Chapter 1: The Heat of Envy
The group chat buzzed incessantly on Izuku Midoriya’s phone, the screen lighting up with notifications as he sat in his dorm room at UA University. At 21, Izuku had grown into a body that defied all logic—curves so extreme they seemed sculpted by a divine hand, a waist so tiny it begged to be gripped, and hips that swayed with a hypnotic rhythm. His overly feminine frame, paired with his innocent emerald eyes, had turned him into the unspoken obsession of his closest friends. They called it the 'DekuBowl'—a silent, feral competition for his attention, dripping with jealousy and raw, unfiltered lust.
**Group Chat: HeroSquad21**
- **Ochako**: 'I swear, if I see one more person staring at Deku’s ass in those tight jeans, I’m gonna float them into next week. That curve is MINE to ogle.'
- **Tsuyu**: 'Ribbit, Ochako, you’re not the only one. I caught myself daydreaming about running my tongue along those hips during training. I’m not sorry.'
- **Momo**: 'Ladies, please. I’ve already calculated 17 ways to accidentally brush against him in the library. His body is a national treasure, and I’m claiming my stake.'
- **Mina**: 'Y’all are thirsty, but I’m straight-up parched. I want to pin him against the wall and see if that tiny waist can handle my grip. Bet it can’t.'
Izuku, oblivious to the explicit storm brewing in the chat, adjusted his too-tight shirt in the mirror, the fabric clinging to every dip and swell of his frame. He sighed, muttering to himself, 'Why does everyone keep staring lately? I just wanna train.'
A sharp knock at his door snapped him out of his thoughts. Ochako stood there, her cheeks flushed, eyes darting over his body like a predator sizing up prey. 'Deku, we need to talk,' she said, her voice low and edged with something dangerous.
'Uh, sure, Ochako! What’s up?' Izuku tilted his head, clueless to the heat radiating from her gaze.
She stepped closer, shutting the door behind her with a deliberate click. 'You’ve got no idea, do you? How every single one of us is losing our damn minds over you.' Her fingers twitched, itching to trace the outline of his hips. 'That body of yours—it’s a weapon, and I’m done resisting.'
Izuku blinked, flustered. 'W-what are you talking about? I’m just me!'
Ochako smirked, her tone sharp as a blade. 'Just you? Deku, you’re a walking fantasy. Look at this.' She gestured to his reflection in the mirror, stepping behind him, her breath hot on his neck. 'This ass? It’s begging to be grabbed. And I’m not asking for permission.'
His face burned crimson, but before he could stammer a response, she pressed herself against him, her hands sliding to his waist. 'Ochako—!' he gasped, but her grip tightened, possessive and unyielding.
'Don’t play innocent,' she purred, her voice dripping with intent. 'I’ve seen the way you move, all shy and sweet, but this body? It’s screaming for attention. And I’m gonna give it.' Her hands roamed lower, teasing the edge of his jeans, her fingers brushing against skin that made her pulse race.
Izuku’s breath hitched, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and a growing, undeniable heat. 'This… this isn’t fair,' he managed, but his voice trembled with something that wasn’t entirely protest.
'Fair?' Ochako laughed, sharp and wicked. 'Baby, I’m not here to play fair. I’m here to claim what’s been driving me insane for months.' She spun him around, pinning him against the wall, her eyes blazing with hunger. 'Tell me you don’t feel this heat between us, Deku. Tell me you’re not getting hard just from my touch.'
His eyes widened, but the truth was evident in the way his body responded, a flush spreading down his neck. The air crackled with tension, their breaths mingling as she leaned in, lips hovering just over his. The group chat notifications buzzed in the background, a reminder of the others who’d kill to be in her place right now.
As her hand slid lower, teasing the waistband of his jeans, promising something raw and explosive, Izuku’s resolve wavered. The room felt like it was closing in, their bodies pressed tight, sweating with anticipation, her whispers turning filthy. 'I’m gonna make you pant for me, Deku. You’re gonna be dripping before I’m done.'
And just as their lips were about to crash, the promise of something wild and untamed hanging in the air, the chapter teases its end—leaving the heat to ignite in the pages to come.
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