Two to One (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader x Izuku Midoriya)

Chapter 15: Spilled Milk

"You're WHAT?!"

Hana gaped back at (Y/n), trying to ensure she heard her correctly. (Y/n) smiled sadly at Hana.

"I just... got an opportunity elsewhere...," she attempted to be vague. Hana didn't look convinced.

"Please don't tell me you're starting an Only Fans."

(Y/n) gawked. "No–! And even if I was...," she made a face at Hana. Hana tutted.

"Please don't tell me you're starting an Only Fans without me," she repeated, now laughing. The morning rush shift had slowed down to a nonexistent teeter. (Y/n) smiled at Hana's comment as she cleaned one of the tables in the dining area of the quaint restaurant. Hana groaned, leaning back with her elbows on the countertop, her head tilting toward the ceiling.

"What am I gonna do without you here?!" Hana groaned at her best friend. (Y/n) announced that she put her two weeks in yesterday when Hana was off. Their manager flipped her shit, but Hana argued that she had it coming and that (Y/n) quitting should be the least of her worries. (Y/n) shrugged.

"I dunno. I'll still stop by for some lattes. Give you guys some business with my big Only Fans money."

Hana shook her head. "I'm gonna put my two weeks in tomorrow. Or I might just dip after today and not come back." Hana's curls bounced as she turned to check to make sure their manager was in the café backroom. Deep in the café backroom.

"You should stay for the chance of running into Shoto," (Y/n) recommended, leaning on her elbows on the cashier counter. Katsuki and Izuku had been frequenting their café much more often lately, and she and Hana kid that it was only a matter of time before word of Sato's traveled to Pro Hero Shoto. However, Hana still shook her head.

"What do you mean? We're married. I see him every night. Work is my chance to get away from him!" She gave (Y/n) a coy smile. (Y/n) rolled her eyes, grinning, smacking Hana's arm with a small hand towel.

"Shut up!"

***

Izuku and Katsuki threw themselves headfirst into their work, and (Y/n) shouldn't have been surprised. It's not like she expected things to change after she finally had sex, but she couldn't help but feel as though the experience wasn't as life-changing as it was all made out to be.

What was that feeling? That persistent nudging tug in the depths of her mind and gut, telling her that something more should be happening now, either between her, Izuku, and Katsuki or in her life? Disappointment? She lost her virginity to one of the most famous pro heroes in Japan, and the experience wasn't anything less than euphoric. What was there to be disappointed about?

Maybe how neither Izuku nor Katsuki recognized (Y/n)'s perceived loss of innocence. (Y/n) considered bitterly whether there was even any innocence to 'lose', and why would having sex make her any less innocent? Was she dirty now? No, no. That's not it. (Y/n) didn't expect the heroes to celebrate or anything of that nature. That'd be rather disturbing. What was she expecting, though? Nothing ultimately changed after the intercourse. Not herself, not really. Not Katsuki. Not Izuku. What the hell even was virginity?

Did she want them to change? What more did she want to come from that experience?

"Izuku?" She called, sitting on the couch one night. It was late; Izuku had just gotten home from a 16-hour shift. (Y/n) never really knew if he and Katsuki chose to work that long willingly – their hours seemed flexible – but she did notice that Katsuki seemed to know his limits and take scheduled breaks throughout the day. She couldn't say the same about Izuku.