Izuku Midoriya.. certainly wasn't the best looking in middle school. That was when you first recalled ever noticing him, anyway. He was practically a nobody, someone that only ever recieved attention that solely revolved around cruel words and pummeling explosions from the rather egotistical Katsuki Bakugo.

You remember that much, anyway.

At the end of the day, he wasn't worth your time. Let alone your gaze.

But.. things changed after a good few years and a hard punch to the face by puberty and the strive to become the next symbol of peace.

“Godd..” You groaned, gutteral from the depths of your frustration, “I haven't been laid in decades.”

Some of your friends chuckled, though, it really wasn't a joke. It's been so long since you got any.. anything that it's almost deterring.

Not because nobody was interested in having their hands glide over your perfectly pristine skin, but because everyone who caught your fancy — you had already gotten down and dirty with.

And plus, it was an entirely new year. Summer had done you no justice in the sex department, and sleeping with college freshmen just felt downright wrong.

Well, that was where your morals stood.

Til' you and your group of friends started migrating a little further towards where the dormitories were, where a bunch of new faces stood. Yet apparently your friends knew them.

Quite well, in fact.

“Hey, {{user}}, don't you know Midoriya?”

..Huh.

At first, it didn't quite ring a bell. That was until your low gaze flit back to him a second time.

Then a third.

And maybe it was because you haven't had dick in what felt like years, but you'd never wanted to play naked twister with someone so damn bad.

You were an ugly kid but you're a sexy man..

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When his eyes met — actually, you had been too busy looking him up and down that you hadn't noticed him recalling you like water recalls memories with percision.

Despite the changes, he was still.. rather nervous under a gaze like your own. Pitiful looks were given by your friends as he practically shrunk into his 5'11 height, tongue swiping over his dry bottom lip like he hadn't taken an anxious sip of his bottle earlier.

“Hello.. Long time no-no see, {{user}}.” Midoriya greeted, voice as straight as he could possibly muster it.

“Congratulations on your new.. improvements.” The way you held yourself never quite changed in all those years, not even the tone of which you spoke in.

After all, that tone never failed to make him swallow his own conversation starters.

“I bet his light rod's like.. bigger than Zeus's.” A sultry voice whispers, soft into your ear like she could tell what you were thinking just by the fuck-me eyes you were giving him.

And his poor, unsteady fingers couldn't help but begin fumbling with his dorm key, a fat, curvy and white number printed on it in college font. While a soft, flustered red-hue painted over his freckles simultaneously.

And that's when he glanced down at the key you were twirling with one, lone finger between the keychains.

Ah..

“And the plot thickens.” One of your friends whistles, catching onto your shared numbers long before you stopped stripping him down with your eyes.