What Girls Want

by Ulquiorra9000

A/N: minor lemons in this chapter to warm things up. then we get to the really good stuff.

Chapter 1: make the first move

"I still don't get it, Kacchan," Izuku said with a shrug as both boys shuffled into their first class for the new semester. "If we were gonna 'get lucky' in college, wouldn't that have happened in our first year?"

"You're not thinking like a champ, Deku," Bakugo said, and he roughly clapped a hand on Izuku's back. "Never give up! There's so many hot babes on campus, and we're eligible bachelors. You gonna let me down?"

Izuku sank into a seat near the back with Bakugo. "But our classes this semester aren't even interesting. What are we supposed to talk about with the girls? I don't even have any fun hobbies besides weight lifting."

"You'll think of something," Bakugo told him. "Or if you pay me enough, I'll think of something."

"Still panhandling? No wonder you keep slacking off on rent, Kacchan."

"You wanna fight, Deku?"

They stared each other down until Bakugo cracked a grin. "Just follow my lead, you limp noodle. This year, we'll go to all the good frat parties and camping trips. Nothing better to get the blood moving."

"If only my mom could hear this. She'd kick you right out the door."

Bakugo poked a finger into Izuku's chest. "But she ain't, and neither is my annoying hag mom! This is the spring break of our lives. You gonna spend it all on dusty books in the library? Are you?"

"At this rate, maybe."

Bakugo shook his head. "I'm like 95% sure that Ochaco girl is into you."

Izuku jolted and went red in the face. "Sh-she's just a friend!"

"Nah, she and that American girl, Melissa or whatever... they're eyein' you up, Deku. Ride the wave, and they'll ride you."

Izuku buried his face in his spare notebook. "Shut up!"

That was when Denki finally emerged, hurrying to take a seat on Izuku's other side.

"Stupid alarm clock," Denki panted. "It didn't go off."

"Yeah it did," Bakugo countered. "I heard it in your room this morning. Our apartment has stupidly thin walls."

Denki sighed. "Not a good start to our second year."

Bakugo snorted. "It's just a dumb Econ 201 class. Who cares if you almost missed it? We have a real problem here: Deku's all but given up on the ladies."

Denki gasped. "What! You fool, Izuku! For shame!"

"What are you, a poet?" Izuku mocked him.

Denki draped an arm across Midoriya's shoulders just as the professor arrived to start the lecture. "Keep the course, my man," Denki hissed into Izuku's ear. "This time next week, you'll be a new man in all the right ways."

Izuku pictured Ochaco's happy, innocent face and felt warm and fuzzy. She was one cool chick. If he could get somewhere with her, maybe take her out, have some alone time...

He nodded. "Lead the way."

He had no idea.

*o*o*o*o*

"That lecture was. So. Boring~!"

Himiko Toga stretched her arms as she and Ochaco and Mina emerged into the open, sunny air of campus with a bunch of other chattering students. She yawned.

Ochaco made a confused smile. "Uh, Himiko, I didn't see you anywhere in the lecture hall."

"That's how fucking lame it was! I could sense it from across the hall!"

"What were you even doing?" Mina asked. "Not that you missed much..."

Himiko grinned widely with those sharp teeth of hers. "Concocting some new plans, ladies. This is our time! Are you gonna grow old alone and bitter? Or get some action?"

Mina groaned. "Don't remind me! That last house party got really awkward when the freakin' police showed up!"

"Your friends creep me out," Ochaco admitted. "Do we have to go to another shady party? I got mentally undressed by every guy there! And by six girls!"

Himiko patted her friends on the back. "Relax, girls. This time, I'll play by your rules."

Ochaco hung her head with relief. "Thank goodness."

"So, Ochaco..." Himiko patted her head. "How's it goin' with that cute Izuku boy? Anything you wanna tell me?"

Ochaco blushed. "N-no, not really. I mean, we had fun at that Jenga tournament last week, but..."

Himiko blew a raspberry. "Why don't you play bingo at the senior center down the street? Come on, girl, you can't do this to yourself."

Ochaco toyed with the hem of her blouse. "B-but, um... I don't know where I stand with him. We're friends, but I wanna be... more. I think -"

"Why don't you just fuck him?"

Ochaco yelped. "Himiko!"

"Now that's an ice breaker," Mina teased her. "Come to think of it, Ochaco, Izuku is pretty studly. It's a shame he's always wearing a shirt. Don't you wanna see what's under it?"

"And what about you, princess?" Himiko patted Mina's head this time. "What base have you reached with Denki?"

Mina blushed too. "U-um... we kinda reached second base on our last date, but..."

Himiko snorted. "Look at these dry old ladies I hang out with. You're killing me! I might as well hang out with Momo!"

"Momo has a wonderful relationship with Iida," Ochaco pointed out. She gave two thumbs up. "She's so classy and elegant. Maybe I should ask her for advice."

"Rich girls don't know jack shit about getting dirty," Himiko said dismissively. "Trust me, you need to push yourself, Ochaco! And you too, Mina."

"Well..." Mina made an embarrassed giggle. "I feel like I wanna take the next step with Denki. What what should I do?"

Ochaco hastily clapped a hand over Mina's mouth. "Hey! Don't enable her! She's nuts!"

"Fine, let's compromise," Himiko offered. She stopped under a blossom tree and initiated a huddle. "Let's test the waters first and go at a speed you're more comfortable with. Then, if things are looking good..."

*o*o*o*o*

"Holy shit! Why won't you die?!" Bakugo roared as he and Denki fought to the bitter end, fists flying. Not for real, though. They were playing Denki's new copy of SEGA Street Tekken X, and Denki was a tough nut to crack.

Izuku was happy to just watch, scanning his Econ 201 notes on the couch while Bakugo tried in vain to kill Denki's ice ninja character on the TV. Their apartment didn't have much in it, but Denki made sure it included a leather couch, a shabby old TV stand and an expensive HDTV, and room for his PS4 and its games. It was another typical evening, no big deal.

But maybe that was the problem? Weren't college dudes supposed to bring home hot girls and have a good time? Or at least someone. It was just the three of them again, goofing off like they always did. This place was fine, and had fair rent. But that didn't fill the hole in Izuku's heart.

Ochaco...

"Whose phone is that?" Denki asked, eyes on the screen as he beat the stuffing out of Bakugo's character. Someone's phone had just chimed.

Izuku got his phone out of his pocket and found a text from Ochaco. His heart skipped a beat. No way! A pretty girl was texting him? Lucky lucky! He unlocked his phone.

I'm feeling kind of bored this evening, Izuku, the text said. Are you bored, too?

Izuku grinned and texted back. I'm ok. Just reviewing notes like the dull boy I am. How about u?

Ochaco responded pronto. Izuku, promise to keep this secret?

Keep what secret?

Ochaco took a minute to respond. I trust you as a friend. So could you tell me if I look good in this?

An image loaded.

Izuku nearly dropped his phone. "Whoa!"

Bakugo looked over his shoulder. "What?"

"N-nothing!" Izuku could have fried an egg on his face. On the screen, Ochaco sent a selfie from the waist-up... wearing a thin, lacy pink bra! Complete with a little bow between the cups!

Was he dreaming?

Izuku typed back with trembling fingers. Looking good, Ochaco! You're really pretty.

But he couldn't stop ogling at that image. Ochaco looked bashful but hopeful, and damn, her boobs really were pretty big... and she had fantastic curves, too. He'd never even seen her in a swimsuit before! Did he owe the gods something in return for this?

Ochaco responded after a few seconds. Thanks, Izuku. How about this?

Izuku clapped a hand over his mouth to hide his sudden gasp. This time, Ochaco was totally topless, using her arm to cover her... well, her nipples! Nothin' but skin! He felt his heart hammering eagerly in his chest, his eyes fixed on Ochaco's incredible curves, and her doll-like skin, and her coy brown eyes...

He hurried to set a pillow across his lap to keep things discreet.

"Dammit! You bastard!" Bakugo hollered as Denki's character knocked out his monk character.

"Can't beat the pro," Denki said loftily. "Play again?"

Bakugo pointed. "Deku! Avenge me! I can't play anymore with this cheater!"

Izuku jammed his phone into his pocket. "N-no, I can't."

"Yeah? Why not?"

"I... I sprained my thumb earlier. Sorry."

"Look, I can turn on a handicap," Denki offered.

"Fine." Bakugo picked up his controller.

Izuku felt his phone buzz and he eagerly checked out the screen.

It was Melissa Shield, a nice girl he met last year at the campus coffee shop.

Topless.

With a cowgirl hat and a seductive wink.

Izuku clapped both hands over his mouth to hide the noises he made. What the hell! Where did that come from?! He ogled at the screen. Melissa didn't bother to hide jack squat. She took her selfie from the waist up like Ochaco, but used her free hand to give the peace sign. Her boobs... they were a bit bigger than Ochaco's! They looked perfect! Were all American girls built like that? He couldn't tear his eyes from her generous curves or her perky nipples. It took a minute to realize that Melissa had texted him, too.

It said: how do you like this, honey? ;)

Izuku didn't even know how to respond. What... why... two in one day?!

Then Ochaco texted him something.

Topless! Like Melissa!

This time, Ochaco had a confident grin as she posed in her bedroom, and Izuku decided that Ochaco's rack was about the same size as Melissa's after all. They were perfect perky beauties! If Mineta saw this, he'd pass out from his nosebleeds and get rushed to the ER!

Good thing Izuku had the discreet pillow over his lap!

Izuku could barely keep his fingers straight to text back. I think this is the first time a girl sent me nudes.

You'll keep it between us, right? Ochaco hastily texted back.

I promise!

Thanks, Izuku. I'll see you tomorrow!

That was right when Melissa texted him back, this time in front of her full-length mirror, fully nude! Damn, she had curves like a goddess, with hips wider than an airplane's wingspan and legs a mile long. She had playfully tossed her wavy blonde hair back, her blue eyes sparkly as she struck a pose with a hand on her hips. There was just one tease... she had put a heart emoji over her crotch, and she texted I'll save something for later! ;)

Izuku felt like he could spend all night absorbing Melissa's perfect nude form. There she was, in her apartment's bedroom, her clothes in a neat pile behind her, looking like a damn model. Somewhere out there, maybe a block or two away, was one fucking hot, naked American girl. Hooray for foreign exchange programs!

But Ochaco... Izuku checked Ochaco's latest text and realized that Ochaco's adorable, wholesome girl next door air combined with her confidence in being topless was really something. She was giving him a peek into her most intimate world. Izuku hastily saved all those pictures to his phone and resolve to change his unlock code, just in case.

Maybe Bakugo really was on to something.

*o*o*o*o*

Ochaco's heart was still hammering as she fitted on her bra and slipped on her shirt, seated on the edge of her bed. This felt so weird. She exposed herself to a boy when she'd never done anything like that before. But... if Izuku really liked it, and he was honest that he found her beautiful...

Ochaco hummed happily to herself as she lay on her bed, hands folded behind her head. Izuku was all hers now...

*o*o*o*o*

"Well, someone's in a good mood," Itsuka Kendo noted as Melissa passed her in the hallway of their spacious apartment. Melissa had just finished her bath, and Itsuka was about to take her turn.

Melissa stopped. "Oh, not in particular..."

"You're grinning."

Melissa glanced away. "I... got an A on my test."

"This was the first day of class."

"Nothing!" Melissa blurted out, and hurried back to her bedroom and shut the door. That was a close one. Stupid nosy Itsuka... she and Kyoka Jiro never left anything alone. But there's no way they'd interfere with the special connection she had with the studly Izuku Midoriya! After sending an intimate photo like that, she had his heart in her hands.

You're all mine!