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Seeds To Create

Jirou panted as their lips broke apart. "Izuku." Her hot breath came out from the cold air. She pressed her forehead against his. Her fingers slid up his collar, one groomed his hair, droplets sprinkled off as her hand ran through. Her other hand played with the top button of his shirt, deciding whether or not to unbutton it.

Midoriya couldn't believe this was happening. "Kyouka, I-" He breathlessly whispered. He couldn't finish. Their bodies were so intimate and the taste of her breath lingered among the smell of rain. He held back a groan. His hands subconsciously hugged her tighter.

"Yeah?" She moaned, not caring for his response.

"Um..." He scrunched his eyebrows not knowing how to ask, not knowing if he should.

Kyouka playfully rolled her eyes. She clutched the locks of his hair and lowered his face down to her lips. She pushed herself off the wall and forced Izuku to walk backward, during their lip-locked affair. "It's your fault." She reached her goal, sliding open the door. She stepped inside, breaking the kiss only for a moment. She grabbed his collar and pulled him inside, crashing their lips together again. "You and that adorable, caring, supportive, nonsense, made me fall for you, so own up to it."

Deku nodded against the rosy warm lips that contradicted her cold skin. He took a few steps forward, making her go back. Her leg touched the edge of her bed. She smirked, feeling his hesitation. She had a firm grip on his neck. She fell back, dragging him on the bed, on top of her.

The cheerful squeak of the mattress springs resonated with her loving giggles.

Izuku was on his elbows staring down at the joyful voice. Her laughter slowed to a caring smile. She noticed his captivated face. "What's so funny?" Natural happiness in her words.

He shook his head. "No, nothing. I'm just really happy." He grinned. He clasped one hand on her cheek and tenderly rubbed his thumb over her skin. "I'm happy with you, Kyouka." He lingered his lips down.

"Me too." She whispered, right before their lips met.

They passionately continued their make-out session until the rain died down.

The phone on Jirou's desk kept vibrating, but she was too busy to answer it.

"She didn't answer again." Momo sighed. She lowered her studying glasses and stared out the window. "I hope she's fine, in this rain. She said she was going out." She glanced at her phone lock screen. A picture of her and Jirou in front of the school. "She's probably fine." She ignored her premonitions and went back to studying. "Kaminari asked such a ridiculous favor from me... but I-"

"I'm Jirou's friend." A window was open. "Yes, only Jirou's friend." A droplet landed on the lock screen.

Momo had decided to walk to school today. She didn't want her personal driver to take her for some reason. "Some fresh air is exactly what I need!" She placed her hands over her chest and nodded with a bounce.

She perked up. Down the street from her was, "Jirou!" She jogged to catch up to her friend.

"Hm, oh hey Momo!" Jirou sounded more upbeat than usual.

"I'm glad I ran into you, I don't usually walk, so it's great to meet a friend along the way, ne?" Her innocent voice was so pure.

"Yeah, it totally is," Jirou replied with a voice just as pure and her face in blank bliss. 'Momo must be protected.'

Momo fidgeted slightly but eased into the question. "So, you went somewhere this weekend, right? I know you said it wasn't a big deal, but I hope the rain didn't damper your plans."