Heyo, so yeah this will be updated daily for one week. Hope you guys like it. This is the last chapter Shindou will properly be in, and other characters come in during the next chapter. Your faves will be here soon - I promise.

CW: Non-con/awkward kissing, dub con groping, grossness, slight manipulation, eating disorder

Izumi was sitting on the grass at the fence of building four. She had managed to sign up for Harry Potter Appreciation - she was one of the last to get it. Ashido and Hagakure had gotten in just behind her, along with three others – a brown haired girl, a boy with glasses, and an extremely aggressive blond person. But Hagakure and Ashido were gone looking for Ashido's room key. She had dropped it on the way back from class.

Then Izumi saw someone coming up to her out of the corner of her eye.

"Hey!"

She looked up. Shindou was leaning over the fence. She scrambled to her feet and grinned at him. "Hey."

"Sorry about last night." He shook his head. "The principal wanted to talk to me."

"No, it's fine." Izumi shrugged. "I get it." She didn't.

"What have you signed up for?"

"Harry Potter Appreciation."

Shindou rolled his eyes. "Fuck. Yeah. Thirteen kept us in for a few minutes, so I didn't get here in time."

"Oh."

"But I got Pokémon Appreciation."

"That's good."

He grinned and looked down his nose at Izumi. That was a hard feat, given she was an inch or two taller than him. "Want to ditch Harry Potter and come with me?"

"Um..." Izumi hesitated. "I think Ashido and Hagakure want me to do this with them, and I'm already signed up."

"I'm sure they'll let you switch."

"I can't, I'm sorry. I promised Hagakure and Ashido."

"Okay, okay." Shindou sighed and shifted his weight from his left foot to his right.

It was at that moment that Hagakure and Ashido decided to return, both laughing about some inside joke. It wasn't that Izumi was jealous of them - no, that's a lie. She was absolutely jealous of them. But she couldn't blame either of them for excluding her.

"We were looking for you," Ashido said as they neared. "Come on - they're about to start the role call. Kiss your boyfriend goodbye."

Izumi froze. Boyfriend.

But she didn't get a chance to object. Shindou turned, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her towards him. Izumi tried to pull back for an instant, but in the end, she just let him kiss her. It was hard and wet and lasted too long, but he pulled away and smiled at her. "I'll see you later."

Izumi nodded and watched as he left.

Immediately, Ashido and Hagakure started to laugh. "I was joking, Izumi. Gods, you really went for it," Ashido snorted. "You just kind of fell into him."

Izumi's laugh was weak, and she tugged her All Might snapback down on her forehead a bit. "Yeah, sorry."

The entire way to the classroom for Harry Potter Appreciation, Ashido and Hagakure made fun of how Izumi kissed her boyfriend like a zombie, and eventually, Izumi just joined in.

It was dark in the classroom. Izumi sat with Shindou's arm around her shoulders, his hand clasping her arm. On the whiteboard, Grease was being projected. Only twenty or so fluent English-speakers had signed up for Grease Appreciation, and Izumi could see why.

She shook her head and turned to look at Shindou. "I don't get why people like this. The sound alone is annoying me."

"I know," Shindou sighed. "The songs aren't even any good."

Izumi didn't quite agree with that. Grease Lightning was fun to listen to, especially at the discos. But she didn't object.

She jumped an instant later when she felt his fingers brush against her breast, but didn't say anything. They were circling - maybe he was just anxious and thought it was her arm. She shifted a little. "Did they really just hallucinate making an entire car? Is this what Westerners are really like?"

"Apparently." Shindou was grinning. "Sounds like they were all really high."

Izumi hummed. His fingers were circling wider now. He had to know. But they were in public. There were two RAs at the front of the room and they were surrounded by other students. Izumi shifted again, moving her shoulder. Shindou's fingers stopped for a moment. A moment.

Then he just kept going. She couldn't breathe. She sat there, staring at a corner of the screen and not able to see anything else, shoulders tense, hardly processing anything that was happening except that Shindou was touching her chest in public, and it felt wrong.

Finally, as the circle grew larger, past where her nipple was under the padded bra she had since she was thirteen, Shindou leaned closer to her. "Do you like this?"

"No." The answer was instant, but was followed by a slight hesitation. "Not... really. Sorry."

Shindou's hand stopped moving, but he didn't pull it away. "No? Are you sure?"

Izumi nodded. Her throat burned, like bile was rising. "Positive." Her throat still didn't settle when Shindou moved his hand back to her arm.

After camp, Izumi went back to the other side of Tokyo and Shindou went back to Osaka. It was her second last year in middle school, and Shindou's first in high school, so they communicated through emails for the most part because of school and Izumi's training, and maybe once every fortnight, Shindou would call her. Izumi never called him. In fact, she tried to forget about him unless someone in school started taking the piss out of her, or grinding up against her in assembly. Then she was always quick to remind them about her seventeen-year-old boyfriend in Osaka.

They backed off then, like having a boyfriend was more valid a reason to not do that than her being uncomfortable. Maybe they really saw it like that.

But that was normal anyway. It was normal to wince when she saw Shindou's name appear on her phone. It was normal to throw the poems he gave her for her birthday into the bin after she got home. It was normal for him to yank her in for a kiss in public, even when she'd said she didn't like it all that much.

And it was normal to want to work with her mom at the shop instead of going on a date with Shindou like planned.

It was October, and his first day back in Tokyo since the summer camp. She worked behind the counter for two hours before Shindou arrived.

When he arrived, she pretended not to see him until her mom noticed. "Izumi! Shindou's here!"

She waved without looking up until she had finished packing a final bag for a customer, and then she wandered over with her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. She had worn her lucky outfit - green shirt, black jeans, red shoes, All Might snapback. It was one of her favourites. Shindou's hair was longer than at camp, brushing his shoulders.

"Good to meet you," Inko was saying. She reached out a hand to shake Shindou's.

"You too, ma'am." Shindou shook it and smiled at Izumi as she walked over. "You ready to go? The movie's in half an hour."

"Sure." Izumi gave her mom a hug and followed Shindou out of the corner store.

They took one of the buses to a theatre near the hotel he was staying in and went into Theatre 3 for Maze Runner. He grabbed Izumi's hand and held it through the entire film, even though it was so sweaty that when she finally got her hand back, Izumi had to wipe it on her shirt, and it left a mark.

Back in his room at the three-bedroomed apartment after saying hi to his mom, he pulled Izumi onto his bed and kissed her. She closed her eyes, but that made the heavy tongue in her mouth worse, so she opened them. His were closed and weird to look at, so she watched the window out of the corner of her eye. It looked out over the rest of the street, but it was hard to see the store across the way, so she was able to pretend she was somewhere else. Not home. She didn't want him near her house.

But not in his hotel room, sitting on his bed, kissing him while his mom ordered dinner from room service.

And then, as Shindou pulled away, Izumi's chest hurt when he smiled at her. She wasn't being fair.

"Sorry, I can't breathe all that well." He grabbed a roll of toilet paper off his bedside table. It was brown, and tilted under the weight of the lamp on it. "I've got a cold."

"It's fine." Izumi shook her head and sat back a bit as Shindou blew his nose.

"Thanks." He grimaced as he pulled the tissue back and dropped it into the bin. "So yeah, I guess no kissing like that for a bit."

Izumi nodded and smiled. That wasn't so bad. They could just chat or-

"Can I touch your boobs instead?"

Izumi twitched, eyes wide. But Shindou didn't say anything. "Um..." She swallowed. It had been three months. Maybe she should say yes. She didn't like it, but Shindou did, and maybe it didn't feel as bad as she was remembering when he did it at the summer camp. "Yeah... sure, go on."

Izumi adjusted how she was sitting, feet firm on the floor and hands clasped in her lap. Shindou moved closer to her and placed his hand on her right breast. His entire hand. Izumi stiffened, and her smile became more of a grimace as she stared out the window. The cloud looked like a rabbit. Or maybe a frog.

She wasn't sure how long it was before he spoke. "You're lucky. Guys don't have anything like these."

Izumi just gave him a weak chuckle and looked at the floor.

"Oh, better give the other one some attention too."

Her shoulders hunched as his hand switched breasts and she clenched her teeth. It would be over soon. It would be over soon. Her throat burned, stomach churned. It would be over soon.

Finally, he pulled his hand away. "So what was the video you wanted to show me?"

"Oh yeah." Her chest felt too tight. She couldn't breathe. "Um... if you go onto YouTube-"

Shindou moved to the rolling chair at his desk and logged onto his account. Yo. That was his first name.

Shindou Yo.

"Okay, so just... search Kids With Masks and it should come up." A podcast Izumi had made with her new friends. It was the first result - a blue background with them all in black and white wearing masks. Camie with a demon mask, Mineta with an animated one that kept disappearing as they filmed, and Izumi with her face painted like a crappy animated banshee. Underneath them in comic sans read Devil Theory.

Shindou clicked on it, and the dull pain in Izumi's stomach only grew as Camie and Mineta stared out at her. Mineta was going by Shindou O'Weedowich because he claimed Shindou looked like a drug dealer, Izumi was going by Deku, and Camie was going by Guard. It felt a little easier with the masks, but then Mineta's mask disappeared, and he stared right at Izumi as he tried to fix it on screen.

They knew.

"Where's your bathroom?"

"Just outside by my sister's room."

Izumi nodded and took a step towards the door.

"This is really cool, but I wish we could make out more," Shindou told her as she walked. "I mean, if we had protection we'd be having sex right now, so I'm kind of disappointed we can't kiss more-"

Izumi froze. His words ran through one ear and out the other. Then she just hurried out to the hall and into the bathroom. She locked the door and sank onto the toilet seat, face in her hands.

If we had protection, we'd be having sex right now.

If we had protection.

Having sex right now.

She couldn't breathe. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, but she could still feel his hands on her chest, tongue in her mouth. Calm. Calm, it was normal.

But she didn't want to do that yet.

Maybe it was a joke? Maybe he was exaggerating?

No. Maybe. Yes. No. No.

Someone knocked on the door.

"One minute."

Izumi stood up, washed her hands and face, and walked back out into the hall. A girl with Shindou's nose and slightly longer hair was standing there. She smiled. "Izumi, right?"

She nodded.

"I'm Amaterasu. Yo's sister."

"Nice to meet you." Izumi grinned at her. Then the idea hit her. "Do you want to come watch YouTube videos with us?"

"Sure. Just let me-" Amaterasu pointed to the bathroom and Izumi nodded. She waited a moment until the door was closed and locked to go back to Shindou's room.

His cat had joined him on the chair, and he grinned up at Izumi as she entered the room. "Hey. Guess what?"

Izumi paused and frowned.

Shindou's grin only grew. "I'm surrounded by pussies."

Izumi's stomach dropped but she gave a weak chuckle and sat on the corner of the bed. When Amaterasu came in, Shindou grumbled and tried to get her to leave, but Izumi kept finding excuses for her to stay until he gave up.

Inko arrived at eight that night. Shindou pulled Izumi in for a kiss, despite his sister still being there, and then Izumi darted out of his room. She thanked Shindou's mom and ran downstairs. Inko was waiting in the car, and Izumi climbed into the back.

"Hi, honey." Inko turned to smile at her from the driver's seat. "How was it?"

Izumi started to cry. Not like her usual sobbing when she just needed to let things out. Angry and scared tears, silent, slipping down her cheeks. "Don't tell dad," she whispered. "Please don't tell dad." Inko and Hisashi were divorced, but there were still the monthly visitation rights.

"What is it?" The smile was gone.

"He- he- he said the only reason we weren't having sex was because we didn't have condoms and- and he- and he grabbed my chest and I didn't want him to but I-" But she said yes. Izumi squeezed her eyes shut. "Please don't tell dad."

Izumi's hands shook as she rang Shindou's number two days after he left Tokyo. She hadn't been able to deal with school for those days, and her body still crawled, so she stuck two fingers down her throat and hurled up her meals as though it would get rid of the feeling of him. It didn't.

He answered after two dial tones. "Hello?"

"Hey, Shindou. Look, I-"

"Hey, Izumi. You won't believe what happened today-"

"We need to break up." It came out rushed and stammered; a far cry from the dignified goodbye she had planned.

The line was silent for a moment. "Why?"

"It's just... It's not working out and-" Izumi shook her head. She was sitting in her mom's bed, looking out over the car park. A tiny dog with almost golden fur was wandering around outside, but she didn't rush to take a photo of it like she normally did. "I just can't do it."

"So... You're not sure."

"No, I am. We need to break up."

"So you're not certain about breaking up."

"No, Shindou, I am."

"So... you're not sure."

Izumi's grip on her phone tightened. "Goodbye, Shindou." She hung up and deleted his number. It came up seconds later, her phone buzzing, but she pressed the red button and turned her phone on silent. When Inko checked up on her twenty minutes later, she was curled up under the blankets, completely submerged, sobbing.

Izumi never saw that dog again after that day.

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