I glanced at the clock and saw it was just after 3pm. Perfect timing to text Momo and confirm our dinner plans for this evening.
"Hey Momo, we're still on for 6:30 tonight right? Let me know if you want me to make a reservation somewhere or if you had a place in mind already. Looking forward to it!" I tapped send on my phone and grinned. It was kind of crazy juggling my relationships with both her and Nejire, but so far we'd worked out a pretty good system. Monday and Thursday nights were for me and Nejire, while Tuesdays and Fridays were set aside for me and Momo.
My phone buzzed with Momo's reply. "6:30 sounds great! Why don't we try that new fusion place downtown? I've heard great things about it. See you soon!"
Perfect. I quickly made a reservation for two under my name and then headed out to meet up with Ai at the cafe near campus. We had a lot to discuss regarding my upcoming internship and I wanted to get her input on my goals for the next few weeks.
I found Ai already seated at a booth when I arrived, notebook in hand and scrolling through her phone intently. Probably compiling data for our meeting, knowing her.
"Afternoon Ai, thanks for meeting me here," I said as I slid into the seat across from her.
"Of course, Izuku. I want to make sure we're strategizing your internship effectively. This is a prime opportunity to expand your brand and connections." Straight to business as usual.
I nodded. "Right. So I have a few key goals in mind over these next three weeks. First, improving my standing and relationship with the other top pros. Miruko already took an interest in me, so strengthening that bond will be crucial."
Ai scribbled some notes. "Yes, and you'll need to carefully curate your social media presence during the internship as well. I'm already working on content plans."
"Perfect. Second goal is to take advantage of some extra freedom to do recon on the League of Villains and dig up any intel I can. Third is just expanding my general knowledge base - learning all I can to increase my strategic advantage."
"All good objectives," Ai said. "And easy enough to integrate with your official internship activities."
"Exactly. There is one other thing I wanted to look into...the Hero Killer Stain."
At this, Ai looked up from her notebook, eyebrows raised. "That seems...unwise. The pros still haven't apprehended Stain yet. He's extremely dangerous."
I waved off her concern. "I'll be cautious, don't worry. But this could be a good opportunity to analyze his methods and motives firsthand. I won't take any unnecessary risks."
Ai still looked skeptical but she knew me well enough by now to know arguing was futile. "Just promise me you'll be smart about this, Izuku. Stain is not someone to underestimate."
"You know me, Ai. Careful and calculated is my middle name," I said with a grin.
That finally elicited a small smile from her. "Somehow I doubt that's on your birth certificate. But point taken."
We spent the next hour going over specifics - travel plans, balancing internship work with independent investigation, and tightening up my social media strategy. By the time we wrapped up I felt confident I was as prepared as possible for the upcoming three weeks.
I thanked Ai for her time and insight as always, then headed out to do some shopping before my dinner date with Momo. I wanted to bring her some luxe bath products from the boutique near campus. Might as well spoil my girlfriends, right?
Speaking of luxury, I couldn't wait to get my own off-campus apartment someday. Having to constantly sneak Nejire and Momo into my dorm room was getting old, not to mention the lack of privacy. Nejire in particular had a habit of getting...vocal. The comments on music loudness from my floor-mates the morning after her visits were getting harder to ignore.
Yeah, my own place was definitely on the horizon. A classy high-rise downtown, decked out in sleek modern style. Now that would be the life. But for now, I supposed I was stuck with good old Heights Alliance.
I realized I was standing in the boutique just grinning to myself. Focus, Izuku, I thought. You've got a hot date to get ready for. With my gift bag in hand, I headed back to the dorms to get changed and make sure I looked extra sharp for my dinner with Momo tonight. Three weeks of freedom and investigations were ahead of me, but first, a nice meal with my brilliant girlfriend.
I adjusted my tie in the mirror, making sure it sat perfectly straight against my crisp white shirt. The new cologne I'd picked up earlier wafted subtly - not too strong, just enough to make an impression. I ran a hand through my hair, taming a few unruly strands.
My phone buzzed on the dresser. Momo's name flashed on the screen.
"Hey Izuku, would you mind if we changed plans? I'm feeling pretty wiped from training today. Maybe we could order in and hang out in your room instead?"
I paused, considering. On one hand, I'd been looking forward to trying that new restaurant. On the other, a quiet night in did sound appealing. Plus, it meant more privacy...
"Sure thing, Momo. That sounds great actually. Any preference on food?"
Her reply came quickly. "How about that ramen place down the street? Their tonkotsu is amazing."
"Perfect. I'll place the order. See you in 30?"
"Can't wait :)"
I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. No need for formal wear tonight. I swapped the dress shoes for some comfortable slippers and grabbed my laptop. Might as well queue up a movie while we wait for the food.
A knock at my door about 20 minutes later revealed Momo, looking cozy in leggings and an oversized sweater. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders in silky waves.
"Hey you," I said, stepping back to let her in. "Food should be here soon."
Momo smiled, settling onto my bed and tucking her legs under her. "Thanks for being flexible about tonight. I know you were excited about that new place."
I shrugged, sitting down next to her. "This is nice too. Sometimes a low-key night is exactly what you need, you know?"
She nodded, then her gaze fell on the gift bag sitting on my desk. "What's that?"
Ah, right. I'd almost forgotten. "Oh, just a little something I picked up for you earlier. Here."
I handed her the bag, watching as she pulled out the assortment of fancy bath products. Her eyes lit up.
"Izuku! You didn't have to do this."
I grinned. "I wanted to. You've been working so hard lately, I figured you deserved some pampering."
Momo leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Thank you. You're sweet."
I was caught off guard when Momo leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. It was the first time she'd initiated a kiss, and for a moment I froze, surprised by her boldness. But then instinct took over and I returned the kiss, my hand coming up to cup her cheek.
The kiss deepened, growing more passionate as Momo's fingers tangled in my hair. I pulled her closer, all thoughts of food and movies forgotten. My heart raced as her tongue brushed against my lower lip, seeking entrance. I parted my lips, meeting her tongue with my own.
We fell back onto the bed, Momo on top of me as we continued to kiss feverishly. Her hands roamed over my chest while mine slid down to her hips. I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her leggings.
"Izuku," Momo breathed against my lips.
I flipped us over so I was on top, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Momo arched into me, a soft moan escaping her. My hands slipped under her sweater, caressing the smooth skin of her stomach.
We were so lost in each other that we didn't hear the knock at first. It wasn't until Bakugo's voice cut through our haze that we realized someone was at the door.
"Oi, Deku! Your food's here!"
Before we could react, the door swung open. Bakugo stood there, holding a bag of takeout. His eyes widened for a split second before a smirk spread across his face.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" He drawled, leaning against the doorframe.
I scrambled off Momo, who quickly sat up and straightened her sweater. My face felt hot, but I met Bakugo's gaze steadily.
"Ever heard of knocking, Kacchan?"
Bakugo's smirk widened. "I did knock, you were just too busy to hear it. Wait till I tell Auntie Inko about this."
"Go ahead. I'm sure Auntie Mitsuki will be thrilled to hear she might have some grandkids to spoil soon."
Bakugo's smirk faltered for a moment before he recovered. "Whatever, nerd. Here's your damn food." He tossed the bag onto my desk and turned to leave. "Use protection!" He called over his shoulder before slamming the door.
I stood up to lock the door and turned back to Momo, who was biting her lip to hold back laughter. "Well, that was..."
"Unexpected?" She finished, a giggle escaping.
I couldn't help but laugh too. "Yeah, definitely not how I planned for this evening to go."
"I don't know, I think it's been pretty great so far."
I grinned, leaning in to kiss her again. "Why don't we take it up a notch."
Momo's sweater comes off, revealing her smooth, bare skin underneath. She lets out a soft gasp as I use the fabric to bind her wrists together, pinning them above her head. I lean in, trailing kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips.
"Izuku," she whispers. "What are you doing?"
I smile against her skin, my hands exploring her body. "Just rewarding you for being such a good girl," I murmur, my voice low and teasing.
She shivers at my touch, her breath hitching as I trail my fingers down her sides. I can feel the heat radiating from her, the subtle tremble in her muscles as she responds to my touch. I take my time, tracing patterns on her skin, watching as her eyes flutter closed and her lips part in a silent moan.
"Hnn!" She cries out as I brush my fingers over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "S-Stop teasing me, Izuku."
I chuckle, my breath warm against her ear. "But I'm not teasing you, Momo. I'm just exploring every inch of you. Finding out what makes you squirm and what makes you beg for more."
She whimpers, her body arching into my touch as I trail my fingers higher, teasing the edge of her underwear. I can feel her growing dampness, the heat that's building between her legs. I lean in, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss as I slip my hand beneath the fabric, finding her slick and ready.
She moans into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine as I begin to stroke her, my touch light and teasing. I can feel her growing need, the way her hips lift to meet my hand, seeking more friction. I oblige, increasing the pressure, circling her clit with my thumb as I slide two fingers inside her.
"Izuku… please…" she pants, her words slurring together as pleasure overtakes her.
I smile, my touch growing more insistent as I begin to move lower, trailing kisses down her body. I can feel her trembling beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I explore her with my mouth and hands. I use a tiny bit of my bioelectricity, the slight tingle adding an extra layer of sensation to my touch.
She cries out, her body convulsing as I bring her to the edge, then pull back, only to start the process all over again. I can feel her building tension, the way her muscles clench around my fingers as she nears her peak.
"You're going to cum for me, Momo," I murmur. "Over and over again. Until you're a panting mess, begging me to stop."
I trail kisses lower, my mouth replacing my fingers as I begin to lick and suck at her sensitive flesh. She cries out, her body bucking beneath me as I bring her to the edge once more. I can feel her tension building, the way her muscles clench and her breath comes in ragged gasps.
"Cum for me, Momo," I murmur against her skin, my touch growing more insistent as I push her over the edge.
She screams my name, her body convulsing as she finds her release, the sound echoing through the room as she rides out her pleasure. I don't stop there, continuing to tease and pleasure her, bringing her to the edge again and again until she's a panting, sweaty mess beneath me.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms. I can feel her exhaustion, the way her muscles have gone limp and her breath has slowed. I pull back, releasing her wrists from their binding and gathering her into my arms.
"Good girl," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as she curls into my embrace. "You did so well."
She lets out a soft, contented sigh, her body melting into mine. The takeout containers sat forgotten on my desk, their contents long since cooled.
This was good. Better than good, really. I'd managed to give Momo a taste of what our relationship could be like, both emotionally and physically. The way she'd responded to my touch, the sounds she'd made... it was intoxicating. I wanted more, and I was pretty sure she did too.
Sure, I hadn't gotten off myself, but that was fine. This wasn't about immediate gratification. It was about laying the groundwork for something more lasting, more intense. I wanted Momo to crave my touch, to think of me when she was alone in her room at night. The more she associated me with pleasure, safety, and warmth, the less likely she'd be to get cold feet about our unconventional arrangement.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to relax. Tomorrow, hopefully my hero suit should be done and Sunday I'll be heading to Miruko. The only thing left on my list of things to do is have that conversation with Iida before he leaves for his internship.