Frustrations of a Fangirl

Eri Aizawa was Izuku Midoriya's biggest fan – no, Deku's biggest fan. Ever since she was saved from the Shia Hassaikai yakuza when she was younger, she had immediately been engrossed by him. Now that she was in her first year at UA Academy, she was even closer than ever.

Her adoptive father, Shouta Aizawa [Eraserhead] was a fellow pro-hero, aiding Deku in his battles against villains. When he had formed his own agency, she had visited almost every time she could, whether that be for a chat about the weekly hero news, or a TV show, or just a chat; she always cherished her moments with the older hero.

It was the end of another regular day at UA – hero training, general classes, the works - she arrived back at the dorms and changed for a trip to the city centre. She had gotten the permission of her dad – excuse me, "homeroom teacher" – to leave campus and visit a new Katsudon place in the big city.

Her outfit as she left the dorms was informal: black tights, jean shorts, a white t-shirt tugged into said shorts and red trainers – topped off with a dark green Deku hoodie. As she boarded the train for the shopping district, she took out her phone. Of course, with a Deku case. God, she loved Deku.

Eri blushed at the thought, her long, silky white hair falling down to her waist.

"Pfft, no!" She thought. "I don't LOVE him, I'm just... a fan of his work!"

She smiled shakily, scrolling through her social media before she arrived at her destination: "Nom Nom Katsudon!"

She giggled at the name. "Gosh, that's something Dad would call a restaurant!"

She entered and took a seat, ordering her meal. After saying her thanks, she dug in.

Halfway through eating her bowl, she felt a pair of rough, large hands on her shoulders, followed by a chirpy, cheery yet gruff voice.

"Hi, Eri! You like katsudon too?"

She jumped at the sound, her face flushed as she looked into her idol's bright green eyes.

"D-deku?! I-I mean yeah, of course!" She chuckled nervously as he sat down beside her, his freckled cheeks crinkly into a smile as he ruffled her hair.

"How's my little hero doing? Is UA fine? Are your grades good? Are you making sure to eat healthy? Are you-"?

His questions rolled out in droves, causing the horned girl to giggle and lightly punch his stomach.

"Hush, Izu! I'm fine, promise!" This caused the pro's cheeks to flush as he rubbed the back if his head, grinning awkwardly.

"Sorry about that Eri! I just want to make sure you're always in tip-top sha-" He paused as his eyes fell to her chest, his eyes widening. She blushed and her heart pounded as his eyes wandered in silence.

"I-is he... checking me out?!"

His eyes suddenly lit up in wonder, as he made an incomprehensible squeeing sound escaped his lips.

"Is that one of my hoodies?! Wow, Eri!"

She blinked as her mind escaped her slightly perverted thoughts.

"O-oh, yeah! I got it last week! Y'like it?"

Their conversation lasted about another hour, until Eri had to leave for curfew. She stood up and was caught off guard by a tight hug.

"Bye, Eri!"

The train ride back to the dorms was a nightmare. She couldn't help but think about the things she had thought as he perused her body.

"Was he looking at my chest...? Nonono, of course not! He would never, he's only..." she blushed and held her face in her hands. "...the greatest hero of all time..."

She threw open her door quickly, eager for alone time. As she shut the door, she layed on her bed, putting her headphones on to chill while listening to some music. Though, her mind wandered. As a hormonal teenager, it was inevitable that she would have intimate thoughts – hell, she always did – but this time felt different. She didn't want to feel distant from her number one hero as she masturbated. She wanted to feel close – like HER Izuku was there with her.

She unzipped her hoodie, tossing it to the floor as her hand slipped under her t-shirt. The contrast of her cold hand and her warm stomach sent her breath ragged. She couldn't help but imagine her hero's rough, scarred hands caressing her toned stomach, his hands reaching up to cup her supple, modest breasts. Her thumb grazed her nipple as she gasped, letting out a soft moan as she imagined him lying over her, cupping her tits as she lay under him, his large muscular body gently holding her in his arms.

She felt a warmth pool in her stomach as she did so, unzipping her shorts and rubbing her clitoris through her now wet tights and underwear.

"Izu..." she moaned, now quickly rubbing herself as she imagined him holding her in his arm and stroking her lovingly.

"Oh, Eri-chan... you're so beautiful..."

His gruff voice echoed in her mind, a ferocity in it that she only heard when he was done fighting a tough battle. She had visited his office during those times before, intoxicated by the smell. He was musky, dirty, scratches all over him and his body covered in dust from rubble and ground.

She buckled at the thought, moaning louder than before – his hands, so large, so rough, so worn, stimulating her clit as she lay beneath his body, overpowered by his size and muscular proportions.

Her hips buckled once again as she closed her eyes and let out a staggered moan of pleasure, a wave of euphoria crashing over her, engulfing her senses.

"I-Izu...! I-I'm cumming!"

She let out a sharp, drawn out moan as she orgasmed, her juices staining her black tights, dripping onto the bedsheets below.

She panted as she fell back into her pillow, bringing it to her face as she hugged it.

"I love you, Izu..."