A picture of something like how the house looks like! A sort of modernized traditional Japanese house, the kitchen is state of the art with marble~ I'm an interior junkie sorry x3.

Here I go again steamrolling out this fic~ please enjoy and comment to the ending question! I decided I should focus on the males perspectives~ lots of fun ^//^

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Bakugo Katsuki (Ground Zero)

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It wasn't as if he didn't notice the sensation when he first knocked into ____, but he just figured it was a strange quirk she had. He had to begrudgingly admit he did find you cute, but there were lots of cute girls in the world and he didn't have time for a girlfriend- let alone a wife or a brat. He had been so focused on being number one he knew he wouldn't have time for the drama of a relationship- plus he wasn't exactly the most soft-spoken guy, most girls only wanted him for the brief thrill before they realized what an asshole he was, and they tried to change him. Once they found out they couldn't he'd either throw them out or they'd leave- hopefully find a less annoyed guy to be around.

He scoffed as the car took him back to his agency. He had the mind to ask his manager to gather some information on you during the ride- and he was able to see your online social media.

It wasn't really stalking if you could be his future wife or whatever.

He scrolled through your pictures- you with your cat mostly (she loves that fucking cat), a few of you at the beach or of some food. A few of you at the gym, he marveled at your curves, wondering what sort of feeling having your full body pressed against him before shutting his laptop tossing it to the other side of the seat. His male manager Sai gave a cursory glance. He was the perfect butler and gentlemen- with dark gray hair and thin pristine glasses. For some reason this properly prim gentleman was able to make Bakugo feel embarrassed enough to act civilized more often than not with other previous managers.

"If you break another device it will not be covered by your damage insurance." He spoke softly turning his attention back to the road.

"Can it four-eyes. I have a lot of shit on my mind." He growled, glaring out the window.

There was a silence in the car.

"Is she attractive?" The other male mused softly- a small grin threatening to slip out.

He snorted, a deeper frown forming on his face as a small blush hid under his mask.

"I said CAN IT FUCKER." And he huffed and kicked his combat boots against the door, grumbling and shifting again.

"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckled knowingly, deciding it was the right choice to cancel his guest appearances and let him have the rest of the day off. They drove up to his condominium.

"Well, I'd say you have a lot to think about. Dinner is ready in the fridge- it's steak, which I hear is great for virility in men your ag-"

He nearly exploded the car before stomping out of it.

"Shut the fuck up Sai." And he stomped up his patio.

"I can cook myself...wasting my money." He fumed fumbling with his keys after putting his fingerprints on the scanner to walk in, sliding his boots off with a large sigh.

"______ l/n... what a joke... she must be in wet dream heaven. Having fucking 5 men as possible baby juicers. What the hell."

But he knew you weren't completely gung-ho about this situation either, and for once she didn't seem to be clinging onto him and begging for his autograph. He was partially thankful for that and partially offended- he was probably one of the most popular heroes right now so what gave?

He growled and laid back on the plush black couch, elbows up as he looked at the ceiling fan. He kept his house cool, his quirk was more volatile when his hands were sweaty.

He sighed and closed his eyes, ripping off his mask and gauntlets, setting them down on the table beside himself.

"The hell...." he couldn't help but recall your first meeting, and the simple brush of your arms. It was like electricity- it felt... really good.

It felt like something was warming up his insides- and his blood was replaced with dopamine- it had to be a charming quirk, but it was hard to believe it was as simple as that.

He wasn't feeling brainwashed or anything, it simply felt good, but he couldn't help but be keenly aware of her proximity after that first touch. His body tingled a bit at the sight of her when she came out from the screen with that Half and Half bastard. He had to fight from gritting his teeth when he could sense a flurry of emotions he could somehow read from you.

"Something about quirk genetics..." he turned on his laptop from under the couch and flipped it open on his stomach, using his propped up knees as a table.

Sai had given him some of the theories that originated from this seemingly quirk-driven attraction, and the more he read through it the more he felt out of control.

So some tacky red string of fate was being woven? Or some shitty dna was urging him to lay into a complete stranger. Attraction was a hell of a thing. Hell he even felt himself relax the moment they touched- he had always been so wound up...

He looked at your profile picture again from the data files he was skimming.

"She ain't that bad..." he mumbled, unable to make a comment about the small tingle of excitement he felt in his chest at the thought of meeting her on more private terms. He decided to pass out- because today was a fucking mess.

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Iida Tenya (Ingenium)

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You were a sweet looking girl- he had that as a first impression upon seeing you enter the meeting room. Your clothes led him to perceive you were just as clueless to this whole fiasco as they were, so he overlooked the slightly erogenous state of your breasts and the coolness of the room.

He huffed and focused.

When he came face to face with you it seemed without a doubt that there was a chemistry between you too. He thought that you seemed like you would make a decent wife his family would approve of, but that was merely a juvenile opinion.

Many girls found his chastising nature annoying or to resemble an old man, but she seemed relieved that he had spoken up to the ash blonde. Her giggle was a soft lilting sound in his ears, he wondered if she was aware of her effects- was she truly quirkless?

When he felt your hands ghost shyly down his torso he had to hold in a moan, even simple touches sent tingles down his body.

He couldn't deny this was exhilarating, having a strange pretty girl touching him so delicately. He had been so focused on his hero debut and work he never really took into account the fairer sex.

And interested he was, but he was sure it was the quirk... so he was a bit surprised and disappointed that the light didn't seem to manifest. Had destiny simply not paired them? He let out a dry chuckle and thought to step back. But you insisted...

And so he decided against his better judgement to lean down- and received the softest gesture of affection he had ever gotten from a girl.

Your kiss on his cheek was feather light, but soon waves crashed over him in warm enveloping tendrils. His chest tightened but yet felt so good- he blinked and blushed, staring blankly forward as you leaned back. And the look of you- your body glowing the color of the purest most vibrant ocean on a bright sunny day. He swore he could hear the waves, his mouth slightly ajar before he cleared his throat and leaned up.

It's not as though he'd never been kissed before- he has his fair share of female fans, though he seemed to attract either very studious young girls or older women that appreciated a man with manners. He was always awkward with affection- especially of such a strong source... his first kiss was with someone who was about to tell him they didn't think it was going to work out.

He knew he wasn't an expert at any of this, and his studious side told him it was best to test the waters and truly meet up with you to consider this quirk-driven infatuation but...

He was pretty smitten.

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Shoto Todoroki (Shoto)

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The sight of the fiery blonde made him have to resist the urge to grimace- that male was always so loud and out of place, it made HIM feel uncomfortable and he was already told he did that to most people himself. So that was saying something.

When he caught your eye, not having known what this was about yet he hadn't thought much about you aside from you were a young fairly beautiful woman, and you were caught in a silly situation.

He couldn't help but enjoy some of the expressions you made- seeing you blush and fluster and try to make best of the dire situation that this was, he found it... cute to say the least.

So when the time came to present he found himself raising a hand to step up first, walking you to the screen.

He decided to take off his shirt first by the logical thought of what Olive had said earlier, and decided he wanted to avoid her persistence for any longer than needed. But after he saw your expression, he couldn't help but feel a slight bit of pride well up in him as you peeked glances.

This was not new to him. He was aware of the heavy female fan base he had since his debut- some called him the Ice prince. But he never let it get in the way of his work, he was determined to become the better hero his father wasn't, but took time to acknowledge his fans, unlike his father as well.

His words of reassurance when he guided your hand to his chest was mostly sincere, but he also couldn't deny the small glimmer of desire in your eyes as you eyed his body. He couldn't deny he liked the look of your eyes on him, and felt a gentle hum in his body simply by being this near to you- seemingly doubled with his bare skin open to the air.

Your fingers were soft, and shy, you were respectful though and tried to avert your eyes, but he found himself wanting you to look closer, because he couldn't tear his eyes away from your form.

His eyes ghosted over your body and he could see you had a slight tremble, your free hand in a tight fist to your chest, trying to keep your composure as he decided he had to take things futher.

He was no liar, not to himself or others. After speaking he found that he needed to touch you to make sure- and you allowed him, the doe-like expression on your face made him subconsciously hungry, but he proceeded with caution.

His eyes caught your chest trembling a little, and he noticed how cold the room was- and how much your nipples were standing out.

It's funny.

Being this popular hero meant he had his fair share of women dressed in scantily clad clothes when he went to guest appearances to get his attention- but this... this was naturally erotic.

He felt his left heated side steam a little in the air.

It took all of him to only embrace you as gently as he did, drawing you in close, both relishing in shielding your body from his own eyes and warming his torso. Your smell was close- and it was clean and sweet. He could feel you breath erratically, subconsciously leaning into his touch- and his hand idly trailed up the small of your back, feeling how fragile your frame was compared to his training and hero-work worn form. He knew he had to stop or he might do something innappropriate. He had to admit he was out of his wits- the quirk must be strong, but what bothered him was your lack of eye contact, and he had the mind to anchor your vision up. His hand ghosted up and brushed up your neck to cradle your head up, and he felt the glow.

At first it was soft and tingled- like fresh snowflakes dusting his fingers, but then it grew warm- into a warm light that warmed his cool side, and he let his body relax, a surge of warmth and belonging filled his chest and he stared at the angelic way your hair floated about your face- defying gravity and his eyes.

He breathed calmly and felt himself smile- it was small and natural, you leaned into him further, and he had the urge to pull you in close- to keep this warmth, but his hand hesitated, and he spoke softly out instead.

"You don't seem quirkless..." he stated- seeming to snap you out, and you almost jumped back. He regretted the lack of connection when you put distance between you two- one that felt like a magnet. But your eyes were on him- albeit embarrassed, but he reveled in it internally, finding it very interesting how much of an affect this strange girl had on him- he had never felt this way before. It made him feel a bit less like the Ice Prince he figured, and he stepped back too, giving you a reassuring nod before heading back to the others.

He signed the agreement swiftly, but waited for the others to do the same before turning his in, he didn't want to seem too eager. Because he knew that's all he was.

He had to wait till Tuesday, feeling a slight annoyance he was third in line, but confident enough the others would drop out- they were all sensible men. But he wouldn't mind sticking around, if not to explore this new side of himself.

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Ch4 Done! Sorry i did them out of order. Now! Comment of the chapter:

Who do you think would be the first to initiate the first kiss? And why if you'd like to give me your theories

Ch5 right after this!