The Cherry Red Circle
The water is warm, but the look in their eyes is fire. You spin, laughing, to splash Kirishima, and your hip brushes Shoto's thigh. That's when you feel it—the press of Deku's chest against your back, Kaminari's hand on your waist, the solid wall of them forming an unbreakable ring. The rock at your back, the ocean before you, and five men who haven't touched you in months, breathing the same salt-air, their hunger a tangible heat in the water. Your cherry-red bikini feels suddenly very, very small.