long before her actions were immediately rewarded with gasps and grunts of pleasure coming from the grown teen, who could be seen gripping the edges of his bed as he fought against bucking his hips, clearly enjoying what she was currently doing to him with his mouth.
A muffled chuckle left her, causing a ticklish feeling for Izuku before she let go of his balls with a wet ‘pop’ from her mouth. Where she then took a moment to admire her little handiwork with Izuku’s entire sack covered in her lipstick markings, while the inexperienced virgin was shaking a bit from the pleasure. With yet another slutty giggle, Nemuri got back to her fun as she trailed her tongue along the underside of Izuku’s cock, coming up to the tip and taking the swollen cock head into her mouth. She gave a brief look at the flushed Midoriya, winking at the boy before she started to go down on his length. She was purposely moving at a snail’s pace, all to enjoy each and every salty inch that was venturing deep into her throat.
“Ngh, N-Nemuri…san…” The pleasure Izuku was feeling was absolutely insane. He gathered that he was going to be in for an amazing time, but he had no idea just how intense this was going to be. And all she was using to please him was just her mouth.
Just when he thought that things couldn’t get any better; Nemuri proved him wrong by fully deepthroating his length. Grabbing at the sides of his pelvis, keeping himself steady as he drove his girthy cock all the way down to where he could feel himself tickling at the back of her throat. The OFA user was worried about the woman choking herself on his dick, but one look at Nemuri’s face showed that the woman’s gag reflex was practically nonexistent to her. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, pumping the length as deep as thoroughly possible down her coiling throat, while she only kept one eye open, giving Izuku a sultry look as she took in her mouth. This continued on for some time until, in a sudden twist of moves, she reached out and grabbed both of Izuku’s hands. The teen was confused about what she was doing until his already pink cheeks turned into a darker shade of red (once again) at the sight of Nemuri placing them on the side of her head. From just this gesture alone, he immediately knew what she wanted him to do, and the hazy look in her blue eyes only further confirmed it, even encouraging him.
Gulping audibly, with his cock twitching in response to such an erotic sight, Izuku immediately got up from his bed and stood straight before the kneeling woman. And, upon his doing so, Nemuri was immediately reminded of the sheer height difference between the teacher and student. Before this moment, there was still a part of her mind that viewed Izuku as one of her precious students. A budding flower that she would help grow into a wonderful hero who would help society in the future. But now, at this very moment, all she saw was a mountainous 6ft+ tall man who could easily fold and bench press her if he so chose. And now, she was asking him to facefuck her like a slut, and the thought alone made her heart skip a beat with excitement.
Izuku took a moment to gather himself before he reeled his hips back and then slammed them forward, causing the heroine’s eyes to widen in shock as he repeated his motions over and over. His grip on her skull grew firm as he pumped his cock like a piston doing her throat, leaving the older woman delightfully disoriented as she gripped his pelvis, keeping herself stable as she went from a kneeling position to a spread-legged squat. An act that further made her look even sluttier thanks to her outfit and her heels. And it was enough to get Izuku even more aroused as he picked up the pace with his throatfucking. The harder he went, the more in turned Nemuri on her as her hands went to work teasing herself, one hand groping her large chest while her other hand found its way to her crotch, slipping into her micro panties and pumping two fingers deep into her drenched cunt. The taste and smell of Midoriya’s cock had gotten her so horny, her inner thighs were practically coated in her slick juices. All of this, combined with the young man’s surprisingly skillful motions as he pumped his cock into her mouth, was more than enough to get the woman going completely. And if this was just the start of their evening together, she could only look forward to what else they would be able to get up to.
Her ears caught a sharp hiss coming from Izuku as his thrusts started growing more savage, bulging her throat out immensely and letting the woman know what was coming next. Nemuri’s moans grew louder as she fingerfucked herself and started pinching her nipples through the pasties but she made sure not to make herself cum, no… not yet, she wanted to save that blissful release for when they got to the real fun between them. Regardless, with one final thrust into her mouth, Izuku came; immediately reminding the woman what a virile young man Midoriya was as her mouth, in just a few shots alone, was filled with thick ropes of the verdette’s potent spunk. It was almost like she was trying to swallow a thick milkshake by the gulpfuls. It soon became too much for Nemuri, the excess amount spilled out at the side of her mouth, prompting the woman to desperately tap Izuku’s waist, signaling for him to let go. Fortunately, he complied, allowing her to catch her breath as her face was painted with his seed.
“Holy shit…” She uttered, “Not only are you huge, but your loads are fucking thick as well!” She huffed, cupping the still twitching cock in her hand, “Seriously, what have you been feeding this thing?”
The teen blushed at the praise, “I’m glad I’m living up to your expectations.”
“Not only living up to them, you’re exceeding them, and frankly…” She rose up to her feet. “I’m fucking it very fucking hot right now.”
“Whoa!” Izuku found himself pushed back onto his bed, with his hot teacher climbing on top of him. The look in her eyes was filled with nothing but pure hunger and desire burning intensely.“N-Nemuri-san…”
“Please, Izuku,” She shushed him with her lips, “No more ‘san’, just call me Nemuri for the rest of the night.” She slowly pulled her panties off, casting it to the side, revealing her quivering wet muff, “You’ll be grunting and moaning that name soon enough.”
With that bold statement hanging in the air, Nemuri finally readied herself to take in her studly student’s cock. With a hand wrapped around his member, she guided it to her eager entrance and slowly started pushing it against her lower lips. There was a bit of resistance at first, but her lips quickly gave way to the swollen tip as it began venturing deep inside her. If Nemuri thought Izuku looked big, he felt even bigger , just the first few inches alone were enough to make her feel like she was being split in two. By the time she managed to fit all of him inside of her, she could already feel him poking against her womb; her belly making a clear visible distension, shaping the outline of her student’s cock against her stomach.
“Holy fuck…” She wheezed, this probably being the first time in her life that she ever felt this fucking full, “You’re definitely a man in the making, Izuku, any other woman would’ve passed out at this point.” She blinked when she noticed the look of exertion that the green-eyed stud had, “Oh? You okay there, Midorya~” She gyrated her hips slowly, prompting her walls to clench even tighter around him. “You seem to be looking a little strained there. Are you looking to cum already; Don’t tell me I’m too tight for you now~?”
“Shit…” Nemuri was definitely right on the money. It was taking everything he could not to blow his load almost instantly inside of her insanely wet and hot, tight snatch.
Seeing her adorable student enraptured in a world full of pleasure, but having no intentions of letting on him just yet, Nemuri started moving. She leaned forward, her hands pressed against his broad chest as she let her hips do the bouncing. Moving slowly up and down, starting from the tip and dropping all the way down to the thick base of his cock. Each time feeling his tip poking against the entrance of her womb, sending more shocks of bliss up her spine. The slaps of both her hips colliding with Izuku, along with her jiggly rump smacking against one another, was all the young man could feel as he sunk further and further into the deep abyss of ecstasy that his teacher was giving him. On the other end, Nemuri could feel her whole body racked with pleasure as well, it was practically unbelievable how a cock could feel this good inside of her. She could only imagine how many other women would struggle in trying to handle this thing; but it was a good thing she wasn’t like other women now, was she? It wasn’t long before Nemuri began picking up the pace on top of Izuku’s dick. Fully leaning straight up, the bouncing grew a lot more fervent, and in doing so, it gave Izuku a wonderful view of the woman’s massive breasts smacking and jiggling in an almost hypnotic manner. No matter which way they swayed, Izuku’s eyes home in on them, much to the giggling Nemuri’s amusement.
“You’re free to play with them, y’know?” She placed her head behind her head, adding even more sway to her large bust, “I don’t mind, ‘cause tonight, they’re all yours.”
No sooner had she offered up her boobs to him, Izuku found himself sitting up, wrapping an arm around Nemuri’s waist and pulling her in towards him. His other free hand found itself at her chest, peeling the heart pasty off, freeing her erect nipple that had been hidden underneath, and taking the pink sensitive teat into his mouth. Nemuri didn’t even bother trying to stifle her moans, letting her voice sing throughout the bedroom as Izuku mauled her chest with his mouth. Her pussy convulsed slightly, causing a mini climax to occur as her folds seized up even more around the teen’s length. Yet that did not halt nor slow Izuku down in the slightest as he began bucking his hips, wanting to match the pacing of the woman riding him. His unexpected act surprised Nemuri, but she was nothing if not quick to adapt to new developments. She had to admit, however; that Izuku was proving to be much better than she expected from the young man. With how ferocious he was with his movements and easily matching with her pacing, she was glad that she was as skilled and experienced as she was, compared to him. If she were like any other woman, there was no doubt in her mind that she probably would’ve been overwhelmed and passed out by this point. The fact that Izuku wasn’t even close to cumming yet, despite blowing his load not too long ago, was already a testament to his monstrous stamina.
“I must admit, Midoriya, you’re blowing me away,” Purred Nemuri, “Most guys would’ve blown a hot one inside of me at this point. Yet you’re managing to hold on even longer than most men twice your age.”
He glanced up at the seductive woman, letting her spit-covered nipple pop out of his mouth, “What can I say…?” He said between grunts and his thrusts, “I have such a beautiful woman in my arms, bouncing erotically all over my cock. Of course, I want to hold out as much as I can with her.”
Nemuri could feel her cheeks growing warmer from Izuku’s casually smooth statement. Dammit, it was completely unfair that Izuku kept calling her that word, ‘Beautiful’, with such sincerity. Had she been neglected so much that even the smallest compliment would have her blushing this hard? And the fact that she knew in her heart that Izuku meant every word he said, made the giddy feelings within her all the more rampant. Fortunately for her, she was able to shy away from those thoughts momentarily as she felt Izuku beginning to twitch inside of her, showing signs that he was finally getting close to his release. That revelation revitalized Nemuri’s entire body, prompting her to double her efforts in working her stud to his climax. Izuku, not wanting to have Nemuri do all the work, matched her energy and started fucking her with just as much vigor. One of his hands found itself at her ass, giving her rear a nice firm squeeze, then a loud smack; Causing Nemuri to let out a gasp as she looked down at the bold teen with a look of lust dancing wildly in her eyes.
“My, aren’t we a brave little one?” She growled with desire, “You seem to be getting bolder with your actions since we started not too long ago.”
“You’re saying that like you don’t love it,” He gave her rear another spank, which earned him a nice moan from the woman. “See? You love it.”
“Fuck!” He was right and she knew it, that last strike nearly had her creaming all over herself, yet she managed to hold on, just barely. “I’ll- ngh, get you back for this.” She panted, but the look in her eyes told him that she was truly loving how aggressive he was starting to get with her.
Soon, with one final thrust, Izuku finally hit his peak and came. The young man had managed to thrust so deeply inside Nemuri, that he even managed to pierce into Nemuri’s womb a bit. The sudden intrusion within her inner sanctum caused the heroine’s mind to explode with a mixture of intense pain and pleasure, bringing her to an intense climax that had her squirting all over herself and Izuku as she screamed at the top of her lungs. The vice-like grip that clamped down around Izuku’s length was enough to bring him to his own orgasm as he erupted with his hot and thick load deep inside of pussy. Every corner of her walls was painted white with his seed as she was filled to the brim. The heat coming from his load made Nemuri shudder, feeling her climax drag out as a result of it.
The two remained like that for a few moments before falling back onto the bed, huffing and panting heavily from their intense round, “God…” Nemuri was the first to speak, “That was amazing, Midoriya.” She looked up at him with a smile on her face, “Not many people can keep up with me the way you did, let alone make me squirt like that. To think that you were only a virgin just a little while ago.”
However, Izuku surprised the woman with the following words, “Actually, um… I’m not really a virgin.” He said sheepishly.
“Wait, excuse me?”
The blush on Izuku’s face grew deeper, “I’ve actually had sex before with some of my female classmates.” Well, his classmates, such as Mina and Momo, along with some of the ladies in Class 1-B like Kendo-san. But he didn’t need to mention that, “But of course, it was all mutual and we agreed to be nothing more than friends with benefits.”
Nemuri looked at him before letting out a small laugh, “Well, guess that explains how you were so skilled.” It made sense, no virgin would be able to handle a woman like her as well as Izuku did. “Still, never would’ve guessed you being someone to fool around like that.”
“O-Only if they came to me, I swear,” He assured with a slight stutter. He then blinked as something came to mind, “Also, are you fine with me giving you that creampie, just now?”
Nemuri lifted her head to give Izuku an amused look, “Kinda late to be asking me AFTER you came inside,” She giggled at his embarrassed expression, “But don’t worry, I’m on the pill, so we won’t be having any black and green haired children running around, just yet.”
A small wave of relief passed through the teen’s body upon hearing that. Nemuri’s smirk widened, “With that being said~”
The woman climbed off of Izuku and positioned herself on all fours on the bed, shaking her ass enticingly at the verdette, “Since I now know you got some experience under your belt, time for you to show me what you can do.”
Blood immediately began rushing back to Midoriya’s softening length, making gulp audibly, “O-Okay.” He uttered, “Is there anything that’s off-limits that I should know about?”
Nemuri simply chuckled, “Just got at me as hard as you want, Izuku. I wanna experience everything your partners went through with you.” She rested her head in her arms, “If something ends up becoming too much, I’ll let you know.”
With a nod, Izuku's eyes sharpened with determination as he activated his Black Whip quirk. The woman watched with interest as it shot out to a nearby table, grabbing something that Nemuri quickly noted was lube. Realizing what was coming next, Nemuri could only tremble as she knew her ass was going to be in for a treat, literally. She felt the cool sensation of the lube covering her ass while Izuku coated both that and his length in the clear substance. Once he finished, he grabbed her by the waist and slowly started impaling his cock deep into her ass, making Nemuri mewl out in delight as her ass was reamed and stretched wide apart. The soft jiggle of her ass as his hips collided with them was a sign that he fully hilted himself inside of her. But before he continued, more Black Whips shot out from his body and began wrapping around Nemuri’s well-endowed frame. The stunned Kayama felt the dark tendrils wrap all over her body; binding her arms behind her back while also tying around and squeezing her large chest as though they were bondage chest harnesses. Izuku wasn’t through with her as he grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair and yanked harshly, arching her back upward and making her cry out in surprise before her mouth and pussy were stuffed with the grinning Midoriya’s tentacle-like quirk. Driving all the way deep inside each respective hole as the teen rubbed her ass with his free hand.
“You wanted me to go all out on you? Well then, I’m going to make sure I don’t disappoint.”
Giving Nemuri's ass a nice slap, Izuku started bucking his hips, thrusting like a horny animal into the woman’s back door. Unlike where he mainly let his teacher take over in pleasuring him, he was the one who was mainly taking the reins for this session, so to speak. Each stroke of his cock deep into her ass was long and deep, starting off slow to get adjusted to the tightness that was far different than when he was railing her cunt. Yet that wouldn’t last long as he gradually started picking up speed, the sound of his powerful hips clapping against the mature woman’s meaty ass started filling both his and Nemuri’s ear as his hand let loose like a whip and struck at the woman’s bare behind. Making Nemuri let out muffled screams behind the thick tendril pumping deeply inside of her mouth alongside the one burrowed within her core. Her obscene tits that were hanging low swayed about animatedly like the udders that they were, occasionally smacking into one another and adding to the cacophony of lewd noises filling Midoriya’s bedroom air. This was definitely far more extreme than she had been expecting from him, and you’re telling her that Izuku did this was other girls in the past?!
“God, it’s like the harder I thrust into your ass, the tighter you get with me, Nemuri,” Izuku said with a husky tone; Lust clearly driving him and his actions and mental state, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were getting aroused from being tied up like this!”
Nemuri could barely register any of Izuku’s comments at the moment, as her mind and body were too enraptured by the overwhelming stimulation she was being subjected to. Her body’s sensitivity was reaching a point where it felt like even her very nerves were coated with pleasure. She could feel her loins ache and burn with ecstasy as she felt a powerful climax beginning to build up within her. This was possibly the first time in her life that she had ever dealt with being fucked like this. Most of the time in the past, her partner could barely last enough to satisfy her, or if they did have the stamina, they could make her cum and would mainly focus on themselves. Or, in the case of her female lovers, she was using the ones taking the reigns in their session, or having lesbians/bisexual women talk a big game to her, only to fall short of her expectations. So to have a partner who not only knew what they were doing but could also keep up with her and make her feel amazing on top of that; was very refreshing to her. The sense of also being bound and helpless just made it even more arousing. All that was missing was Izuku putting blindfolds over her eyes to complete the whole image.
*SMACK*
Oh FUCK! Mmph, did she also neglect to mention that she was quickly loving the feelings of his slaps on her ass. Because the power behind them was enough to have her squirt hard off just that alone.
Amidst the assfucking, Izuku formed a hidden smirk as he created even more tendril from his whip quirk. This time, they were much smaller as traversed her body, wrapping around her hips before one of them found itself at her clit. While two more of the smaller tendrils started to wrap around and tease the woman’s nipples. The very instant it stimulated the erect nub, it sent Nemuri over the edge with yet another climax, causing her juice to spray all over the bedsheets underneath. Her legs started shaking, threatening to give out and collapse on itself. Nemuri would’ve collapsed onto the bed right then and there on the bed were it not for the fact of Black Whip’s makeshift chest harness holding her up and in place, along with Izuku still holding her up by her hair. It was all too much for her, too intense; so much to the point where she could already feel herself getting close to her climax, once again, already. It truly felt like was being treated like a toy in Izuku’s hands.
And she was loving every moment of it.
“Ngh,” Izuku could feel his cock throbbing spastically inside Nemuri’s ass, his own orgasm beginning to reach its peak as he got closer and closer. “Fuck… I can’t hold it in… any… longer.”
Izuku suddenly hunched forward, pressing himself against Nemuri’s back while wrapping both arms around her body, with a hand roughly grabbing one of her breasts. He started rutting her ass like a dog in heat, making it clear to the woman that he was getting close to his climax while having his Black Whip pump like hydraulic pistons in and out of her mouth and soaked cunt, all of which were also helping bring the lovely heroine to her own release as well. And at the rate it was going, she knew good and well that this was going to be a big one.
“Fuck… Nemuri, C-CUMMING!!!”
Izuku slammed his hips downward, burying himself balls deep inside of the woman and flooding her ass with his final load of spunk for the night. The feeling of her guts being filled with her student’s seed was enough to have the pleasure-addled Kayama hit her own orgasmic bliss as she squirted one final time all over herself and Izuku. The two lovers were currently basking in their own warmth and glow as they remained still in their position, looking like a pair of animal mates with how deeply lodged Izuku was inside of Nemuri. With the remaining excess of Izuku’s climax slowly seeping out Nemuri’s ass, the young adult pulled out and the two then collapsed on the bed. Both of whom were breathing heavily as they took the chance to catch their breaths. Nemuri weakly turned over to Izuku, looking at the verdette in his captivating eyes.
“That…” He tried to speak, “That was…”
“I know,” She uttered, “I’ve… I’ve never felt so satisfied like this before in my life. I was prepared to give you a wonderful little reward for everything you’ve done for me. And yet…” She took a moment to breathe, “You were able to make me squirt my brains out, twice! No one has ever managed to do that to me, ever !”
Izuku chuckled, “Guess there’s a first time for everything.”
Very slowly, the couple fixed their positions on the bed, with Izuku lying on his back and Nemuri coming up next to him. Only to blink and blush deeply as she felt Izuku snake his arm around her back and pull her in close to him. It took the woman a moment to process what happened before she smiled and snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest.
“And the first times, just keep coming,” She said, drawing a confused look from the younger man. “This is the first time I’ve done this; post-sex cuddling and aftercare, I mean.”
“Which I think is a shame,” If it was even possible, Izuku held her closer to his body, “Someone like you deserves to be held and appreciated like this.” He said, sincerely, making Nemuri’s cheeks burn as her heart fluttered a bit.
Gah, seriously, how could a boy this sweet exist?!
“Heh, y’know, it’s a shame I'm not any younger.” She said, “If I was, I would’ve jumped at the chance at having a relationship with you.” After all that he did for her in just this one night, it was unbelievable that this young man was somehow still single.
However, the next words from Izuku’s mouth, floor Nemuri, “Maybe we can give this a shot. You and me, I mean,” He clarified.
The woman looked up wide-eyed, “H-Huh…?”
“I admit, just like with a lot of boys in school, I’ve always had a crush on you, Nemuri. From the moment I entered UA, heck, even before that,” He revealed. “Sure, it might’ve been the Midnight persona I was crushing on at first. But after getting to know you throughout my time in UA, along with the war, and even tonight, where I got to know the real you, that’s the woman I truly fell in love with and want to start a relationship with. Not the R-Rated Heroine Midnight, but rather, the beautiful and mature Nemuri Kayama.”
By the time Izuku finished, Nemuri was reduced to tears, unable to make them stop as Izuku’s words filled her heart with joy. Years, she had waited for years to hear someone say that to her, to say they fell in love with her and not her heroic persona. And now, she was finally having that lifelong with finally coming true.
“Y-You know I’m fifteen years your senior, r-right…?” She told him.
“I know.” He replied simply, “And I don’t care.”
“I-I’m getting on in my years, and my beauty is slowly fading away,” She said, “You could have someone around your age, someone younger and prettier than a woman like me.”
“I don’t want anyone else, I want you, Nemuri,” Izuku smiled wholeheartedly.
The tears of happiness just continued to flow even harder, “Th-Then…” She gripped one of his hands, holding onto it tightly, “If you’re okay with me… yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
With that, the newly created couple shared a kiss as they pulled each other into a warm and loving embrace. Nothing else mattered to them as they enjoyed the other’s presence within this comforting silence. The entire time, Nemuri could only thank whatever god that finally answered her prayers in finding true love. For finding someone who truly loved her and not her pro-hero persona. She knew things wouldn’t be easy, what with the significant age gap, but as long as she had Izuku by her side, supporting and loving her. She could say with her whole chest that she was more than ready to deal with whatever trials came her way.
Guess this evening wasn’t so bad after all.