A few days had passed since that filthy phone sex session, the memory of it lingering in Izuku’s mind like a secret thrill—her fingers buried in her pussy, ass shaking for Katsuki’s eyes only, cumming hard while he jerked off on video. She’d tried to focus on Denki, texting him awkwardly, but his responses were always polite, distant. It frustrated her, but Katsuki’s “lessons” kept pulling her thoughts back to him, her body aching in ways she couldn’t ignore.

That evening, her parents had invited Katsuki over for dinner—a casual thing, Hisashi grilling steaks on the patio, Inko preparing sides in the kitchen. “Katsuki’s been so busy with work,” Inko said as she set the table. “It’s nice to have him over.”