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Chapter 2

A Overly Long Bargain

"What?" Izuku said, not sure if he heard Jirou's right.

"Just teach me and my b-b-boy-..." Jirou stuttered, seemingly having a hard time getting the simple word 'boyfriend' out of her mouth, "my friend, how you two make your relationship work out the way you do."

Even Izuku raised an eyebrow at this, he was a complete stammering mess when he first dated Nejire but he could at least say the word girlfriend in a conversation if he committed to it…after enough attempts of course. Only after a little push did he start to get more comfortable with it, but that's a story for another day.

Then his mind snapped back to the more important issues being presented to him, 'Someone just discovered my secret relationship with Nejire, which turned out to be my classmate Jirou, who found out through some method she has yet to tell and is also dating someone older than her, who now wants me to teach her how to keep a secret relationship secret after she just exposed my own.'

"You're throwing a lot of information at once that I need time to process."

"It's not that hard to understand! By the sound of you two last night, you guys have been at it for a while to the point of comfortable familiarity. Just show me how you keep it secret but effective."

"That's the thing, I'm currently comtemping how good we were actually concealing it."

"Now isn't the time to think about your volume control!"

"See, stuff like that! How do you know!?"

"Shh," Jirou hushed him, reminding him of the fact that he had neighbors and explaining why she was there in the morning would bring a lot of suspicion, "Can we skip that part?"

"...No! It's getting creepy how much specific details you're getting right about last night?"

"Well uh, you see…" As Jirou tried to speak, her face progressively turned more red. She couldn't maintain eye contact anymore, diverting her sight to the side and trying her best to not show how flustered she was becoming. Flustered she was, for her cheeks turned red and she began playing with her earphone jacks, poking the metal tips against each other while continuing to speak, "I used my quirk to um… ahem! Listen…...in."

"You-!"

Jirou quickly moved to silence Izuku again, clapping her hands over his mouth, "Seriously dude, work on your volume control."

Calmly pulling Jirou's hand off of his mouth, he asks, "For how long?"

"What?"

"How long did you listen in on us?"

"...a while."

"Define awhile."

After staying silent for a bit, Jirou diverted her sight again as she muttered, "Before you got started, till after it became clear what you two...were...doing….and a bit after."

"You heard us having s-"

"Yes, you don't have to say it!" Jirou hissed at him.

"Why did you listen for that long?" Izuku asked, the crimson on his face was beginning to match her's, "You could've confirmed whatever suspicion you had after the first couple of seconds."

"I wanted to but it was SO enticing to listen to."

"Ba-...wa-weh…..eh?" The boy's mind was in a jumble from what he was hearing, he had to be dreaming as this was in no way reality. He was a few seconds away from running his head through a wall to wake himself up.

"It was her moans, she sounded like she was getting it good!"

"I don't even know what to respond with, I'm stuck between flattered and creeped out," Izuku mumbled, flabbergasted was an understatement to what he was feeling. The best he can take from this was that he got confirmation his girlfriend wasn't faking it, that's one insecurity he didn't need to deal with.

"Well, you asked..." Jirou reminded him, making sure he didn't forget that being told this part was his idea to begin with. When one asks for honesty, they gotta be prepared for what that honesty can entail.

"I think this left me with even more questions."

"Are you kidding me? Like what? Actually no don't-"

"Like what were you doing the entire time you were listening in."

"What was I doing?"

"Like, were you throwing jacks?"

"Throwing jacks?"

"Right, that only applies to boys."

"What the hell are you talking about? What does playing with toys have to do with the conversation."

"Give me a minute."

Now confused more than ever due to her innocence, Jirou crossed her arms as she waited for the broccoli haired teen to figure out a way to pussyfoot around a word. Hypocrisy exists within everyone.

After a quick google search, he got a few, "Finger painting, visiting the safety deposit box?"

The punk rock girl shook her head, showing she still had no idea what he was implying.

"Just take in the situation and stop me when one of them finally hits you. Auditioning the finger puppets, womansplaining yourself, getting lost in the deep end, fanning the fur, playing the piano, jillin' off."

To help her, Izuku began doing a few gestures with his hand to give her a hint. As Jirou pondered over the information of the situation, her eyes began slightly widening.

"Checking the undercarriage, dialing the rotary phone, paddling the pink canoe, pet the bunny-"

"Oh my god!" Jirou shouted, covering her face but that couldn't stop showing how her entire body turned red, "What is wrong with you!?"

"What's wrong with me? You did what you did!" Izuku snapped back, "I'm just making sure there's not a puddle outside my doorway before someone sees- AHHH!"

As Izuku was finishing his sentence, Jirou couldn't take the eroticism of the conversation and decided to end it abruptly by doing her signature thing of shoving her earphone jack into someone's ear. Causing the hero-in-training to hit the ground with a thud and roll around in excruciating pain.

"Are you a idiot, like I'll be so shameless!" Jirou yelled looking at him, volume was no longer a concern for either of them. Not that they were good at it anyways.

Knock, knock, knock!

A knocking at the door, now panic can ensue.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jirou muttered under her breath, biting the nail on her thumb.

With his experience, Izuku immediately told Jirou to get under his desk and not make a sound, this wasn't his first time dealing with an unexpected guest when he had a female friend over. He rearranged his room, switching the position of his bed and desk, making it so that no one could see under his desk from the doorway. It was his go to spot to hide Nejire in, he even brought a desk skirt for extra coverage in case someone pulled what Jirou did and barged into his room.

As soon as Jirou was out of sight, Izuku opened the door to greet his visitor.

"Are you...ok?" asked Izuku's classmate Tokoyami, "I was walking by and heard a bunch of noise coming from your room."

"Ahhh, yeah, yes I am," Izuku calmly told him, he bent down to rub his foot as he explained, "I had my phone on playing videos while doing a few light workouts, you know how it is, auto-play eventually took me to this weird drama-show. I got distracted and rammed my foot against the bed frame. Sorry about the noise."

"Hmm, I hope you didn't break your foot, Aizawa might literally kill you if he found out you injured yourself outside of training."

"Yeah I know, I'm just going to sit down for a while as the pain subsides. Thanks for checking up on me," Izuku told his classmate, uttering one last comment before closing the door, "Sorry again for the noise."

Sigh

Another save.

"You can come out now," The boy said, looking back to his room.

When the punk rocker crawled out from under his desk, he noticed she had a peculiar object in hand. A bra, lingerie to be more specific. The black fabric of the base was complemented with a well designed pink lace, giving it that erotic theme, and the endowed breast that it was meant to contained eclipsed her hands as she held each pad in her palms. It was something Jirou could never wear, the sheer size of it intimidated her for a variety of reasons, that was the reason she looked down at it with such animosity.

"Let me guess, Nejire's?" she said with a gravelly voice, giving him a disdainful look.

Swiftly snatching it out of her hand, Izuku flusteredly answered, "Yes!"

"Mm, I'm not surprised you keep souvenirs of your secret escapades."

"She left it behind when she had to leave in a hurry, I keep reminding her to take it back but she always forgets."

"Of course big breasted bimbos are the type you reserved people chase after."

"N-no, I don't pay attention to that stuff!"

"You sure, cause you're often distracted whenever you talk to Momo in her hero costume."

"That's… different!"

"As different as your quirk is to All Might's," the punk rock girl replied, not holding back on being snarky, "Don't worry this is actually a good thing, if your relationship with Bluebo ever falls out you can date her, though she's smart so she might not be exactly your type but atleast its more accepted."

"...You're acting quite cruel to the person you're asking help from," Izuku told her in a more serious tone, he seemed to have stopped taking the jabs lightly when they crudely turned toward his girlfriend.

Seeing the steely look in his eyes striked Jirou, realizing she might've taken her snarkiness a bit too and went to quickly apologize.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just stressed," she told him, hurriedly taking out his phone and fiddling with it before showing it to Izuku, "A few weeks ago I was texting him and this happened. Start reading the conversation from his post."

Izuku complied despite still being annoyed from her earlier comments, the least he can do is see if this situation was actually important before deciding if he wanted to help. He looked at the first message he saw and read it outloud.

"I want to kiss your pretty little duckies?" he read in a befuddled voice.

"Ahh! Not that one, Not that one!" a panic Jirou squealed, quickly pulling the phone and the suggestive message out.

"What did he mean by duckies? Are those your pets?"

"N-no! Don't worry about it he was just being stupid and horny."

"Also, I get wanting to hide who you're texting in case something comes up from behind, but of all names why do you have him under Flirtatious Mr. T? That's making it obvious that you're texting some love interest."

"I-i had to make it cute at the time, don't ask."

"I'm actually still hung up about the duckies thing, what was that about being horny?"

"I said don't ask!...here!" Jirou stated, shoving the phone back in his face.

Grabbing her hand and moving it so that the phone will be in a more comfortable position, Izuku began reading the messages…..again, this time internally.

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:11PM -

Hey, you busy?

Jirou, 9:18PM -

No, I'm just playing cards with my classmates.

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:19PM -

Nevermind, you're having fun with friends.

Jirou, 9:22PM -

Nah, having fun is the least I'm doing, there's just a bunch of pointless screaming going on about the dumb game.

Jirou, 9:22PM -

What's the matter boo?

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:23PM -

I think we should end this thing we're doing

Jirou, 9:25PM -

What?

Jirou, 9:25PM -

Why!?

Jirou, 9:26PM -

We didn't move too fast! We only did heavy petting.

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:28PM -

I don't think we can make this work. We're already barely seeing each other because we're busy with our hero course, the free time we do have is usually spent apart since we can't meet in public and when we do get together we're often interrupted before long. It's to the point where we spend more time sneaking around to see each other then actually seeing one another. It's just a lot of risk for both of us to keep this up when we can't each other's company.

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:28PM -

We should probably break cups before this whole thing makes us turn bitter against each other or become destructive to our lives.

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:29PM -

Break ducks

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:29PM -

Soup!

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:29PM -

FUCK!

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:29PM -

*Up

Jirou, 9:30PM -

This is why I said get your autocorrect fix, I'm upset but can't stop laughing!

Jirou, 9:30PM -

How did ducks and soup get involved!?

Flirtatious Mr. T, 9:30PM -

I don't know :(

"What kind of phone does he have?" Izuku mumbled out loud.

Hearing this gave Jirou the implications of where he currently was, lowering her phone so she could explain the rest, "The rest is just me convincing him to give us time to figure things out and him not being sure. Luckily I've got him to hold off on the whole thing, at least until we spend some time looking for solutions to our little problems, till then we're 'on break'."

The punk rocker was sure to use air quotes on that phrase, rolling her eyes with annoyance before plumping herself onto Izuku's bed. With a sigh she made one last comment.

"Which leads to this situation. I needed help and sought you out because I had hard suspicions of what you were doing but wanted to confirm it first before asking."

"You shouldn't… sit there," warned Izuku.

"Why?" Jirou asked, resting a hand under her head to keep it up and pouting over her current predicament.

"I mean we… me and Nejire kinda, we did a lot of stuff on there and I haven't even aired out the room yet so you're just sitting all over our… essence soaked sheets."

"Thanks for reminding me what I'm not getting."

"Sorry, it just seems so unsanitary."

"Are you going to help me or not!?" Jirou shouted, tired of the banther.

"Ok, ok! I'll help out but-"

"Really!" cheered Jirou without waiting for him to finish, a rare bright smile appeared on her as she hopped off the bed. For a moment she looked like a grader schooler when their parents finally bought them candy at the cash register, "I sooooo owe you for this, whatever you want. Not literally though, I've read enough to know what kind of rabbit hole that can lead to."

'What kind of things do you read?' Izuku thought to himself before stating, "The issue is that it's kinda hard for me to explain most of what me and Nejire do, at least without leaving it too vague to the point where you're at risk of exposing yourself. It took a lot of trial and error for us to get it down and there's a lot of factors you can't prepare for, I don't wanna give advice that'll only work for us because of how we are that'll leave you guys in a situation that'll get you caught."

"What do we do then?" Jirou asked, her enthusiasm was quickly halted for a moment.

"The best way for you two to learn and increment it into your relationship is probably to see it for yourself in action to get all the little details," Izuku explained.

"You want us to have a double date?"

"Actually I was thinking about constructing a several part video series for us to watch and I'll coach you through all the questions you might have throughout but your idea works a lot better!"

"Ok," Jirou says with a clap, "So when we doing this and how?"

"I'll need to talk to Nejire first, since visually we'll look like a regular group, it shouldn't be a problem getting things arranged. I just need to know when you and your secret boyfriend will both be available so I can match it with mine and Nejire's schedules."

"That'll be easy, I'll send a text to him right now."

With a resolution and promise made, the two walked out of Izuku's room, chatting in a low but casual volume as they walked down the hallway.

"Dude, you don't have to walk out with me, not like I was an actual guest of yours."

"Yeah but you're a friend, and all friends are a guest to my hom, at the right time. Also I needed something to do while I air out my room."

"You just can't stop yourself from bringing up the action you got last night with your blue haired sweetheart while I'm here touch starved from my relationship," commented Jirou, taunting him while giving a judgemental side-eye, "Boys, at least take a shower after."

"That reminds me, are you ever going to tell me who this secret T guy is?"

"Nope, gonna have to wait because at least I'm capable of keeping what I do on the down low so no one see me coming, like how I discovered your little love affair."

She gave him a little nudge on his arm, both as a friendly gesture while also a tease at keeping him guessing.

"..."

"What? You still trying to find out-"

"Tamaki."

"HOW DID YOU KNOW!? Like wha- huh!? Where the fuck, fdsajfsdf!"

With a single word, Izuku fried her brain. Nejire always said he might end up doing that, but not to a different girl and definitely not vocally.

"Well him being a male third year, in the hero course, and T thing, which I took stood for his name, drastically narrowed it down. How many third year hero students whose names start with a T do you think we have, the entire hero course only accepts like forty-ish people a year."

"B-but I could have been dating any third year from a university whose hero course doesn't allow relationships."

"The fact that you have so much difficulty meeting up in public would mean that, for one you both go to UA since you're trying to get around UA's rule about dating upperclassmen and dating within the same course, and you two knew if anyone from either of your schools saw you guys together, they would instantly know you two were secretly dating because there was no other explanation and you didn't have a good excuse to tell. You two have similar hair color, you could've easily passed it off as being siblings or cousins or something beside hero students of different years. No one would know or be able to tell unless they knew both of you personally, which wouldn't be possible unless you both went to the same school."

"...How smart are you? That was so much information gained from very little hints."

"I can't take all the credit. Nejire noticed Tamaki was looking extra depressed recently and even said she thought she saw him around our dorm one time when she was sneaking in, that's probably at least what started your suspicions. Everything else came from logic from me and Nejire's relationship, plus bottle caps were really useful."

"Bottle caps?"

"Bottle caps."

"Wha-"

"You wouldn't get it."

"Fine, you caught me through your mysterious nerdy ways Ace Detective Midoriya."

"It's not a bad thing, if anything I'm happy it's him. He's a great guy and I think you two will be great with each other."

A streak of pink blush came across Jirou's face when Izuku said that.

"Gah- w-whatever dude. I'm just happy I get to keep him, I think he's an alright person."

"Yeah I can tell, you made things a lot longer and more complicated over him. He must've meant something if you took the worst possible way of asking for help ever just to keep being with him."

"H-hey! I wasn't thinking smart alright, I was too stressed and nervous about approaching you and your thing. I just decided to go in and see what happens, I'm just lucky I can say I don't regret it."

"Well-"

Both the students stopped dead when from around the corner, Aoyama appeared, carrying a plate of cheese and crackers. That was most likely going to be his pre-lunch snack.

They all stood quietly, eyeing one another. The pair was worried if they spoke too loud and the sparkling maybe-french classmate might've overheard.

Aoyama stared at both of them, a bit confused why they were here as he never saw them as people who'll hang out casually with each other. Then a certain scent invaded his nose, he did a few visibly obvious sniffs to examine it, it was musky but also strangely enticing. Any french person would know what it meant.

He eyed Izuku first, with his eloquent nose, he knew the smell was radiating off of him like nuclear waste. Mainly around his genitals, the culprit. He then quickly swapped his gaze at Jirou, she had the musk around her as well but it was so thin that he would even miss it if he didn't stop himself to examine Izuku's odor. It puzzled him how disconnected it was considering they both had the same musk, but he was sure of his conclusion because of one fact. Jirou's lower region also had a strong imprint of that smell, most specifically from her back to especially her ass. The accomplice and the method. Seeing as this was the floor where Izuku's room is located, that was the crime scene.

Not to mention the most damning evidence, Jirou's own words.

`H-hey! I wasn't thinking smart alright, I was too stressed and nervous about approaching you and your thing. I just decided to go in and see what happens, I'm just lucky I can say I don't regret it.

The blond's first reaction to this revelation was to raise an eyebrow at the fact of these two personalities being the ones to do this. Regardless, he found it wasn't his position or reason to judge or interfere, his only gripe was the sloppiness of it all.

Walking past them he mumbled a few words of ill-delivered advice.

"I can understand the passion of youth but you gotta learn how to keep it all contained, can't let that stuff reek out like that. I'm not one to judge but I'm sure you les amoureux don't want others to know how you go about it like wild beasts."

Now it was their time to be confused.

"The hell was he on about? The most I got out of it was that something reeked and something else about wild beast." Jirou asked, tilting her head in confusion, "I swear I never got that guy."

Izuku was the first to point out, "If his french lessons are correct, les amoureux means lovers?"

"Lovers? What does that have to do with smells and-"

They both stopped with their eyes widen, connecting all the parts and how Aoyama sniffed.

"D-does he think we…" Izuku shuttered, unable to finish the sentence from how flustered the realization made him.

"How-" Jirou was about to yell but stopped herself again, "Why does he think I was involved? I don't even smell….unless I…."

Without a second to lose, Jirou pressed a hand against the back fabric of her shorts before sniffing it. She had her answer, now she wanted to die because of it. She made a grand old mistake many have done, the floodgates of lewd thought had poured into her mind and nothing can be done to prevent it. Her years of mental envisioning through sound backstabbed her today, as it fused with her little listen-in from last night to give very vivid images.

Her body was completely red again as she shrieked in an unusually girlish voice, "Oh my god!"

Watching her, Izuku caught on as well, the best he could say was, "I-i did warn you not to sit on my bed."

"Oh my god!"

"On the bright side, it doesn't seem like he has any intention to ever mention it to anyone," Izuku stated, trying to assure her not to freak out and faint.

"He thinks we went at it like beast! D-doggy-style!" Jirou hissed but her voice cracked making her remark squeaky. She couldn't calm down no matter what was said, in her shame she placed her hands behind her as if it'll help stop the erotic smell from coming off her backside. Having others know you have sex is one thing but it becomes all the more worst when they can get a idea of what kind you do.

"Soooo, Imma go take a shower, you go and change your pants…. Actually change your whole outfit just to be safe, ok? Ooook text ya later," Izuku suggested before rushing back to his room to get his bathing supplies, seeing as the smell would mainly be coming from him, he thought it was best to go their separate ways for now.

A still traumatized and shocked Jirou didn't answer, she just walked off with the aim to get to her room with as little embarrassment as possible. The worst part about everything that just happened was how aroused she felt from the naughty thoughts, if the absorbent properties of her panties weren't there, there might've been a few drops of woman juice on the floor.

She's going to need a shower, a long shower to get over this.

THE END

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