Now for the other two and soon the first day at your new home~!

Enjoy my lovelies~

Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot)

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What a laugh he would be if he didn't get that tinker bell business going on behind the screen. The usual bright and energetic Red Riot was tense and felt his stomach cramping tight as one by one the other males seemed to react. He couldn't help but feel like maybe it was because they were all so powerful. He still remembered the night in the dorms he confessed to the guys that he felt his quirk wasn't flashy enough, and that subconsciously made him feel weaker.

He felt childish. It had been a couple years since then, why were his old insecurities still haunting him.

When he walked over he tried to keep a positive expression on his face, you looked so... girly standing there. There wasn't much else he could think of to describe you, but you had a friendly smile and without meaning to he expressed a bit of his anxiety.

She probably thinks I'm a chump now...

But your admitting being his fan surprised him, and he was happy to have caught your attention in comparison to the other males. It was petty but he was still a bit happy for it.

First was shaking hands. Your hand, was ridiculously soft in his opinion, or maybe his were just really rough.

"Holding my hand probably feels like gripping an old piece of wood." he mused to himself, but still, he liked the smooth tiny palm that pressed against his own.

You began touching his chest, and he had never felt so... itemized in a way, though he knew you were doing it to finish things up. Then he had to go and giggle and for a moment he felt mortified, but his thoughts quickly shut down when you spoke again,

"...maybe you have to touch me... a little to see?" His expression flatlined, he gulped, honestly he wasn't sure where this was supposed to go in the end but he was glad that his hero bottoms were so loose. Things were getting uncomfortable.

His hand had to be guided, he was hot and frozen, but more so hot...

When his calloused fingertips felt up your neck and caressed your cheek, he had to suck in a breath, his expression grew more focused, but the gnawing in the back of his stomach worried him that it was already over and no light would appear. Your eyes closed and your expression was that of relaxation and pleasure, he felt his chest rising and falling, a boiling heat simmering.

He thought to speak up, but his instincts told him to shut up, and he began praying that the light would appear. Not so he could prove anything, but so he would have an excuse to touch you more.

Not being experienced in taking things into his own hands with women he simply let you guide him, eyes now dilating and lidding when you took his finger into your mouth.

"W-..." but he shut himself up again, letting the tension surmount and the feel of your warm lips wrapped around his digit drew a curling fire up his leg and through his groin and the rest of his body.

"Oh god..." he kept his throaty breathe to a bare murmur.

And you seemed to catch aflame.

Scarlet. Red. Crimson. Blood. Fire. Heat. Passion.

Those colors, your hair, the light that surrounds you, the feelings in his body seemed to blaze stronger, and he was glad you didn't look him in the eyes, unsure if he could handle it.

Then you sighed and licked his finger and he snapped. He had to pull away, afraid of what he'd do, he made a noise with his breathing and you came to.

You were completely shocked from your behavior as any normal person would be, but oh so beautiful.

You were so cute when you flustered. The fire was still in his chest and he felt glad to be chosen in some way. He was somehow more sure of himself than before, and grateful for it, even if it was some wacky quirk fueling it.

His demeanor was calm as he reassured you, and the look of satisfaction on his expression as he turned around and walked from the screen was surveyed by the other males.

He wouldn't make eye contact with Bakugo, knowing he would have a challenge, not wanting to give this feeling of strength up. Bakugo was his friend,

But now he could be his rival.

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Midoriya Izuku (Deku)

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His mind was going a hundred miles a minute, all of this screamed confusing and dire. The fact that they huddled some of the top heroes in mere hours was no laughing matter, though the subject matter almost floored him after Olivia spoke.

He could only imagine the poor thoughts that must be going through your head to be told somewhat that you might and a small group of women might be the only hope for a future of heroes with quirks. And to think the villain association could get their hands on such information and the women involved made him cold to the bone. He could only graze the surface of what some sick mind could conjure to do with women and their quirking genes.

So when the time came for his turn, he knew this was extremely serious, but then the talk of babies and destiny made him completely confused. And the first glance at you, the first real eye contact the two of you had, he felt something draw him in internally. It was a force.

'Her quirk-!' He quickly thought, but you spoke offering a hand, seemingly unaffected and just as uncomfortable until you seemed to get a good look at him- and the force blew into a full on glow.

The orange was so vibrant, like a ripe tangerine catching the sun's light, or an active volcano erupting, it was almost too bright to look at directly. His chest fluttered, and he felt the need to grab your hand, as you said his name it was like a siren call that almost sucked him in, he grabbed your hand from the top, holding it gently.

He felt like for the second time in his life, he had been saved for some reason... but without much announcement your hand slid from his and he realized how calm his body had been since the touch, and he had to get away, so with a small cough he turned. He had to keep his composure as the number one hero right now, but curiosity made him glance back at you, still there and meek like before. At this point something felt extremely intimate about you two, as if you had shared your deepest secrets. In a sense a part of him felt as if he held you in his arms, or more... that you would hold him in your arms, and just that thought blew him over. He became a blushing mess, and muttered a farewell before turning around cursing himself for looking back. What was this quirk?!

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Comment question: Who do you think wears Briefs? I mean the secret will be out soon anyways but I thought I'd ask ;D!