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Had Izuku become used to seeing them?
Yes.
Did they still transfix and excite him each time?
Also yes.
Mina quickly pulled her shirt back down with a giggle, glancing around to check if anyone else in the dorm hallway had seen her.
Izuku, meanwhile, was torn between admonishing her like Iida and dedicating his whole brain to remembering what he had just seen.
Moments ago, as he was walking back up to his dorm room, he had almost bumped into Mina.
To put it bluntly, he had been thinking about her boobs… again.
Not that he didn't think about other parts of the lovely and wonderful Ashido Mina, like her fluffy pink hair and ‘zappy’ yellow antennae, or her soul-gazing eyes with their deep black sclera.
And it wasn't just purely physical things that he thought about, there were other things! Like how she stuck up for him when their classmates teased him (though even Izuku could tell it had been in good fun), or how her fashion sense made his head spin with its confusingly cohesive riot of colors and patterns.
However, as he had ascended the stairs from the common room, Izuku had been thinking about her chest. Y'know, her mammaries. Her boobs. Tiddies. Breasts. Gazongas.
Because, there wasn't any way of saying it nicely: Mina had some really nice tits, and Izuku was the kind of guy that liked them.
So, when Izuku was climbing up the stairs and almost bumped into Mina coming down, she grinned like she could read his mind. Before he could sputter out an excuse, she had grabbed the bottom of the loose-fitting white and blue striped shirt and showed him that she wasn't wearing a bra today.
Izuku's mind had crashed, all processes except his heartbeat halted to oh look, boobs and also don't fucking scream.
It was only after she had pulled her shirt back down that he had been able to tear his gaze away, filing that particular memory and putting it with the others.
After all, this wasn't the first time he had seen her naked chest.
The first time had been an accident, when Mina had forgotten she was wearing her PE uniform and not her acid-proof hero costume, sliding past him like an anthropomorphised ball of strawberry bubblegum rolling downhill.
Though balls of strawberry bubblegum didn't usually scream ‘I fucking forgooooooot!’ like Mina had.
And then he kept seeing them, again and again, and less and less by accident.
“Heya, ‘zu~” She sing-songed, drawing him back to the present right as he started to recall all the other times she had flashed him, and he heard the flap-step of her sandals as she closed the distance.
“Um. Hi, Mina. Nice evening.” Izuku's gaze remained fixed to the light that illuminated the stairs, trying to look anywhere but her, because he knew his gaze wouldn't be able to stay with her eyes.
Izuku guiltily admitted to himself that he would stray, that his eyes would slowly sink down her round jaw and down her neck, slipping down her neckline until he was ogling her chest, searching for the subtle shadows that would give away her purple-pink nipples.
“It is~” Mina agreed. “Liked what you saw?”
He did, obviously, but equally obviously, he didn't want to admit it.
Even so, the thought of lying to his friends was also Not Right.
“Mmmrmrgh?”
Yup, that'll do, dumbass Deku .
Mina's giggle was melodic, and also right by his ear.
“Hey, Izuku, you should breathe, you know.”
Izuku nodded, letting go of the breath that had firmly refused to leave his lungs, and took in that slightly sweet-burnt smell that hung around Mina. Was it her acid, her choice of perfume? A pink shadow slipped into his peripheral vision and he glanced over to her face, catching her sympathetic smile before he dragged his gaze away before it could wander.
There was a huff from beside him - one loaded with so many different emotions that he couldn't even imagine being able to unpack them all - before he felt her smooth hand slip into his, fingers interlacing.
“You know, Izuku, for one of the smartest guys I've ever met, you're kind of a dummy about girls.”
Okay, ouch.
Mina wouldn't say that to just be mean, though. And Izuku was proven right as she continued to speak.
“Because, I don't mind you looking. In fact, I want you to.”
Hey, he had figured out that much at least! “Y-yeah, but… but it's dangerous for you to do that!”
“... okay, yeah, like that one time we were at the cafe? And the waiter came by right after?” Mina recalled excitedly.
Izuku didn't have to be reminded. She had dragged him out for a study session, flashed him deliberately, and of course no study got done with him that flustered. “Yes, like that! You were almost seen, Mina! You'd have been in so much trouble, and… and for what?”
“Well, it could be because I have some nice tiddies, and want to remind you?” She countered, her hands coming up to cup said rack and Izuku let out an unmanly noise as she squeezed .
“Then just come to my room and do that!” Izuku blurted out, before his eyes shot wide open as he realised what he had just said.
Mina let out a giddy shriek and pulled him towards his room.
“Okay! No take backs!”
Izuku, despite having the strength to lift buildings, found himself helplessly sucked into the maelstrom of Mina's mischief.
What have I done, a part of Izuku that sounded like Eraserhead groaned.
Kept Mina from getting indecent exposure charges , a much more amused part of him chimed in.
“W-wait, that's only a thing girlfriends and boyfriends do!” Or girlfriends and girlfriends!
She gave him a look. “Then I'm your girlfriend, and you're my boyfriend, duh.”
Izuku's door slammed shut behind them and Mina locked the door.
“Hey, new boyfriend~ How about you take off my shirt this time?”