Out of Place & Out of Sorts

Ch.18 - A Yen for these thoughts

Izuku was lying in bed with dragon-covered sheets, staring at the dragon-coated ceiling, post a cautious trip to the restroom involving a broomstick poking a toilet lid...

-He might've taken Eri and Ryukyu a bit too seriously, but one can never be too careful in Quirk filled world where sewer-dwelling crocodile men could easily exist... Or at least that's what he told himself.-

Izuku's mind wondered. Despite his efforts to focus on more mundane pursuits, Eri's room didn't help much.

It was hard to look around without seeing dragons; those winged reptiles were everywhere; there was even a big circular rug depicting two dragons circling each other in some intricate dance.

It was much like his room, with All-Might everywhere... except that Izuku didn't paint his favourite hero on the walls and ceiling—that would be a bit much, even for him.

Perhaps because of all this draconic imagery, Izuku started to think about Valiant again.

What Ryukyu had mentioned earlier about Eri sharing a bed with her parents had gotten to him; the boy's thoughts were consumed by how Valiant shared a bed with his Ryukyu.

The young hero couldn't help but wonder what that meant—or, perhaps more accurately, how far they went.

'...Has Valiant had sex?'

He wasn't jealous, no... Why would he be?

It's not like he was alone most of his life, whereas his other self has likely gone the whole nine yards with his girlfriend or anything.

It's also not like he was a teenage boy with hormones exploding at the seams... or anything.

Much to his dismay, most of Izuku's night had so far been spent not thinking about what being that intimate with Ryukyu would be like.

Or at least he was trying to...

Izuku pressed his palms into his eyes, his face flush from the imagery his mind was throwing at him.

How would she feel?

How would she sound?

He didn't like to think this way... thinking this way made him feel like Mineta, and he didn't want to be like Mineta.

'God, I need a distraction...'

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

The hormonally ashamed teen swivelled his head toward the bedroom door. "Um, hello?"

"Midoriya, I have clothes for you. I'm in a hurry, so I'll leave them at the door! If you have any problems, you can tell me later!" Ryukyu's rushed voice returned.