Izuku stirred slowly, her body aching in the most delicious, overwhelming way. Every muscle felt tender, her pussy and ass throbbing with a sore reminder of the night’s endless passion. She blinked awake, realizing she was alone in the massive bed, the sheets tangled around her naked form. For a split second, she stiffened—panic flickering as memories flooded back: Katsuki’s cock buried deep, his cum filling her everywhere, their forbidden promises. Had it been a dream? Or worse, had he regretted it?

But then she saw him—standing in the doorway, tall and broad, wearing only low-slung gray sweatpants that clung to his muscled thighs and the impressive bulge beneath. His chiseled abs and chest were on full display, a tray of breakfast in his strong arms: fresh fruit, pancakes drizzled with syrup, coffee steaming. His handsome face broke into a warm, knowing smile as their eyes met.