You awoke, as you do every morning, from a dreamless sleep at just the right time. Since your internal clock functions a little too perfectly when unconscious, you have no need for annoying, ear splitting alarms. You simply wake up when you need to and not a moment later.
Like a robot , you think as you go through your morning routine. So weird.
At least it was a beautiful day. Fluffy clouds dotted the bright blue sky, and the pleasant chirping of birdsong filled the air. A gentle breeze tousled your hair. You yawned as you made your way to class with a thermos full of strong coffee.
Hagakure walked alongside you, cheerful as ever since finding out you were both on the fifth floor of the dorms. She was nice enough to make breakfast for the two of you even though it was quickly apparent that she had no clue what she was doing in the kitchen. Whenever you offered to help she would pinch and snap at your hands with the tongs. Why she was using tongs of all things to cook breakfast was utterly lost on you. Still, the gesture was sweet, and you found the invisible girl endearing, so you shoveled down the crunchy, burnt eggs without complaint. Plus you've gone hungry enough times to never turn your nose up at a decent meal.
Most of the other students were already there milling about the classroom by the time the two of you showed up. You plopped down in a desk towards the back and sipped your drink. Despite the caffeine flooding its way into your system, your eyelids were still so heavy. You were just starting to nod off when the classroom door slammed open with enough force to send paperwork flying about wildly.
A chorus of ooh's and ahh's erupted from your peers as the one and only All Might swaggered through the doorway in an over the top fashion. Even you couldn't help but sit up a little straighter as the Number One Pro hero stood proudly before your class. This school must've had a crazy budget to snag the Symbol of Peace himself as a professor. Japan's top hero declared that today you all would be participating in 2vs2 Battle Trials while trying out your new costume prototypes. The entire class was abuzz with excitement as you all filed into your respective locker rooms.
The girls' changing room was a chaotic whirlwind of clothes and limbs and tongues (seriously Tsu warn someone when you're gonna lash out with that thing!) as everyone was eager to see how they looked in their costumes for the very first time. You found a quiet corner and hastily threw on your own prototype before finding the closest mirror. When you saw yourself, you let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a wail. The outburst garnered the attention of a few of the other girls.
" Yass Gawd! " Mina snapped her pink fingers in approval. "I'm absolutely living for this look! Then I'm totally dying and being reborn again!"
"They sure took some… creative liberties," you said as you took in your appearance.
"Well then they did the damn thing, like, for liberty, justice, and all!" Ashido enthused before scratching behind one of her horns. "Or whatever it is Americans say."
You tuned out just as Yaoyorozu was correcting the pink haired girl on the American pledge of allegiance— starting from the very top. Honestly, does that brainiac's know-it-all nonsense know no bounds? Meanwhile, you were T-minus two seconds from going into full on crisis mode. It'd taken you many late nights filled with trial and error to perfect your hero costume design. After all those paper cuts, you truly understood what it meant to give your blood, sweat, and tears for something.
And whoever finalized your prototype took a big, fat dump all over it.
Due to your quirk, typically your body was as covered as possible, and you wanted that to translate over into your prototype. You ended up sketching out a sleek catsuit with a long hooded cloak all in dark, muted tones, going for a cool and mysterious vibe. Your eyes raked over your form in the mirror once again. The designers at UA clearly had something different in mind.
A bright purple bodysuit hugged your curves beneath a silver mesh skirt with high slits going up each hip, allowing for greater range of motion. On your feet were matching purple thigh high boots. A pair of silver mesh fingerless gloves that went up to your forearms along with a silver domino mask completed the ensemble. Flashy, revealing, and more than a little impractical— it truly couldn't have been any more polar opposite to what you requested.
"My costume is tighter than expected too," Uraraka commiserated with a sheepish grin, practically reading your mind as she tugged at her own form-fitting garment. "Maybe there's a secret sexy factor like with the entrance exam..?"
But I don't wanna be a sexy hero!! I wanna be a good hero… that's also sexy, but like you don't realize it until like a week later and you're all like damn that badass lady who saved my life was kinda hot—
You slowly slid down to the ground until you sank back onto your haunches in despair. "They didn't even include the utility belt."
"Aww, look on the bright side," Hagakure whispered in your ear, giggling. "At least you don't have a bookshelf on your ass like Yaomomo-chan!"
You sighed. That did make you feel a little better. The invisible girl hooked her arm in yours after helping you to your feet and led you out of the changing room.
"Hey, Toru-chan," you began after walking in silence for a while, "are you basically naked right now?"
"OMG NO?! Can't you see my gloves and my super cute boots?"
"…Right, silly me."
The pair of you made it to Grounds B shortly where most of your classmates were already gathered, clustered in groups amongst themselves. You sighed deeply in disappointment. It was only day two, and there were already the telltale signs of cliques forming. How utterly juvenile.
Bakugou had most of the hotter guys clamoring for his incredibly elusive approval, dubbing themselves the Bakusquad after their fearless leader. Yaoyorozu, Jirou, and Tsuyu were obviously the official unofficial Smart Chick clique. Ashido was cool enough to float between those two groups seamlessly. Tokoyami, Shoji, and Todoroki were definitely the Brooding Loners of the class. Then there was Iida, Midoriya, and Uraraka, the Goody Two Shoes. It took real talent to stand out as Do Gooders in a school full of hopeful heroes-to-be. The others milled about without a definitive place, not so lovingly referred to as the Extras by Bakugou. Suddenly you froze, the wind knocked from your lungs like you'd been punched in the gut.
You didn't have a place. You were an Extra!!
No! You didn't care about that sort of thing! You're totally above this kind of petty high school drama, right? The Bakusquad took notice of your entrance, and you felt Hagakure stiffen beside you at the males' hungry, slow roaming gaze. They didn't even have the decency to be subtle about it either, and you felt your whole body grow hot under their intense scrutiny.
"Ladies," Kirishima said with a shark toothed grin as you passed by, but he was still staring pointedly at your tits.
"Nice costume, Extra," Bakugou smirked, dark red eyes honed on the soft plush of your thighs peeking from your boots.
If it wasn't for Hagakure clinging to you so tightly, your knees definitely would've buckled underneath your own weight. Still, you did your damnedest to appear unbothered, holding your chin up high as the two of you continued further into the massive compound. As soon as they were out of earshot, Hagakure whirled on you.
"Don't worry, I'm already devising a plan to recover our lost reputation points," she said quickly, leaning into you conspiratorially. "It involves a rubber chicken, a tin bucket, and a whole lotta hot sauce—"
"Wait, what the hell are you talking about? They were checking us out a little too hard, but Bakugou said we looked nice."
Hagakure smacked her forehead (or at least you think so). "How naive can you be? Everyone knows that hot guys are the true mean girls of society! Whatever Bakugou says, he really means the opposite."
"Oh. My. God." You were completely stunned by the revelation. "You're so right. That sexy jerk totally dissed us!"
"Yeah, babes, but we're gonna show him and that stupid Bakusquad," Hagakure declared before her gloved hands ran over you in a blur of movement. She somehow managed to pull even more of your cleavage out of your top and ripped even higher slits into the flimsy fabric of your skirt faster than your sleepy eyes could blink. By the time you realized her ploy, the damage was already done.
"Unnecessary," you whined. "Unwarranted. Unbelievably untoward—"
"Okay, now do me!" The position of her gloves and boots suggested that she was striking a seductive pose. "Do these combat boots make my waist look snatched or what? Be honest!!"
"I… Hmm… That is a very good question," you said to stall for time, but a mass of color approaching in the corner of your eye halted your train of thought.
You turned and yelped with fright at what you saw which made Hagakure scream too. Your panicked cries devolved into howling peals of laughter, and the two of you had to lean against each other to remain upright. Tears sprung up in the corners of your eyes as you wheezed.
"Alright, settle down," Midoriya's voice was muffled beneath his mask but clearly displeased. "It isn't that funny."
Unfortunately, it was. The green haired young man's hero costume hid all his best features. He was clad in a green bodysuit with a hideous mask that covered his pretty freckled face in a wide, unnatural white grin. The seam work was amateur at best, and the long points at the top resembled a cursed bunny head. Suddenly you realized that your own costume could be a lot worse.
"LOL, are you trying to traumatize small children with that mask?" Hagakure's glove swatted a bunny ear, and she erupted in a fit of giggles all over again.
"S-stop laughing," Midoriya pouted cutely as he pulled the horrid mask off of his face. "I know it's not the best, b-but my mom made this costume for me. It's got sentimental value, okay?"
A pang of guilt and something else made you swallow down your laughter, and you elbowed Hagakure in the ribs to quiet her down, too. Judging by the squeak she made, you might've accidentally hit her in the boob. Having an invisible bestie was not an easy feat.
"Sorry about that, you just caught us off guard." You cleared your throat and patted Midoriya on the shoulder with an apologetic smile. "You make it look good."
A smile tugged at his lips, but Hagakure wasn't convinced. "Yea sure whatever. Whatcha think 'bout our costumes, huh, Midoriya-kun?" She appeared behind you, running her hands down your sides suggestively. "And don't say nice!"
A pink blush formed on his cheeks, but Midoriya kept his eyes locked with yours respectfully. "Ah, y-yes, the two of you look nice— er, good . G-great. Heroic, even!"
"Boo," Hagakure whined. "Forget heroism for a minute—"
"I cannot," he replied seriously.
Hagakure booed again. "Alright strictly on a hotness scale from, like, Headmaster Nezu to Midnight—"
"B-but Nezu-sama is so cute!"
"Yea, but you don't wanna bang Nezu!" She paused before gasping and pointing an accusatory glove at him. "Or do you?!"
You chuckled at their antics before a particularly devilish idea popped into that naughty little head of yours. Clutching your arms to push your breasts together, you looked up at him through sleepy lashes. Despite the sinful thoughts in your mind, you did your best to exude an air of innocence. "Midoriya-kun, I'm really nervous for the upcoming battle trial. If we get paired up together, will you take good care of me?"
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, the blush on his cheeks spreading up to his ears and down his throat. "Y-yeah, of course. I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you."
"And if we have to go against each other," You licked your lips, pleased to see his steadfast gaze flicker down to follow the movement. "Promise you won't be too rough with me, okay?"
Midoriya exhaled a shuddering breath, stumbling helplessly over his words as he tried and failed to respond. Steam was coming out of his ears like an old fashioned cartoon. His shaky hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
You hummed low in satisfaction. You're not sure if you'll ever tire of that flustered face of his! Triumphant, you giggled and practically skipped your happy ass through the crowd just as All Might began drawing lots to determine the team compositions.
To your dismay, you weren't paired up with Midoriya or Hagakure. The latter was taking it pretty hard so you had to put on a brave face for the both of you. Instead, you were on the 'villain' team defending the bomb with Yaoyorozu, facing off against hero duo Kaminari and Jiro. If you remembered their quirks correctly, this matchup wasn't exactly in your favor.
Jiro had audio recon as well as amplification, if the speakers on her boots were anything to go by. Kaminari's electricity was nothing to sneeze at either, even if it did leave him all stupid for a while. Still, Yaoyorozu's ability to create almost anything inorganic could be just the trump card you'd need to win— as long as you had a sound plan to utilize it that is. Thankfully you were one of the last teams to perform, so hopefully you had plenty of time to come up with a strategy.
It wasn't long until the first battle trial was set to begin.
The class crowded in front of the many large screens in the monitoring room as the cameras zoomed in on a green and pink blur making their way through the darkened building. First up was Midoriya and Uraraka versus Bakugou and Iida who were guarding the bomb. The villain team definitely had the quirk advantage on paper, so you paid close attention to see how things would play out. Hopefully you'd pick up on something that could help you in your own upcoming battle.
A sudden explosion on screen startled you, tired eyes growing wide as you realize that Bakugou had attempted an immediate ambush. Somehow Midoriya was able to dodge, placing his body over his partner protectively. Half of his mask was blown off, illustrating just how close Bakugou's initial attack was. Even through the pixelated monitoring screens you could make out the absolutely crazed look in the blond's crimson eyes. He prepared another attack, but Midoriya was able to counter and throw him to the ground. You're unable to hear their exchange of words, but whatever was said only fueled Bakugou's unbridled rage even more.
"Dude's got some serious anger issues," Kaminari muttered with a grimace, and there was a resounding hum of agreement from the class.
Iida's voice rang out through the comm, but Bakugou pointedly ignored him. Uraraka took off, presumably to look for the bomb while Midoriya kept the furious young man distracted. However it seemed his first counter might've just been dumb luck as Bakugou landed more and more hits on the green haired hero. The fight only got more intense as it transpired, and Bakugou's attacks grew dangerously reckless the more unhinged he became. With a sick feeling building in your stomach, you realized that Midoriya's homemade suit was not at all prepared to take this much punishment, let alone keep his body protected.
"All Might-sensei, isn't this getting a little out of hand?" You asked your professor who had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time.
The number one's iconic grin appeared strained, forced even, and sweat beaded along his prominent brow. Instead of the comfort his smile was promised to bring, you only felt a cold chill run down your spine. You watched in sheer horror as all the Pro hero did was issue Bakugou a warning after he'd nearly blown Midoriya to bits with a charged shot from his gauntlet.
Suddenly lightheaded, you stumbled away from the monitoring screens in a daze. That shitty breakfast Hagakure prepared for you this morning was threatening to resurface. Were these really the conditions you were expected to undergo during your first ever bout of training?
You glanced up to see Kaminari snickering at you and elbowing Jiro while whispering in her ear. Foolishly, you'd displayed weakness to your enemy. But really, who were you kidding in the first place thinking you could compete with them? Midoriya's quirk was so powerful that it shattered his bones, and even he was fighting for his life out there. Jiro and Kaminari were gonna fuckin slaughter you.
Monsters. This is a school full of monsters .
You were on your hand and knees, mentally writing your will and testament when a large hand rubbed your back in soothing circles. Instinctively you flinched and lurched upright as two of your larger male classmates squatted nearby you. Your body tensed, and your eyes darted around frantically.
"I told you to announce your presence," lamented the one with kind eyes and a rock shaped head in a small voice.
"S-sorry, we didn't mean to scare you," said the one with big, pillowy lips. "We saw you hunched over. Are you feeling sick?"
"Phew, it's just a couple Extras," you relaxed before freezing, realizing you'd said that aloud. "I-I mean… it's Koda and Sato, right?"
"Right," said Sato, reaching into his utility belt and handing you a sweet. "Here, have some chocolate. It always helps me feel better when I'm overwhelmed."
"W-wow, thanks so much!" You moaned in delight as the treat melted in your mouth. Chocolate was a delicacy you could seldom afford to indulge in. "I wanted a utility belt for my costume even before I knew they came with sweets! Instead they gave me a dumb skirt. I'm so jealous~!"
The two seemed surprised by your sudden mood switch but quickly relaxed with easygoing smiles. Sato informed you that he was always well stocked with sweets for his quirk, Sugar Rush, and he bakes most of them himself. He blushed when he saw the hearts forming in your eyes and offered to bake you one of your favorite treats over the weekend. Koda briefly mentioned his own quirk that allowed him to communicate with animals, although he was much more shy around people. It meant a lot to you that despite his timid nature, he still felt compelled to make sure that you were doing okay. You wanted to repay their kindness, but how?
"Hey, you two are going against Aoyama and Ashido, right?" You asked, grinning wickedly when the pair nodded. "I think I know the perfect way to throw those two fashion queens off their A-game…"
"You really think that could work?" Sato asked after you relayed your thoughts.
"Do you not see how obnoxiously loud their costumes are?" Aoyama was fluttering his sparkly cape in the nonexistent wind as you spoke. "Trust me— ruin their fits, and they'll throw a fit. That's when you strike."
Sato fist bumped you while Koda gave you a thumbs up, the three of you making your way back to the monitoring screens as the timer ticked down its last minute. It was now or never. Midoriya and Bakugou were charging at each other while Uraraka and Iida were at a stalemate. Midoriya's fist glowed with that strange shining energy as sparks popped in Bakugou's outstretched palm. At the last possible moment, Midoriya swung his fist upwards, shattering the ceiling along with multiple floors of the building just before being blasted by Bakugou's explosive quirk. Above, Uraraka used a pillar like a baseball bat to send the debris flying at Iida, distracting him just long enough for her to make a zero gravity leap to secure the bomb.
All Might declared Midoriya and Uraraka as the winners. But from where he kneeled on the floor, clutching his broken and bruised arm, he didn't look very victorious. You squinted at the monitoring screen. Was he crying? Bakugou hung his head in shame, that enormous ego of his was certainly damaged. You wished you could hear what they were saying. There had to be some crazy history between those two.
Midoriya was swiftly carted off to the infirmary, and the class was wise enough to give Bakugou a wide berth when he entered the monitoring room still sulking.
Hagakure was up next, and you wished her good luck on her upcoming battle. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side that day as she was pitted against that icy hot quiet kid. With a single touch he was able to freeze the entire building along with its two inhabitants and calmly walk right up to secure the bomb. The match was over before it even started.
"Frozen or not, you looked really hot on screen," you told Hagakure when she returned with a blanket draped over her invisible shoulders.
"S-s-shut up," It was difficult to hear any malice in her voice over the sound of her teeth chattering. "Y-you r-r-really mean it, though?"
Before you could respond, someone called your name. Yaoyorozu beckoned you away from the others to discuss the plan for your own trial. Apparently she'd already devised an "ingenious strategy" with the "highest possible chance for victory". She didn't even bother to ask your opinion as she boasted about her foolproof scheme. That smug look on her face was grating on your nerves. Barricading the walls and waiting the timer out wasn't exactly groundbreaking but okay.
Pretty, smart, and confident. She had the bad bitch trifecta and easily steamrolled over your sleepy, passive aura. You yawned. Was it just your imagination or was her head getting bigger with each passing second?
Your low eyes drifted to the side before widening in shock as you spotted one of Jiro's earphone jacks nearby. She was totally listening in and had just heard your entire plan! You opened your mouth to warn Yaoyorozu before thinking better of it. Jiro would simply hear you and eavesdrop on any new plan you came up with at this time. So you nodded along as Yaoyorozu went on, tired mind racing with ideas because now it was all up to you.
Time went by much too quickly.
It seemed like you blinked and suddenly you and Yaoyorozu were in a spacious, dimly lit building with a giant fake bomb. The two of you had just a few minutes to prepare before the hero team would be sent in to find you. You turned to your partner immediately, not wanting to waste what little time you had.
"Jiro heard our plan," you stated simply. "We need a new one and fast. I have an idea."
Yaoyorozu looked shaken momentarily but recovered quickly. "I'm all ears."
You were a bit taken aback, expecting the headstrong girl to put up more of a fight. But she surprised you by prioritizing the mission and putting her ego aside. Not only was your partner smart but sensible as well. You felt a bit more confident about your chances of success.
You smiled. "Okay, first I need you to make a few noise cancelling headphones."
"On it!"
"Protecting the bomb is priority one," you said. "Protecting you is priority two."
"Protecting me?" Yaoyorozu casually opened up her suit to activate her quirk, and her heavy breasts spilled out in full view.
"Shit—" You spun around, pinching your bridge to stop the sudden nosebleed.
The designers could've easily made her hero costume backless to maintain quirk accessibility but nooo! Maybe Uraraka was onto something when she mentioned a secret sexy factor. This trial wouldn't just be testing your battle skills, but also your willpower to fight against your own perverted nature!
When you spoke again, your voice was strained. "You're essential to the plan. Can't let you get taken out of the fight."
It took great effort for you to focus on the task at hand instead of Yaoyorozu's big bouncy fun bags. How the hell did they sit up so pretty like that?
You rattled off a few more things for her to create, prioritizing the smaller items that took less time for her to make. "There's no point in hiding since Jiro will be able to hear our heartbeats, so let's set a trap. If we catch them by surprise, then we just might pull this off."
"This could actually work," Yaoyorozu sounded impressed after hearing your plan. "You must be dreaming real big in that sleepy head of yours."
"I don't dream," you replied by default. It was an automatic response, but you still held your breath, waiting for her to comment about how weird that is, how weird you are. You're used to it by now.
Instead, All Might's powerful voice rang out, announcing the hero team had entered the building. The battle trial had officially begun. You and Yaoyorozu donned your noise cancelling headphones, shrouding you in a blanket of silence.
It was time to see if your plan would work.
Yaoyorozu, boobs safely tucked away, went to hide behind the huge bomb as you'd instructed while you positioned yourself by the door. You caught her eye and tapped your wrist before rubbing your arms. She shook her head and held up ten fingers. Ten minutes needed to make the final component for your plan. Not ideal, but you'd have to manage.
Waiting in complete silence was torturous, and it was difficult to tell how much time had passed. With all other sounds gone, the pounding of your heart was almost deafening. The only thing louder was your mind, thoughts screaming in and out of your head frantically. Would this work? Were you overthinking— or worse, not thinking this through enough? What made you most nervous was the fact that you were about to use your quirk on a classmate again, on purpose. What if something went wrong? Your fingers twitched with anticipation just as the door beside you burst open.
A bright flash illuminated the space, and the hairs on your body stood on end as static filled the air. You had just enough time to think Kaminari before you were hit with his arcing electricity. It was like being bitten by a million fire ants across every inch of your skin. A scream tore through you, but the sound never reached your ears.
You were knocked out, but due to the nature of your quirk, you remained standing upright, drunkenly swaying on your feet. Immediately, your consciousness recognized it was asleep, and so it was simply a matter of telling yourself to wake up. And so you did.
The stabbing pain of being electrocuted faded to a dull sting, although your muscles twitched with the aftershocks. Your mouth fell open with a groan of discomfort. That really hurt! Kaminari and Jiro were stunned by your swift recovery, and you used that as an opportunity to lurch forward. Your hands grabbed Kaminari's face, and he slumped against your chest almost instantly. Kaminari's soft breaths tickled against your cleavage, and your heart skipped a beat. He looked really cute when he was sleeping!
Unbeknownst to you, Kirishima was fuming in the monitoring room, saying that Kaminari was being totally unmanly by drooling all over your chest like that. Sero was pulling his hair and muttering 'it should've been me'.
Jiro's earphone jack extended downwards, but it was too late. You'd already slipped the third pair of noise cancelling headphones onto Kaminari's ears. That didn't stop Jiro from connecting to her boot speaker and amplifying her heartbeat into a powerful sonic blast. You were sent flying backward, the air rushing from your lungs as you slammed against the back wall. Somehow you'd managed to keep a vice grip on Kaminari throughout the ordeal, the blonde snoring obnoxiously loud in your embrace.
Wait. You could hear again?!
You cursed as you spotted your headphones lying in a broken heap beside you, most likely damaged on impact. You were vulnerable now.
"Leave it to that slacker to sleep on the job," Jiro said from across the room before smirking. "Time for a wake up call!"
"NOT SO FAST!" Yaoyorozu appeared from behind the bomb still wearing her own headphones and blissfully unaware of how loud she was speaking. She held up the dog whistle you'd asked her to create. "GIVE IT UP, HERO!"
She was really milking this whole villain role, but you couldn't have been happier at this time. Jiro's face fell in realization, and she slowly put her hands up in surrender. Your chest swelled with pride. Your hunch was correct! While her ears were her greatest strength, they were also her greatest weakness. Dog whistles were harmless to most humans, but with a quirk like hers, Jiro would be completely incapacitated by the high pitched sound. It was a huge gamble, but it paid off.
Yaoyorozu swiftly apprehended her with the quirk cancelling cuffs while you carefully slid Kaminari off of you and into a sitting position. He was still sleeping peacefully, effectively out of the fight.
"YES!!" Yaoyorozu squealed excitedly, jumping up and down. "WE DID IT!!"
You winced at her volume but smiled nonetheless. "Yeah, we did! That was easier than I thought it would be. Didn't even need the nonconducting blanket."
"WHAT?" She hollered back.
You deadpanned. "You can remove your headphones now."
"WHAT??"
You rolled your eyes and slid the headphones off of her ears, being careful not to touch her porcelain skin directly. "I said that was easy—"
"NOW KAMINARI!" Jiro screamed all of a sudden.
Time seemed to slow down to a snail's pace. Your blood turned to ice, and you whipped around to see the blond on his feet. The headphones on his ears were askew just enough for Jiro's voice to reach him.
You should've made sure they were secure, you should've cuffed him when you had the chance, you should've—
A massive amount of electric energy coated his body, charging up for a powerful attack in a last ditch effort to secure victory. There wasn't any time to think about what you should've done, only enough time to act. You reached out and grabbed for one of the few parts of Yaoyorozu's costume that actually covered her body, feeling her supple bosom underneath your palms for a brief, delicious moment before shoving her away with all the strength you could muster.
Then you felt nothing at all.
Someone was screaming.
Turns out it was you.
You blacked out once again, but the pain was so unbearable that your subconscious forced you to remain slumbering. Yet you were keenly aware of your surroundings, more so than ever before when dozing off. You're not sure how long you laid there on the floor as latent sparks danced across your body, making your muscles twitch and spasm uncontrollably.
You were stuck in limbo, the lines between sleep and wakefulness blurred beyond measure. The usual inky darkness of dreamless rest was filled with fuzzy shapes and forms. Your eyes darted back and forth rapidly beneath your closed lids as you tracked their movements.
All Might announced your victory, but his voice sounded wobbly and watery as though he was lightyears away. You could also sense Yaoyorozu's presence nearby, could almost taste the salt from her tears. She was scolding you profusely, expressing her gratitude, and blaming herself all in the same breath.
That's no good.
Your face twisted into a frown as you snoozed. She was totally killing your heroic high. You'd told her that you'd protect her, and you meant it. You moaned in your sleep, willing your mouth to form the proper words. To let her know that you were glad to be paired up with her, that you were happy to have won together, that you were proud to be a help and not a hindrance.
Instead, your scrambled, hazy brain uttered, "Momo-chan… you've got… a really… sweet rack."
Eh. Close enough.