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Sometimes, on very rare occasions, the 1-A girls in Heights Alliance were allowed to be teenagers again. The fate of the world didn’t rest on getting the right kinds of snacks; people wouldn’t live or die if they couldn’t agree on a movie to watch, and nobody needed to push themselves “beyond plus ultra” to spend the night gossiping about boys after a few not-so-legal drinks. Again, it was very rare, but once the slumber party began, all the girls lost themselves in it.
“Are you sure you didn’t have these since you were four?” Mina giggled, teasingly pointing at the teddy bears all over Ochaco’s pink pajamas. “I think I outgrew clothes like those the same day I outgrew my training bra.”
“I like them…” Ochaco pressed her pointer fingers together like an anxious child, drawing her knees to her chest. The girls were all gathered on the floor in Momo’s bedroom, sleeping bags laid out, with bowls of half-eaten snacks precariously balanced on pillows.
“Don’t listen to her.” Tsuyu wrapped an arm around Ochaco’s shoulders. “Not all of us feel the need to flaunt what we have.”
“When you have what I have, it’s a necessity,” Mina giggled, her white and pink babydoll barely covering her dark pink nipples and white thong. “And I was just teasing, Ochaco. You look great. You too, Tsu.”
“Thanks!” Tsuyu perked up, her light green nightgown bunched up around her knees. “I like stuff that makes me feel comfortable.”
“Oh, I totally agree,” Toru’s voice piped up, a small ident in a sleep bag moving.
“Shush,” Tsuyu snickered, giving the air a playful push. “You make all of us look like nuns.”
“I’m not sure they’d ever let Momo into a monastery looking like that,” Toru said.
“Qu-quiet,” Momo mumbled, her large chest threatening to snap her black lingerie. Or rather, Mina’s black lingerie. “Mina told me this is normal for slumber parties.”
“You’ve really never been to one of these?” Ochaco asked, cocking her head to the side. “When I was growing up, we had these at least once a month. Especially on study nights.”
“I had tutors,” Momo pouted. “I feel ridiculous. I might change.”
“No!” Kyoka sputtered, drawing everyone’s eyes. The girl receded into her oversized t-shirt, then cleared her throat loudly, adding, “I mean, you don’t need to; I don’t think anyone minds.”
Both Momo and Kyoka were blushing. The other girls suppressed the urge to roll their eyes; it was an open secret that the two had started dating months ago, but their friends decided to let them announce it when they were ready. But given how Mineta would drool over the idea, nobody could blame the happy couple for keeping it between themselves.
“Well…” Mina started, “Who are we down to, now?”
“Izuku and Shoto,” Toru smiled. “Looks like your man is still in the running, Ochaco.”
Ochaco just blushed.
“I dunno,” Mina mumbled, cocking her head to the side like a pink labrador. “I think Shoto would be the better fuck. He’s got that whole aura of mystery in public, but I bet he goes wild in the sheets.”
“Do you have to swear?” Momo asked.
“Oh, fuck!” Mina gasped, “I fucking forgot that fuck fucks you the fuck up.”
“Mina!” Kyoka snapped.
“Sorry, sorry,” Mina sighed, “I just get really excited when we talk about shi—stuff like this.”
“I agree with Mina’s earlier point,” Toru said. “Shoto is more dangerous. Me like.”
“Are we really going to write off Ochaco’s boyfriend in front of her?” Tsuyu asked.
“What do you think, then?” Mina crossed her arms over her chest.
“I, uh…” Tsuyu muttered something about abstaining.
“I’ll abstain too,” Momo said.
“Same,” Kyoka followed suit. “But I’d probably say Shoto too.”
“What’s wrong with Izuku?” Ochaco asked.
“He’s a little too… vanilla…” Toru said.
“He’s nice,” Tsuyu added, “but sometimes we need a little danger, y’know?”
“Danger…” Ochako whispered, nodding solemnly, before standing.
Immediately, the group began apologizing, but Ochaco held up her hand to silence them. Picking her phone off the nightstand, everyone stayed quiet as she began tapping the screen. After a few moments, they heard a notification buzz, and then Ochaco smiled.
“What was that?” Kyoka asked.
“He’s coming over,” Ochaco smiled.
The boys weren’t allowed near the girls’ dormitory, but the rules weren’t enforced. The staff trusted their students to behave in ways befitting a hero, which they did. But that didn’t mean a few feet didn’t cross a threshold they shouldn’t. Both Ochaco and Izuku had breached this rule before, but nobody seemed to care. Though a stack of condoms somehow managed to find its way into everyone’s rooms one day.
But Izuku had never walked into Momo’s room before; he enjoyed keeping his balls intact. But his curiosity had been piqued by his girlfriend’s cryptic text: “We’re talking about you. Come here if you want to listen.” He threw on some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt before making his way out and into the hall.
After Ochaco opened the door for him, she gave him a little wink.
“Oh!” Izuku looked at the girls of 1-A sitting in a circle on the floor. “Hey, I didn’t expect you to be in your pjs.”
“Pjs,” Mina snickered.
Izuku sniffed the air, “Is that alcohol?”
“You gonna tattle on us?” Kyoka teased. “Even after Katsuki ended up passed out on the roof?”
“I’m just here because Ochaco wanted me here,” Izuku said. “What was everyone talking about?”
“We were just talking about how you’d be in bed,” Toru followed that up with a hiccup. “I think you’d fuck us all sweet, strong, and romantically.”
“Toru!” Tsuyu gasped.
“I think I drank too much,” Toru mumbled. “But I’m not wrong, right? Ochaco must know this better than anyone!”
“Which there isn’t anything wrong with,” Momo quickly added. “I like romance.”
“Me too,” Kyoka said.
“The point is…” Mina pointed a finger at him, “You are the most premium, handmade, straight from the dairy farm vanilla. It’s quite the compliment.”
“Overdo it much?” Toru muttered.
“Well,” Izuku smiled, “you’re all wrong.”
“Listen, we didn’t mean—” Tsuyu started.
“I know you all well enough that I’d ruin you. I’d push your limits to the breaking point. You’d never be able to be with anyone else without thinking of me.”
The room was quiet.
Then the girls burst out laughing.
All except Ochaco.
Izuku let them laugh, but as it died down, he said, “I’m serious.”
“Sure!” Kyoka giggled. “Wanna make it a bet?”
“Yeah,” Izuku said.
“You just want to fuck us,” Mina laughed.
“And you’d thank me once we’re done.”
“Alright, tough guy,” Toru said. “You really think you can break all of us?”
“I can. But knowing each of you, there is no way you’d stick it out,” Izuku smiled.
“Alright, alright, alright,” Tsuyu said. “We obviously hurt his feelings.”
“Them’s fighting words!” Mina pretended to pull up nonexistent sleeves. “You’re on, big man. You want collateral? We’ll send you our nude selfies, and you can do whatever you want with them if we call it quits early.”
“I didn’t agree to that,” Momo whined.
Mina rolled her eyes and said, like Izuku wasn’t there, “C’mon… It’s Deku.”
“But if we don’t break…” Kyoka started, “… you have to get a tattoo that says, ‘Katsuki Bakugo’s Butt Slut’ as a tramp stamp!”
“What?!” Toru burst out laughing. “Holy shit!”
Izuku knew what they expected. They wanted him to backdown. They wanted him to say he was being silly before cowardly returning to his room, where Ochaco could patch up whatever pride he had left. But he didn’t. Not only because he knew he could shatter all their egos with ease, but because this was the prime opportunity to claim them all as his own.
He didn’t look to Ochaco for approval; she didn’t have a say in anything. But he was palming her fat ass beneath her pajamas, giving it a nice squeeze. He felt her trying to suppress wriggling; she loved being touched there, but she was a good girl who wouldn’t give away the game until he had all that collateral.
“Deal,” Izuku said. “You can send them to my phone. You have my number.”
“Really?” Tsuyu’s eyes widened. “But… the tattoo…”
“Isn’t something I need to worry about,” Izuku said. “You all, on the other hand…”
“Izuku…” Mina sighed, “We’ll make you do it. No pity. Our nudes are on the line.”
“Then I won’t hold anything back.”
“Dang,” Kyoka muttered, “with balls that big, you better be ready to have a billion kids, Ochaco.”
“Are you going to send them?” Izuku asked. “Or just stand there with your clits in your hands.”
“Alright,” Mina grinned, “you asked for it.”
As the girls gathered their phones, Izuku’s notification rang off. He didn’t check the pics; he’d get his fill soon enough. But there was still one small issue.
“And Toru?” he asked.
“I’ll, uh…” the invisible girl mumbled, “I’ll let you paint me with whatever and stand naked in the middle of the city. Sound good?”
“Good enough,” Izuku smirked. “Let’s get started.”