Nana was on Izuku just as the door slammed shut behind them, sealing them into the space that was theirs alone. Nana surged upwards, capturing Izuku's lips and swallowing his cry of surprise as her hands grabbed hungrily for his body.

After a moment of surprise, Izuku responded with passion just as strong as Nana's, swiftly pressing her back into the center of the room, making her stumble. Izuku's arm wrapped around Nana's waist, stabilizing her and pinning her to him at the same time, making her whimper under her breath as their tongues mixed and dueled in their mouths.

It was just what Nana had hoped for, as she watched Izuku finally feel comfortable enough in their linked minds to let out the desires he'd harbored for as long as he'd known Nana.

At least, until Nana yelped as Izuku's hands squeezed a little too tightly on her waist. It was an accident, and Nana barely felt anything more than a quick twinge of pain, but it was enough to send Izuku stumbling back away from her, panic in his eyes.

Waving his hands and blushing from embarrassment rather than desire, Izuku stammered, "Nana, I'm sorry!"

Nana stared at him in hollow confusion, her pupils slowly dilating as she caught her breath. Gradually, her arousal dimmed until it began to be replaced by irritation. "Why'd you stop?" she demanded.

Izuku looked at her, just as confused as she was. He replied, "Um, because I hurt you?"

"No, you didn't," Nana retorted, thoroughly frustrated.

Izuku protested, "I heard you!"

"Izuku, you did not hurt me," Nana said forcefully, stalking closer to him with a determined stride, "why are you so worried about that?"

Izuku seemed barely able to meet Nana's gaze. He hesitated again as Nana drew closer, trying to stammer in protest.

Eventually, he sighed, "I'm just...Nana, you know how easy it is for me to get carried away with you. I don't want to hurt you, especially if I-"

Before Izuku could finish, Nana put her open palm on his chest and shoved. The green-haired man flew back against the wall with a crash, the breath leaving his lungs in a rush as he choked mid-sentence.

Standing where he had stood just moments before, Nana glared at her boyfriend with dark eyes blazing with fury. She huffed, "So that's what this is. You're scared of letting your real feelings out."

"Scared of hurting you? Yes!" Izuku insisted as his breath returned in gasps.

Nana glared at him, and Izuku wisely stopped talking. He could read the look on her face well enough; it shone with frustration and desire and love and understanding all at once.

Marching up to her stupid, amazing, stupidly amazing boyfriend, Nana asked him, "Izuku, am I weak?"

Izuku looked at her like she'd asked him if the sky was yellow. "Of course not," he replied.

"Then why," Nana demanded as she jabbed him in the chest with a finger, "are you afraid of hurting me?"

Izuku was quiet then, as he finally understood what Nana was saying.

Grinning viciously, Nana continued, "I can take anything you've got, Izuku. Whatever you dish out, I can handle it, on the battlefield or in the bedroom. I'm not some fainting daisy you have to make sure won't shatter. I. Can. Take. It."

Izuku looked at her, his eyes wide...but Nana still saw hesitation in them. With a sigh, she decided to go all-out.

Nana leaned in close, pinning Izuku's wrists to the wall with her hands as her lips hovered over his ear. She could hear him gulp, feel the heat radiating from his body; she was less than half an inch from tasting his skin, and so every word felt like it was supercharged by lust, sending lightning through Izuku's veins.

Nana whispered huskily, "Izuku, I know better than anyone else in the world the power in your body. I know the way the air crackles when your eyes light up and promise victory. I've seen it, lived it, even...but I've never felt it. That's what I want, Izuku, for you to show me the strength you keep hidden, just below the surface. I want to bring out who you really are. Show me, Izuku."

Izuku's heart skipped a beat, and his self-control slipped a little more. He felt like he was losing his grip...and the worst part was, he wanted to let go. Nana was telling him the truth; she was more than capable of matching him in every way, and if he couldn't let go entirely with her…

He couldn't do it with anyone.

Nana saw Izuku teetering on the brink, and she smirked. Finally, she had him. All he needed was one last push.

Nana leaned in again, and asked seductively, "Come on, Izuku, you promised me you would try and take charge. Are you really gonna leave a girl hanging like that? I just need you to fuck me, babe."

As Nana opened her mouth to continue, Izuku's breathing deepened until he was practically panting. Nana's hand came up to trail temptingly down the side of his neck, her dark eyes shimmering with promise.

But before her fingers made contact with the pulsing, straining veins of Izuku's neck, his hand swung up from where she'd released it, grabbing her wrist and stopping her in her tracks. Nana froze in shock as Izuku yanked her closer, the sudden shift reminding her of the difference between their heights.

Then, Nana looked up and saw Izuku's eyes, and she was rooted in place. Her boyfriend's expressive green irises were practically glowing, though not with happiness or anger or any of the other emotions Nana had seen on his face before. No, Izuku's expression was filled with lust and desire and confidence that crashed over Nana in waves, pressing into her like it was a real, physical thing, stealing the breath from her lungs and the thoughts from her mind and replacing them with the aura of sheer power he radiated.

Izuku growled, "You're going to regret pushing so far."

Nana couldn't help the wide, hungry grin that crossed her face as heat pooled low in her belly, the link between them promising one hell of a night.

She cracked, "You know what? I don't think I will."

Izuku didn't respond out loud, but he didn't need to. His smile promised a thousand things all by itself.

Then he was surging forwards, and Nana realized that she might have bitten off more than she could chew, in the best way imaginable.

Smut begins!

Izuku pushed Nana back through the room, his hands on her hips sweeping her up off her feet until the backs of her knees struck the bed, and she fell heavily, landing on the mattress with a creak of bedsprings and a gasp.

Nana looked up into his eyes as Izuku loomed over her, and her breath caught in her throat. In Izuku's eyes was the most powerful look of desire and overpowering need she'd ever seen. In an instant, Nana understood that he couldn't stop himself now, that this was going to end with one, or more likely both, of them fucked into unconsciousness. She couldn't wait.

But before that, Nana wasn't going to let Izuku fulfill those fantasies that easily. After all, she was stubborn and strong and hated losing.

So even as Izuku's hands and body and lips pushed her down into the bed, roaming greedily over the lines of her figure, Nana pushed back, meeting Izuku with her own lust-fueled assault.

Clothes flew thick and fast as the two lovers tore at each other. Nana's shirt got yanked off so quickly she marveled that it didn't rip in half; Izuku's shirt nearly suffered that very fate, as Nana desperately tried to keep the endless flood of pleasure their link began to send through her from stealing the last dregs of her rational thought.

When Izuku's roving, nimble mouth began rapidly heading south across Nana's chest and abs, though, Nana realized that trying to stay sane was a losing battle.

Izuku kept Nana pinned to the bed with his strong hands, making her hiss as she tried to fight her way free to no avail. His hungry lips found her muscled torso and sensitive skin, making her groan and shudder as he kissed his way down and back up her body, his eyes glowing as he smirked.

The energy of the link was almost palpable now, a pulsing sea of heat that gave and took and gave in a tug of war between them; Nana could feel Izuku's presence bearing down on her mind as powerfully as his body bore down on hers. It was all she could do to not give in immediately and demand that Izuku satisfy the arousal in her center.

Izuku sensed her desperate struggle, and he grinned. "I thought you weren't just going to give me control, Nana," he teased, letting one hand drift lower onto her thigh, pulling her legs apart in a motion she barely resisted. He'd shifted her hands above her head, pinning both her wrists there with just one hand.

Nana fought off the wave of pleasure that the link magnified just from the feel of Izuku's strong hands on her thigh, his fingers just barely rubbing against her pussy. She gathered her strength and said through gritted teeth, "I haven't given you control."

Izuku's smirk grew wider; the cockiness and assertive nature that was shining through for him was making this even hotter for Nana. If she'd been paying attention to things other than the way her heart was pumping furiously and her skin was burning, Nana might have noticed something familiar about Izuku's smile; she might have realized that it was only because of her that Izuku knew how he could be strong and still be gentle and loving.

Izuku replied, "Really, Nana? Because it looks to me like you just want me to fuck you."

Nana tried to protest, but then Izuku's fingers gently stroked her still-covered center, and the pleasure coming through their link was too much; she moaned desperately, her breath coming in pants as Izuku lazily rubbed her most sensitive spots.

"F-fuck, that's good," Nana grunted, her thighs trembling as Izuku slowly pushed them back together, just long enough to yank down her shorts and panties in a single motion. As soon as Nana's legs opened again, Izuku went right back to fingering her, rapidly working her up as his finger pads stroked over her pussy lips and sensitive clit.

With Nana now fully naked, she knew that she had one last chance to retake control. Izuku stood back up, perhaps to admire the assertive, confident woman who was struggling to keep herself from moaning at his touch, and Nana lunged upwards.

She had just enough time to see Izuku's eyes go wide before she grabbed him and dragged him down onto the bed, the mattress creaking as she pinned him and quickly straddled his shocked face.

Now, Nana was smirking as she looked down to where Izuku lay underneath her, trapped between her powerful thighs. She crooned, "Oh, Izuku, just because you found some guts doesn't mean you can automatically handle me -ohhhhhh…"

While Nana was in mid-sentence, still gloating, Izuku had a wicked idea. Grabbing his girlfriend by the hips, he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue up and against her dripping pussy, lapping at it hungrily while his grip held her in place.

Nana's eyes went wide as she felt Izuku's tongue flick her clit, the pleasure rebounding across their link half a dozen times and making her knees feel weak. She yelped, "W-wait, I was gonna make you do that!"

Izuku's mouth was otherwise occupied tracing complex patterns across Nana's soaking-wet pussy that were making her whole body shake and bounce as she tried desperately to either get away or encourage Izuku, she wasn't really sure which. Even so, his response was still loud and clear; he gripped Nana's waist even harder, pushing her down against his mouth so hard that his tongue was able to slowly but surely work its way into her depths, making Nana's jaw drop as her body began to move on autopilot, her hips rolling back and forth as she ground her pussy against Izuku's glorious tongue. Her breath came in gasps and pants punctuated by occasional swears as her hands worked their way into Izuku's scalp, grabbing at his hair as she clung for dear life.

Nana wasn't even sure who was in control anymore, but she didn't care. She could feel her orgasm starting to build, a rapidly-intensifying storm of pleasure swirling inside her that was sure to leave both her and Izuku with an unforgettable night.

Izuku's tongue endlessly worked at Nana's pussy, overwhelming her with pleasure, leaving her barely coherent as her body bucked and shuddered with every teasing caress of her clit.

At last, Nana could feel herself teetering on the edge, her concerns totally swept aside by the link's constant rebounding of every touch and sensation. Right as she felt the spring in her belly about to snap, though, Izuku instantly withdrew his tongue and grip, swiftly clamping back down on the link, leaving Nana just barely unable to cum, and very annoyed.

Her short hair sticking out crazily around her red-flushed face, she demanded, "Why the fuck did you stop? I was right there!"

Izuku smirked from underneath her as he replied, "Because, Nana, I'm not done with you yet."

Nana snorted, "Oh, you mean I'm not done with you yet."

Izuku countered, "I'm sorry, did you think you were setting the pace there?"

Nana blushed a little as she recalled Izuku surprising her with his nimble tongue, but she quickly suppressed it in favor of responding, "I was on top, wasn't I?"

Izuku's eyes shone with amusement, but his expression seemed a little frustrated at the same time. Nana could feel the lust coming off of him, and she couldn't help the way she shivered in anticipation, knowing that Izuku wasn't going to hold back.

Izuku decided, "Alright, Nana. If you're so certain you can keep control... let's see if you can."

Nana's eyes went wide as Izuku moved, grabbing her and dragging her along as he rose off the bed. Nana felt his lips slam against hers as their momentum carried them backwards, until Nana felt them hit the wall again.

Pulling away from Izuku as his hands grabbed roughly for her tits, pulling and groping in ways that made Nana crave more, she cracked, "We really need to stop slamming into walls, Izuku. What are the others gonna think?"

"I don't know," Izuku growled as he made Nana moan with a particularly harsh tug on her nipple, "maybe that you desperately need someone to fuck some of the cockiness out of you?"

Nana's grin only grew, and she gave as good as she got, her nails leaving deep marks across Izuku's body as she kissed him back. Her whole body seemed so hot she was practically burning, but the feel of Izuku's cock pressing against her as he finally stripped was especially distracting.

Nana scoffed, "Please, my cockiness can't be fucked out."

In a low, deep voice that dripped with promises, Izuku replied, "We'll ser about that."

Then, without warning, he grabbed Nana by the shoulders, making the breath leave her body as she found herself suddenly flipped around until her body was pressed hard up against the wall. She gasped as her tits were squished against her chest by the force of Izuku's insistent hands, arching her back as he spread her legs.

Nana's eyes went wide as she felt her pussy being spread open; at last, she realized what Izuku's plan was. Arousal stormed through her veins as Izuku pressed buttons Nana had barely known she had, and she groaned, "Oh, fuck, yes! Fucking ruin me!"

Izuku smiled tenderly as he finally pushed into Nana's pussy, her warm, familiar depths quickly wrapping around his cock. Nana whimpered as she stretched to take him, Izuku's cock setting every nerve in her pussy alight as he filled her utterly.

"God, I love this," Nana thought as Izuku gripped her by the waist and hair, slamming her roughly against the wall as he began to thrust.

Izuku didn't bother with gentle thrusts or slow, easy lovemaking; he knew Nana wanted him to take control, so that was exactly what he did. Nana responded eagerly and happily as he started pounding her furiously, his cock plowing into her with abandon and enough power to make her whole body shake as he ravaged her.

Nana stopped trying to fight the pleasure after a few moments; she knew now that she could never reclaim control, not when Izuku's cock seemed to be knocking against her cervix, impossibly deep inside her. Instead, she let the sensation of Izuku's cock slamming again and again into her soaking pussy wash over her. Nana relished every feeling Izuku gave her, from the way he felt inside her, to the way his hands grabbed roughly at her body, to the way he tugged at her hair, to the way her sensitive nipples felt as Izuku sent her upper body bumping against the wall and pressed her tits into the unforgiving drywall. Everything joined into one massive, uninterrupted stream of pleasure that filled Nana's brain and rapidly brought her back to the heights of ecstasy Izuku had gotten so good at bringing her to. The link made everything ten times more powerful, letting Izuku into her mind as much as her body as he overpowered her with his sheer force of will, making her his in every way.

Pleasure totally overwhelming her last dregs of self-restraint, Nana felt her lips part, and she moaned shamelessly, "F-fuck yes…Fuck me, Izuku! Fucking RUIN me! Make me yours!"

Izuku just growled hungrily, his own mind just as lost in the pleasure as Nana's. He may have been treating Nana roughly, but everything he did to her, he did out of love; he met her challenge, gave her everything he had, knowing she could take it. Lust and love raged through his veins as he watched Nana's supple, defined body twist and shake with pleasure thanks to him; he couldn't help but lean forwards until his mouth was against her neck, where he bit just hard enough to bruise. Soon, Nana had been marked unmistakably, the blossoming hickey forming on her neck a sign of just what Izuku was capable of when they drove each other wild.

Neither of them knew how long they lasted, but it couldn't have been long; Izuku took Nana fiercely and powerfully, ramming into her and plowing her into the wall until neither of them could think anymore. All they could think of was pleasure, driven by the feedback loop that turned every touch into a wildfire, every stroke of Izuku's cock into a bolt of lightning shooting straight through them.

As they approached their limit, a cliff they both knew there was no coming back from, Izuku grabbed for Nana one last time, his arms wrapping around her body. All the strength had gone out of her limbs; she squealed and cried out anyway as Izuku hauled her upright, taking away all the space she had left until he was plowing into her from below and behind, her body fully against the wall. Nana's back was against Izuku's chest, and his arms, wrapped around her chest in a bear hug, squeezed her tits between them as the pleasure became too much and they finally came.

Nana's eyes rolled back in her head as she came apart, her body shaking and tensing in a wordless cry of ecstasy. Simultaneously, Izuku felt her sink down around his cock one last time, and climaxed as well, his face buried in Nana's neck as he filled her womb with cum.

In their moment of bliss, neither of them noticed the sparks of power that leaped from both of their bodies, or the way that green lightning ran down Izuku's arms and into Nana's body, where it turned purple, or the purple lightning that traveled from Nana's body to Izuku's and did the reverse. Maybe they wouldn't have thought anything of it if they had.

As it always did, the feedback loop turned a human sensation into something that overwhelmed the couple's brains until they could take no more; Nana and Izuku were more experienced than they had been the first time they'd felt this, though, and though they knew they couldn't stop themselves from collapsing, Izuku managed to stagger onto the bed before they passed out, pulling out of Nana's utterly stuffed pussy and dragging her close to him.

As the darkness claimed her, too, Nana's last thought was, "I've created a monster, haven't I? I love it."

And then she was unconscious, too, wiped out by pleasure so intense it overloaded her brain.

She'd be back in an hour or two, though, thanks to her and her boyfriend's rapid increases in stamina, and then…

And then, Nana fully intended to take advantage of accidentally turning her boyfriend into a dom.

Hey, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, right?

Smut over

Katsuki walked into the common room, already regretting his decisions, but knowing that there was really only one way to satisfy the suspicions that had taken over his mind.

As much as he told himself that this was him being heroic, trying to investigate a risk to him and to people he still struggled to admit were his friends, part of him always wondered if Kirishima was right, and this was all just him being bitter about Shimura beating him.

He didn't think he was doing this out of bitterness, but Katsuki didn't really trust his own assessment of his motives that much anymore. He'd grown too much to not understand that being able to justify how shitty he'd been just a year or two ago was a pretty big strike against his thought processes.

That was part of why he wanted to do this, he supposed. If he could convince this person that he was onto something, maybe he could convince himself.

At last, Katsuki spotted the person he was looking for. As he swiftly crossed the room, he saw their eyes slowly widen as they realized Katsuki was headed for them, and then harden.

She'd never liked him, Katsuki knew, and she was probably right not to. God knows he'd been shitty enough to her and especially her friends.

That made it harder to talk to her, especially since she was easily one of the people in the class Katsuki had the most wariness of. Sure, her quirk wasn't the strongest by itself, but…well, if quirks were everything, maybe Katsuki wouldn't be such a shitty person.

At last, Katsuki reached her. Her eyes seemed to rip through him, the suspicion and open hostility in her gaze mounting as she seemingly braced for a fight.

Katsuki sat down heavily opposite her, trying to find the right words. He began, "Round Cheeks-"

"What do you want, Bakugo?" Ochako demanded flatly, her voice stopping just short of venomous.

For a heartbeat, Katsuki felt his own fury rising to meet her tone, but he wrestled it back down. He supposed that that was better than starting a fight.

Instead, he took a deep breath, wanting to get this whole "respect" thing right. He corrected, "Uraraka. Can I ask you something?"

Ochako's eyes narrowed even more, but her voice still remained flat and eerily emotionless as she replied, "What do you want?"

Katsuki said, "It's about Deku."

Instantly, Ochako's surprisingly stable poker face fell away. Instead, she wore a disgusted, angry expression, filled with righteous, protective fury. She snapped, "Then I don't have anything to say to you. I think you've said enough to him."

Katsuki suppressed a flinch. Deku couldn't have told her, right? Sure, it was what Katsuki deserved, but Deku hadn't shared it widely…except with Shimura, apparently. Seriously, how had Deku told her, but not his closest friends?

Guilt filling his heart, Katsuki asked, "Has he told you about…what we were like, back then?"

Ochako's scowl only deepened. She told him, "I don't need him to, Bakugo. I'm not stupid, and I'm not blind, either. He used to flinch every time you looked at him, you know. Plus, you seemed to hate him more than anyone else in the class. I can put the pieces together well enough…and I don't like what I come up with very much."

This time, Katsuki really did flinch, as Ochako's flinty gaze tore through everything he'd ever tried to hide; for a second, he felt like that shitty kid again, like he would never be anything more than that kid, who'd seen kindness and thought it was mockery. But then…he remembered Shimura telling him that he could be more, and he wondered.

"I fucking hate this," Katsuki grumbled to himself. He knew this whole "being better" thing was going to suck, but this was worse than he'd expected.

"Well?" Ochako demanded, "you gonna say something?"

Katsuki snapped, "What is there to say? Yeah, I was a piece of shit when I was younger. Yeah, I did shit I'm not proud of."

Oddly, Katsuki realized that he felt…lighter now that he had admitted it to somebody. Maybe this was going to actually help.

Ochako rolled her eyes and muttered, "You say that like you've changed."

That...stung more than Katsuki had expected, but it only reminded him that he had a lot to make up for.

"Look," he said, doing his best to keep his temper under control, "you can tear me apart all you want later, alright? I just want to ask you a damn question."

"And I still don't see why I need to help you do anything," Ochako retorted, crossing her arms.

Katsuki replied, "Look, I just want to know if you've noticed anything weird about Deku's fucking girlfriend, dammit!"

Ochako fell quiet for a moment, staring Katsuki right in the face. He tried to pour his sincerity into his eyes, hoping to convince Ochako that he was being honest.

It didn't work. Ochako huffed, "So that's what this is about. You can't admit that you lost fair and square, so now you're trying to act like she cheated somehow."

"That's not what I'm doing!" Katsuki insisted.

"Bullshit," Ochako replied, her expression hardening even more, "this conversation is over, Bakugo. Grow up."

The brown-haired girl stood and began to walk away, leaving Katsuki watching helplessly. That is, until he prepared his last bit of proof.

The paper crinkled as he pulled it from his pocket; the sound made Ochako slow, wondering what the blonde boy was doing.

Holding out a printed version of the article he and Kirishima had found, Katsuki said simply, "I found this, Uraraka."

Ochako glared at him, then at the paper. Suddenly, she snatched it out of his hand, yanking it towards her as she began to read. About halfway down the page, her eyes had gone wide, and Katsuki began to hope that she might actually be putting the pieces together.

When Ochako had read the short article, she looked up at Katsuki and demanded, "What the hell is this? What's going on?"

"It gets weirder," Katsuki added, his voice empty of bravado or venom, "look at the date."

Ochako's eyes flew back to the page, until she saw that the article was thirty years old. When she looked Katsuki in the face, he found himself rooted to the ground by the look in her eyes.

"If this is a trick-" Ochako warned him, her voice filled with ice.

"It's not a trick," Katsuki promised, "I'm just as confused as you are."

"So you've got no idea what's going on, or why Shimura apparently died thirty years ago?" Ochako asked.

For a second, Katsuki hesitated, wondering if he should tell Ochako his suspicions about what Shimura actually was. But if he did that…she might wonder why Shimura had attached herself to Deku specifically. And Katsuki's best guess for that was something to do with One For All, and that was not something he intended on sharing. He'd fucked enough things up without sharing a secret that didn't belong to him.

Instead, Katsuki just slowly shook his head, adding, "If I did, I wouldn't be asking you."

He saw the dilemma on Ochako's face then, the war between the part of her that wanted to let her friends be happy and the part that knew all too well the risks of things that didn't add up.

"What do you plan to do?" she demanded suspiciously.

Katsuki raised his hands in a helpless shrug. "I'm not sure yet," he admitted, "I just want to know what's going on."

"And if it's nothing, and you're just being paranoid and bitter and hurting people for no reason?" Ochako asked pointedly, "because Shimura's my friend, too, and I don't want you messing with her business because your ego can't handle getting your ass kicked."

Katsuki met her stare, and replied quietly, "Then I fucked up and hurt people because of my own shitty attitude. It's not like I've never done that before."

Ochako didn't quite seem sure what to make of that answer. With one last sigh, she told him, "There's been a few times when Shimura's said some…strange things. It's almost like she's skipped decades of heroics and pop culture. I assumed she was just really sheltered, but…maybe it's something else."

Katsuki felt a chill ripple down his spine. It wasn't much, and it only really confirmed what he already suspected…but still.

"Thanks," he said through teeth that were only a little gritted.

Ochako's gaze wasn't kind; it probably never would be. She was just too protective and too caring, for people Katsuki had hurt too much. He knew that she'd never like him.

Then again, that was fine. Katsuki wasn't exactly very likable.

Ochako said, "If you hurt either of them any more, I will personally fling you into the sun."

Katsuki shoved his hands into his pockets, and nodded once. Then, he walked away, wondering what his next step should be.

Behind him, Ochako watched him leave. Her own mind spun with suspicions and curiosities, as pieces that had once made no sense suddenly fit together perfectly.

Even so, she didn't particularly want to keep digging. So what if Nana Shimura wasn't quite what she seemed? She made Deku happy, and that was good enough for Ochako. So for now, she'd leave them be, no matter how her own suspicions had now been awakened.

She owed her friends the benefit of the doubt, at very least.