The next few days pass by in a flurry. Despite the rather unconventional nature of UA, you were getting used to the routine.
So far the coursework wasn't too strenuous, even though you slept soundly through a vast majority of your lectures. It didn't hurt that Midoriya was always more than happy to share his incredibly detailed notes with you. He had his own group of friends, and you were forming one of your own too. You and Hagakure became even closer, working together to coax Koda out of his shell over a fresh batch of Sato's desserts. But at the end of each long and tedious day, the green haired young man was duty bound to escort you safely to your dorm.
Midoriya never declined your invitations to come up for tea and a chat, even when you both knew that there were mountains of homework waiting to be tackled instead. There was a warmth about him that always made it feel less like hosting a guest and more like something akin to domesticity. It was such a small thing (only tea!), but it was nice to feel as though you were taking care of him— even if it was just playing pretend in your head. Nevertheless, you really enjoyed those short private moments spent together, seeing brand new sides of Midoriya that he didn't show during class. And damn if he didn't look good from every side.
The only real thorn in your flesh was your home room teacher, and what a hell of a thorn it was. Apparently when he reviewed the footage of your Battle Trials as well as your reports from the infirmary, Aizawa was furious. He singled you and Midoriya out in the middle of class and gave everyone an impromptu lecture titled Self Sacrificial Sacks of Shit. It was a very short slideshow. His stance on the matter was pretty clear.
Okay, you're on your teacher's shit list, but it's nothing a little hard work couldn't rectify, right? Wrong!!!!
Day in and day out, you gave it everything you had during combat training, but Aizawa still seemed to have it out for you. He criticized your defensive fighting style in combination with such a hands on quirk. So you dug deeper and fought harder. Sore muscles and aching bones became your new normal. It wasn't enough.
The high from winning your Battle Trial completely fizzled out after suffering a string of repeated failures. It was like you'd taken one step forward only to be knocked backwards three more. You weren't as strong or as fast as the others, something Aizawa never failed to remind you of. Inability to adapt with your quirk meant inability to keep up with your classmates. Your teacher referred to you as your last place ranking so frequently that it would've given you a complex— that is, if you didn't already have one.
"You'll never win a fight if all you do is defend, Twenty ," he'd say in that bored tone as he looked down on you, on all fours trying to get back up. You didn't notice the admiration in his eyes at your tenacity, only the harshness in his tone. "Work with your quirk, not around it."
"Yes, sensei," you would reply, biting back the bitter sting of frustrated tears when you really wanted to scream I'm trying, but I don't know what that means!
Then came his 'pop quizzes' to ensure you'd been listening during a catnap while he droned on. He'd paralyze you with his red glare, using his quirk to force you awake as he questioned you in front of the entire class. Sure you knew the answers, but you would stumble over your words each time, groggy from sleep and caught off guard. It never failed to garner a laugh or two from your peers.
No, it wasn't enough for Aizawa to kick the absolute shit out of you in training, but he had to go above and beyond in order to humiliate you as well.
Hagakure always assured you that your teacher's treatment wasn't malicious or the result of some personal grudge against you. Midoriya also insisted that Aizawa was just trying to unlock your full potential. But their words were utterly meaningless when every time your professor spoke, the voice of your father reverberated in your mind.
"You're in no position to help anyone."
Like an infected wound, your animosity for Aizawa festered, rotting you from the inside out. You hid it from the others the best you could behind an easygoing sleepy smile, but you daydreamed often about someone, anyone , taking your asshole of a teacher down a peg.
It was a Wednesday like any other when, for better or worse, your wish was granted.
Aizawa had announced that today's lesson would take place off campus, much to the delight of your easily excitable classmates. Iida demanded order, lecturing the others and chopping his arm in the air repeatedly. You yawned, mumbling that he was only adding to the chaos, causing him to turn his ire on you instead. You started snoring as soon as Iida pointed his nagging mouth in your direction. Glad to see his newly appointed status as class rep wasn't going to his big blue head or anything!
After changing into your hero costumes, the whole rowdy bunch piled into a sizable old bus for the hour long journey.
You made your way to the very back and promptly fell asleep in order to conserve as much energy as possible for whatever was soon to be expected of you. Midoriya sat beside you, clad in his gym clothes since his costume was still in a state of disrepair. He stiffened when your head fell against his shoulder as the bus rumbled to a start.
His emerald gaze was unable to resist the temptation to soak in your slumbering features, lingering on your full, glossy lips for some time. Midoriya could finally admit, at least to himself, that he was fond of watching you sleep. It's just that you always looked so peaceful when you slept, like whatever troubled thoughts worried at your brow had faded into nothingness. With those long pretty lashes flush against your cheeks, he thought you looked angelic.
The coconut and hibiscus fragrance of your conditioner started to make him feel fuzzy and lightheaded. It was one thing for Midoriya to admire your sleeping form from across the classroom, but being this close was proving to be a much bigger challenge. The knee bumping against his, the head on his shoulder, everywhere you touched him left his skin burning red hot.
Hagakure blew a raspberry from her seat a few rows ahead, pointing and laughing at his expense. "Haha, dummy, you're trapped! That's exactly why I didn't sit by her~"
Midoriya hung his head so his bangs would hide the growing blush on his face as the class chuckled lightheartedly before moving on to another topic. Banter and cheer soon filled the confined space. No one seemed to suspect that this was secretly an idyllic situation for the green haired young man.
A trembling hand found its way onto your leg, the thin material of your skirt serving as the only barrier separating him from direct contact. Midoriya held his breath, watching your sleeping face closely for a reaction that never came. He relaxed then, gently caressing the expanse of your thigh through your skirt, imagining your skin would be even softer than this beneath your costume.
Ah, your costume. His big green eyes roamed freely over your slumbering body. You wore it so well, and he could really examine the detail up close like this. That's all he was doing, really, just a bit of examining. And he was a hands on learner.
Feeling bold, Midoriya slid his palm up to the apex of your thick thigh and squeezed, making you sigh deeply. He committed the sound to memory and repeated the action, wanting to hear you again. Instead you shifted a little in your sleep, causing him to freeze until you snored softly. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. Your legs had spread apart slightly, and now all it would take was for Midoriya to extend his fingers the tiniest bit to poke and prod at your clothed sex.
The thought of making you so wet that you woke up with a stain on your costume was driving him insane. Would you be able to keep your composure or would your embarrassment be etched all over your face? You were the one always teasing him, making him blush and stutter over his words like a fool. He was dying to see you with a flustered expression for a change. Just once would be enough. Midoriya's free hand palmed and squeezed the aching hardness in his pants for some relief.
He wanted more , so much more , but his moral compass was already spinning rapidly out of control. If he touched you there , he was almost certain his last shred of restraint would snap in two. So Midoriya resigned himself to simply holding your thigh, feeling the warmth radiating from your core just out of reach. Occasionally his grip on you would tighten into a tender squeeze, or he'd lean down to breathe in the sweet scent of your hair, but that was all.
You couldn't fucking believe it.
Of course, you'd been asleep but fully aware the entire time. He didn't seem like the type of guy to cop a feel, but apparently Midoriya was full of surprises. You should be angry that he'd grope you so unabashedly, hurt that he'd betray your trust so easily, but all you could really feel was a maddening frustration that his thick digits were so close yet so far from where you desperately needed them most.
The featherlight placement of his hand seemed innocuous enough, but the way you were melting into your seat suggested otherwise. Between his teasing touches and the vibrations from the bus's engine thrumming beneath you, it was hard enough just keeping quiet. Why did he stop? Any other thoughts in your head were drowned out by the overwhelming desire for more. A small dissatisfied whine bubbled up in your throat and Midoriya patted your thigh reassuringly, fingertips ghosting over your mound, making you shiver.
Again… Please.
You'd never realized just how massive his hands were, and now you're unsure if you'll ever be able to function properly again without them on you. His fingers were so much bigger , would reach so much deeper , spread you so much wider than yours ever could. Your little cunt was leaking and throbbing and clenching merely from Midoriya's gentle caresses, so just imagining the stars you'd see if he touched your neglected pussy left you breathing heavily. You'd even spread your legs so he could continue his exploration so why the hell did he stop?!
Touch me more! Feel me… please!
You huffed with displeasure, and Midoriya squeezed your thigh again, worried you were having a nightmare. "Shh," he cooed. "S'okay. We're almost there."
You were, you really were almost there! Every bump and turn from the bus made his fingertips brush up against you, just barely missing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were incapable of anything besides softly panting through the mind numbing heat building within. Almost with a stubborn conviction, Midoriya refused to come any closer to your gushy center, keeping you on edge for the duration of the trip. It was precisely the kind of delicious, delicate torture that a sick individual like yourself could find pleasure in.
When the rickety old bus finally came to a screeching halt, you made a big show of rousing awake. Midoriya's hands were folded neatly in his lap, the young man appearing as calm as ever. If it wasn't for the sticky wetness in your panties, you might've thought the whole ordeal was just another one of your midday fantasies. The eager passengers at the front began to disembark as you stretched languidly.
Midoriya gave you his usual sweet smile full of innocence. A light flush spread across his cheeks as your low lidded eyes observed him openly. "H-have a good nap?"
Maybe you were reading too much into a simple touch. This was Midoriya, after all. He wasn't like that.
You mirrored his geniality. "Oh, so good."
He nodded brightly, but you peeped the drop of sweat on his brow. "Good!"
Your gaze fell to his hands, and your smile turned filthy. " Really good—"
"Get the FUCK off the bus and learn some new adjectives, ya damn Extras!" Bakugou shouted, banging on the roof as he exited.
"H-hey, you can't say that anymore," you stood up to yell out of the window. "We're reclaiming it!! Power to the people!"
"Power to the Extras!" Hagakure was the only one to answer the cheer, and she quickly turned on a confused looking Koda and Sato. "Dammit, you two, why do we even have rehearsals?"
Bakugou gave you a smug, deeply self-satisfied grin from over his shoulder. He mouthed something at you that looked suspiciously like 'dumbass'.
"Thanks a lot guys," you sighed dejectedly, following a chuckling Midoriya off the bus.
Glittering in the sunlight stood a massive dome shaped building with a glass ceiling. The sign out front read USJ. You tilted your head to the side. Universal Studios Japan?
"A friend of mine will be joining us for today's lesson," Aizawa drawled, "so please do your best not to embarrass me."
Was it just your imagination or was he looking right at you when he said that? You glared at the ground with a clenched jaw. The inside of the building was even more impressive than the outside. Each section was meant to simulate a different type of natural disaster, and your eyes weren't sure where to focus. You spotted a flood zone, flaming ruins, and a landslide, just to name a few. Space Hero Thirteen was waiting for you all within, proud to showcase her creation, The Unforeseen Simulation Joint.
"I'm sure you're aware that I have a very powerful quirk," Thirteen began. "It's called Black Hole. I can use it to suck up anything and turn it into dust."
"Aye, yooo," Kaminari snickered and elbowed Sero, waggling his brows up and down suggestively.
Jiro rolled her eyes. "You are a grown man."
"You've used Black Hole to save people from all sorts of disasters, right?" Midoriya piped up with starry eyes as Uraraka nodded enthusiastically. Nerds!!
"That's true, but my quirk could also very easily be used to kill." Thirteen continued seriously. "Some of you also have powers that can be deadly."
A pit formed in your stomach. This time you knew for sure it was irrational, but once again you felt called out. Quirks could be lethal, that was just an inherent truth of the world. But you wondered if there were things worse than death. With such frequent use of your quirk, thoughts of your mother had begun to plague you as of late. To live without a waking consciousness, to die in every way except permanently; floating endlessly in a liminal space between.
That had to be worse than death, right?
You felt like a child again, running away from that damned hospital as fast as you could. But no matter how far or how fast you ran, you seemed incapable of escaping the sins of your past.
Somehow, you managed to perk up slightly when you heard that today would be focused on Rescue training. That's exactly what got you accepted into this university, so you felt a small boost of confidence. This might be just the thing to get you out of your rut, while also proving your worth to your teacher, your classmates, and frankly, to yourself.
So naturally, that's when everything went wrong.
The fluorescent lights overhead flickered on and off, interrupting Thirteen mid sentence. You quirked a brow and looked around, heart stuttering when you spotted a swirl of black mist forming just below the stairs. A group of suspicious characters poured out of the darkness, and they didn't exactly strike you as folks on UA's payroll. The look on Aizawa's face confirmed your suspicions and cemented your steadily growing sense of unease.
"Stay together and don't move!" Your teacher barked, equipping his tactical goggles. "Thirteen, protect the students!"
A feeling of impending doom washed over you. This was most certainly not a part of the lesson.
"Wait, has the training started already?" Kirishima asked, walking straight towards the interlopers. "I thought we were rescuing people."
You smacked your forehead, dumbstruck. The clouds seemed to part and a ray of light shined down on you through the domed glass ceiling in a moment of divine clarity.
Holy shit… he's a moron.
"At least he's pretty," Hagakure muttered, matching your thoughts perfectly.
"Stay back!" Aizawa held up a hand. "This is real. Those are villains!"
Gasps erupted from the crowd of students, confounding you even further. How did they not realize that already? Couldn't they feel the bloodlust radiating out in waves from these intruders? They each looked dangerous, but the creepy dude with the severed hands all over his face and body sent a chill up your spine. Not to judge a book by its cover but hello?? All the while, more and more goons were warping in from god knows where.
Panic began to spread as Yaoyorozu questioned Thirteen about the school's alarm system and how the villains snuck in. A pressure started to build beneath your skull. You could feel it hanging off your classmates, some more than others, like a smog. The smell, the taste of it was thick and electrifying yet strangely familiar. Strangely intoxicating. When you realized what it was you felt disgusted with yourself.
Fear .
It was clear to everyone now that this wasn't a drill, but you forced yourself to pretend otherwise or else you'd be completely immobilized by terror yourself. You had enough of that on your own to deal with, but now it was like you were soaking up everyone else's too. In order to make it out unscathed, you had to imagine this was the Rescue lesson. What do you do?
"We have to go and get help," you blurted. "There's too many of them for Aizawa to handle alone. Uh, respectfully , sensei."
" Tch ," Bakugou spat your name in disgust. "Never would've pegged ya as a coward."
"N-no, she's right, Kacchan," Midoriya looked terrified for your professor. "Even if you can nullify their quirks, your fighting style is better suited for stealth and one on one fights, Aizawa!"
The raven haired hero caught your gaze. "Can't be a Pro if you only have one trick. I'll leave it to you, Thirteen." He leapt down into the middle of the fray, immediately dropping two villains with ease.
It was incredible watching a Pro in action, and you had to shake yourself out of your brief reverie as Thirteen ushered the class towards the exit. Now you all just had to grab some staff member reinforcements and hurry back to help Aizawa. Then you could get to the bottom of who dared to attack such a prestigious school and why.
Suddenly that inky black smoke appeared blocking the exit. A face formed among the mist, then it spoke. "Apologies for the interruption, little heroes! We are the League of Villains, and we have come to snuff out the Symbol of Peace. Where is All Might?"
Midoriya made a sound like he'd been struck. Bakugou and Kirishima surged forward before anyone could stop them, passing cleanly through the vapors without doing any damage to the villain whatsoever. If those two powerhouses weren't able to hurt him then… Damn.
The misty presence expanded with the intent to swallow your entire class whole. There was no telling what fresh hell this villain would warp you all away to! Frantic, you reached out for Hagakure, but you were too late, her voice screaming your name as she was snatched away searing into the deepest parts of your brain. Midoriya grabbed your waist, pulling your body backwards and flush against his just as the mist engulfed your intertwined forms. The floor beneath your feet vanished, and you felt utterly weightless in a state of free fall, anchored only by the pressure of Midoriya's arms cradling you firmly to his chest. For a brief moment, it was like you were floating.
Then, the two of you crashed into a freezing body of water. Midoriya released his hold and began swimming to the surface, but you spotted something quickly approaching from behind him. The small bit of breath in your lungs escaped in a rush of bubbles as you screamed, realizing it was a villain with a shark head barreling right towards you. Your soul floated up out of your body until Midoriya yelped and stuffed it back into your chest, also noticing the shark villain approaching with a panicked expression. Before you could both be devoured, Asui appeared with a powerful kick that sent the villain off course long enough for her to use her froggy tongue to haul the two of you safely up and out of the water.
You were deposited coughing and spluttering onto the deck of a fishing vessel. You and Midoriya tearfully thanked Tsu for saving your lives after catching your breath. You couldn't stop shaking. That was way too close for comfort!! A chill ran up your spine that had nothing to do with the cold water soaking through your suit. This must be the flood zone and, like sitting ducks, the three of you were completely surrounded by a hoard of seafaring enemies.
These villains really weren't fucking around in the slightest!!
"Why would anyone want to kill All Might?" Midoriya pondered aloud, pulling you from your internal spiral.
"Well, he is the Symbol of Peace," Asui said.
"Taking him down wouldn't just cause a ripple effect." You trembled as you thought about what All Might had told Recovery Girl. "It'd be tsunami level waves."
Midoriya shook the troubling thoughts from his head with a look of fierce determination. "It doesn't matter now. Our only choice is to fight back and win."
The three of you did your best to strategize until one of the villains struck the ship, breaking it apart. You yelped as the vessel began to sink. Midoriya jumped off the deck, using Delaware Smash on the surface of the water, effectively disrupting the villains. He bit down on his lip as a couple of his fingers broke in the process. Tsu grabbed you and used her tongue to snatch Midoriya from the air as the three of you escaped in the confusion.
The other two seemed relieved to have made it out of the flood zone, but you were filled with a burning shame. They were both amazing while you stood by unable to do anything helpful. Asui wondered what your next course of action should be, noting that Aizawa was still fighting in the Central Plaza. Midoriya suggested lending your combined efforts to your teacher, but his words just went in one ear and out the other. You couldn't even help yourself, how were you supposed to save Aizawa?
What if you just got in the way?
What if you really were just a hindrance?
Midoriya sensed your trepidation, offering a kind smile. "Just stay behind me, okay?"
You tasted bile in your throat, clenching your fists as you followed the pair wordlessly. Somehow you only felt worse now. Was it not enough to be constantly chasing behind them in training? To fight as hard as you could knowing that despite it all you were incapable of keeping up with your tireless classmates. Humiliation and frustration simmered your blood beneath your skin. The gap between you and the others just kept getting larger and larger. Even now, with all your lives on the line, you were forced to stare at their backs, forever out of reach.
The trio made it to the Central Plaza, hiding a few yards away behind a few boulders. You craned to see the action, only to be shocked to discover Aizawa severely wounded on the ground. A hideous creature like nothing you've ever seen before towered over your teacher's limp form, pinning him down at an awkward angle. You'd prayed on this man's downfall plenty of times, but the sickening feeling in your stomach cemented the fact that this was not what you wanted.
That blue haired weirdo scratched his neck incessantly as he addressed your fallen teacher. "Tell All Might that he is wanted by Artificial Human Nomu."
The warp villain appeared before him. "Thirteen has been defeated, but one of the students managed to escape."
"Dammit! He'll most likely go and find dozens of Pros to bring back that we won't be able to defeat." The scratching grows more intense. "As much as it pains me, we're going to have to retreat." Your sigh of relief died in your throat when his manic eyes landed on you. "However before we go, why not knock the Symbol of Peace's pride down a notch?"
In a mere instant he was upon the three of you, an ashy palm outstretched, the same hand that he'd used to decay Aizawa's elbow now reaching toward Asui's face. She was frozen to the spot. He was going to kill the girl who had just saved your life. The funny little frog who was always so smart and sweet and could use her quirk in countless different ways. The world couldn't afford to lose such a capable future hero.
All of the fear within you transformed into a white hot blaze of fury. Time slowed down as your body surged forward on autopilot. You felt the familiar tingle of your quirk activating and a burst of energy that came from seemingly out of nowhere. Your fist grew warm as you concentrated all of your strength into a single punch barreling straight for those scarred, chapped lips.
Midoriya and Aizawa were the only ones to notice the dark plume of smoke rolling off of your clenched hand. You never went on the offensive and you never used the nightmare aspect of your quirk on your classmates, but this was different. This was life or death. And when it came down to a homicidal maniac or your friends, you'd choose them every single time.
I'll show you… the meaning of true fear .
At the last possible second, the Nomu leapt in front of its master, easily absorbing the blow from your attack. You squealed and unleashed a flurry of punches, horrified when you realized that all your efforts were fruitless. Visions of darkness, emptiness, nothingness flashed in your mind with each hit. Whatever this Artificial Human was, it didn't require sleep. It was merely a puppet without strings carrying out the will of its puppeteer. Like you, it didn't even dream.
Midoriya jumped in to aid you, blowing his glove to pieces as his fist glowed with the power of One For All. His punch sent a ripple through the Nomu, but your face cracked when you saw that even he was unable to do any damage to the inhuman creature. The swell of bravado within crumbled as you devolved into a hopeless noodle once again, coming to terms with your imminent demise.
I'm really gonna die… a virgin, no less!!!
Suddenly the doors of the USJ burst open with a thunderous bang. Standing in the threshold was the Symbol of Peace himself, looking every bit as imposing as his title suggested. That million watt smile of his seemed to shed its light upon every single corner of the vast space. Fat, welling tears of joy sprung from your eyes, and you think Midoriya cried a little seeing his mentor in the flesh as well.
"Have no fear!" All Might boomed. "Because now, I'm here!"
And miraculously, you were fearless. For an earth shattering moment you were bursting with reverence of the number one coming to aid in your hour of need.
That is, until Handsy McGee rasped out, "Oh, good. We can continue the mission!"