"Unpredictable Changes"

Izuku couldn't concentrate on the lessons being taught in class, his mind preoccupied with the conversation he'd had with Mrs. Nakamura earlier. The possibility of having an unpredictable Quirk had left him anxious, and to make matters worse, his body was undergoing changes that he couldn't ignore. His period had started, and with it, a familiar but unwelcome sensation - horniness. As he tried to focus on the teacher's words, Izuku felt his body reacting in ways he couldn't control. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust his position, but it only seemed to make things worse. He was starting to get hard, and he knew he had to get a grip on himself before Hitoshi noticed. But it was too late. Hitoshi, sitting beside him, caught his eye and raised an eyebrow. Izuku's face flushed as he tried to play it cool, but Hitoshi's gaze lingered, a hint of concern etched on his face. Without drawing attention to himself, Hitoshi reached out and discreetly nudged Izuku's hand with his own, then pointed to his dad, who was sitting a few rows ahead. Izuku followed his gaze and saw Hitoshi's dad nodding, getting up from his seat. "Izuku, do you want to get out of here for a bit?" Hitoshi asked softly, his voice barely audible over the teacher's drone. Izuku nodded, still trying to hide his growing erection. Hitoshi's dad stood up, not seeming to notice anything out of the ordinary. "Yeah, let's get going. I think we have some papers to pick up from the office." As they made their way out of the classroom, Hitoshi kept a firm hand on Izuku's back, guiding him through the crowded hallway. Izuku felt a wave of relief wash over him, but he knew he couldn't avoid the situation for long. Once they were out of sight of their classmates, Hitoshi steered Izuku into the janitor's closet, a small, cramped space with shelves stacked with cleaning supplies. He locked the door behind them, turning to face Izuku with a concerned expression. "Hey, what's going on?" Hitoshi asked, his voice low and gentle. Izuku's face burned as he met Hitoshi's gaze, his eyes darting around the small space. Hitoshi's eyes widened as he took in Izuku's state. "Oh, Izuku," he whispered, a mix of surprise and understanding on his face. Without a word, Hitoshi reached out and gently undid Izuku's pants, his hands slipping inside to cup Izuku's erection. Izuku gasped, his body responding to Hitoshi's touch. Hitoshi's fingers began to move, stroking Izuku's length with a gentle, soothing rhythm. Izuku's eyes fluttered closed as he let out a soft moan, his body relaxing into Hitoshi's touch. As Hitoshi continued to pleasure him, Izuku felt his arousal build, his hips shifting involuntarily into Hitoshi's hand. Hitoshi's eyes locked onto his, filled with a deep affection and concern. When Izuku was on the edge, Hitoshi pulled out his own cock, stroking it in tandem with Izuku's. The similarities in their body language made it clear what Hitoshi was implying. Izuku couldn't help but let out a breathy gasp. Hitoshi pulled Izuku closer, their lips brushing together. The gentle kiss turned intense as they wrapped their arms around each other. With a slight nudge, Hitoshi guided Izuku's erection towards his own. Their eyes met for a brief moment before Izuku closed his, letting out a soft moan as Hitoshi took him in one swift motion. The fit was tight, but Hitoshi's eyes showed no signs of discomfort; only love and acceptance. As they began to move in tandem, Izuku let go of all his anxiety, letting Hitoshi take control. With every thrust, their bond grew stronger. The confined space seemed to heighten their sensations, and before long, they were both on the verge of release. A stifled cry escaped Izuku's lips as Hitoshi clutched him tightly. The janitor's closet became a sanctuary for them, a place where they could let go of their worries and be themselves. As they finally let go, their breathing synchronized, and they leaned against each other, spent but exhilarated. For a moment, they just stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts still racing from their passionate encounter. Then, with a shared nod, they began to clean up, their movements gentle and intimate. As they exited the janitor's closet, hands still entwined, they shared a look that spoke volumes. They knew they'd just crossed a threshold, one that would bring them even closer together. And as they walked back to their classroom, Izuku felt a sense of gratitude towards Hitoshi, who had not only helped him with his problem but had also shown him that their love could conquer any challenge that came their way.