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"This can't be happening," Ochako said as she walked into the room.
Mineta stepped in beside her and his eyes went wide with disbelief.
The two had been participating in their UA-sponsored Work Study for well over two months by then. Unknowingly, they had both signed up to work under the up-and-coming hero group known as the Lurkers. The group consisted of Kamui Wood, Mt. Lady, and the renowned No. 4 hero, Edgeshot. Ochako had signed up because of the respect she held for the team of young heroes. Being so newly experienced and on the rise, she knew she would be able to learn much under them. Mineta had signed up to work under them for a far less noble reason...
Mt. Lady.
He had been infatuated with her from the day he had walked by the TV and seen her in all her giantess glory. What exactly she had done, he could not have said. That had not mattered. The only thing he had eyes for that day was the woman's massive, illustrious frame, wrapped lovingly in her spandex suit for all the world to see. Since that day, he had vowed to become a pro hero. He promised himself that, one day, he would work under her, fighting by her side, forcing her to notice him.
And so it was that Ochako and Mineta found themselves walking into the Lurker's facility, two months ago, ready to embark upon their Work Study journey. Ochako had been none too thrilled to see the boy walking through the doors. Though Mineta's obsession with heroines had blossomed the day he had first laid eyes upon Mt. Lady, that was far from where it had stopped. It had not taken long for him to establish a reputation as the pervert of UA. Nearly every girl in the school loathed the boy, and those that did not simply didn't know him.
Ochako had pleaded with her boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya, whom she called Deku, to join her in her Work Study. They had been together for well over a year by then, and she had viewed the Work Study as an opportunity to develop their relationship. She had pictured the two of them battling beside one another, protecting civilians and defeating enemies. Such a unique opportunity to bond in that way would seldom present itself again.
Yet, Deku had insisted upon accepting his offer to work at Nighteye's agency instead. Although she couldn't blame him for taking the opportunity - she knew of the connection between Nighteye and All Might, and certainly knew of Deku's obsession with the All Might - the news had hurt her all the same. Nighteye had only accepted one student from UA at his agency. So, when her own acceptance by the Lurker agency had come, she accepted it graciously.
Two months. It had been over two months since last she had seen her Deku, and every day they spent apart only served to drain her further. They were working in two entirely different regions, and were both so busy that neither could seem to find even one day where they might slip away to see each other. Even their phone calls were becoming less frequent. Nighteye kept Deku occupied all hours of the day. If he wasn't doing hero work, then Nighteye kept him behind a desk filing paperwork and reading reports. By the time Deku could manage to slip away to his room, he was often so fatigued by the day that it was all he could do to crawl into his bed and fall asleep.
Ochako might have been able to stomach it all. She loved Deku. He was her entire world. No distance could have dampened that. But the worst part about Deku's work at the Nighteye agency wasn't the hours, nor even the grueling labor that kept him so busy that he couldn't even call. The worst part was Awata, who went by the hero name "Bubble Girl."
The knowledge that Deku was spending hours with that girl every single day was enough to drive Ochako insane. At times, it made her want to scream in frustration. The bonding moments that should have been shared between herself and Deku were instead being shared by him and Awata. Deku was kind and caring, and Ochako knew she was the only girl for him. Yet, he was a man all the same, and her own insecurity was always present. No man could resist a girl like Awata, especially not when the girl dressed in such a ridiculous, slutty hero costume. Even if Deku never acted on them, the urges would cross his mind all the same. Any time these thoughts occurred to Ochako, she felt a terrible need to grip her hair and scream into a pillow.
It was all so infuriating. Ochako craved Deku. His touch. His kiss. And at times, when she was alone in her bedroom, she would often find herself on her back, legs spread and fingers between her sex, craving the feeling of him inside of her. They had not been having sex for very long by the time the Work Studies had come around, but Ochako had quickly grown used to the feeling of it. So much so that, in its absence, feelings of sexual frustration once unknown to her now found themselves clouding her mind and senses until she could think of little else. Despondently, she wondered if Deku, too, felt these feelings...
… And if he ever felt tempted to relieve them with Awata’s help.
As it happened, Ochako had been feeling particularly frustrated that night. She, Mineta, and the Lurkers had traveled across nearly all of Japan to the city of Sapporo. They had been in pursuit of some no-name villain that the police had dealt with long before they had even arrived. Despite there being little else required of them, it had already grown too late in the day to return to their agency. As such, they had been forced to purchase rooms at the city's hotel where they would be staying the night before departing in the morning.
The day had proven as aggravating as it was pointless, and Ochako's nerves were nearly spent. A nice hotel room would serve her far better than the poor accommodations at the agency. She would soak in the shower, curl up on the bed, and pleasure herself to the thought of Deku inside of her.
The man at the front desk had handed the five of them their key cards. They piled into the elevator and made for their rooms, with Mineta and Ochako stepping off a floor below where the Lurkers were staying with instructions to meet up again at dawn to depart for home.
Ochako glanced at her key card and made for the direction of her assigned room. Mineta followed closely behind her. As she walked, she knew that the boy was staring at her ass, wrapped in the spandex of her hero costume. His stare was so powerful that she could almost feel it creeping across her body, but she was far beyond caring by then. She had grown used to it, and he could stare all he wanted; all she cared about was her bed.
Finally, she had arrived at her room.
"Okay, goodnight," Ochako had said shortly.
"What are you doing?" Mineta asked.
"What do you mean?" Ochako replied, the annoyance plain in her tone.
"That's my room," Mineta said, laughing.
Ochako raised an eyebrow at the boy, staring down at him in confusion. She held the card up and read the number on it.
"Room 205. See?" She showed the card to Mineta. "This is room 205."
"Well, I don't know what to tell you," Mineta said, undeterred, "because this is my room too." He showed Ochako his own key card.
Ochako swiped it from his hands and examined it. Her anger was mounting, so restless that her stomach felt alive with coiling eels. She didn't have time for Mineta's idiocy. But then, she paused. She read the card once, and then twice, but there had been no mistake. The card read "Room 205," same as her own.
"That can't be right," Ochako said, nearing the end of her wits. "They must have given one of us the wrong key. Come on, let's go talk to the man at the front desk."
"But I'm tired!" Mineta complained. "I just want to go to sleep."
"I do too!" Ochako replied. "So come on! The sooner we get this settled, the sooner we can both go to sleep."
Begrudgingly, Mineta followed Ochako as she stormed back down the hall toward the elevator. They descended toward the lobby, Ochako tapping her foot with impatience as elevator music blared at them through the radio. The elevator doors opened and Ochako slipped through them the second they were wide enough for her to fit. She walked swiftly up to the booth and slapped down the two key cards.
"Hello again," Ochako said heatedly, "...sir," she added, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself. She would not let her frustration impact the way she interacted with others. The man at the desk had made a simple mistake. The issue would be rectified shortly.
"Good evening," the man said, smiling at her from across the desk. "How can I help you, young lady?"
"Yes, um...," she paused. "Well, you see, I was just down here with the Lurkers. You know, the hero group?"
"Indeed I do," he nodded. "They are not a cast of characters I would be likely to forget!"
"Right. Well.... I think there must have been a mix up earlier. You see, my... colleague and I, it seems that we were um... both given a key card to the same room."
"That is correct," the man agreed.
"Right," Ochako continued, slightly thrown off by the response. "Well, obviously, like I said, there's been a mistake. You see, the two of us will be needing separate rooms."
"I'm afraid that is quite impossible, dear," the man said, dawning a sympathetic look.
"You... what?" Ochako said, feeling her face flush with irritation. "Impossible? Why?"
"You and your friends took the last two rooms available," the man said. "One room for you two, and another for the other three."
"I... but... please, sir. There must be another room! It doesn't have to be anything nice! I just need a bed!"
"I understand, dear," he said wearily, "but as it stands, you were lucky that even those two rooms were free. There's a festival in town this weekend, and almost every hotel in the city is booked through! The fact that you were able to drop in and find these rooms was just fortunate timing. We had received cancellations mere moments before your arrival."
"So... so that's it then. We have to share this room. You're going to make me share a room... with him," she muttered, looking back at Mineta. A terrible, malicious grin was splitting across the boy's face. A look she liked not at all.
"I'm afraid so, my dear. I am terribly sorry, but as I say..."
"Yes, I get it. We're 'lucky,'" she mumbled sarcastically.
In a shocked silence, she returned, defeated, to the elevator with Mineta in tow. Her eyes were wide with shock and yet heavy with sleep. Today had been a horrible day.
They returned to her room... their room... moments later. As she held the key card to the door, the light flickered green and she heard the sound of the latch giving way. A good night's rest would hopefully leave it all behind. Entering the room, she was just at the point of wondering what else could go wrong when her eyes took in their new surroundings.
"This can't be happening," Ochako said as she walked into the room.
Mineta stepped in beside her and his eyes went wide with disbelief.
The room was small. Too small.
Horrified, she gazed around as her mind raced to catch up with all she was seeing.
Everything was in one room. There was a small door just inside the room that held the toilet, but that was the only form of privacy offered in the entire room. In the main room, there was hardly enough space to walk. For reasons Ochako could not fathom, there was a shower with clear, glass siding positioned on the side of the room, out in the open. There was a single dresser and a television. And worst of all, beside the shower...
A single bed.
She would have been shocked if the bed was even Queen-sized. The small size of the room made the bed look somehow even smaller than it actually was.
"There is no way," Ochako repeated. "This is not happening. This is not happening."
"It's happening," Mineta said beside her, laughing as he unslung his overnight bag, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. "This room is great!"
"I'm glad you're having fun," Ochako snarled, her face hot with anger. "But I'm not going to let this happen. I'm going to go find Mt. Lady and stay with her. You can sleep with the other men." If she had to share a room she would sooner share one with a member of the same sex instead of the pervert of UA.
"Good luck with that," Mineta answered coolly, sitting on the edge of the bed and unlacing his shoes. "This building is at least 10 stories tall. There must be over a dozen rooms on each floor. All we know is that they're somewhere above us. Are you going to go door to door in search of them?"
"Maybe I will!" Ochako answered defiantly. Though even as she said this, she knew that he was right. She would never be able to find their room, not without bothering a hundred other guests beforehand. She was half-tempted to try anyways, if only to wipe the smug grin off of Mineta's face.
Frustratingly, Ochako felt the tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. She turned away from Mineta sharply, not wishing for him to see her in such a state.
"Come on, it won't be so bad!" Mineta said, holding up his hands. "I'm small! I don't take up much space. You won't even know I'm here."
Once again, Ochako felt as the boy's eyes crawled across her skin, undressing her with a look. A chill ran down her spine. She whirled back around in time to catch his eyes darting away from her, confirming the worst of her suspicions. A shower would be out of the question.
"You're sleeping on the floor," Ochako demanded then, her voice venomous.
"I am not!" Mineta protested. "I told you, I'm small! There's plenty of room for the both of us!"
"I wouldn't care if the bed was twice the size, I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you!"
"Why not?"
"Do you really need me to spell it out for you?"
Mineta shrugged his shoulders and sighed.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you," he continued, "but I'm sleeping in the bed. Whether or not you'll be joining me is up to you."
Ochako grit her teeth and resisted the urge to grab at her hair. This was the worst.
Grabbing her phone, she made for the door and stormed out.
"Where are you...," she heard Mineta ask behind her before the door slammed shut, cutting off the question.
"That fucking creep!" She snarled as she stomped down the hallway, pacing back and forth. "I can't believe this!" These Work Studies were a complete waste. Everything that could have gone wrong with them had done wrong.
She desired only one thing then - the sound of Deku's voice. She scrolled to his contact and pressed call, holding the phone to her ear as it rang. She felt a single tear roll down her cheek as the ringing continued, uninterrupted.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the phone pick up on the other end. He almost never picked up anymore. He must have sensed her need of him!
"Ochako?" Deku's voice questioned through the phone.
"Deku!" Ochako answered, her voice watery and thick with tears.
"Hi Ochako," he said warmly. "Is everything okay?"
She paused for a moment, thinking about what to say.
"Um... yes, everything is fine," she answered. In truth, she had never felt less fine. However, Deku always seemed so stressed anymore; she didn't wish to add to that stress by dumping all of her problems onto him. She knew he would only want to help her, and would be frustrated that he couldn't.
"I just wanted to hear your voice, that's all."
"Oh, I see," Deku said with a chuckle. "Well, in that case..."
"Deku? Deku! Where did you go?" Another voice, distant-sounding, echoed through the call. A girl's voice.
Awata's voice.
Ochako's blood ran cold. She felt the color drain from her face.
"Hold on a second, Ochako. Someone needs me," he said.
Was he purposely avoiding stating who it was? The thought froze Ochako in her place.
"Oh, no," Ochako said, her voice tremulous. "That's okay. I know you're very busy. I'll... I'll just..."
"Yeah, I'll call you later, okay?"
"O-Okay. Bye then."
"I love you!" Deku said.
"I..." before she could finish, the sound of the call ending rang into her ear.
She held the phone out in front of her, confirming that he had ended the call. Leaning against a wall, she sank down it along her back until she sat huddled on the floor. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she curled into a ball. Then, she began to cry in earnest.
Sad, frustrated, angry, the tears fell in deep, shuddering gasps. The weight of the past two months broke down around her. As she held her hands tightly over her eyes, visions of Awata and Deku swam across her mind. She’d thought that he had sensed her need. Thought he’d realized how desperate she was for his attention. But instead, he had hung up on her in a whirl, all just because his new love, Awata, had come calling. She folded her hands over her head and clutched at her hair, holding it tightly.
I just want to go home , Ochako thought.
“Ochako?”
Her eyes a red, puffy mess, she rubbed at them with her wrists. Sniffling, she turned toward the sound of the voice. It was Mineta. Her face darkened.
“Is… is everything okay?” Mineta asked. He was so short that he was nearly eye level with the girl despite her being seated on the ground.
“Yes,” Ochako answered shortly, looking away from him. “Everything is perfectly fine. Can’t you tell?” She did not bother to hide the bite in her words.
Mineta stood silently for a moment. Why wasn’t he leaving? Couldn’t he see she was in no mood for his company?
“Look, Ochako… I’m sorry,” Mineta said quietly. “About… about the room situation.”
Ochako looked back around at him. His face was contrite as he spoke.
“I know I don’t have the best reputation at school.” Ochako laughed derisively at these words. “And I understand why you wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to stay in a hotel room with me. Even if it was only for a night."
Ochako said nothing. The two lingered there in the hallway. The uncomfortable tension exhausted her. Why was he still here?
"If... if you're upset about what I said, you know, about sleeping in the bed... Well, I'm sorry. I can go down to the front desk and get some extra pillows and blankets. I'll sleep on the floor. You take the bed," Mineta finished.
"I... what?" Ochako replied, nonplused by this sudden shift in temperament. Was this really Mineta speaking?
"Well, thanks," she continued. "I appreciate it. But, if I'm being honest... while the room situation upset me, it was really just the straw that broke the camel's back. This Work Study... I've been having a tough time with it."
"I see," Mineta nodded. "Is there anything you want to talk about? We're Work Study buddies, after all," he chuckled softly.
"It's... well...," she began, but her words fell short. What had gotten into her? For a moment, she had felt tempted to confide in this... creature! Was she really so willing to forget well over a year's worth of perversions, simply because of one apology? Had he not been secretly watching her, staring at her ass only moments ago? And what about the rest of the year? He had tortured her and her classmates to no end, spying on them, watching them, making obscene comments and gestures at any turn. Momo had even caught the creep attempting to make off with one of her bras that she had left in the laundry! No, this boy was no friend of hers. For all she knew, even his apology was a calculated façade to trick her into lowering her guard.
"It's nothing," Ochako said, her momentary lapse overcome in an instant. She wiped her eyes once more with the back of her hands and stood sharply. "Go get the other pillows and blankets."
"Okay," the boy said, turning to walk toward the elevators. As she watched him go, a passing feeling of guilt over her bluntness toward the boy began to eat at her. He may be a monster, but he had apologized. And he would be sleeping on the floor for her.
"And Mineta...," she said. He turned. "Thanks..."
Mineta smiled back at her.
"Don't mention it."
He made for the elevator.
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As Ochako reentered the hotel room, she considered briefly if she might have enough time for a shower as Mineta waited for the pillows and blankets. Deciding that she did not, she next considered locking Mineta out for long enough to shower, latching the door shut so that his key card would not work. This she decided against as well. As fed up and irritated with Mineta as she was and had been for quite some time, Ochako was, at her core, far too kind for such things.
Despite this, she couldn't shake the feeling of grime on her. She never felt clean after a day of travel, especially when public transportation was involved. At the very least, she knew she would need to change into the night clothes the Lurkers had instructed her to pack, just in case. Opening her bag, she rifled through it, pulling out the clothes.
An exasperated sigh escaped her.
In her rush to leave, she had thought little of the clothing she would need for an overnight stay. In any case, she had never even considered the possibility that she would be forced into sharing a hotel room with the pervert of UA. She nearly laughed at her misfortune as she unfurled her clothing. All she had packed was a small, white, spaghetti-strap tank top that didn’t even fully cover her midriff, and a pair of pajama shorts that were cut so short that they ended before they fully covered her ass, making the bottom poke out. If she moved even slightly in them, they rode up and exposed her entire bottom. Deku was a fan of them. Mineta, she knew, would be as well.
She couldn't wear them to sleep. But she couldn't wear her hero uniform to sleep either. It was too late for any clothing stores to be open, and she had so little money that she likely would have been unable to afford new clothes anyways.
She was trapped.
She heard the latch of the door click and moved quickly to stuff the pajamas back into her bag. She zipped it up and stood just as Mineta reentered the room, hidden behind the mount of sheets, blankets, and pillows that he was carrying. He moved past her and tossed them onto the bed, then turned to her.
"Well," he said, putting his hands on his hips and gazing around the room, "here we are!" His voice was far too cheerful for Ochako's liking.
"Yeah," Ochako replied. She had no clue what to do. The tension in the room was so uncomfortable that she could almost feel her skin crawling.
"So!" He said brightly.
"So...," Ochako said with a groan.
They stood there for a moment, Ochako surveying the room while Mineta had eyes only for her.
"So... what do you want to do?" Mineta asked.
"What do I want to do?" Ochako parroted.
"Yeah, you know. I mean, we have the night off! It's only 9:30, and we don't check out until 7:00 tomorrow morning. The night is young!"
"I don't know if you think this is a vacation or what, but I'm planning on brushing my teeth and going to bed. I'd like to put this waste of a day behind me."
"Oh, come on! Don't be like that!" Mineta protested. "We've been working together for over two months now and I still barely know anything about you. I was thinking we could stay up for a bit and talk! Maybe watch a movie, or..."
"No," Ochako replied coldly, cutting the boy off. "I'm tired, Mineta. I just want to go to bed."
Mineta looked down at the floor, disappointed.
"Alright," Mineta relented. "I understand. We can go to bed."
"Stop saying 'we,'" Ochako said. "This isn't a 'we' situation. You and I might be sharing a room, but 'we' are not going to bed." Even the phrasing was enough to creep her out. "You are going to bed, and I am going to bed. Separately."
"Oh?" Mineta said, clearly confused. "I'm not sure I understand the difference."
"There's a difference," she insisted.
"If you say so," he shrugged, digging into his bag and pulling out his toothbrush, toothpaste, face lotion, and change of clothes - a white tank top and black boxer briefs.
"You're not... you're not just wearing those, are you?" Ochako asked, glancing briefly at the boxer briefs and turning away, mortified. This was a side of Mineta she could have gone her entire life without seeing.
"They're all I packed!" He said defensively. "I'm already sleeping on the floor. Can't I at least wear what I want to wear?"
Continuing to avert her eyes, she bit her lip in contemplation. He had a point. She was already controlling where he would be sleeping. Was it asking too much to have control over what he wore while he slept, too?
"Fine," Ochako sighed. "Whatever. Just... whatever." She took out her own toothbrush but left the change of clothes in the bag.
"Didn't you bring something to change into?" Mineta asked as he squeezed out a glob of toothpaste onto his toothbrush. "The Lurkers told us to!"
"I... must have forgotten them," Ochako said. "It's fine, I don't care. I'll just sleep in this."
"You're going to sleep in your hero costume?" Mineta said through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"Yes," Ochako said defensively. "It doesn't matter, just mind your own business."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."
The two brushed their teeth in silence. It was such an odd feeling, getting ready for bed beside Mineta. She and Deku had spent countless nights together. If she'd had it her way, he would have been the only boy she ever got ready for bed alongside. Yet, here she was, preparing to sleep in the same room as Mineta. She was making a conscious effort not to make eye contact with him. Although the act of brushing their teeth was inherently plutonic, there was an odd sense of intimacy about it. Something private. As simple as it was, it was still far more intimate than Ochako had ever intended on being with the likes of Mineta.
Once they were finished, Ochako sat on the bed and toyed idly with her phone for a moment. Deku had not messaged, but he had promised to call her back later. Dismally, she doubted whether he would or not. Likely, he would find himself far too busy with whatever was going on at the Nighteye agency to recall something as insignificant as calling his girlfriend.
"Man, this thing sure is nice!" Mineta said in awe as he stood beside the shower.
Ochako glanced up at it. Although she still could not grasp for what purpose a shower would be placed in the middle of a bedroom, she couldn't help but agree with him. The shower took up the back corner of the room. Its nozzle sat upon the ceiling, wide and large, as though the water would pour down upon the user like rain from the sky. The glass was crystal clear, without so much as a smudge on any side. The tile floor sloped gently downward toward the drain, and hanging on one side stood an assortment of shampoos, conditioners, body washes, and lotions. Beside the shower, hanging on the wall, sat large, white, fluffed robes that looked to be wonderfully soft and warm, and a pair of matching slippers. Staring at the shower only served to frustrate her further. She had never seen its like before. It was a slice of luxury hitherto unknown to her, growing up impoverished as she had. What she wouldn't have given to spend hours soaking in the shower, then curling up on her bed, wrapped tightly in her robe, playing with herself until she felt all of the irritations and stress drain from her body.
But the little creep had thrown a wrench in all of those plans.
"I can't wait to try it out!" Mineta declared, stepping into it and turning on the water.
"Wait, what?" Ochako demanded, standing up from her bed and facing the boy.
"What?" Mineta asked, sounding agitated.
"You're not... you're not showering! Not here! Not now! Not in that!" She ordered, pointing at the shower. "Not while I'm here!"
"You don't want me to sleep on the bed. You don't want me sleeping in my pajamas. And now you don't want me to shower either?"
"Yes, I don't want you to shower! Why would I want that? I'm right here! The shower is in the middle of the bedroom! I don't want to see that!"
"Look, Ochako," Mineta said, turning to her. The shower, already hot, was running beside him. Already, steam was beginning to billow out of it into the room. "I know what I said earlier. I know I was annoying, and I know that you're having a bad day. I can understand that. But you're being unreasonable. Have you even considered that maybe I don't like this situation anymore than you do?"
"Yeah, I'm sure you're hating this," Ochako scoffed, knowing that this night alone had been more interaction with the opposite sex for him than he had likely ever experienced in his lifetime.
"Alright, I'll admit I was excited at first," Mineta submitted. "But I have to be honest, at this point, the excitement has worn off. I just want to use this beautiful shower and go to bed. You know, on the floor?"
Ochako could not believe the tone with which he spoke to her. By what right did this creep speak to her that way? As though she was the problem!
"You are unbelievable!" Ochako groaned.
"You're free to think whatever you'd like about me," Mineta said. "But this room is just as much my room as it is yours. I'm going to take a shower. If you don't like that, then you can either close your eyes or go somewhere else."
"Then I'm leaving!" She stood in a flash and made for the door. This was ridiculous. She had no idea where she would go, but anywhere was better than being stuck in a room where Mineta was showering. A walk around the city wouldn't be so bad.
"Fine!" Mineta said, laughing. "Be my guest. But I should warn you, I love a nice long soak."
"What do you mean?" She said, stopping.
"I mean, usually my showers last for well over an hour," he said, throwing up his hands. "And in a shower like this? Who knows how long I'll be in it. I bet there's no end to the warm water here. I think I'll go until I'm nice and pruned."
"Mineta... please," Ochako pleaded. "I can't just wander around the city aimlessly for an hour!" The tears were returning. She attempted to blink them back, not wishing for Mineta to see the effect he was having on her. "I'm... I'm tired!"
"Then go to sleep!" Mineta insisted. "I'm not making you leave!"
"You're not exactly giving me an option."
"I am, although it might not seem like an option to you. Stay or go, I don't care. I'm just making sure that your decision is well informed."
Ochako stared at him incredulously. The steam was thickening the room, although most of it seemed to be escaping through well-placed ventilation scattered throughout the ceiling.
"Do you realize how immature you're being?" She sneered.
" I'm being immature?" Mineta snapped back. "You're the one having a total meltdown over a little bit of nudity! Are you really that unprofessional? I had no idea you were such a prude. Have you and Midoriya even kissed yet?"
"Don't talk to me about Deku." She crossed her arms and turned around. The insolence of the boy was bordering on insanity. Just who exactly did he think he was?
"Whatever. I'm taking my shower." She heard the glass door opening.
"I'm turning the lights off," Ochako said. "I'm trying to go to bed. I don't want to risk seeing anything."
"I'm not showering in the dark! At least keep one light on. I won't be able to see the controls or the bottles!"
"Fine!" Ochako snapped, nearly stomping as she walked over to the lights. Why couldn't this day just be over already? She toyed with the lights until only a dim one positioned directly within the shower remained on. The room was cast in a dull, yellow hue that made the room feel calm. Despite her current feelings, she couldn't help but think about how romantic the room might have been had she been staying in it with Deku.
“Can I take my shower now?” Mineta asked, staring at her.
“Do whatever you want,” Ochako threw up her hands. “It’s your room too, after all!”
Ochako laid on the bed and turned to the side, throwing the blanket over top of her as she did so. She stared fixedly at the wall, her heart beating quickly in disbelief as to what was happening. What would Deku think if he ever found out about this? The thought made her anxious. He would know that she would never stoop so low as to leave him for this beast, wouldn’t he?
She had been clinging to some semblance of hope that Mineta would reconsider his decision. With dread, she heard the sound of his spandex shuffling and flopping onto the floor, followed by the sound of the shower door opening and then closing again. The sound of wet feet on tile. What was she thinking? Of course he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to be naked in such close proximity to a girl - even if that girl were repulsed by him.
This was really happening. Mineta was bathing only feet away from him. His grotesque, nude form was there for her to see, should she wish it.
She did not.
Instead, she shut her eyes resolutely and kept her back to the shower. She would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that she had seen him naked. It was exactly what he wanted. If she had, she would hold that simple fact over her head. With a growing knot of uncertainty, she wondered what sort of tales he was spinning in his mind, even now, that he might relay to the other boys at school. Would those tales find their way to Deku? Ochako did not wish him to know the true details of this night. There was no right way to tell her boyfriend that she had spent a night alone in a hotel room with another boy and that he had showered beside her. But if Mineta felt boastful of such a thing, which she feared he would, then she would have to get out in front of it. She would need to tell Deku. But how could she?
Behind her, she heard the sounds of water sloshing off the sides of Mineta onto the tiled floor below. The water streamed down onto his hair. In her mind, she couldn’t help but picture the scene behind her. She tried to think of anything else, but she was forcefully reminded of her present situation due to the sounds. The more she attempted to ignore them, the louder they seemed to become, until her ears were numb with the ringing of water.
Just sleep! Ochako told herself. Sleep! Everything will go faster if you sleep!
But she couldn’t. Although her eyelids felt ten times as heavy, and although her brain seemed to throb with tension and exhaustion, sleep would not come to her.
Then, he began talking.
“This shower is insane!” He said with a sigh of content. His voice pierced through the white noise of the water like a knife in Ochako’s psyche. “Seriously, you’ve got to try it.”
“Yeah, totally!” Ochako replied, her voice oozing with sarcasm. “I’m sure you’d love that.”
“I wouldn’t look!” He promised. Even without looking, she could practically see the baleful expression brought on by his obvious lie.
“Do you really expect me to believe that? Just let me go to sleep.”
“Okay, maybe I would,” he relented, chuckling. “What’s wrong with a little peek? It’s just a body. You can look over here if you’d like!”
“I can’t think of anything I’d like to do less than that,” she said. “And it’s not ‘just a body.’ It’s my body. And I get to choose who sees it.” Why was she even entertaining this discussion? As vile as he was, even this conversation would likely arouse the pathetic boy. She thought then of Deku. The only one she would ever allow to see her in such a way. She longed for him. As soon as she saw him again, it would all be okay. The feel of his arms around her. The feeling of him inside of her. The thought frustrated her, and she again envisioned the night of self pleasure that this wretched creature was depriving her of.
“Meaning Midoriya, right?” He asked, cutting off her thoughts.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Such a prude,” he snorted, continuing to wash. “A girl like you shouldn’t be so bashful.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, a girl with your figure shouldn’t be so matronly.”
“Stop talking about my figure, you little freak.”
“Suit yourself,” he said indifferently. “You’d be a lot more fun if you weren’t so dignified though.”
“That’s good to know. I care deeply about your opinion of me, after all.”
“The sarcasm is getting a bit repetitive,” Mineta chuckled. “I’m just being honest with you. A good friend is honest with their friends.”
“I see. Well then, be sure to let me know if one of my good friends gets here any time soon so they can offer me their input. Until then, you can keep quiet.”
“Fine. But don’t come crying to me when Midoriya moves onto someone more exciting once he gets bored of you.”
“What are you talking about? Midoriya loves me for me,” Ochako protested. Her tone wavered slightly as she said this. Mineta had no clue how close to home his words had just struck her. Awata’s face seemed to flash across her mind.
“I’m sure that’s what he’s telling you now,” Mineta continued. “And since it’s all so new to him, I’m sure he really does find you exciting! But eventually, if you keep this ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude about everything, he’s going to get bored of it. And he’s going to move on to a girl that isn’t so put off by the mere discussion of nudity.”
“I’m not put off by the discussion of nudity!” She cut in, feeling her face grow warm. “I’m only put off by the discussion of your nudity! There’s a difference!”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself!” Mineta laughed.
His mockery seemed to bore into her skull. There was no escape from these feelings of anger. She clenched her teeth and toes, trying to rid her mind of it and the image of Midoriya and Awata alone together. Nothing seemed to help.
What if he was right? What if Deku did grow bored of her? What if he already had, and he had already moved on with Awata. Was he waiting to return from the Work Study to tell her that they were finished? She felt a lump forming in her throat. The more she considered it, the more things made sense. How distant he had grown. The amount of time he spent with Awata. The lack of desire to join her on her Work Study.
Once more she felt the tears brim around her eyes. Though her eyes remained shut, the tears trickled through.
Her mind drifted off to scenes of Deku and Awata, embracing as Deku and herself had once done. Kissing. Making love.
Insecure as she was and so willing to believe that something would spoil her first love, by the time sleep took her at last, she was all but certain of one thing.
Her Deku had moved on.
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Although she could not recall falling asleep, she supposed she had. Awake, she kept her eyes held shut, willing herself back into the bliss, but it would not return. It could not have been a long sleep, and yet there was something different. Something about the noise in the room. Or lack thereof.
The shower was off. She could tell through her shuttered eyelids that a light was still on in the room, and yet all seemed silent.
Thankful for the respite, she sighed, turning onto her back. She opened her eyes to see what Mineta was up to now and to inquire as to why the light was still on.
She shut them again instantly.
Just pretend you're still asleep. Just pretend you're sleeping. Just sleep. Just sleep! Her mind seemed to scream at her.
She tried to will away what she had seen. Her eyes had slammed shut again before her mind had even had time to process what it was looking at. Only her instincts told her that something was wrong. Now, her mind, lagging behind, was catching up. Understanding. Reliving.
There, standing at the foot of her bed, had been Mineta.
He had finished showering. That much she had judged accurately. What she had misjudged, however, was just how long it had been since he had finished.
How poorly timed her glance had been. Her eyes had opened at the exact moment that Mineta was unraveling himself from his towel.
In that moment, Ochako had seen Mineta. Seen Mineta in all his naked glory. Every inch of the boy that Ochako had ever known, and every inch of the boy that she had never wished to know.
Helplessly, her brain replayed the scene in her head. He was skinny, yet toned. The definition of his muscles looked odd on his tiny frame, but Ocahko could not help but admit that he was in better shape than she might have guessed. She supposed it was only natural, given all of their stringent hero training.
But that was far from the worst of it.
The worst was the thing that hung between his legs.
She saw then that while the powers above might have seen fit to curse Mineta with his stunted body, they had clearly seen fit to balance him out in other ways. As cursed as he might have seemed, he had been blessed with a penis that was so large, it looked all but unnatural in proportion to his body, hanging heavily beneath him as it had been.
Even in its flaccid state, she was mortified to learn that Mineta's member dwarfed even Deku's, whom she had always believed to be well-endowed. However, well-endowed did not even begin to describe what she had just witnessed.
I didn't know what I was looking at, she told herself. I was only seeing things. It's not true. It can't be true. It doesn't make any sense.
Gripped by a sudden madness, she decided then that she needed to know for sure.
She opened her eyes again. This time, she opened them slowly, and so narrowly that she could hardly ascertain what it was she was looking at, her vision blocked partially by her eyelashes. She saw movement. Saw Mineta. Her eyes traced the line of the boy's purple hair, down his chest, past his abs, and to his waist.
And she saw it.
A serpent, so massive that its very presence was intimidating. So large, it seemed to emit its own undeniable pressure.
Her breath caught in her throat, and again she shut her eyes.
Her heart was pounding so intensely that she felt certain he could hear it. She cursed to herself as her face began to betray her, flushing a deep, reddish hue as it so often did in these situations.
It was real. To her absolute horror and dread, she had just laid eyes upon the largest penis she had ever seen. She judged it to be nearly a foot long, if only an inch or two under, and almost as thick as a can of soda. A tuft of curly, purple hair covered its base and the area around it.
She tried to breathe silently and deeply, in through her nose and out through her mouth. Tried desperately to hold still so as not to draw attention to the fact that she was indeed awake.
She was horrified.
But that was not the worst of it.
The worst part was that she couldn't tell which aspect of it was more horrifying to her. The fact that that penis belonged to such a creature as despicable as Mineta, or the fact that, laying there awake beside the nude boy, her heart racing...
She was aroused.