My Boyfriend’s Boobs Are Bigger Than Mine!!

The thing was, she didn’t notice it at all…until stupid Kamnari-kun decided to take it upon himself to open his fat mouth and make an unnecessary, offhanded comment about it. She had been living in blissful ignorance, more worried about maintaining the right amount of muscle mass for her small frame and regulating her diet (not the easiest thing to do, considering how much she loved food and everything Kacchan cooked was heavenly so, of course, she always had to have seconds) while also updating her training regime to better boost her stamina. The thought hadn’t even come close to dawning on her, not with so much other stuff bouncing around in her head at any given moment. When was the last time had she even thought about her boobs? It must’ve been years ago when she and Mom had to go get her first bra. Since then she just…hadn’t paid any attention to them. They were boobs! Girls had them! What was there to think about?

Then dumb, stupid, horrible Kaminari said the thing. They’d been heading back to the dorms after a hard day of training, all of them sweaty, tired and quiet. As usual, she was glued to Kacchan, shyly staring at the defined muscles of his back, her gaze roaming greedily over the tanned skin showing through the two sizes too big tank, hoping that no one noticed how openly she was leering at her boyfriend. It had been a pleasant walk up until the point – Kacchan had even noticed her staring but didn’t say anything about it, which was telling just how worn out he was – then Kaminari said the thing. Walking nearby, hands pushed deep into his pockets, still looking a little dazed after having come too from his ‘stupid’ state, Kaminari glanced over at them, stared for a moment then declared in a slightly slurring, very loud and very amused voice, “Ha, Bakugo’s boobs are bigger than yours, Midoriya.”

Thankfully, before he could say anything more, which it definitely looked like he planned on, Jiro jumped to her rescue, snapping at Kaminari that saying shit like that was inappropriate. To make sure her point got across, she zapped him with her quirk, grabbed him by the collar and made him apologize. Midoriya, flushed from hairline to neckline, meekly accepted the apology then hurried on, slipping around until she was standing at Kacchan’s opposite side, safely hidden from the rest of the group. Frowning with annoyance, though whether it was because of what Kaminari said or because they’d been held up by Kaminari’s stupidity, she didn’t know, Kacchan glanced at her, eyebrow quirked and only got moving again when she flashed a nervous smile. The rest of the night had been uneventful. It wasn’t until the following day that the obnoxious thoughts started to roll in.

She just happened to be getting dressed at the same time of Kacchan, glanced over at him then down at herself. The motion was repeated a couple times, her gaze sliding back and forth between Kacchan’s muscular, powerful, beefy chest to the…flat slope that was her own chest. Kaminari was right…Kacchan’s pecs were bigger than her boobs. He had a defined, supple, incredible slope while she was pretty much a straight plane. There was only the smallest swell, the tiniest perk. Barely anything was there. It was at that moment that she hadn’t thought about her boobs since middle school and her boobs hadn’t bothered to grow any since then either. She was at the same size she’d been when she first started getting her boobs. Sneakily turning to look at the full length mirror that hung from her dorm door, she quickly investigated herself.

Nonexistent. Not even a handful. Her boobs were flabs of skin with small, pink nipples. She was severely lacking, especially in comparison to all the other girls in class, and to Kacchan as well…which was agitating to say the least. Shooting a look over her shoulder, knowing full well that it was silly to be annoyed that her boyfriend had bigger boobs, Midoriya sighed softly, gave her head a hard shake and told herself to get over it. It wasn’t that big of a deal so why worry about it?

Well, that was what she had told herself to do. Actually doing it, though? She almost immediately failed at that. Once she got to class, she couldn’t help but notice how the other girls had been blessed with voluptuous figures. Even Jiro, who was similarly in the flat department, had something, at least, going on. Her, though. Flat as a board. It wasn’t an exaggeration to label her chest as ‘nothing at all happening there, move along, look elsewhere, please’. Not that it was entirely surprisingly she was that way. For as long as she could remember, she had always been a stick. It was only recently that she started to put on muscle mass, which didn’t exactly help her boobs situation. If anything, she was fairly certain that her boobs might’ve even gotten smaller from all the training she had been doing! And that made things even worse! If she kept training, the tiny amount of boobs she did have might disappear altogether! It wasn’t like she could stop training, too. So, she was screwed!

Okay, she told herself after spending the entire class period stewing in righteous indignation, then don’t worry about it. Can’t do anything about it so why waste so much energy being upset? Get on with life, accept her body, accept she had small, nearly nonexistent boobs and move on. Again, easier said that done. She might’ve been able to do it, to force herself to step into the realm of positive body interpretation…if the fact that Kacchan’s pecs were bigger than hers didn’t keep coming back to nag her!

Sitting cross legged on his bed, trying her best to not look like she was staring at his bare chest, Midoriya silently watched as Kacchan folded some clothes. It was hot. The two fans posted like sentries on either side of the room were going full blast but since they’d only recently been turned back on after a long day of school and training, the room hadn’t quite cooled down yet. Still, it wasn’t like it bothered her. They didn’t have AC at home either and besides…the heat had driven Kacchan to be shirtless and that…that was a plus. Hugging her knees to her flat chest, Midoriya sighed softly. Stupid Kaminari for putting the thought in her head, stupid Kacchan for having more going on than she did. It wasn’t fair.

“You gonna keep staring or are you going to help?” Kacchan asked suddenly, tossing a newly folded shirt down onto the bed.

“You haven’t handed me anything.” Midoriya said, making a point to show that even if she flopped over, she couldn’t reach the pile of clothing.

Snorting, Kacchan tossed her way one of his shirts, which Midoriya diligently began folding. When she finished, she handed back to Kacchan, who curled his lip in disgust, “You suck at this. Never mind, I’ll do it.”

Sticking her bottom lip out in a pout, though not at all surprised that her folding skills weren’t up to par for Kacchan, Midoriya leaned back against the wall, letting her gaze slide away. She did honestly feel stupid for being this bothered by the whole thing. So, her boyfriend had bigger boobs than she did. What of it? Its not like it changed anything. Kaminari was the only one who’d even commented on such a thing and really, was she going to let herself be this upset over something that Kaminari said? The thought alone was enough to cause a flare up of self-indignation. That’s right, why did it matter so much? It wasn’t like the only guy who really mattered had ever said anything about it. Kacchan never…

Midoriya froze, her eyes widening. She honestly didn’t care what Kaminari thought, or any of the other guys for that matter. Kacchan, though…what if Kacchan was bothered by the fact that he had even bigger boobs than she did? Well, no, that wouldn’t bother him, would it? Kacchan wasn’t someone who’d even notice something like that, let alone get irked by it but…what if he didn’t like the fact that her boobs were tiny? What if he was unsatisfied with her boobs? What if he wanted her to have bigger boobs but there was no way she could have bigger boobs so he was left unhappy?! What if she could never truly satisfy him because her boobs weren’t big enough?! What if he left her for someone else who had bigger, better boobs?! What if-

A large hand waved in front of her face. Jumping backwards with a soft squeak, Midoriya’s head jerked back so quickly that she banged it against the wall. Groaning in pain, both hands clamping down onto the site of impact, Midoriya whined low in her throat. Setting a knee on the edge of the bed, Kacchan leaned down, peering into her face with a baffled look. Flushing a bright shade of her, keenly aware of how stupid she must’ve looked just then, embarrassment viciously making itself known as it mocked her mercilessly, Midoriya tried to smile but it probably ended up looking like more a grimace. Sighing softly, the kind of sound that clearly said ‘you really are an idiot’ but in the fondest way possible, Kacchan plopped down in front of her and reached up to tug her hands away so he could look at the back of her head.

“So, what is it?” He asked nonchalantly.

“What?”

Sighing again, sounding more irritated this time, Kacchan leaned back, giving her an irritated look, “Something is bothering you. Tell me what it is.”

“Nothing is bothering me.” Midoriya answered on instinct.

Kacchan stared at her for a moment then a wide, snarling grin spread across his face. It was one easily recognizable, as one that immediately roared ‘you’re in trouble!’ but before she had time to react, to babble out some kind of excuse, Midoriya found herself flat on her back. One of Kacchan’s large, hot hands slid underneath her shirt, pushing it up to expose her bare chest. The palm of his hand grazed over one of her nipples, causing her to gasp wetly as a sharp tingle rushed across her skin. Using his much larger frame to push her legs open, his other hand went down to her pants, the tips of his fingers playfully dipping under the hem. A bolt of heat rushed down to her crotch. Her pussy began to pulse in time with her rapid heartbeat. One second, she was dry; the next, soaking wet. Her heartrate picked up, the muscle slamming excitedly against the confines of her ribs. Swallowing hard, she stared up into that feral face and unconsciously spread her legs a little wider.

Bearing his teeth in the half snarl, half grin, Kacchan rasped, “Now.”

“What?”

Rolling his eyes, the smile quickly morphing into just a snarl, Kacchan spat, “Tell me now or this is where we stop.”

Gawking up at him, sternly reminding herself that this is about the fifth time this has happened and she should really know better than to get swept away so quickly by now, Midoriya opened and closed her mouth a couple times, tried to say something, found that she couldn’t then looked away, her face burning. How could she just say something like that?! It was embarrassing just to think about, let alone tell her boyfriend! A split second later, a powerful hand took hold of her jaw with pronounced gentleness. Easily guiding her head back so she had no choice but to look up at him, Kacchan firmly said, “Now.”

“It’s not a big deal.” Midoriya whined, “Really! Everything is okay, I just-“

Kacchan abruptly leaned down, bringing his face so close to hers, the tip of their noses bumped together. Glaring at her, his bright red eyes blazing, Kacchan snarled, “Spit. It. Out. Now.”

Pressing her lips together, knowing she’d gotten herself into a situation that she was getting out of unless she did as Kacchan asked, Midoriya stalled for a moment more, desperately dredging up the nerve to actually say it. Inhaling deeply, already burning with shame, she looked away and mumbled, “My boobs…”

“…ha?” Kacchan looked confused, as though he was expecting some kind of massive reveal and instead just got that. “What about ‘em?”

“They’re…tiny.”

Kacchan was quiet for a moment, then quirked one brow, “…and?”

Midoriya started slightly, her wide eyes flickering up to look at Kacchan. After studying his face, she asked hesitantly, “That…that doesn’t bother you?”

Kacchan gave her a look that clearly said ‘what? Are you stupid or something?’, “No, why would it?”

“I just thought-“

Groaning, Kacchan leaned back, frowning severely, “It’s not ‘you thought’. Someone put that stupid idea in your head and you took it and ran. Was it me? Did I say something to make you think that there’s something wrong with your boobs being small?”

“No!” Midoriya exclaimed, waving her hands frantically, “It wasn’t you, I promise! You’ve never said anything that’s made me feel self-conscious about my body.”

“Who then?” Kacchan asked darkly.

“Well, it’s just…” Midoriya trailed off, sighed then made herself continue, “Kaminari said-“

“Kaminari?” Kacchan snapped, “You’re telling me that you let something that moron said bug you? No, more importantly than that, you’re saying that you took something some guy other than me said that seriously?”

“I-!”

“Shut up!” Kacchan snarled, “Listen good, Deku cuz if I have to repeat myself in the future, it’s not gonna be fun for you. I’m already mad enough that you let some other guy have this much of an affect on you. The only opinion that matters is mine! You don’t ever listen to what any other guy or girl or whatever tells you. You only listen to me, got it?!”

“I know that, I just-!”

“I like your boobs!” Kacchan loudly exclaimed, his voice echoing off the small confines of the room, “Your boobs are cute! What did that Kaminari say, huh? What’d he say to put the idea into your head that your boobs aren’t cute?”

“He just said that yours are bigger!” Midoriya squeaked.

“What?”

“He…well, he just said that…yours,” Midoriya meekly pointed to Kacchan’s pecs, “are bigger than mine.”

“These aren’t boobs, they’re pectoral muscles.” Kacchan said flatly, “And of course, they’re bigger. That’s just how fucking anatomy works.” He was silent for a moment then snapped, “You’re telling me that all of this is because Kaminari pointed out the obvious? That’s it?”

“No, it was…” Midoriya sighed, “It was just me…being worried. I’m putting on a lot of muscle mass, my body isn’t soft like girls are supposed to be, I have no boobs, I’m flat and hard and all angles and I just…”

She trailed off, her face burning. Now that she was saying everything, it all felt so stupid. Covering her face with her hand, she sniffled quietly. Stupid Kaminari, if he hadn’t brought her attention to this whole dumb thing, she wouldn’t be in this situation! She could’ve just had a nice night with Kacchan! But no, she had to lying here, wallowing in embarrassment and self-pity because her boobs weren’t big enough! There came a harsh sigh from somewhere above her, followed by Kacchan gently tugging her hand away from her face. The moment the obstruction was moved away, her vision was filled up with Kacchan’s bright red gaze. Pushing forward, he gently pressed his lips to her, then flicked his tongue out to playfully lick the seam.

“You really are an idiot.” He said softly, warm breath puffing against her skin, “You’ve got bony elbows, a flat ass and no boobs, and you’re so fucking cute, it drives me crazy. Do you know how hard it is to control myself when we’re training together? When we’re in the classroom? I get one look at you out of the corner of my eye and can barely keep myself from throwing myself at you. ‘My body isn’t soft like girls are supposed to be’, why the fuck would you think I’d care about something like that? I like your boobs, I like your butt, I like your angles and hands and legs and every inch of you. But…”

Kacchan leaned back, a predatory grin spreading across his face, “You aren’t gonna believe me if I just tell you.”

“I do…” Midoriya murmured, staring up at him with wide eyes, a blossom of warmth blooming in her chest. This was the most honest and straightforward she’d ever seen Kacchan. It was a little embarrassing for him to be saying all that kind of stuff straight to her face. “Are you mad at me?”

“Nah,” Kacchan rolled one shoulder, “you’re a helpless idiot who gets so wrapped up in your own thoughts, you don’t take the time to actually ask if there’s any credence to them but that’s just who you are so I’ve learned not to be mad when you do something like this.”

“That’s mean.” Midoriya stuck out her bottom lip in an over-exaggerated pout. “You’re mean.”

“Yeah?” Kacchan laughed, a low rasping sound that made her breath speed up.

“Yeah. And you smell too.”

Kacchan snorted, what trace of anger there’d been left in his expression completely replaced with mirth. Finding herself smiling as well, Midoriya hesitated for a moment then quietly asked, “You like my boobs?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not just telling me that to make me feel better?”

Kacchan rolled his eyes, let out a harsh breath, his head dropping. Scratching the back of his neck, he growled, “See, what did I tell you? Not going to believe me if I just tell you.”

“It’s not that-“ Midoriya started to say, only for her words to get lost in a startled yelp when Kacchan abruptly sat back, grabbed the hem of her pants and yanked everything down, exposing her crotch. Placing a knee between her legs, he ground it against her, applying just the right amount of pressure in just the right place to immediately get her moaning. Gasping loudly, her eyes fluttering closed, her hips bucked, rubbing against the rough material of his pants. That erratic pulsing in her crotch started up again, this time with more fervor and excitement. Swallowing hard, already feeling dizzy and overheated, Midoriya moaned softly when one of Kacchan’s big, hot, calloused hands found her boobs. The other slipped down to replace his knee, first gently but firmly rubbing the curve of his palm against the mound of her pussy then dipping lower, the pads of his fingers expertly finding her hole.

Kacchan chuckled, “Haven’t even gotten started yet and you’re already this wet. You wanted this bad, huh?”

“S-shut up!” Midoriya whimpered, “It’s because you-!”

“That’s right,” Kacchan breathed, smoothing a hand over Midoriya’s chest, his palm brushing across her nipples, sending electric bolts of pleasure to her head and crotch, “because of me. No one else gets to see you like this, no one else can make you like this. You’re mine, Deku. Every breath, every heartbeat, every bead of sweat, every inch of your skin, every part of you is mine. Got it?”

“Jeez.” Midoriya shakily laughed, pushing her slender fingers through Kacchan’s sweat dampened hair, “Your possessive side is showing again.”

“Whose fault do you think that is?” Kacchan growled, dipping down to tantalizing lick one of her nipples, causing her to moan loudly. “Moron, getting all worked up because of something like that. I’ll fucking show you just how much I love your cute boobs then you’ll never question it again!”

Midoriya cried out, her body trembling. One of Kacchan’s thick fingers pushed in deep, rubbing teasingly against the interior of her pussy. It slipped in easily, meeting no resistance as her pussy hungrily swallowed up the invading digit. Without giving her time to adjust, Kacchan added another then another, thrusting his fingers in and out, quickly finding that one spot inside her that made stars burst in front of her eyes. Panting rapidly, arms wound around Kacchan’s shoulders, toes curled tightly, mouth hanging open, Midoriya shuddered hard when Kacchan’s mouth clamped down on one of her nipples. A hot, talented tongue played with the hardened nub. Not about to leave the other one all on its own, Kacchan caressed and fondled her boob with just the right amount of roughness, using his hot, calloused skin to ramp up the sensation even further. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t hold back the moans and mews pouring out of her. Good, it felt so good! Kacchan was focusing so much attention on her boobs. She couldn’t figure out what felt better, her boobs or her pussy.

Pulling away with a wet gasp, Kacchan licked a broad swipe across her nipple before playfully taking the hardened nub between his teeth. Not quite a bite but the pressure of his teeth pressing down on the sensitive area, combined with a slight pull back, had her mewling with pleasure, a hard throb radiating out from the base of her belly. If…if he did that again, she was going to cum! Grinning widely, looking very proud of himself, Kacchan said in a low, raspy voice, “Does it feel good, Deku?”

“D-don’t ask me!” Midoriya panted, turning her face away so he couldn’t see the embarrassing expression she knew she had to be making.

Laughing softly, Kacchan kissed up the curve of her throat, nipping and sucking as he went. Chomping down playfully on the swell of her cheek, he murmured, one hand still roughly fondling her boob, the pad of his thumb flicking her nipple, “I really do love your boobs. They’re so cute and nice to play with. I don’t need anything else, I don’t want anything else. If you get muscular, I love you. If you get fat, I love you. What your body looks like doesn’t matter to me, I love you no matter what. You’ll always be so fucking adorable that it really makes me mad sometimes. Okay?”

Giggling under her breath, blinking rapidly to make sure that the tears threatening to start flowing weren’t given the chance, Midoriya turned her head back so she could look up into Kacchan’s face. The way he was looking at her…sometimes, she just had to marvel how lucky she was that she was the only one who got to see Kacchan like this. He could be so crude and crass, loud and obnoxious, and just plain annoying a lot of the times but…when push came to shove, he really knew just what to say to make her feel better. Lifting her head slightly, she kissed the corner of his lips then laughed again when Kacchan surged down, hungrily, possessively claiming her mouth. A hot, sweet tongue slipped eagerly between her part lips. Kacchan’s intense, familiar, comforting taste spread throughout her mouth. She loved him…she really loved him so much.

Breaking the kiss with a hard exhale, Kacchan’s bright gaze focused intently on her, “Cum.”

She could never say no to him. Even though she didn’t want this to end just yet, when he looked at her like that and said that one little word in that voice, she was lost to him. There was nothing she could do. Back arching, her hips straining upwards, toes curling into the blanket, Midoriya came with a wailing, keening cry. The world washed a dazzling white. Tingling pleasure cascaded through her body, starting out from her throbbing pussy, rushing through the complicated paths of nerves before finally ending up in her head as a bright burst of glee. Panting harshly, sweaty hair sticking to her forehead and the back of her neck, Midoriya happily kissed Kacchan back when he leaned in to capture her lips once more.

Sliding his fingers out, leaving her feeling unbearably empty, Kacchan glanced over at the clock sitting on the bedside table. He seemed to think for a second before shrugging, “We’ve got time before curfew.”

Midoriya glanced at the clock too, and was more than a little relieved to find that they had over 35 minutes left before it would be a little risky for her to stick around. There was a shift of movement between her legs. Turning her attention back to Kacchan, her heart leapt up into her throat at the sight of him pulling open the front of his trousers, one big hand sliding in to fetch what she really wanted (not that she’d ever tell him that). Catching her looking, Kacchan paused, a wide grin spreading across his face. Tilting his head, that flushed expression making her heart face, he said teasingly, “Pervert.”

“W-what?!” Midoriya exclaimed, quickly looking away, “I wasn’t-!”

Laughing low in his throat, Kacchan took hold of her hand, leading it to his crotch. Bringing his mouth close to her ear just as he was pushing her hand down into his underwear, her fingers sliding through the thick mess of pubic hair until her fingertips brushed against the hot length waiting inside, he whispered as she shuddered, a soft moan slipping free from her lips, “I’m all yours, too. You know that, right? This,” he pushed her hand down even further; curling his warm, calloused fingers around her other hand, he led it to his chest, pressing it down flat so she could feel the heart racing underneath, “this, everything, it’s all yours. You try to throw it away and I’ll kill you, got it?”

Eyes widening, Midoriya gasped softly then giggled, the corners of her lips curling up into a peaceful, warm smile, “Geez, way to ruin the moment, Kacchan. You don’t have to worry about that, though.”

Rubbing her forehead against his, she whispered, “Together always, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Kacchan breathed, a slight smile on his face, “Now, some punishment for taking some other guy so seriously. Brace yourself cuz I don’t plan on letting you go back to your dorm tonight.”

–

Blinking rapidly, Midoriya glanced at Kacchan over her shoulder, gesturing vaguely to the rather busy store, packed to the brim with slips, bras, panties, and other similar items, in front of them, “What’s this?”

“Lingerie store.” Kacchan said flatly with no hint of embarrassment.

“Yes, I can see that! Why are we here?”

Kacchan gave her the usual ‘what, are you stupid or something?’ look, “To buy you some bras.”

“Why? I have bras!”

“You have plain white bras that are about as flattering as granny panties.” Kacchan sighed, striding forward into the store, one hand catching her elbow, tugging her along with him, “So we’re gonna get you something that looks nice.”

“I can’t wear any of this stuff while I’m training!” Midoriya protested, her face already beginning to heat up.

Stopping in his tracks, Kacchan turned to look at her, his expression half annoyed, half incredulous, “I didn’t mean you’d wear while we’re training. You’ll wear it when you’re around me. None of this stuff is in the school’s dress code, Deku.”

“Why-?”

Groaning, Kacchan began to tug her along again, “Would you stop asking why and just pick something?!”

“Okay, okay, so yanking on me.” Midoriya pulled her arm away. Sheesh, when he got an idea in his head, there was no talking him out of it. Figuring that she might as well just go ahead and get it over with, Midoriya quietly perused the store, picking up some nice looking bras (which then either got the approval or disapproval of Kacchan, who followed closely behind her the entire time). Once she had an armful of bras that were to Kacchan’s satisfaction, she headed off to the dressing room. Slipping into the small room, Midoriya jumped slightly when, instead of waiting outside like she thought he would, Kacchan pushed in with her.

Gawking at him, she whispered frantically, “You can’t be in here!”

“Ha?” Kacchan frowned, “How else am I gonna see if they look good? You going to come out into the store and let me look?”

“No way!”

The corners of his lips curled up into a teasing grin, “Then I gotta be in here, don’t I?”

Sighing hard, knowing there was no point in trying to win that battle, Midoriya said, “No funny business. We’ll get into a lot of trouble if you’re found in here!”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up, I wanna see how they look on you.”

How did she ever get talked into this? This was not how she wanted to spend her day off, parading herself in front of her boyfriend while modeling bras. Sighing again, her head drooping slightly, Midoriya quickly went through the motions of getting her shirt and bra off, a wash of heat rushing over the surface of her skin when she noticed Kacchan’s eyes immediately dart down to her chest. He stared, shamelessly, at her, his expression unchanging as she pulled on the first bra, a lacy, pastel blue piece that was startlingly soft and comfortable. Momentarily forgetting about Kacchan, Midoriya turned to get a look at herself in the mirror. Didn’t make her look any bigger – it wasn’t padded so she supposed that wasn’t the point – but it did look good! It was even comfortable enough that she could see herself wearing it often.

“Well, what do you-“ Midoriya started to ask, only for her words to dissolve into an embarrassed squeak when Kacchan pressed against her, his large, hot hands sliding up her bare midsection to push underneath the bra she’d just put on. Sliding it up, baring her boobs, he peeked over her shoulder then at the mirror. Their eyes met, and Kacchan smiled, his eyes gleaming with a teasing glint that she didn’t care for in the slightest.

“Perfect. We’ll get this one.” He murmured, kissing the side of her neck.

“Out! If you can’t behave-!” Midoriya hissed, only to be turned around, Kacchan’s large hands cupping the sides of her face and pulled into a warm, soft kiss.

Chuckling softly, he said, his breath whispering across her lips, “You really are too fucking cute. I wanna see the other ones too.”

Glaring up at him without any real heat, Midoriya huffed, “Do you wanna see them or do you want to just look at my boobs?”

Offering a lopsided smile, Kacchan said, “Both.”

“You’re impossible.” Midoriya groaned, batting his hands away. Turning back around, she got the bra off, tossed it aside then, with a huff, grabbed the next one. He was impossible, annoying, obnoxious, arrogant and bullheaded but…it wasn’t like she disliked that. Midoriya glanced at Kacchan over her shoulder, flushing when their eyes met. No, she didn’t dislike it at all.