Nana dragged Izuku to their room nearly as soon as they got to the dorms, as she usually did. She closed the door, and almost instantly was on top of Izuku, kissing him furiously as she pushed him down onto the bed.

Eventually, though, Izuku pulled away with a soft smile, seemingly content to hold Nana chastely around her waist as she snuggled against his chest. Nana hated to admit it, but she honestly loved it when she got to cuddle Izuku. Something about the warmth and steadiness of his presence soothed her, and she would have happily let him hold her like this for eternity.

After a while, Izuku asked, "Nana, how are you feeling about the license test?"

Nana looked up at him in surprise, not expecting the question. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, then said, "I'm gonna crush it, obviously."

Izuku smiled fondly at Nana's bravado, but their link told him a different story. "Are you sure? It looks like something's bothering you," he asked her, not wanting to force it out of her unless he had to.

Nana met his gaze for a moment, but slowly, her eyes shifted downwards again. "Okay, maybe I am a little worried," she admitted after a moment.

Izuku leaned forwards and pressed a soft kiss to Nana's forehead, and Nana absolutely refused to sigh at the soft touch of his lips. Izuku asked, "What are you worried about? You're definitely strong enough to ace any test they give you!"

Nana smiled at Izuku's praise and faith in her, but her eyes still betrayed her anxiety. "Well, yeah," she replied, "but being a hero isn't just about strength anymore, is it?"

Izuku tilted his head in confusion as he asked, "What do you mean? Are you talking about the celebrity stuff?"
"Kind of," Nana answered, "but I'm not as worried about that, honestly."

Izuku snorted, "I'd imagine. You're awesome; there's no way people won't love you."

Nana responded with a brief grin and a hungry kiss, radiating her love and gratitude and pride without needing to speak a single word. Izuku responded in kind, up until Nana pulled away again.

Softly, she continued, "I'm more worried about whether the Commission will think I act like a hero or not."

"I...don't understand," Izuku admitted, "you were a hero before, why wouldn't you act like one now?"

Nana explained, "Izuku, being a hero now is different from what it was like when I was one. We weren't celebrities, we were just fighters. Villains were even more common then, and heroes weren't these...these morally upstanding figures that they are today. I...we didn't care how we won, as long as we did."

Izuku's eyes widened as he began to understand. He said, "So...you're worried that the Commission today won't like your tactics?"

Nana nodded quietly, before she added, "I'm not making a big deal out of nothing here, Izuku. I don't remember all the ways I fought or the enemies I beat from my old life, but I don't need to. Even UA's hero course has changed a lot; what they teach, how they teach it...when I was here, one of the instructors taught us how to use our quirks to permanently cripple villains if we had to."

Izuku gulped, then quietly asked, "Did you ever have to?"

Nana shook her head, but her expression was rueful and a little bitter. She answered, "I don't think I ever had to cause a villain permanent harm, but...well, it's not like I remember my hero career very well."

Nana started to let out a hollow laugh at the frustrating irony of never being quite sure of your own past, but Izuku stopped it with a kiss, swallowing her irritation and turning it into a loving embrace. Nana didn't fight it as Izuku wrapped her in his arms, his hands trailing down her back and between her shoulder blades, leaving goosebumps down her spine as he pulled her into his lap.

At last, Izuku let her breathe, shifting his mouth until it was against a spot just in front of Nana's ear, where every breath he let out sent shivers through her whole body. There, he murmured, "You're going to be just fine, Nana. You're the most heroic person I know, there's no way the Commission won't make you a hero on the spot."

"Thank you," Nana whispered back. Her body was already responding to Izuku's touch, but she fought desperately to keep her lust under control for a little while longer.

Izuku smiled softly against her neck as an idea came to him. If Nana was nervous about the test...why not give her something else to look forward to, something he'd been wanting to do for a while anyway?

Nana wrinkled her nose as she felt the wheels spinning in Izuku's head. She asked, "Izuku, what are you planning?"

Izuku blinked in surprise as he was jolted out of his thoughts, but his hesitation only lasted a second. He asked, "Nana, after the test...would you like to go on a date with me?"
Nana stared at her boyfriend for a long moment. She wasn't really the kind of person who needed dates; she was more than content to just curl up in a comfy spot with someone she loved, and also fuck them on a daily basis. But there was no way in hell she was going to say no, either. She was going to have some fun with it, though.

Raising her eyebrow, Nana retorted, "Oh? Where do you want to take me?"

Izuku felt her curious mental probe, and deftly turned it away; he wanted to keep this secret.

"Oh no you don't," Izuku teased.

"Can I at least have a hint?" Nana wheedled.

Izuku grinned and replied, "No. Just trust me on this one."

Nana huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she grumbled, "You're lucky I love you so damn much."
"You're right, I am," Izuku agreed, making Nana groan at the sheer dorkiness of him.

Izuku shrugged as Nana continued muttering about "stupid dorky boyfriends who don't let me see into their heads," and said, "Hey, I'm just trying to give you the right motivation to ace the license exam!"

Nana eyed him for a second, then leaned forwards until she was pressing her forehead against Izuku's. "Well, it worked," she informed him in a low, sultry voice, "I'm very motivated now."

"I'm glad to hear that-" Izuku began, only for Nana's lips to crash against his as she took advantage of sitting in Izuku's lap to quickly start to escalate again.

Just before she took advantage of a brief lull to wriggle out of her own clothes, Nana added, "For more than one thing, babe."

Izuku didn't answer, but that was probably because Nana was occupying his mouth and mind for other purposes by then.

Several mind-shattering orgasms and a good night's sleep later, Nana slowly felt herself waking up. Luxuriating in the morning calm, Nana rolled over to stare lovingly at the sleeping form of her boyfriend.

Nana was still ogling Izuku's delicious bare chest when she was rudely interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

"Oi, lovebirds!" came Uraraka's familiar voice, "if you're actually sleeping in there, time to wake up!"

Nana jumped in surprise, accidentally turning on her quirk and slowly floating into the air, waking up Izuku as well. He mumbled something unintelligible, while Nana quickly came back under the control of gravity and landed heavily on top of him, already cursing Uraraka's entire bloodline.

"Hello? Anyone there?" Uraraka asked at the top of her lungs, pounding on the door again, clearly having fun with this.

"I hear you, I hear you, jeez," Nana grumbled loudly enough for the brown-haired girl to hear.

"Huzzah, she's awake!" Uraraka cheered, her laughter audible in her voice.

"I am now," Nana snapped, "and what do you want, Floaty?"

There was a heartbeat of choked silence, and then Uraraka spluttered, "Y-you're calling me Floaty? Your quirk is literally floating!"

"Then you should have thought of it first!" Nana countered, "because from now on, you're Floaty."

There was a loud sigh from behind the door; Uraraka was clearly hesitant to open the door, and after the events of the last time she'd walked into Izuku's room unannounced, Nana couldn't blame her.

Eventually, Uraraka said, "I came up here because the rest of the girls are hanging out downstairs, and they wanted me to invite you, Shimura."

Nana looked at where Izuku had hauled himself upright, groaning from being squished underneath her when she'd crash-landed. Sure, Nana would have loved to have a nice, lazy morning with her extremely sexy boyfriend, but she considered Uraraka and the other girls her friends, too, and spending time with them sounded like fun.

"Don't make me come in there," Uraraka threatened after a few moments of no response.

His cheeks turning bright red in embarrassment, Izuku responded, "Uh, please don't."

"Why shouldn't I?" Uraraka asked, her tone suggesting that she could think of a pretty good explanation already.

Helpfully, Nana added, "Because however many clothes you think we're wearing...divide it by at least half."
There was a heartbeat of silence, and then Uraraka chuckled, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Shimura."

"Um, why not?" Nana asked, confused.

"Because," Uraraka replied, "you can't divide zero."

Nana couldn't help herself; she chuckled loudly. "Okay, you've got us there."

"So, are you coming or not?" Uraraka asked.

Nana hopped out of bed, sending one last teasing prod at Izuku as he stared helplessly at her ass, before she replied, "Yeah, yeah, give me a second to get dressed."
"I'm going to be waiting down the hall," Uraraka declared, "just so I don't get scarred for life, again."

Nana heard Uraraka leave as she quickly threw on clothes, then kissed Izuku, saying, "See you later, babe."

Izuku smiled gently and replied, "I'll be down in a little while. Have fun, Nana."

Nana kissed him one last time, then headed out the door, heading towards where Uraraka was waiting at the end of the hallway. Quickly joining the brown-haired girl, Nana couldn't resist the urge for one last comment. She said, "Just so you know, if anything we said there gets told to the other girls, I will have my revenge."
Uraraka grinned as they made their way downstairs. "Please," she replied with a laugh, "I do not want to have to think about you two in bed. Heroics is traumatizing enough."
"That it is," Nana agreed with a nod, "that it is."

Soon, the two arrived in the common room, where the other girls were spread out on the couches of the common room.

Nana found a spot between Hagakure and Uraraka, and sat down. As soon as she did, Mina said, "Hey, Shimura! I hope Uraraka didn't interrupt anything!"

The wink the pink girl gave her made Nana like her even more. "Sadly, no," Nana sighed, "Izuku was still asleep from last night."

There were a few surprised faces around the circle at that, and Mina leaned forwards in undisguised curiosity. "Really?" she asked, "what did you do to him?"

Several girls tried to interrupt, clearly not wanting to hear explicit details, but Nana just grinned and replied, "I mean...what didn't I do to him?"

While Jirou choked and Yaomomo covered her mouth in shock, Mina just laughed, clearly entertained. Eventually, the pink girl gasped, "That's the spirit, Shimura!"

"Seriously, how do you guys have time to do anything other than fuck?" Hagakure asked.

Nana responded, "I mean, we do fuck a lot, to be fair."

Uraraka nodded in regretful agreement, while Tsu asked, "What kinds of things do you guys do, anyway? I can't really remember seeing you going on any dates or anything."
"I mean, we don't really go on many dates," Nana admitted, "neither of us are...big on that, I guess."
"Why, kero?" Tsu wondered, while the other girls nodded in agreement with the question.

Nana shifted uncomfortably for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain that her old life had left her with very little desire to waste time with the people she loved that could be spent on more expressive forms of love, without exposing her true origin. Eventually, she came up with a good story.

She began, "Well, Izuku's kinda shy anyway; he's not a huge fan of going out in public. And honestly...I spent most of my life hiding, right? I don't like going out, and I don't need to, either. All I need is Izuku and a place where we can have some privacy, really."

The girls nodded in understanding; Mina cooed, "Aww, that's really cute, Shimura. You really do love him, don't you?"

Nana nodded seriously, but she couldn't help the way her heart softened just from the thought of Izuku's smile. "Yeah," she replied softly, "I really do."
That earned even more coos from Nana's friends, while Jirou pointed out, "Hang on, you said you guys don't go on many dates, so...what kind have you gone on?"

"Um, none in a while," Nana replied evasively before Izuku's promise from the previous night came back to her, "although...we might be going on one soon."

"What do you mean?" Mina asked.

Nana explained, "The principal told me the other day that he's arranged a special test to get me my provisional license, and when I told Izuku that I was feeling kinda nervous about it, he offered to take me out on a date after the test."
"That's so nice of him!" Hagakure cooed, throwing her hands in the air and making Nana subtly lean away from her to avoid getting decked by a flailing arm.

"Where do you think he wants to take you?" Mina wondered, stroking her chin curiously.

When Nana could only shrug, the girls began to offer all sorts of theories about what Izuku was planning.

"I'm betting it's a movie or something," Jirou decided.

"That's not a very special date, though," Mina pointed out, "and he's definitely trying to treat this specially, don't you think?"

"Perhaps some sort of festival?" Yaomomo offered.

"There aren't any big festivals going on right now," Tsu countered, making the taller girl blink in surprise and shame at forgetting such an important detail.

"Ooh! Ooh!" Hagakure declared at last, "I bet he's going to take Shimura to a really nice restaurant, the kind where you have to dress super fancy!"

Nana blinked in surprise and no small amount of horror as Mina agreed, "Yeah, that makes sense! Oh, Shimura, we could help you find a perfect dress!"

The pink girl suddenly found herself on the receiving end of the most terrifying death glare she'd ever seen. The girls cowered before Nana's ominous state as she flatly said, "No. Absolutely not."

"What's with the grumpy face?" Hagakure asked, "it's just a dress!"

"The first person to try and stuff me into any kind of dress is getting punted out of a window," Nana threatened.

"Jeez, that's a bit much, don't you think?" Jirou muttered.

Calmly, Nana replied, "Look, I'm just not a dress kind of girl, alright?"

"Why not?" Mina asked.

Nana responded by flexing her bicep, holding it up for all the girls to see her powerful muscles. Gesturing to her flexing arm, Nana said, "Uh, hello? If you haven't noticed, I'm a bit too muscular for a dress to be flattering. I can pull off a lot of clothes, but any kind of dress just makes me look stupid."

"Jirou said the same thing about dresses, until Tooru and I got to her!" Mina countered, gesturing at the slimmer woman next to her.

The purple-haired girl turned bright red and mumbled, "Hey, just because it worked out that one time for that mission doesn't mean-"

"I know you still have that ball gown in your closet, Jirou," Mina reminded her, making Jirou stiffen in terror.

"How do you know about that? Have you been in my room?" she demanded. Mina only grinned at her, and didn't offer any answers.

"Look, the point still stands," Nana declared, "I do not like dresses. I will not be caught dead in a skirt, a dress, or a gown of any kind."

"See, now I'm just taking that as a challenge," Mina retorted.

In response, Nana asked, "Okay, then. Which window would you prefer to be thrown out of?"

Before Mina could answer, though, Nana felt a presence behind her, a familiar warmth that spread through her soul.

As he came down the stairs, Izuku asked, "Hey, guys, what are you talking about?"

Without missing a beat, Nana replied, "Me in a dress."

Izuku blinked once, then twice. His body went rigid as he imagined it; Nana wearing a form-fitting, shimmering dress, the folds exaggerating her curves, a teasing smirk on her face as she brought his head down to her level, knowing exactly what she was doing to him…

Izuku said, "Oh. I...I'm just gonna...you know you won't need one for our date, right? Actually, I really recommend you don't wear one."

Nana raised her eyebrow and responded, "Oh, are you saying you want me naked? Now this sounds like my kind of date."

As the girls burst into laughter behind her, Nana watched Izuku turn bright red and splutter, "I-you...Nana, no!"

Pretending like she didn't hear him, Nana continued, "Of course, if you really wanted to give me what I want, I wouldn't mind wearing a dress…as long as you ripped it off of me as soon as possible."

By now, Izuku was brighter red than Kirishima's hair, and the other girls were all barely able to breathe, either from gasping scandalously or howling with laughter. Nana's grin was utterly irreverent.

Eventually, Izuku choked out, "I...I'm just gonna...go."

As Izuku retreated back up the stairs, Nana called out, "I'm serious about the dress-ripping, by the way!"

At last, Izuku had vanished, and Nana was left to watch her friends slowly recover from their near-death experience.

Panting with laughter, Uraraka said, "Shimura, you're going to kill him one of these days."

"I hope not," Nana retorted, "because his dick is-"

"You better not finish that sentence," Uraraka warned her, "or I will end you."

Nana reluctantly closed her mouth again, recognizing a serious threat when she saw it.

Once the rest of the girls recovered, the conversation began to move in a different direction, but Nana couldn't help but turn her thoughts over in her mind.

For a while now, she'd noticed how Izuku had flashes of being assertive, especially in bed, but they always seemed to go away. Nana didn't know why that was, but the thought of finally getting Izuku to let himself loose and actually take her was one that wouldn't leave her head.

Soon, she came to a decision: she was going to get Izuku to really come out of his shell, be the man that she knew he was.

(The fact that she found the idea of Izuku absolutely ruining her to be insanely hot may or may not have influenced Nana's plans somewhat.)