Off to lunch, after dropping Kasumi off in Chiyo's office to sleep off the Sex haze.

Izuku walked down the hall to the cafeteria, having just put Kasumi to bed in Chiyo's office. Not the infirmary proper, but Chiyo's actual office. The heroine had a little bedroom set up in her office on the chance she needed to make overnight stays for whatever reason, as she would be **** to do with Aizawa until his recovery. It would keep her modesty intact while she recovered better than the open infirmary would.

"You really didn't take it easy on her, did you dear." Chiyo said, smiling as Izuku tucked the girl into the bed after cleaning her up in Chiyo's private bathroom. He'd made sure to wash all evidence of her use of the services he provided away as best he could, though he couldn't do anything for any bruising that may happen to show up.

"She asked for it," Izuku told the eternally young heroine, giving her a kiss as he hugged her. "But beyond that, I can't say. Like I told Nemuri, professional courtesy."

"I understand." Chiyo nodded, returning the hug with a small smile. She was a fan of the more intimate forms of affection rather than the hot and heavy, the flirty or the raunchy sort. "You're just lucky Aizawa's still asleep, otherwise I suspect the girl would be trying to kill you in her current state."

"Probably." Izuku snorted a bit. "Anyway, I think it's safe to assume that Kasumi'll be out at least until school ends. I'll take notes for her, and please call me here when she wakes up. We were talking before this," He gestured to the **** Kasumi, though if it was his quirk's stamina draining capabilities or the sheer amount of times Kasumi had hit her limit on pleasure he couldn't quite tell. "And I think she'll want to finish discussing it as soon as possible."

"You're too good, you know that?" Chiyo laughed, giving him another kiss as she pushed him out the door. "Alright dear, you go get some lunch in you. If she wakes up you'll be the first to know besides me, okay? And don't forget your meeting with Nezu. You won't like him if you miss meeting with him."

"I won't. Love you, Chiyo."

"I love you too, Izuku."

And that was all that needed to be said between them about that. It was a fact as true as the sky was blue, grass was green or quirks were bullshit. Indisputable, undeniable, unbreakable truth.

Izuku walked into the cafeteria, a spring in his step. He felt really good, and not just because Kasumi had given him a decent boost of Incubus Fuel and that made him super energetic while it settled into the rest of his stores.

He felt like he had a way to reconnect with the blonde haired rage machine finally, after all these years. He could tell that during their 'session' that, for as long as she could function, she had seen him as something much more than a Deku, a useless wooden puppet that she used to kick around. While he wasn't sure what, exactly, she saw him as, it had been something which was the important part. Though he didn't quite understand what she meant when she said "I fucking do, I guess." he felt that whatever troubles they had were, while not gone, were already quickly fading away.

While they definitely weren't friends again yet, it would be much easier than if this hadn't happened.

Maybe I should buy something for Nemuri. It was her crazy stupidly brilliant idea that led to this, after all. Maybe I can get her some imported perfume. She likes those, on occasion. But, maybe I should also surprise her by cleaning up her apartment one of these days while she's out on patrol. I have the energy to do it, and it's really no trouble. Izuku hummed in thought.

Grabbing his tray, Izuku moved up to where Musei was sitting on a stool in her incredibly concealing hero costume. Unless you'd seen her without it on, you'd assume she was male... or a robot with that mask of hers. She was idly reading a magazine, lazily flipping page after page.

"Good afternoon Lunchrush." Izuku smiled at the woman, who gave him a thumbs up. "So, what do we have for today?"

The chef heroine lifted the lids off the hot cases and ice boxes, showing a variety of dishes from around the world, as usual.

"Hmm, I think I'll go light today. We have hero training later, and it's probably going to be intense. So, I'll take some white rice, some curried vegetables and a bit of baked fish please, extra lemon." Izuku said, getting another thumbs up as Musei quickly dished out the requested dishes on his outstretched plate. Alongside the curried vegetables, she plopped down a few pickled plums. "Oh, right. To counteract the heat from the curry. Thank you." He smiled at the woman, who nodded and sat back down.

Musei was the least open with her affections, at least in public. A very private woman, to be sure. It didn't help that she was actually mute, an accident causing horrible damage to her vocal cords when she was young and was messing around with her quirk. If she had something to say, she would use sign language or one of those text to speech apps on her phone.

In private, the chef was very demure, often acting like a happy housewife. She loved domestic duties, beyond just cooking, and when feeling frisky she was very insistent on slow, gentle sex. Something Izuku was more than happy to give her, as the woman had made it known she wanted children almost as bad as Ryuko.

For all the flavors she worked with, she was a vanilla woman through and through.

Izuku looked around the room, seeing who all was there from his class, or maybe from 1-B. It wouldn't hurt to try to make more connections beyond class, after all.