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Minoru woke up with a snort, his forehead a little red from resting on his arms. The lamps were already off in his room, the only source of light being from his laptop, the ten minute video having ended on a woman’s fucked-out, cum drizzled face. He’d knocked out after he got his desired ending, his room smelling dimly of his own pearly fluids, maybe an hour or two old. But, as he’d noted, the video had ended.

Which was why he wasn’t sure where the slight whimpering noise was coming from.

At first, he thought there was an advertisement on the computer playing. Some of them did pop up every once in a while. With that in mind, Minoru huffed and shut his laptop without closing his browser—it wasn’t like no one knew what he looked at, the benefit of being a pervert in public—and he prepared to go to bed. He’d clean off his desk and put his lotion and tissues back where they usually were on his desk in the morning.

But then he heard it again.

A low sigh, petering off into a slight whimper.

Alright, not his computer. The lights on it were all off, evidence of it’s shut-down. So then…

Perhaps it was his imagination. He had a rather rampant one, but it served him well. More than once, Minoru had imagined the girls in his class moaning from the sounds they made exercising. Yet another reason that U.A. was such a prime, grade A+ school. He’d use their noises either for his fantasies about them or he attached his personal remix of those mental recordings to any random girl he could create in his mind.

Either way, he was likely just thinking about some mixture of what he imagined Mina and Momo to sound like and it was echoing in his head. It was a good voice, soft and sweet like Momo’s but rough around the edges like Mina, though he thought he’d imagine her being louder. Either way, he came up with some absolutely wonderful soundscapes. He hoped to remember it when he finally started dreaming.

But then, as if to slap him upside the head and call him a bitch, the voice uttered again.

A reedy little thing, barely contained, and a bit lower than the other stifled moans he’d heard.

Right from the wall he was staring at.

Minoru blinked.

Then it clicked.

The thing was, he wasn’t at home or anything. This was U.A., in their super defensive, super strong, fairly well soundproofed dormitory...that he discovered wasn’t as soundproofed as he’d hoped when Midoriya had come knocking on his door with his face red as a damn tomato to ask him to turn his movie down or put in his headphones.

That was exactly why he knew the room beside his didn’t belong to a sweet girl or anything—a travesty, really—but the green-haired favorite. Honestly, he couldn’t blame so many of his classmates for liking him. Midoriya was super cool! He really tried to protect Tsuyu and him that one time in the USJ, and he had gone all-out against a powerhouse like Todoroki! That, and he just kinda gave off an air of safety some of the others were only starting to develop.

But that wasn’t the issue at the moment. What was the issue was that, because he knew exactly who his next door dorm-neighbor was, he hadn’t expected to hear what were very obviously sex sounds coming from his room.

Minoru’s eyes trailed to his phone, and he pressed the button on it.

2:24 am.

Ah. The early-early morning hours. Prime time for beating something other than villains.

Minoru wasn’t stupid, after all. Midoriya was a boy as much as he was, despite how goodie-two-shoes he seemed to be sometimes. So of course he had a libido. He was honestly a little relieved. Had he not heard Midoriya making noises, he would’ve thought the boy’s dick was broken. No hero-in-training deserved a broken dick. Except for maybe Monoma. Fuck that guy.

Either way, Midoriya was getting his rocks off, and Minoru was proud of him. Probably thinking of Ochako’s busty boobs or her voluptuous hips or her thick thighs or something, all wrapped up in the pretty package the mysterious two-dots signature-user put her in. The two heroes-in-training seemed to have some chemistry, lucky bastard.

Either way, Minoru had a guy code. There was to be no intruding on the green-head’s personal massage session. Besides, guys sounded gross.

He nodded his approval at Midoriya’s actions, slid out of his chair, and knocked out not long after his head hit the pillow.

—

He broke the guy code a week later because curiosity was killing him.

After he’d woken up and brushed his teeth the next morning, the first thought that came to mind was how on earth he could’ve ever confused the sounds of a moaning man to that of Minako’s lucious, heartful cries.

Minako was a goddess! A deity among human kind! She spread her legs and popped her pussy for the good of humanity and Minoru felt nothing but gratitude for her and the way she opened her mouth!

And Mina! Momo! Two of the hottest girls in class! Given, all of the girls in their class were startlingly hot—U.A. was great for more than one reason. But that wasn’t the point!

What he’d thought was a combo Mina-Momo whine of pleasure, birthed from the miraculous DJ that was his own, wholly unholy imagination, had come from the boy next door, and Minoru couldn’t stand for it!

Couldn’t fathom it!

It was unheard of!

By misjudging the sound, Minoru had practically committed heresy! They were goddesses in their own rights—Momo the goddess of creation and boobs and the easiest on the eyes out of all the girls, and Mina, the athletic and shameless, her excitability merely evidence of her feminine virility!

“It’s inconceivable!” he’d accidentally screeched out loud in the middle of Aizawa-sensei’s morning speech. That got him sent outside class to hold a bucket full of water.

He calmed by the time first period started, but still! He couldn't wrap his mind around it! No! There had to be something else going on. Something fishy.

There was no way that Midoriya actually made sounds like the ones he’d heard last night.

But to determine if he had or not...no matter how gross it would be...Minoru had to listen to him.

He had to wait and try to hear what it was like when Midoriya Izuku was beating his meat in order to determine that the sound hadn’t been some strange auditory hallucination that he needed to get checked out. Or perhaps, that a villain wasn’t trying to trick him somehow. It would be a prime tactic—fool him into thinking guys sound sexy when having sex to turn him gay when actually it was a ruse all along.

...Hah, that was funny. No, he wasn’t that crazy to believe that. A villain wouldn’t even be able to get on U.A. grounds with how much security they’d put up.

Besides, it wasn’t like he could be ‘turned gay’. That wasn’t how that worked. Dimly, for a moment, he remembered an old meme with an American guy saying something about ‘water turning the frogs gay’, and thought then, with a chuckle, that no. No water was needed to turn the frogs gay. The frogs were gay on their own, if the way Tsu-chan looked at Ochako was any indication.

Tsuyu and Ochako in each others arms...sitting in a tree, with Tsuyu keeping her grip with her quirk and Ochako floating, her hair a halo around her head...k-i-s-s-i-n-g...Tsuyu’s long tongue slowly pushing Ochako’s supple lips apart as their shiny pink lips met, their cheeks flushed...first came panties—

As if she knew what he was thinking, Tsuyu’s tongue burst through the veil between fantasy and reality and smacked him on the cheek hard enough for his head to bobble.

“Stop grinning like that, kero. You’re making yourself obvious.”

When he turned back from the way his head had snapped, the frog girl was walking away with the gaggle of 1-A girls, some of whom were looking at him with mild disgust. Beside him, Kaminari hid behind his class binder and laughed.

Well, actually the smack helped. He had some more important things to pay attention to.

—

The reason why it took a week to hear Midoriya again was because the boy was some super soldier monster who didn’t jack off once every two days like a normal boy. Either that, or Midoriya staggered his jack-off times to never really be at the same time. Either that, or Minoru just flat out fell asleep before the 2 a.m. hour.

But almost an exact week later on a Saturday night, he paused his video because he heard the slight undercurrent of something that wasn’t Harime’s beautiful, sultry MILF voice. Something softer and quieter, yet rough at the edges.

Ah!

He paused Harime’s voice—his dick cried out in anguish—but he had duties to attend to. This was one of his few chances to catch Midoriya in action and he was hoping with this single confirmation, he could put his worries to rest.

This time, Minoru was prepared. He had a glass cup to put his ear against and listen to the other side of the wall. Softly, he pushed some of the things on his desk aside to sit on it with his whole body, and moved his ear around near the wall, hoping to hear the sweet spot.

“Nnhh…”

A-hah! There it was! He quickly brought his cup up and softly placed it on the wall—thank goodness it was still within range of being on his desk. He wouldn't know what to do if it was behind his figurine shelf.

With the cup there, he could hear Midoriya more clearly. Now it was time! Now he could free himself from the beginnings of the curse! He’d been wondering all week what Midoriya actually sounded like, taking his attention away from his usual girl-watching, and that had to end now!

Midoriya moaned again, and Minoru listened intently.

“...Hhh...ahh…”

Soft. Breathy. Barely there.

Despite how loud Midoriya was on a daily basis, he was strangely quiet.

But it made sense. People who lived among thin walls learned to move silently. He’d heard Midoriya talk about his mom, how much he loves her and everything. She’d made his first hero costume, as unfortunately flimsy as it was. It was still clearly made out of love. Of course green-head wouldn’t want her hearing her only son abuse himself.

But somewhere along the line of protecting his mother’s innocence, he’d developed a very...uh…

A very nice voice.

Midoriya breathed out on the other side of the wall, sucking it back in with a hitch of his breath. Concealed, but barely, like a murmur, his voice soft as the air itself. A little grunt caught on the butt-end of his pleasured whispers. Soft in all the right places, with just a little oomf to keep it going.

That was different from what Minoru’d heard or imagined before. Well, girls could grunt, too. After all, that was where most of his irl spank-bank material came from—the beautiful sounds of strain from his lady classmates. He couldn’t imagine himself screwing them softly because of that though, not unless he remixed them into a sultry cocktail of his imaginative prowess, slowing down grunts to moans, speeding up strained noises to cries.

But he’d never actually heard any of the girls masturbate, not like he was hearing Midoriya. And that made it all the more natural.

There was a little choke to the boy’s voice, and at the same time, he heard the slight wetness of something slick against skin. Ohh...Midoriya was starting to speed up on himself. Apparently he was getting close.

His murmured whines turned into panting, still so quiet and tilted high, yet it filled Minoru’s ears more, like clouds puffing up in the highest points of the troposphere. Minoru felt his cheeks start to heat. There was a low skipping sound in the other’s throat, like he was trying to hold back his panting, but they jumped on a speed bump and kept going.

Those sounds fed straight into his mind, and his mental DJ started recording.

Now then...what was the scene? Minoru imagined Midoriya, leaned against the wall separating their bedrooms, one hand on his cock, the other...hmm. He’s not sure. He hadn’t made it a habit to have vivid mental images of guys.

...Hey, wait a minute.

Why was he imagining Midoriya in the first place?

What the heck was he doing when he had a laptop with Harime waiting patiently for him?

What the fuck?!

Minoru backed away from the wall, eyes wide. He lowered the glass from it quickly, trying not to scrape it or make a single sound. His hands shook a little even after he put the glass down and slid off of the desk.

That...that wasn’t normal. He wasn’t acting normal at all!

He blinked, and shifted the way he stood. His pants were weirdly uncomfortable…

Ah.

Minoru’s mind blanked out completely.

...He was hard.