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The sun hung low over U.A. High's sprawling campus, casting long shadows across the training grounds. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed grass, the aftermath of Class 1-A's latest grueling exercise. Izuku Midoriya sat on a low stone wall, his hero costume torn at the shoulder, his green hair matted with sweat. His notebook lay open on his lap, but the pages were blank, his pen idle. Today's training had been a disaster—his control over One For All had faltered, sending him crashing into a mock cityscape, and Aizawa's sharp critique still echoed in his ears: "You're reckless, Midoriya. Power without focus is just destruction."
Izuku's freckled face was drawn, his green eyes clouded with self-doubt. He was the inheritor of All Might's legacy, yet every misstep felt like a betrayal of that trust. He clenched his scarred fists, the ache in his knuckles a reminder of his limits. The other students had already headed back to the dorms, their laughter fading into the distance, but Izuku lingered, too lost in his thoughts to move.
A soft croak broke the silence, and he looked up to see Tsuyu Asui approaching, her hero costume glistening faintly in the fading light. Her green hair was tied back, her large eyes gleaming with a quiet intensity. Tsuyu moved with a fluid grace, her webbed hands tucked into her pockets, her posture relaxed yet purposeful. She'd always been a steady presence in Class 1-A—observant, honest, and unflinchingly kind—but Izuku had never noticed how her presence seemed to ground him until now.
"Ribbit," she said, tilting her head as she stopped beside him. "You're still here, Midoriya. Something's wrong, isn't it?" Her voice was calm, direct, with that slight lilt that made his heart skip.
He flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I'm fine, Tsuyu. Just… thinking about today's training. I messed up. Again."
She hopped onto the wall beside him, her legs dangling, her boots brushing the grass. "You're too hard on yourself, kero," she said, her tone matter-of-fact but warm. "You're always pushing forward, even when it hurts. That's not failure. That's strength." She turned to him, her eyes searching his. "But you don't believe that right now, do you?"
Izuku's shoulders slumped, his gaze dropping to his notebook. "I just… I want to be a hero everyone can rely on. Like All Might. But I keep screwing up, and I'm scared I'll never be enough."
Tsuyu's hand rested on his, her touch cool and steady. "You're enough, Midoriya. You always have been." Her fingers squeezed gently, and he looked up, startled by the intensity in her eyes. "Come with me. I know a place where you can clear your head."
Curiosity piqued, he followed her, tucking his notebook into his backpack. She led him through a winding path behind the training grounds, where the campus gave way to a hidden gem—a small pond nestled in a grove of willows, its surface rippling with the last rays of sunlight. Frogs croaked softly, their chorus blending with the rustle of leaves, and the air was cool, scented with moss and water. Tsuyu crouched by the pond's edge, her fingers trailing in the water, and Izuku joined her, the quiet soothing his frayed nerves.
"This is my spot," she said, her voice soft. "When things get too much, I come here. The water… it helps me think. Ribbit." She glanced at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You should try it."
Izuku hesitated, then kicked off his boots and rolled up his pants, dipping his feet into the cool water. The sensation was grounding, a tether to the present, and he exhaled, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. "Thanks, Tsuyu," he said, his voice quieter now. "This… it's nice."
She shifted closer, her shoulder brushing his. "You don't have to carry everything alone, kero," she said. "We're a team. And I… I care about you." Her cheeks flushed slightly, a rare crack in her usual composure, and Izuku's heart thudded, his eyes locking onto hers.
"Tsuyu…" he started, his voice trembling with a mix of gratitude and something deeper, something he hadn't dared name. Her honesty, her quiet strength, had always drawn him in, but here, in this secluded haven, it felt like more. "I care about you too. A lot."
Her smile widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing his in a tentative kiss. It was soft, exploratory, her tongue flicking against his with a curious warmth. Izuku froze for a moment, then kissed her back, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, a spark igniting between them, and Tsuyu's hands slid up his arms, her webbed fingers tangling in his hair.
"Midoriya," she murmured against his lips, her voice husky, "I've wanted to do that for a while. Ribbit."
He laughed, a nervous, giddy sound. "Me too. I just… I didn't know how to say it." His hands tightened on her waist, the fabric of her costume slick under his palms. "Tsuyu, is this okay?"
She nodded, her eyes dark with desire. "More than okay." She pulled him down onto the grass, the soft earth cushioning them as she straddled his lap, her thighs pressing against his. Her costume, designed for agility, hugged her lithe frame, accentuating the subtle curves of her body, and Izuku's breath hitched, his arousal evident in the tightening of his pants.
Their kisses grew hungrier, more urgent, as Tsuyu's hands tugged at his costume, peeling away the torn jacket to reveal his scarred torso. She traced the marks with her fingertips, her touch gentle yet possessive, and Izuku groaned, his hands roaming her back, finding the zipper of her suit. "Tsuyu," he whispered, his voice raw, "you're so beautiful."
She smiled, a mix of shy and bold, and helped him slide her costume down, revealing her pale skin, her small, perky breasts, the faint freckles dusting her shoulders. Izuku stared, awestruck, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. She moaned, a soft "kero" escaping her lips, and arched into his touch, her body trembling with need.
"Izuku," she said, her voice a breathless plea, "I want you. Right here." Her hands worked at his belt, freeing his erection with a deftness that belied her usual calm. She stroked him, her touch cool and deliberate, and Izuku's hips bucked, a groan tearing from his throat.
"Tsuyu, please," he begged, his hands gripping her hips as she positioned herself above him. She was wet, her arousal glistening, and the sight drove him wild, his need overtaking his doubts. "I need you."
She sank onto him, slow and deliberate, her tight heat enveloping him inch by inch. They both moaned, the sound mingling with the frogs' chorus, and Tsuyu began to move, her hips rocking in a rhythm that was both primal and precise. Izuku thrust up to meet her, his hands digging into her thighs, the grass soft beneath them as they lost themselves in each other.
The pond reflected their silhouettes, a dance of shadows and desire. Tsuyu's moans grew louder, her movements more desperate, her tongue flicking out instinctively, brushing his neck in a way that sent shivers down his spine. Izuku's hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, cupping her breasts, worshiping her with every touch. "Tsuyu," he gasped, his voice breaking, "you feel so good."
"So do you, kero," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded, her body trembling as she neared her peak. "Izuku, I'm— I'm close."
"Me too," he grunted, his thrusts erratic, driven by instinct. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles that made her cry out, her walls clenching around him. Her orgasm hit with a shudder, her moans echoing across the pond, and the sight of her—wild, undone, utterly consumed—pushed Izuku over the edge.
He came with a groan, his release spilling into her, hot and unrelenting. Tsuyu's hips ground against him, milking every drop, her body trembling with aftershocks. They clung to each other, breathless, the air thick with the scent of sex and earth, the pond's ripples a silent witness to their union.
They lay there, tangled in the grass, the night air cool against their flushed skin. Tsuyu nestled against his chest, her breathing steadying, and Izuku brushed a kiss against her forehead, his heart full. "Tsuyu," he said softly, "thank you. For… everything."
She smiled, her eyes warm. "You don't have to thank me, Izuku. Just… keep being you. Ribbit." She traced a scar on his arm, her touch gentle. "And maybe come back here with me sometime."
He laughed, pulling her closer. "Anytime, Tsuyu. Anytime."
As the stars emerged above, the pond reflecting their light, Izuku felt the weight of his doubts lift, replaced by a warmth that was all Tsuyu—her strength, her heart, her unyielding care. They were heroes, yes, but here, in this hidden grove, they were just Izuku and Tsuyu, bound by something deeper than quirks or duty.