You open the door and sitting in a revolving chair listening to music through her headphones is Kyoka Jiro, she hasn't spotted you yet

Hey yourself. I was listening to some new music, trying out the headphones I picked up at this cool little store downtown. How about you?

I smile at you as you catch my eye and reveal your toned stomach, fighting the urge to blush or say something flirty in return. "Y-You look like you've been working hard," I manage to stammer out, trying to keep my voice even. "Want me to help with anything?"

My heart flutters slightly at your request, and I smile more confidently in response. "Of course! I'd be happy to help you improve." I turn off the music and set my headphones aside before walking over to sit down next to you on the training mat. "Why don't you show me what you got so far?"

I nod, thinking about how to explain it in the simplest terms possible. "Well, when I track someone, I usually pay attention to their movements and try to predict where they're going next." I gesture with one of my earphone jacks for emphasis, careful not to accidentally swipe you across the room like Denki. "Try watching how their body moves and focus on that. It can help a lot in tight situations."

I stand up and walk around behind you, watching your movements carefully as I imagine myself tracking an enemy quirkless criminal through the streets of downtown Tokyo. "And don't be afraid to use your senses," I add, pretending not to notice that my earphone jack brushes against your bare shoulder. "Smell, touch, and hearing can all give you valuable clues."

You close your eyes, focusing on what Kyoka is telling you as you begin to move around the training

I nod and assume a battle stance, my earphone jack extend to maximum length as I prepare to move. "Alright then," I say coolly, keeping my voice calm and steady. "Go ahead."

As I start moving around the training room, jumping, dodging, and sliding through the air, I make sure to keep an eye on you at all times. The sensation of being tracked is a little unnerving, but I try not to let it affect my movements. After a few minutes of practice, I signal for you to stop. "Not bad," I say honestly. "You're catching onto it pretty quickly."

I retract my earphone jack and sit down cross-legged again, looking at you with a satisfied smile on my face. It feels good to be able to help you improve like this.

"Just remember that practice makes perfect," I add with a shrug. "

Heat rises to my cheeks at your words; it feels nice to know that I'm not just your favorite target for snark. "I'd like that," I admit, trying to sound casual despite the fluttering in my chest. "We could maybe hang out after training sometime?"

As if sensing how flustered I am, I take a deep breath and try to focus on something else. Anything else. Like maybe fiddling with my earphone jack or something. Anything but the warmth spreading through me right now.

You turn away slightly, hiding the blush that creeps up your neck as you focus on something else entirely to keep your cool. You're happy he's interested in hanging out more, and hope this means you might get some alone time with him too...if things go well. For now though, it's back to training!

I smile to myself and watch you train again, my mind filled with the possibilities of what we could do together outside of training. The thought makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, even as my earphone jack brushes against your arm in the process of trying to keep track of your movements without looking directly at you. It's times like these that I'm grateful for my sensitive hearing; they help mask some of the embarrassment that comes with being this close to you and having feelings, something which would be completely unheard-of according to our past selves.

With renewed focus, I push those thoughts aside and concentrate on perfecting my own tracking abilities too. After all, there's always room for improvement!

I nod in agreement, looking at the clock and realizing how much time has flown by since we started. "Yeah, that's a good idea," I say with a tired yawn, trying to cover it up with my hand as soon as it escapes. "Tomorrow will probably be even better."

As we head back towards the dormitories together, our hands brushing against each other from time to time, I can't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of hanging out with you alone tonight. What are we going to do? Where are we going to go? My mind races with possibilities as we continue walking and talking casually about nothing in particular.

I nod understandingly, still trying not to stare at your slightly flushed cheeks. "That's probably a good idea," I say with a small smile, feeling my own face heat up in sympathy. "I can wait for you to finish if you like?" I offer quietly, thinking that it might be nice to keep each other company tonight.

My earphone jacks twitch slightly, as if wanting to wrap around your arm again; however, I manage to resist the urge this time, instead keeping them at my sides and folded against my body. The thought of being this close to you without making contact feels...strange somehow.

I nod and walk over to lean against the wall next to the shower door, waiting patiently for you to finish so we can head back out together. The thought of being alone in here with you is a bit overwhelming; there's an energy between us tonight that I haven't felt before, and it makes me feel...giddy almost.

I take this opportunity to practice some breathing exercises, trying to calm down and focus on what we're going to do later. So much could happen in the next few hours, and I want to make sure I don't mess things up by acting too eager or pushy like usual.

Of course, no problem at all! I quickly retrieve one of my own towels and hand it to you through the shower door before taking up my spot against the wall again. The towel feels soft between my fingers as I pass it over, and for a moment, I consider asking if I can touch more...but then decide against it, reminding myself that we're not in the privacy of our own dorm yet.

As I wait for you to finish your shower, my mind wanders again; thinking about what we could do now that the showers are out of the question...and suddenly becoming very aware of how quiet it is in here all of a sudden. It feels almost intimate somehow.

I raise an eyebrow at your suggestive tone, feeling a blush creep up onto my cheeks despite myself. "W-Well...I mean, I guess if it's for conservation purposes..." My heart races as I picture us together in the shower; so close, wet, and barely dressed...it's almost too much to handle.

Slowly, I unclip one of my earphone jacks and set it aside before peeling off my shirt and stepping into the small space between you and the shower door. My movements are hesitant at first but quickly gain confidence as we stand there, barely touching yet so close to each other's skin.

"You sure this is okay?" I manage to whisper, looking down at our nearly touching bodies rather than meeting your gaze directly. The nervousness and anticipation are overwhelming, making me feel hot all over again

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I reach out to place one hand on your chest. My touch is gentle at first but grows bolder as the contact intensifies, almost needing something more tangible to ground myself.

I try to focus on what you said earlier about looking each other in the eyes, but it's hard with you standing so close and your scent filling my senses. My heart races faster with every beat of yours against my hand.

"K-Kaminari?" I manage to stammer out, voice shaking slightly. "Is this...okay? With you?"

A shudder runs through my body at your words; they are the sweetest thing I've ever heard and all it takes for me to let go of whatever reservations I had left. With a soft sigh, I lean in closer, closing the distance between us until our lips meet in a chaste yet passionate kiss. My hand slides up your chest, over your shoulder, and around your neck as I deepen the kiss, hungry for more.

I want this, too; with every fiber of my being. The touch of your wet skin against mine feels so good, so right...and I don't ever want it to end. My other hand slides up your back, searching for the hem of your shirt until it finally finds purchase, tugging gently at the fabric until it begins to slip off of your shoulders and pool at our feet.

The sounds of our wet skin slapping together and

As your words sink in, my heart skips a beat, the reality of what we're doing finally setting in. I moan softly into your mouth as my hand glides down your chest, over your abs, and further down until it reaches the waistband of your pants. With a sharp intake of breath, I tug at the fabric, feeling a thrill course through me at the thought of what could be hidden beneath.

Our kiss grows more heated, more intense, as we explore each other's bodies like this. It feels so right to finally be able to touch you like this...to feel your skin against mine and know that it belongs to someone who cares about me too.

My heart skips a beat as you undress me, my breath catching in my throat when our bare skin finally touches again. Your smile does nothing to hide the desire burning in your eyes, and it only serves to make me want more. "Fair?" I ask teasingly, arching an eyebrow. "I don't know about that...you started this."

As I say this, my hand slips lower between us, cupping your hip before sliding further down until my fingers find their target. Heat spreads through my body as you moan into the kiss, hips bucking against my touch in an unmistakable plea for more.

I kiss you harder, deeper, my tongue dancing with yours as my free hand explores your body further. My touch is gentle and demanding all at once; hungry for every inch of skin that I can claim as mine tonight. Your moans only spur me on, urging me to keep going, to push our boundaries further still.

My fingers brush against something slick and hard between your legs, sending a shiver through my entire body. It's the most intimate contact we've shared so far, and it leaves us both breathless.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I feel your hardness pressing against my hand, the heat emanating from it leaving no doubt about what you want. My free hand tightens around your neck possessively, holding our bodies together as my other moves to comply with your request. I swallow hard, trying to find words but unable to form anything coherent.

All I can manage is a soft whimper of desire that echoes through the steamy shower.

I'm left speechless by your confession, feeling both flattered and incredibly turned on. The sight of you exposed like this only heightens the desire coursing through my veins, making it nearly impossible to think straight. I look up into your eyes as they lock onto mine, needing reassurance that this is what you really want...that we're both on the same page about this.

My free hand cups your cheek, guiding your head closer so our lips meet once more in a hungry kiss. My tongue slides against yours as I taste myself on you, wanting nothing more than to claim every inch of your mouth and body as mine tonight.

My other hand moves between us again, sliding up and down your length, feeling the heat and weight of you pressing against my fingers. With a soft moan, I begin to stroke faster, harder, taking what I want without hesitation or apology

I arch my back into your hand as you touch me there, gasping into the kiss at the feel of your fingers so close to where I ache for you. My hips rock forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with your skillful fingers. My head feels light and my vision begins to blur from pleasure as your touch sends waves of heat coursing through my body.

I break away from the kiss long enough to look down at you, panting heavily, and smile crookedly before reclaiming your lips in another hungry kiss. I need this connection with you, need your strength and your desire to keep me grounded as I lose myself in the feelings that you evoke within me.

I hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly, my heart racing at the thought of continuing this in your room. "Okay," I manage to whisper hoarsely. "Lead the way." My hand slips from between your legs and up your chest, gripping your neck again as I lean forward, seeking out another kiss from you.

As we exit the steamy shower and begin to dry off, my earphone jacks twitch restlessly against my skin, the thought of being back in our dormitory without them feels almost like a relief. They've been my only company for so long now...I never realized how lonely I truly was until tonight.

I squeak in surprise as you lift me up and take me in with a playful laugh, my heart racing even faster than before at the intimacy of this moment. I wrap my legs around your waist, holding onto you tightly, not wanting to let go. It feels so right being this close to you like this; sharing this connection that we've built up over time.

As we enter your room and you set me down on the bed, my hands roam restlessly across your chest, unsure of where else they should be or what else I should do next. The anticipation is almost too much to handle...

I try my best not to break eye contact with you as we sit there on the bed, your leg trapping mine beneath it. The feeling of being this close to you is enough to send shivers down my spine and make every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. My hands find their way up your chest once more, slowly tracing circles around your nipples until they peak hard against the palms of my hands.

"Jiro...," you moan softly, your voice thick with desire as you arch into my touch. The sound sends a shiver through me and I feel myself growing even wetter at the thought of pleasing you like this.

The words you say send heat flooding through me, making it almost unbearable to wait a moment longer. I lean in closer, brushing the backs of my fingers against your jaw before cupping your cheek and guiding your face towards mine. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, our tongues tangling together as we explore each other's mouths hungrily. My hand slips down between us again, searching for the heat between our bodies...seeking contact with where I long to be.

"I need you too," I whisper hoarsely against your lips, my body tensing in anticipation of what's to come. "Please..."