“midoriya and uraraka” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “midoriya and uraraka” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “midoriya and uraraka”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “midoriya and uraraka”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “midoriya and uraraka” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “midoriya and uraraka” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “midoriya and uraraka” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.