look, i know at this point we all agree that izuku wants you to have a bush. like that is a bush man. call him indiana jones the way he wants to explore your jungle. but...
the first time izuku finally gets to subtly push his right hand down your pants and cup your cunt over your underwear, he is immediately aware that you remove your body hair. and god, while it's an incredible moment, he finally finally gets to touch you, there is an itty bitty tinge of disappointment that arises in him.
"where's your bush?" his voice brushes against your ear in an almost whine. the situation had upset him so much he had to move away from leaving your neck purple.
"... i get waxed," you mumble. "had my appointment yesterday."
and that makes izuku still, his hand no longer rubbing up and down over your panties steady, but rather holding and feeling your heat throb against him. you wax. someone else gets to see your bush, something he knows he loves and wants and craves, and then gets to take it away from him.
but oh... wouldn't it be delightful? if izuku could place the strips on you himself? he would do this chore for you. he would get to decide when to start the process of growing you out over and over again.
izuku moves his hand under your panties, feeling the freshly smooth skin under his palm. there's something so satisfying about just how close and smooth it is, almost as satisfying as the coarse feeling of curls. two extremes and izuku could be in control of both of them...
besides, he'd be saving you a ton of money.
