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Mina loved gym days.
The pink skinned girl leered with her black and gold eyes, the horns within her fluffy cotton candy colored hair nearly twitched with her excitement as she stretched on her back and watched.
3-A's resident nerd, maturing at a glacial pace compared to most of the class. Poor Midoriya had grown what? An inch from his height during his first year? He was no Mineta, their shortest by far, but…
Well, it was fortunate for him that he saved the world nearly two years ago, and that permanent baby face he had worked wonders for the ‘skipped a few grades’ agenda.
Mina watched him do bicep curls, with the cutest glare of focus on his face.
“Midori!” She called while creeping up behind him, holding in a laugh as he jumped slightly and gave a shy chuckle.
“H-hi, Ashido…” He responded with his eyes tracking the floor.
Mina grew a mischievous grin that stretched her entire face, her eyes narrowing into thin slits before being shadowed by her hair.
“I'm so lost today…” She sighed theatrically.
“I just don't know what workouts I should be doing!” Mina huffed while dropping her chin onto the top of Midori's head, swirling a finger into his fluffy hair in boredom.
“W-W-WELL,” He coughed with his face a vibrant color of red, trying desperately to regain his composure.
“Wh-what do y-you think needs work?” Midori stammered, still trying to be helpful as Mina tormented him.
“That's just the issue~” Mina pouted, teasing even more with a gift wrapped opportunity.
She marched to Izuku's front and held his shoulders to stop him from turning away.
“Look at my bod, little buddy…” Mina ordered breathily, finding it harder and harder to stop her smile as Midoriya got mortified and his face showed it.
“What should I be workin’ on?”
Mina ran her hands down from her neck first. She had started growing her hair longer over the last year, a ponytail hung behind her neck as her hair was tied back.
She playfully bit her lip, winking at the boy who was so easy to tease as her hands cupped her sizable chest in her black workout bra.
Midoriya was like a deer in headlights, his red blush only growing more intense as he tried to look away.
Mina ran her fingers down her glistening abs and could almost see the lump growing in Midoriya's throat.
She leaned into Midori's face as she palmed her own waist and kneaded her sculpted thighs.
“Well? Which part of me looks bad?” She pouted while nearly nose to nose with him.
Midoriya had his hands slack to his sides with his jaw the same way, about to drop the dumbells when he realized too late-
Mina acted just as quickly as he did, her plans to tease not considering whether he would be holding something heavy, she wasn't trying to injure anyone!
Her eyes grew wide as she leaned down and forward to catch the weights just as Midoriya had.
They each barely caught one, Mina's fingers wrapped around the weight as she realized all she was seeing was deep forest green.
‘Oh my God…’
She and Midoriya were kissing, only for a moment as their eyes both widened in shock. Mina was the first to pull away.
“G-gosh! Sorry about that, Midori!” She laughed, scratching the back of her head with her eyes closed.
“Although, if you were to beg for more, I…” She trailed off, looking down at Midoriya as he trembled, trying and failing not to cry.
Mina panicked instantly, waving her arms around trying to make him calm down. “Whoa, hey! It's- It's alright! I know you didn't mean anything by it, L-look, it was my fault anyway, I shouldn't have-”
“Picking on a first year?” A voice whispered with disdain, and Mina felt a pit in her stomach.
“That's how Deku's classmates treat him? Even after everything he's done for… everybody?” Another slightly more informed gym-goer wondered with an appalled gasp.
“N-no, it's not-” Mina struggled, looking around while everyone avoided her gaze, and Midoriya kept sniffling.
Her reputation didn't matter nearly as much as how bad she made one of her closest friends feel.
“Hey, C'mon. I'm sure no one's in the girls changing room right now…” Mina urged her friend, guiding him out of the gym with her hands on his shoulders.
-
Ashido handed Izuku another paper towel, and he tried harder to calm himself after thanking her.
“I really am sorry.” She repeated with her arms crossed under her chest, biting the inside of her mouth in regret as Izuku sat on the edge of a bench.
“It's- it's alright…” Izuku mumbled quietly, pinching at his baggy black shorts idly.
“Jeez, if I knew kissing me was the worst thing that could've happened to a guy…” Ashido joked lightly.
“It's n-not that!” Izuku assured frantically before sighing.
“Please don't… tell anybody this…” He began in shame.
“Hey, my lips are sealed. And far away from yours, capiche?!” Ashido promised with a slightly embarrassed smile.
“I sort of, like… Uraraka…” Izuku admitted with a heavy blush, thinking about the brown haired girl who helped him when he was in such a dark place.
Ashido put a hand over her mouth.
“Noooo…” She gasped in ‘shock’ that Izuku took at face value.
“I know it's h-hard to believe that I would even think about such an amazing person that way, b-but it's true!” Izuku clenched his fists against his thighs and let his honesty flow.
“You're blowin’ my mind right now, Midori…” Ashido admitted with a blank expression.
“I j-just thought that w-when I finally had my f-first kiss, it'd be with-”
Izuku started to cry all over again, and Ashido rubbed her head in more regret.
“That was your- Aw man! Midori, I-”
“I don't even know what to say to her!” He cried, “N-now even if she likes me back, I'll have to t-tell her-”
“I was gonna say thanks! For the practice kiss, Midori!” Ashido exclaimed with a grateful smile.
Izuku Midoriya was chosen by the world's greatest hero to inherit a power that would help save the world. He was chosen for his bravery and his heroic spirit.
He was not chosen for his ability to understand anything about women.
“P-practice?” He questioned with puffy red eyes.
“Well… Yeah, silly! It was just a practice kiss between two friends! It totally doesn't count as a real one!” Ashido assured with a laugh and a wave.
Izuku was skeptical, “That d-doesn't seem-”
“Dude, us girls do it all the time, we kiss each other to test makeup and all sorts a’ stuff!” She continued with a confident nod.
Izuku didn't know anything about that. Ashido seemed to know a lot about this…
“Is th-that really-”
“What, true? Of course! You think I'm a liar?” She frowned with a leading tone.
“N-not at all…” Izuku considered it, a practice kiss had to be like quirk training, just honing your abilities for the next time you really had to use them!
“P-practice. Just… practice.” He nodded, feeling much better. He sniffled and wiped the last of his tears, staring up at his friend with a smile.
“And don't you forget it!” Ashido said with finality, giving a bright smile and gesturing to the exit.
“Well… glad you're feeling better. Maybe we can hop on out of the-”
“Can we practice again?!” Izuku requested with an eager nod.
Ashido stared at him with wide eyes.
-
Mina didn't know what to think.
The possibility was there that Midoriya obviously didn't buy that load of horseradish she tried to sell him, and was now extorting her to get another lip-lock session.
But as she stared into those innocent deep forest greens-
‘Fuck, he believed me…’
There wasn't a perverted bone in the little chosen one's body.
“Y-You should ask Uraraka to practice, right?”
“I can't! I …wanna be perfect for her!” He declared with that determination that let him defend the entire planet.
“Ahh… ‘kay, Midori…” Mina fumbled with her hands while he stared up like a little puppy.
“One more, and I'll let you know if you're ready to take Ochako to smooch-town!” Mina joked as a purple blush started to crawl across her face, not matching the way Midoriya steamed like a tomato at the goal she brought up.
‘This'll be a funny story at their wedding!’ Mina grimaced in her own mind while standing Midori up.
“Okay, close your eyes…” She ordered.
Midoriya followed without hesitation.
Mina leaned forward and puckered in embarrassment, kissing Midoriya felt so-
Good?
Her eyes snapped open to really make sure she was still lips to lips with the dork who had a savior complex the size of All Might.
“Sh-should it always be this long-” He attempted before Mina grabbed his skull.
“Be quiet?” She asked, but really ordered in a blur of words.
Mina went deeper, making Midoriya squeak out as her tongue wormed its way into his mouth and clashed against his.
A mess of saliva started to dribble from their joined lips as Midori tried to pull away.
“W-with the tongue, should I b-be trying-”
“Shut up.” Mina growled out before attacking the little nerd's lips again with her soft pink kissers.
Mina felt the black spandex shorts hugging her ass getting slightly soaked in the heat of the moment.
She kept one hand pressed against the back of his head to keep him where he belonged, while another roamed up the loose white shirt he wore and felt up that hard earned physique he was afraid to flaunt, her fingers ghosting along the scars he had.
‘Normally, I'm all for playing matchmaker, and they've wanted each other since our first year without even knowing it, but-’
Mina forcefully urged Midoriya back onto the bench, plopping into his lap and wrapping an arm around his neck.
“Mnng…” Little Midori whined as his brows furrowed, blushing again even after he accepted this as normal for some reason.
Mina's tongue bashed his own, telling the strongest man alive (though you wouldn't believe it just by seeing him) to get back on the bottom where he belonged.
‘Holy Hell! …sorry Ochako.’ Mina thought in passing while devouring her friend's crush.
Midori was more of a plaything. Mina's tongue bullied and took up space in his mouth like it belonged there, reaching for the back of his throat to make the little twink’s eyes water.
“Mmmtah- A-Ashido, I'm n-notoughh❤️!” He yelped like a little animal as Mina thumped her glutes down into his lap again and felt the bridge of something incredible.
Mina dragged his head forward again to keep control, and felt herself almost getting lifted by the fat fuckrod against her cunt as Midoriya swelled below her.
The pulsing of that tool beneath her, conquering Midoriya's mouth while he was stuck paralyzed to stop her?
She felt herself start to clench in disbelief, watching Midoriya become more and more enslaved to the sensation she was forcing onto him until-
“Hnn❤️!!”
“Oh FUCK❤️!!”
Midoriya whimpered and Mina gurgled as they came in unison, she pulled back just to catch her breath as she hit her peak, but seeing Midori getting a breather just wasn't right.
“mmf!” His pupils dilated as he prematurely came, staring at the ceiling as Mina sucked on his face like a sweet treat, still scrambling his mind with their practice kiss.
She pulled back at last, tears streaming from Midori’s eyes as drool drenched their chests.
Mina held his face. She had seen the guy with more broken bones than non broken ones, and she swore he had never looked so helpless and out of it.
“Fuck letting you go.” Mina breathlessly rebuked the very idea. Having the terribly naive, future top one hero as her playmate?
Mina forced Midori's mouth open with a thumb, tilting his head back and salivating a steady flow casually into his maw before spitting with superiority and closing his jaw in his dazed state.
“Swallow.”
She watched his throat ripple as he obeyed, not a thought behind those eyes.
“Shit, good boy…”
“I'm gonna ruin your life, Midori.” Mina smirked playfully.
-
Izuku was barely registering before-
SMACK
“Come on, get up.” Ashido chuckled, making Izuku gasp as his face stung a little from her open palm.
“You've been hit way harder than that!” She admonished with another laugh, kneeling in front of Izuku with her hands gripping the waistband of his shorts.
“Ashido, d-do you think I'm r-readymmnng~” Izuku cut himself off as she gripped his unwieldy dick, making Izuku melt as it was more sensitive than usual.
“Guess everyone's got a weakness, huh? Even you, superboy~” She teased, something normal for her that Izuku just couldn't get used to. He blushed from it even more than the feeling of her fondling his meat through his shorts.
“W-what's this gotta d-do with-”
“Do you seriously think Ochako's gonna be satisfied with just a kiss?” Ashido questioned rhetorically while pulling down Izuku's shorts.
“What a fucking monster…” She rumbled hungrily, making Izuku wince in embarrassment and look away.
Ashido had her focus squarely on the source of Izuku's bashfulness, however. Appraising the half erect slab of cockmeat thicker than her wrist and longer than her forearm.
“I think you need more practice, pal.” Ashido informed Izuku with a sad sigh.
“B-but the kiss- Aahhn❤️!!”
“The kiss was…” Ashido made a so-so gesture with one hand while starting to pump with the other, “Could use improvement, but don't worry. Mama'll take good care, make sure you're the best you can be, yeah?”
She spoke down to him while staring up, making Izuku huff as she started milking his cock.
“Hhhff… hahhh-”
“Lesson one: stamina.” Ashido chirped helpfully, grinning a wickedly sharp smile as Izuku's dick swelled stiff in her hands.
“No one likes a quickshot, Midori. Cumming from a kiss is cute for your first time, but it's a bad precedent to set, y'know?”
Izuku's fingers gripped the edge of the bench, trying to anchor himself as pleasure spasms rocked his form, drool trailed from his jaw as Ashido's hands worked him into collapse, wringing and pumping across the veins of his shaft and making him shut his mouth tight to suppress his squeals.
He hadn't felt this vulnerable in years-
“Wh-what?”
Izuku stared in horror as Ashido started to use her quirk. Purple slime oozed from her palms as a natural lubricant, he had mere moments to be relieved as he felt no burning, before a more blissful disaster struck.
“HHMMM❤️❤️!!” His hand flew over his mouth as the pleasure of Ashido's milking doubled with the tingling of the fluid.
“Now that's just wrong.” Ashido chided with a disapproving noise.
She grabbed Izuku's wrist and pulled his hand away from his mouth.
“If a girl is servicing you, we wanna know how good of a job we're doing. You can't just stay quiet! Make some more noise!” She encouraged like it was obvious, never ceasing her rippling massage.
Ashido smacked his hand back down as he instinctually tried to muffle his moans.
“I- I h-have t’ b-be strong!” He mewled in disagreement, everything he had been taught flashing in his mind before Ashido squeezed tighter and made it all fade.
“That suits the strong silent type. So, not you.” She chided with a bemused huff.
His left leg started to tremble, and Izuku swore he could almost see Ashido's eyes glow in perversion.
“What's cute about you is that you keep trying even when you fail. Like how you're gonna fail right now~” She foresaw with a casual shrug.
Izuku shook his head, determined to hold out-
“How ‘bout I drain this thick fucker for you, bud?”
Izuku balked at the crass words and shut his eyes tight as they stimulated something he was trying to ignore-
“How about you moan and cry for me, and I make you burst as a reward?” Ashido breathed hungrily while Izuku whimpered.
“Look. Look at my tits.”
Izuku's eyes ever so slowly opened, squinting as Ashido aimed his cockhead at her own chest. Spurts of hot precum shot between her bubblegum pink cleavage as Izuku whined helplessly.
“Ochako's got even bigger cannons than me! If you can't even control yourself seeing these, how can you be ready for her?!”
Izuku writhed, trying for a moment to stand up, before Ashido gripped his waist and slammed him right back down.
“I'll- I'll b-be ready!!” He whined, trying to convince them both.
“Ready to pop, maybe…” Ashido grinned.
“N-no, I- hggk❤️!!” Izuku gurgled in bliss as her hand shot forward and gripped his balls, caressing them and making his eyes cross in ecstasy.
Ashido leered. “Uh-huh… these cumtanks are working overtime-”
“Nhooo…”
She lapped at his urethra with her tongue and made Izuku see stars.
“And you're letting out pre like you're pissing… Pretty tasty stuff~” She teased between licks.
“Ashido p-please-”
“So you're gonna let out one big hot fucking firework of cum for me, yeah?”
She squeezed again❤️
“O-OKAY!!” Izuku wailed in desperation.
“‘Course you are, I can feel these huge sperm factories getting all kinds a’ tight! It's barely been two minutes!!” Ashido sounded disappointed in Izuku, and his heart broke a little.
“He can save the world but can't last two minutes,” Ashido sighed while Izuku writhed beneath her touch, his cock a feverish red while coated in sticky translucent purple.
She started to pump twice as fast, ripping Izuku's breath from his lungs as sweat poured down his face.
“I'll hold it! I-I'll b-be better!! I CAN-”
“You can't.” Ashido said with finality.
“So stop wasting my time, Midori. Just CUM, Quickshot❤️.”
“HAAAHNN❤️❤️!!”
Ashido giggled as thick ropes of Izuku's seed splattered onto her. She blushed drunkenly and softly kissed his fitfully splurting cockhead.
“Augh. Tastes awesome…” She hummed between drinking straight from the tap.
Izuku felt himself trembling all over. He crooned into the locker room air with exhaustion. Eighteen years of pain and hard work hadn't prepared him for something that felt this good.
“Well, Midori. Final verdict is-” Ashido began, staring into Izuku's watery eyes with a smug gaze before footsteps caught her attention and made her dark eyes widen.
She grabbed Izuku up as though he weighed nothing, rushing into the showers as the footsteps got closer.
-
Mina shushed Midori's weak groaning as she heard familiar voices chatting to each other.
“What do you think you should do?” Momo asked with a pretty maternal tone.
“Well- If he won't take the hint, I might just have to tell him how I feel.” Ochako reasoned with a little exhaustion.
Midori's eyes lit up with surprise upon hearing them.
“Midoriya is many things, oblivious being one of them.” The black haired girl sighed with sympathy for her brunette friend's plight.
Midori gasped at the confirmation they were talking about him, forcing Mina to slap her hand over his mouth to quiet him.
“Did you hear that?” Ochako asked warily, her voice on guard after the noisy boy alerted them.
“Ahem!” Mina coughed loudly, “Sorry to eavesdrop, girls. It's just me back here!” She chirped from within the showers.
She squeezed her hand over Midoriya's mouth as tight as possible, sending the wordless message to shut the fuck up, twinkie!
“Are you really sorry for eavesdropping?” Ochako teased.
“Or just sorry you were caught?” Momo finished with her usual elegant tone.
“You guys came in after me!” Mina playfully defended, hiding her panic as their footsteps drew closer.
“I'm getting ready to wash a guy's hot spunk off my tits, actually…” She added casually, hearing the two more sheltered girls stop in their tracks made Mina grin at her bluff working.
“Kidding!”
Mina could practically hear their hearts start back up as they sighed in relief.
“Or maybe I'm not~ I am naked, though. So don't come in unless you're ready to entertain me!” She sang flirtatiously while Midori blushed deeply.
To add to the illusion, Mina twisted the nozzle and let water start to spray over her and Midoriya.
He gasped with little mewling noises as his hair matted down like a wet green lamb.
“Lesson two: Dynamics!” Mina hissed into his ear, watching him get really and truly scared as she grabbed his cock by the root again.
“A-Ashido! I c-can't do that again!!” He shrieked as quietly as he could.
“Yeah, you can! Go ahead and get hard again, little guy.” She cooed before turning her attention back to the two who couldn't hear them.
“Hey, Ochako!” Mina called, “Thirsty for ole Deku, huh?” She laughed.
“I wouldn't d-describe it that way, but-”
“How big do ya think that Dicku is?”
Mina could sense the red shade that her friend had taken on,
because Midori blushed just as deep.
“All that mighty One for All power, he's gotta have some kinda bitch-breaker!” She sneered into the timid boy's ear, watching the words stir that triple as sensitive beast into being ready for more punishment.
“Ashido, please.” Momo defended, sounding quite flustered. “It isn't right to talk about him. Not in that manner, and especially not when he isn't around!” The class president said firmly.
“I'm only saying what everyone else is thinking! All that height had to go somewhere!” She joked while Midori writhed.
“It's always the innocent ones, Ochako!” Mina warned as she made Midori shake worse than he ever had all afternoon, introducing her pleasure acid into the wet hot handjob he was getting.
“All sweet when you bring him to meet your parents, and then he's blowing your back out, STUFFING your cunt full a’ ballslop-”
She stared down, seeing the green lightning flashing on Midori as it illuminated them in the dim light.
“You're about to put Ochako into cardiac arrest! Please improve your behavior the next time we all meet!” Momo complained while hurriedly leaving, fanning an almost passed out, red-faced Ochako.
“Lightweight-” Mina scoffed-
“Ashido please, please, stop!” Midori begged, shivering all over despite the hot water, and Mina grew a wider grin than even before it all started.
He only requested because even with all that power, he couldn't make her stop.
Who knew that the weakness for all guys was that universal?!
Mina gave his gurgling hefty nuts a squeeze, making his back arch before she slid them down to the shower floor, wrapping her legs around his ribs as she stuck her fingers in his mouth and he suckled like a baby.
“Everyone has a role when it comes to fucking.” She lectured, slowly putting her hands back onto his shaft and pumping again.
“You're a sub, ‘kay? A bottom. You're like… a little ceramic doll, and you have to let your top make you feel good until you break.” Mina explained patiently, making Midori buck uncontrollably into her grip.
He hiccuped and cried in overstimulation.
“I- c-c-can't!!” Midori croaked adorably.
“Sure you can.” She cooed to him.
“Ashidhooo❤️!”
“You asked for my help, alright? I'm not giving up on you!” She assured while giving the side of his head some affectionate pecks.
“C'mon, another load.” Mina urged him, fap fap fapping his cock as he gave warbling cries, putty in her hands-
“I'm not gonna stop until you cum again!” She chuckled casually, uncaring at the thought of his discomfort as he jerked as much as he could while in her hold.
Mina gave him the smallest break, removing a hand from his pulsating member to brush a thumb against his tears and suck the taste off of her digit.
“S-so rawww❤️!!” He whined impotently.
“Hey, someone wrote gullible on the ceiling!” Mina laughed quickly.
“Hmmgh…”
Mina groaned in disappointment as Midoriya was too far gone to fall for it. She tilted his chin up and placed her lips between his shoulder and neck.
“HNNN❤️❤️❤️!!”
She sucked on his flesh like a vampire, listening to him squeal before he finally broke, tears streaming fitfully down his face as he spit up a trail of drool, giving Mina that cute little ahegao she had worked so hard to see.
“Oh- oughh~ h-haghnn~ mmnn….” Midori cried as that abused cock let out spurt after spurt of fist-sized thick dollops of cream, getting washed away into the drain.
“Kay, Ashido! ‘s lotta p-p-practice done s-so I take a break?!” He stammered horribly. His broken mind leaving his tongue twisted as he continued to shudder with every thick drop of seed that escaped him, the sight of it all with his slightly bleeding nose made Mina grin with pride at her handiwork.
“Hmm? You wanna take a lil’ nap-” Mina teased in adoration.
“T-take a nap now, yeshh! Th-thank you for teaching❤️.” Those were the last fuck-drunk words he spoke before his eyes rolled up and he slumped against Mina.
She played with his cock as he slept, watching him twitch in his soaking wet state as she tormented him for amusement.
It occurred to Mina as Midori shivered and hiccuped in his sleep, that she had just defeated someone who had no right losing to her.
She grinned wide and kept controlling that powerful tool.
-
When Izuku woke up, Ashido was patting him down with a white towel. His formerly wet white shirt hugged her body as she leaned over him with his clothes on.
Seeing her steal his clothes for herself made Izuku blush a little bit, but as he got his wits about him, he could only wonder-
“Ashido, now d-do you think I'm ready?”
She dabbed at his face with the soft fabric and gave a thoughtful expression.
“Honestly? …Not even a little bit, bud.”
Izuku's head drooped in shame. No matter how far he got he always seemed to have more to learn!
“But hey, maybe Ochako will appreciate that you went after her without even trying to be your best yet. Shows you really want her! …Not enough to keep her, but…” Ashido suggested.
Uraraka made Izuku think completely differently about his nickname, changing the meaning of Deku from ‘useless’, to ‘You can do it!’
He had to be the best at this! For her!
“Ashido, will you teach me more?!” He begged, kneeling on the floor and bowing his head towards the ground.
“Sounds like a lot of work on my part Midori…” She sighed with slight annoyance.
“Please! I-” Izuku trembled, “W-what can I do to-”
“If you listen to everything I say and don't question me…”
“I'll do it!” Izuku promised.
“And don't tell a soul about our lessons, or they're over with, get it?!” Ashido hammered down at him.
Izuku lit up with gratitude, smiling obliviously as he stumbled to his feet.
“Y-YOU MEAN YOU'LL REALLY-”
He fell onto her as soon as he stood, his legs nearly useless after he was wrung dry. The sign of an excellent workout, in his mind.
Ashido's arms wrapped around his waist as she kept him up, his face buried in her chest as she leered down at him.
“I've got my work cut out for me!” Ashido mused, snaking a hand down Izuku's shorts and gripping his meat, making him yelp with a pleasurable whine.
“Ahh- mnnn r-right now?” Izuku mewled as she waltzed them to the exit.
“Yes right now. If you wanna be the best, you're gonna lose it with pleasure 24/7 as long as I'm teaching you.” She reasoned simply, Izuku couldn't help but agree, even not knowing much about this stuff.
Hard work paid off. He was so lucky to have a friend like Ashido!
“We gotta work on how sensitive you are. Maybe make it worse-”
“S-sorry, what- mnng❤️!!” Izuku attempted before she made him melt again.
“No questioning me!” She chided again while drool rolled down Izuku's clenched jaw. They walked down the empty halls with no one to see Ashido molesting him.
His eyelids fluttered in bliss as she was relentless, and they walked back to the dorms. Izuku clung to Ashido, smiling simply as she bit his ear, breathing hot breaths against his head while her hand lovingly stroked him off, tingling with her juices that made his back arch.
“Y-you're a really good friend❤️!!”
Ashido grinned down, and Izuku couldn't process the lecherous stare she was giving.
“Damn straight!”