I walked up to Eijirou's house, ready for our study date.

This would be the first time I've been to his house. I was definitely curious.

His parents were out of town for the weekend, so I wouldn't be meeting them.

Probably for the best, honestly. I couldn't really tell them much about me.

I knocked on his door, expecting to see a smiley, shark boy.

But what I was met with instead, was...

"Bakugou? What are you doing here?" I asked curiously, as he let me in.

"Shitty hair asked me to help him study. He said you'd be coming." Bakugou sneered, as he led the way back to Eijirou's room.

Bakugou seemed pretty familiar with the house. I wonder if him and Eijirou hang out a lot.

"So he asked you to help him too, huh? Guess he wants all the help he can get." I chuckled, as we walked down the hallway.

"Yeah....BUT IF HE PASSES, IT'S BECAUSE OF MY TUTORING SKILLS. NOT YOURS." Bakugou yelled, getting himself  all worked up.

"Hah. We'll see, King Explosion Murder. We'll see." I smirked, as he opened the door to Eijirou's room.

Eijirou looked up from the table, his face lighting up when he saw me.

"Margo! You made it. Come on in!" He exclaimed, scooting over so I could sit next to him.

I smiled as I took my seat next to him, wanting to lean in and kiss him.

Then I stopped, remembering Bakugou was here.

No one could know about my relationship with Eijirou.

I simply hugged him quickly, before getting my books out.

"Margo, I'm glad you're here. Bakugou's a really aggressive teacher." Eijirou groaned out, causing the explosion boy's eyes to go wide with anger.

"I'M NOT FUCKING AGGRESSIVE! YOU'RE JUST A MORON!!" He yelled out, slamming his hands on the table.

"See?" Eijirou sighed.

"Why don't we try a different method instead, then?" I smiled, leaning in closer to Eijirou to write down some notes on his paper.

"What's wrong with my methods!?" Bakugou asked from across the table, calming down slightly.

"Nothing. This is just a different approach." I explained carefully, not wanting him to yell again.

I turned the book towards Bakugou, so he could write the problem on his paper.

While he was writing, Eijirou leaned in closer to me now.

"Mm. You smell really good." He whispered in my ear, causing me to blush slightly.

"Why, thank you." I whispered back, as Bakugou's head whipped back up.

"Okay dumb hair, it goes like this: smash this number into this number, and kill it with this number, then explode it by division into this number. Got it?!" Bakugou quickly said, pointing to the paper.

"No." Eijirou said, staring in confusion at Bakugou's paper.

"Then how about we try it my way." I smiled, explaining my version of the math problem.

"Ohhh, so the answer comes out to 120. Right?" Eijirou questioned, writing down the work.

"Correct!" I grinned, satisfied that he understood.

"Shitty people give shitty instructions to other shitty people. That's the only reason he understood." Bakugou grumbled out.

I softly rolled my eyes at his tone. "If you're gonna stay here, you need to be nice." I told Bakugou firmly.

He gave me a pouty glare, before scoffing and looking back down at his paper.

But hey, at least he was being quiet now.

.......

It had been a few hours now, and Bakugou, Eijirou, and I have done some serious studying.

"Oi Flat Chest, what did you get for number 372?" Bakugou said to me casually.

I was about to retort with a comment, before Eijirou spoke first.

"Hey man, you've gotta stop saying stuff like that!" He exclaimed, waving his hand at Bakugou in annoyance.

"I'm just calling her what she is!" Bakugou called out, starting to get annoyed.

"That's not what she is! She's got a great chest, damn it!!" Eijirou blurted out passionately, quickly turning red at his own words.

For the first time, I saw Bakugou's anger completely dissipate. He looked at me now, his eyebrows raising up in shock.

He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his laughter with stupid snorts and breaths.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing with him, watching Eijirou become a blushing, stuttering mess in front of us.

"I-I'm sorry, Margo!!! I was j-just trying to—" Eijirou stuttered, before I interrupted him.

"Thank you, Eijirou. I'm glad someone understands." I grinned, trying to ease his embarrassment.

I turned to Bakugou now, wanting to wipe that smug look off his face.

"Anyways, everyone's got a flat chest compared to Bakugou. Have you seen those double d's he's sporting? He gives all the girls a run for their money." I smirked, gesturing to Bakugou's voluptuous chest.

Eijirou was the one to burst out laughing now, as Bakugou's anger returned full force.

"DOUBLE D'S, HUH!? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK!?" He threatened, explosions popping from his palm.

"Ooo, if we're using quirks...maybe now would be a good time to make you giggle." I said, causing Eijirou to fall sideways into me from laughter.

After a few moments, he steadied himself, placing his hand firmly on my upper thigh.

I felt my breath hitch at his touch, looking over and seeing he was still busy recovering from laughter to notice.

"Oi, let's just get back to work!" Bakugou snapped, causing me to jump slightly, as I felt Eijirou's hand still on my thigh.

Man, I really wanted to kiss him.

.......

After spending four hours studying, I was more than ready for Bakugou to get the hell out of here.

Eijirou had gotten increasingly closer to me throughout the night, unknowingly making me increasingly more flustered.

The more I tried to focus on the school work, the more I imagined his lips on mine.

I looked over at him subtly, studying his perfect face, those soft, unspiked red, locks, those lips.

I shuffled a little closer to him now, needing to make the first move.

He felt me scoot closer, shooting me a soft smile, before getting back to the math problem.

I slid my hand onto his thigh now, squeezing it lightly.

He stopped writing the problem, feeling me rest my head on his shoulder now.

Bakugou was too focused on the math problem at hand to notice.

I felt Eijirou's breathing softly hitch when I leaned in close to his ear.

"I've been thinking about kissing you for hours." I whispered quietly, so Bakugou wouldn't hear.

That was all Eijirou needed to hear, as he swallowed thickly, before turning to Bakugou.

"H-Hey man. Let's call it a night. Yeah?" Eijirou stuttered out, his voice cracking a little.

Bakugou sighed tiredly, stretching his arms over his head lazily.

I looked over and saw Eijirou's face turning more red, as he intertwined our hands, from under the table.

"Yeah, fine. Alright, flat chest—I mean...whatever. It's dark. I'll walk with you. Hurry it up, and let's go." Bakugou grumbled quietly, nodding for me to follow him to the door.

"I-I'll be fine. I'm gonna go in a minute. Just finishing up this last problem." I said quietly.

Bakugou scoffed slightly, before gathering up all his things.

"Whatever. Suit yourself." He simply uttered, heading out of Eijirou's room without another word.

As soon as we heard Eijirou's front door close, we turned to each other.

He got one look at my face, before he quickly leaned in...smashing his lips to mine.

I felt my body heat up immediately, as his lips moved against mine, our kisses molding perfectly.

Eijirou and I were sitting on the floor already, being able to move closer to each other.

"Fuck, Margo." He breathed out against my lips, as I felt him suddenly grab my waist and pull me into his arms.

I was in his lap now, as I felt him sit back against the wall, running his hands up and down my back.

I gripped his shoulders, before running my hands back up to his hair, loving the soft, red tufts between my fingertips.

He groaned softly, at my actions, running his hands firmly up my waist now, before they rested on my ribs...getting very close to my breasts.

I was okay with it.

I was the one to deepen the kiss more, as I lightly pushed my tongue into Eijirou's mouth, tasting his sweetness.

My actions, caused his hands to move up higher now, as I felt him graze his hands along the curves of my breasts.

I pressed my body closer to his, giving him a little more confidence as his hands now began gently massaging my chest, causing me to let out a breathy moan.

I smiled against his lips now. "It's a nice chest, right?" I chuckled softly, teasing him lightly for his comment earlier.

I felt his lips curl up into a smile now, as he laughed gently. "Hell yeah. There's no way I'm taking that comment back." He mumbled, squeezing my breasts a little harder now, causing me to involuntarily let out another small moan.

Eijirou's lips left mine now, going to my neck.

I felt him apply soft kisses to my neck, his hot breath against my skin feeling so good.

Eijirou kissed down my neck, reaching my clothed collarbone.

I tensed slightly now, as I realized he reached a clothed part of me.

I don't think I was ready for him to take off my shirt.

Eijirou felt me tense in his arms, immediately stopping and bringing his head back up to mine.

We were both breathless, looking at each other with red cheeks and swollen lips.

He studied my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, before he spoke softly.

"I never want you to feel uncomfortable, okay?" He coaxed out, his voice coated with patience and care.

I simply nodded, still trying to compose myself from our heated moment.

After a few minutes, I looked at the clock, realizing I had to go back to the league of villains.

Eijirou looked at me, slightly deflated, knowing I had to go back.

I sighed in dread, not wanting to leave the environment I was currently in, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of Eijirou's arms.

I leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulder, hugging him tightly.

He reciprocated my hug, rubbing small circles on my back.

This was where I wanted to stay.