Jirou

Izuku nervously walks through the hallways of the girls dorm, the oaks creaking as if to tease him further. A thousand times he thought to turn back, but he persevered.

He was on a mission, after all.

Just an hour ago, Ochaco had let him know that Jirou had called for him, midnight. Exactly. Not one minute late, or there would be consequences. And Izuku knew exactly how harsh those consquences could be. If he wanted to keep his clothes on and not prance about in an apron and nothing else (which ochaco would take back before she let him go, "it doesnt belong to you smallzuku! have fun streaking back to your dorms!")

As the girls brand new, “sexy naked boy toy ****” (in the words of Ochaco) he has no right to refuse. He dreaded what was going to happen to him. He felt a blush coming to his face remembering the last time he came like this to Momos, the giggling and the things she made him do, he just hopes this one isnt as bad.

His thoughts were interrupted as he finally reached the dreaded room.

JIROU

it was written pretty clearly, but somehow the gothic and unfriendly door didn’t suit the friendly woman. He found himself finding it cute despite the situation he was currently in.

“I have more important things to worry about than Jirou architecture…” Izuku thought. “Let’s get this over with”

He raised his hand and knocked the door, leading to muffled shouts of “I’m coming!”

He heard clattering and pushing as Jirou yelped as she fel off the bed and tried to make herself presentable. Clearly she forgot that he was coming. Izuku sighed, maybe that meant she would let him off easy?

Taking just a moment too long for comfort, Jirou opened the door

“I’m sorry! I-“

Her statement stopped when she saw Izuku. Shaking and shivering in nervousness. Even with clothes on, he looked just like he did on the beach that day. She could almost see through them, with his red ass, and his small dick all on display, she felt herself growing aroused at the thought of it,

Jirou could almost imagine-

No

She must stay focused.

“Izu!” Jirou exclaimed, a happy smile on her face, but masking the intentions inside . “I’m glad you could make it!”

“… h-hi Jirou…” Izuku said.

“No need for formalities! You can come right in!”

Izuku sighed in relief. After his experience running around nude for ochaco, he was dreading a similar experience. But this seems like nothing more than a friendly hangout. As he expected Jirou isnt like that.

He muttered his thankfulness, and began to step inside.

“Ah!” Jirou shouted, scaring izuku.

“Just one more thing!”

Izuku looked at her in confusion. As Jirou gave him a dead eyes smile. Izuku felt a shiver travel through his body, not knowing what those eyes meant.

“You can call me mistress, for the rest of the time we know each other. I’ll forgive you calling me Jirou-” Jirou began, as Izukus heart sank. “JK! I’m punishing you~

Jirou smile seemed to widen

“Take off all your clothes, right now. Right there in the hallway”

Izukus heart stops.