Only two days after the Sports Festival, seemingly everything had changed. Most notably, your popularity skyrocketed practically overnight.
On a simple convenience store run, you were recognized multiple times on the street, and even by the cute cashier who let you take your items for free. Around campus, students and staff alike would approach you to offer their heartfelt compliments. And your damn classmates never stopped patting you on the back. After only 48 hours of this treatment, you were starting to get a little weary and uncomfortable from all the sudden attention.
Just this morning in the courtyard (in front of so many people!), Mina kept insisting that you won bronze for the girls, gays, and they's— which admittedly was pretty funny and seemed relatively harmless. Until Bakugou shoulder checked you, growling and grumbling under his breath as he went. He tended to do that whenever anyone would praise you (or Todoroki for that matter). You glared daggers into his back.
Bitter bitch, you won gold!
He's so damn annoying. But you're trying to be nice and amicable; while Bakugou is still your rival—along with all your other classmates!—you are no longer warring. There's no need to waste more energy than necessary quarreling with your peers. And it was way too early to deal with the blond's explosive attitude anyway, so you proceeded with humility as you entered the main school building.
You open your shoe locker with a yawn— only to be buried under a mountain of love letters, cookies, chocolates, and plushies. The gifts all seemed to be from students in other courses, and maybe even a few upperclassmen? Okay, subtle flex! After swapping out your shoes, you skipped to Class 1-A so that you could share your spoils of war with your dear friends. As soon as you opened the door, though, your idiot friends were upon you.
"There she is~! Our rising star~!" Sato and Hagakure harmonize so beautifully— it's completely embarrassing, because that means they were definitely practicing (most likely for hours on end). "The most extraordinary Extra of them all~!"
"Cringe," you tell your friends blankly as Koda giggles quietly behind the deflated pair. (He'd warned them you wouldn't appreciate the gesture!)
"Fem queen!" Aoyama gushes. "Legendary icon yassss!" The blond throws rose petals at your feet. What the heck? You eye the petals skeptically. Who just carries those around??
"Dudette, you're totally a meme!" Kirishima grins as he throws a beefy arm over your shoulder, scrolling through his phone to show you the countless images and edits of you floating around on the web. "Once you're immortalized in internet format, then you know you've made it big, ladybro!"
To say that you're overwhelmed is a bit of an understatement— and not just because of the total hottie clinging to you. One little bronze medal, and now you're giving main character energy all of a sudden? Too weird. You almost preferred when your classmates barely even noticed your existence. Ah well. The grass is always greener…
There's plenty to go around, so you offer some chocolates to Kiri with a shy smile, and he accepts them happily. Bakugou enters, and Kirishima quickly detaches from you to congratulate the grumbling ash blond for his gold medal. You sat at your desk, tearing into your sweet goodies eagerly and laughing with your crew as you read some of the confession letters. Most of them were even more cringeworthy than Sato and Hagakure's singalong, but the cheesy poems did help the time go by as the other students slowly file in to the classroom.
"I hope you don't find this creepy," you read one aloud, "but I think you're so cute when you're sleepy. Pretty please go out with me, or I'll walk around oh so weepy— WHAT?!" You shriek, hair puffing up like a startled cat.
"EWWW!?" Hagakure explodes in a fit of giggles.
"I'm actually taking physical damage from that one?" Sato clutches his sides.
Hot garbage , Koda signs, making you all laugh uproariously.
"What's so funny?" Midoriya asks curiously as he approaches.
He looks handsome and full of pep today, but his lovely hands are still wrapped in bandages. Unlike you, he's still recovering from the Sports Fest a couple days ago.
"Ah, it's nothing really," you shrug casually before offering him an unopened package of chocolates. It's one of the higher quality multipacks, and you set this one aside especially for him. "Sweets?"
Izuku's eyes widen in surprise, and he blushes so pretty and pink. Your heart pounds. He really looks the best this way!
Then Hagakure decides to open her big fat invisible mouth. "Nothing?! Ya girl over here is drowning in secret admirers." She only giggles when you begin to swat at her. "What?? It's true!!"
Midoriya chokes on air, and he can almost hear thunderclouds clapping in the distance despite the sunny day. All of these candies and cookies and cute little stuffies around you were gifts? From other students?? And you were offering him someone else's love confession chocolates— like it meant nothing?! Never would he even dream of accepting someone else's token for you— it would make him sick to his stomach! His body would reject it automatically!!
"Don't be so dramatic~!" you chuckle, passing a crinkling plastic bundle of sweets to a hungry looking Sero who thanks you with a blinding white grin. "They just like me all of a sudden because I placed third in the Sports Fest. I'm sure all the hype will die down in a few days. Besides," you bat your sleepy lashes at Izuku. "Confessions are best done in person, don't ya think?"
Midoriya only stutters profusely in reply, visibly sweating. It takes all of his strength to work up the courage to speak to you in casual conversation most of the time. And now you've made your low opinion on love letters abundantly clear. His lower lip wobbles. So much for putting his feelings for you into written form…
Aizawa enters the classroom then, and everyone hurries to their seats. "Alright, today's Hero Informatics period will be dedicated to choosing your Hero names."
The class ripples with excitement as your teacher discloses the draft results, from nominations by Pro heroes showing interest in all of your potential futures. Bakugou and Todoroki both have an overwhelming majority of offers, followed by you after a rather steep decline. Still, you sit up a little straighter in your chair, more than pleased with another third place ranking. All the way at the bottom of the list is Midoriya, with zero nominations.
"Probably grossed everyone out with your creepy bone breaking quirk," you tease him, giggling as the poor guy squirms and flushes in embarrassment. Kaminari and Sero also clown him mercilessly, their comments making you laugh even harder.
"Regardless of whether or not you received nominations, I will be making sure that all of you go get work-place experience." Aizawa projects over the chatter. "While you lot did get first-hand experience at the U.S.J. unfortunately… I think that experiencing the activities of Pro heroes first hand will prove to be more fruitful training."
Midnight strolls into the classroom, winking and smirking seductively, striking poses at invisible cameras. You sink back down in your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose at the sight of the R-rated heroine. Aizawa explains to the class that he requested Midnight to evaluate your Hero names.
"The way your futures end up," Aizawa intones seriously, "will depend heavily on the image projected by the Hero names you choose."
So, like, no pressure or anything!!
Midnight gives Class 1-A only fifteen minutes to decide on their Hero names. Students quickly shuffle seats to huddle together, and the classroom soon buzzes with enthusiastic discourse. You stare at your reflection in the small whiteboard, twirling the dry-erase marker in your hand as you rack your brain for ideas.
What kind of hero do you want to be?
Izuku takes the empty seat beside you with a kind smile. "Having trouble?"
"That obvious?" You chuckle sheepishly.
"We're only brainstorming, so just say the first thing that pops into your head." Izuku taps his chin thoughtfully. "What about… Sleeping Beauty!"
You snort, turning away to hide your face. "Um, I think I would run into some copyright issues with that name."
"Hmm, well how about… Pillow Princess!" He exclaims, bright green eyes bursting with sweet innocence.
You gape at the boy in shock before shaking your head in slight disbelief. "I-I don't think you know what you're saying."
He pouts. You don't like that name either? The young man tilts his head side to side as he thinks. "Then maybe… Dream Girl?" Izuku quickly shakes his head with a frown. "No, I wouldn't want everyone calling you that," he mutters quietly to himself, but you still manage to hear it.
You tug at your collar, suddenly feeling hot. This boy will end up being the death of you, you're almost certain of it! "W-What about you, Izuku? Decided yet?"
"O-Oh, yeah!" Midoriya holds his whiteboard up to you proudly. "My Hero name is going to be Deku!"
You frown, knowing full well the meaning behind the cruel nickname. "Are you sure?"
"I know it started out as a way for Kacchan to poke fun at me," Izuku says softly, his gaze drifting over to the brunette cutie with pink cheeks giggling alongside the class rep. "B-But someone helped me realize that Deku could also be the name of a hero."
"Ah," you smile weakly. "That's nice."
Before long, Midnight announces that time is up. One by one, your classmates walk to the front of the room to reveal their Hero names. Midnight isn't at all shy about giving her honest opinions on each new title. Eventually it's your turn to step up and declare yourself to the Hero world. There are many curious eyes looking toward you.
You had thought long and hard about who you want to be, the mark that you wish to leave on this country.
You want to be: the Hero that you never had.
For much of your life (or at least after The Incident when your quirk first surfaced), your survival was left in your own hands. When you were hungry, you had to find ways to feed yourself. When you were lonely or bored, you had to keep your mind active lest you descend into madness. And when harm came to befall you, in the form of three boys who cared not for consent, then it was up to you to change your fate, to save yourself. And that is just what you did.
But you know that there are so many who cannot protect themselves; weak and vulnerable people… people like your mom. Quirkless individuals with fragile bodies and delicate hearts. You wanted to help those who couldn't help themselves. You wanted to be the shining light in the darkness, a beacon of hope. You wanted to take away their fears. Even if this power you wielded was capable of committing egregious acts, you still hoped, believed , dreamed that you could use it to help others.
You flip the whiteboard, revealing your kanji decorated with cloud shaped doodles to the class as you boldly declared, "From here on out, I'll be known as Twilight: the Dreamy Hero." You take note of the many confused faces in the room and continue quickly. "Twilight is the time of day when the sun has already set, but you can still see the light. As a Pro hero, I want to be that light."
Bakugou is the first to react, throwing back his head and cackling. "You've gotta be fucking with me! This bitch talkin' about the damn sparkly vampire movie?" He slaps the wooden surface of his desk as he continues to laugh at your expense.
"That's enough, Bakugou," Aizawa warns sternly.
You facepalm with burning cheeks. How utterly humiliating. You'd completely forgotten about that popular movie series when deciding on your Hero name. "N-No! It's— dammit…! Completely unrelated."
"Well, I absolutely love it," Midnight beams. "It's rather complimentary to my Hero name, too. Could I have been a source of inspiration?" She winks at you suggestively, and it's a miracle that you don't combust on the spot.
"Purely coincidence," you shield the woman's face (and killer bod) from view with the whiteboard as Midnight giggles at your antics. Her smirk tells you that she sees right through you, which is even more disarming and disorienting. "Ugh… It's…"
"Perfect," Midoriya whispers quietly to himself, gazing at you in pure admiration from his desk.
After Class 1-A has finished formulating their Hero names, Aizawa tells his students that their field training will be one week long. He says that the students who received nominations will get a personalized list of work places to choose from. He also gives the students who didn't receive nominations lists that have 40 work places to choose from. Aizawa tells his class to choose one work place from their respective lists, saying that they have until the end of the week to make their work place choices.
You look over your own hefty packet of Pro hero nominations. Every name on this list represents a Pro who sees potential in you. There's a growing sense of accomplishment as you read each name, although you don't see Mirko or Hawks among them. Either one of those two would've definitely been your top choice, so you can't help but feel a little disappointed.
However there is still a Pro hero that makes your nose burst with blood as you melt into a puddle around your desk, all from just reading their name. This could totally come back to bite you in the ass… But if you can overcome your perverted nature and actually learn to be at ease in her presence, then there wouldn't be a villain or hero alive able to break your focus. You submit your decision for the workplace field training by the end of the day with confidence.
***
After class was concluded, Izuku walks you back to the dormitory as usual, yammering excitedly about the upcoming work studies. Apparently the green haired boy was nominated by a retired Pro hero known as Gran Torino, who offered to train him. You wonder if the old man knows about the true nature of One For All, or if he's going to be shell shocked when Izuku starts snapping his bones like pocky sticks. In any case—
"This calls for a celebration!" You exclaim. "Future Pros Deku and Twilight are about to make their big debut! Aha, I think I've still got some tea and dessert in my room~!" You waggle your eyebrows at him enticingly.
Izuku chuckles and shakes his head but follows you into Heights Alliance anyway. "Didn't you get enough sweets this morning? You'll get a tummy ache if you overdo it, ya know~!"
"I don't claim any of that cursed energy," you reply as you unlock your door, ignoring the flutter in your chest. Even when he's admonishing you, he's absolutely adorable.
Izuku dumps his bag on the floor and plops into what you jokingly refer to as His designated beanbag chair with a content sigh. He relaxes in your space, subtly observing you as always.
Even so, Midoriya tries his best not to look up your skirt when you bend down to access the mini fridge, pulling out a half eaten dessert that Sato made for you as a reward for placing third in the Sports Fest. While the tea brews, you slip off your leather gloves with your teeth, haphazardly tossing them on your bed before carefully divvying up the dessert. A bit of sweetness gets on your thumb, and you don't think twice about slipping the digit into your mouth and moaning appreciatively. Izuku shudders, taking a mental screenshot of your face and filing away the little pleasured sound you made safely in his mind.
The two of you chitchat idly over tea and dessert.
"Don't tell Mirko, but I guess my favorite Pro would have to be Hawks," you nod decidedly after taking one last bite. "His quirk is so flashy, and he can rescue so many people at once with his feathers."
Izuku smiles broadly. "So you want to be a Rescue hero then, like Hawks?"
"Definitely! He's so young, but he's already the Number Three. I read somewhere that his goal is to create a world where we don't even need heroes." Your eyes twinkle like stars. "A world where the Pros have too much time on their hands. That always stuck with me."
Midoriya hums in understanding, taking note of the passion and admiration burning in your low lidded eyes. Then he watches your face split in a girlish grin.
"Plus, he's so crazy sexy~!" You squeal, rolling around on your bed. "That hair, those eyes, his big giant—"
"UM?" Midoriya squeaks.
"I was gonna say wings!" You giggle, clutching a pillow to your chest with a dreamy look. "He's always winking and flirting with the media cameras, so carefree and cool. I want to be just like him!"
Midoriya's expression is unreadable, and you turn sour. "Damn, Izuku, I always listen like a good friend when you go on and on about your huge All Might crush."
"C-Crush?!" He splutters with a reddened face. "It's not like that at all! I look up to him and admire him, but…" He trails off when he catches your disbelieving gaze.
You're giving him a smug look that says girl, be fucking for real. He scoffs.
"Your quirk is pretty flashy too," Izuku says, deftly changing the subject. "Especially the way you used it in the Sports Fest! Gotta admit, I've never seen you look so…"
"Scary?" You huff a laugh, but it's hollow and empty, unlike your usual cadence.
Of course, as quirk obsessed as he is, it was only a matter of time before Midoriya would want to pester you with a slew of questions. But you didn't understand much of your own quirk yourself— and what little details you could piece together, you didn't really care for. You grimace.
"Intense," Izuku gently corrects.
It's true, he's more than a little curious about your quirk. But who wouldn't be after what you unleashed in the arena? The destruction you'd caused with only your hands, the power that came from just your body alone. When Midoriya first saw the smoke in the ring, like everyone else, he'd thought it had come from Bakugou. But the dark clouds surrounding you were different than those caused by Bakugou's explosions, a subtle detail that only Izuku would pick up on since he grew up around the hotheaded blond.
Midoriya can't help but wonder how the dessert-loving drowsy girl he sees before him now was able to look so threatening and severe when facing off against Kacchan.
"What can I say? I woke up on the wrong side of the bed that day," you shrug dismissively, brushing the topic off.
"So it came from how you slept?" Izuku ponders, but the answer doesn't quite satisfy the itch in his brain. "Then has something similar happened before?"
"No!" you blurt, the short word coming out far more clipped than you'd intended. Midoriya flinches, and you exhale wearily. "Just… drop it, okay, Izuku?"
"But—"
"Oi, remind me what age your quirk developed?" You quip.
The boy clams up suddenly, just as you expected.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like you wanted to use Izuku's secret against him. But he always tries to shake you down for details about your quirk, knowing full well that he can't (or won't?) speak freely about his own. And you damn sure don't want to tell him anything more about your quirk than he needs to know. The last thing that you wanted was for Izuku to find out just how catastrophically destructive you could be. The irreparable damage that you could cause to your family, and by extension to your very own self.
But the sight of him with his pretty green eyes downcast and his lips curved into a frown makes your resolve crumble. Frankly, it's embarrassing how weak you are for him.
"Fine," you relent with a heavy, dramatic sigh. "I'll tell you one thing."
Izuku brightens immediately. "Really?! Y-You don't have to! But if you're offering, then—"
"No," you interrupt. "No questions. I'll tell you one detail, that's it."
And your reaction to this will tell me everything I need to know.
You take a deep breath, summoning the courage and strength to disclose this information. It was one thing telling Yaoyorozu during the Battle Trial (when you genuinely thought you might die!), but this still feels so much more raw somehow. You need a moment to gather yourself. Midoriya blinks owlishly, watching you with rapt attention.
"So I sleep all the time, anywhere and everywhere," you whisper, and Midoriya nods enthusiastically since he knows this already. "But I… I never dream."
Izuku goes slack jawed, then he gives you the most miserable puppy dog eyes in the world. "That's… s-so sad," he murmurs.
Your heart sinks, and you have to tear your gaze away from his sorrowful expression. The room goes silent as you try not to let the young man's pity make you physically ill. He sniffles quietly while you gaze at the multicolored lights dancing beneath the clouds on your ceiling.
"Thank you for telling me." Izuku could tell that it took a lot for you to share this. His green eyes shine with tears when he finally speaks once more, saying your first name with an affectionate -chan tacked on the end. "I-If you could dream, then what would you dream of?"
Your own sleepy eyes widen. Of all the reactions you've had when disclosing this aspect of your quirk (the strange glances and whispered rumors), no one has ever asked you that question in response. You don't have a reply ready for him. And you certainly aren't prepared for the thoughts that pop into your mind.
The notion of boarding a train without the crippling anxiety that an innocent bystander may brush up against you and pass out. Going to the beach in only a bikini, just to feel the sun on your skin. Being close to someone—caring for someone and being cared for by them—simply feeling the touch of another as they looked you in the eyes, rather than falling asleep.
"Everything," you find yourself confessing to him. "Anything."
Izuku gets more comfortable in the beanbag, tuckered out from crying. His eyelids are low, legs spread wide, head tilted back. "It may sound silly, especially coming from me of all people… but you've gotta be more confident in yourself. After all, your quirk is able to affect dreams!" He yawns deeply, flashing his canines. "And here at UA, everyone is dreaming big. With a quirk like yours, you might just be one of the strongest people here."
You look at him in silent awe just as the boy drifts off into sleep. He's so beautiful, utterly mesmerizing, especially in such a relaxed state. Your heart threatens to leap right out of your chest. Izuku has fallen asleep (!!!) which means he feels comfortable with you, safe with you. (Or he's just exhausted from all his OFA training… no, the other theory definitely feeds your delusions better!)
You watch the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest for a while before curling up in bed for a quick catnap yourself.
An irritating buzzing sound wakes you up long after the sun has set. The source of the noise is Midoriya's phone, and you pick it up off the floor, wincing as the bright screen flashes Mama Bear <3 . Izuku's mother is calling, no doubt fretting over his whereabouts at this late hour.
Still groggy, you reach out for his freckled cheek to wake the young man. It isn't until your fingertips brush against his skin that you remember you aren't wearing your gloves. You have just enough time to think Uh Oh! Your body tingles as your quirk activates, and you are pulled into his dream.
It's disorienting every time.
You groan, wondering if your dessert might come back out of your body the same way that it entered as you try to right yourself without the usual tug of gravity. When you take in your surroundings, you recognize it as one of the smaller gym areas in UA, equipped with heavy dumbbells and expensive treadmills. You shake your head. Of course, even in his dreams, Izuku is training endlessly. It's almost laughable as you try to figure out how to make your exit.
Then you hear it. The soft grunts and deep groans of exertion. Curiously, you look down from where you float high above. Your breath catches in your lungs.
It's Izuku, naturally, but You are also there on the center mat with him. The two of you are in your Hero costumes, grappling in close combat. Your mind trips over itself rushing to rationalize what you see.
O-Okay… it's a little odd that you're present, but not too weird considering you were just hanging out with him. And you two have sparred many times before. It's not all that surprising his subconscious slipped you into the mix. But then you hear the ripping and tearing of fabric.
Dream Izuku has Dream You pinned down to the mat as he shreds your costume from your body. (Or her body?? this is maddening!!) He moans loudly in delight as more sun kissed skin is revealed, and the two lock lips passionately.
If you hadn't already been floating weightlessly, your soul would've fell right out of your body. You've played coy for quite some time now, but there's no denying it any longer. Not when the evidence is right in front of you like this. It's still so unbelievable.
Izuku… he really likes you, really wants you.
The sight unfolding before you is like your own personalized pornography, so there's no one who could possibly blame you for drifting closer in a trancelike state as things heat up between the entangled pair. They continue to battle for dominance, rolling around on the mat.
It's unclear which of the two is more compelling to watch. Your other self, your Dream Self is somehow the safer choice. Even still, it feels strange and jarring. This girl, she looks so much like you and yet so far from the image of yourself in your mind. She is clearly You, but in all the best lighting, at all the best angles, despite how often she shifts in the greenette's hold. An involuntary shudder runs through your incorporeal form. Is this… how Izuku sees you?
And oh god, him .
Never has his Hero costume looked so good, so enticing clinging to his lean muscled frame. Does it fit him that well normally or is this just the image he's projecting in his dream? Either way, it's definitely working. He's all hard angles in his body, but his deep green eyes and gentle smile appear soft as he regards Dream You.
For quirk related purposes only (of course!), you draw even closer.
Izuku is still fully dressed despite the fact that he's torn every bit of poor little Dream You's costume from her skin. Sweet darling seems cold, shaking in the lowlight as she looks at him. What will he do to her? Surely she's thinking. You tremble with anticipation, just as eager to find out.
Then Midoriya moves to swap their positions. It wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't ventured so close. As Dream You is flipped onto her back, her skin brushes against yours. A wrinkle forms in your brain at the contact, then a whole flood of new sensations as suddenly you are solid, suddenly you are here , fully and undeniably immersed into the dream.
You feel the padded canvas mat beneath you, the cold air against your bare skin, and most of all the pleasurable weight of Izuku's lean body slotted on top of you. His soft lips press against yours sloppily, and you whimper into his mouth as the boy effectively steals your first kiss.
The sound makes Midoriya shudder against you. "Angel, you're killing me." His voice stirs up your insides, never before hearing him speak in such a deep and desperate tone. "Need you so bad." He pokes his tongue into your mouth, gliding alongside your own. It's like tasting a live wire, hot and electric.
You shiver underneath his touch despite the heat it ignites within. Inner turmoil bubbles to the surface. This… this has just gotta be wrong on so many different levels! It can't be heroic at all, infringing upon his privacy and spying on his most personal thoughts— let alone getting off on them. As much as you've fantasized about having Midoriya all to yourself, you know deep down that this isn't right.
But god, it feels so damn good..!
You freeze as Izuku kisses your jaw, then your neck, then the peaks and valleys of your chest, slowly maneuvering his way down your body and leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he plants his lips below your navel, showing no signs of stopping as he makes his way to your core, you can't help but squirm anxiously. The grip on your thighs only tightens, his gloved fingertips digging into your plush skin.
"Be still, doll," Midoriya coos, breathing into your heat.
The first brush of his wet appendage along your most sensitive folds makes you gasp sharply in shock. Izuku releases a little pleased rumble too. The natural scent of you invading his senses, your yummy essence coating his tongue, it's all so much stronger, so much more potent than what his subconscious is usually able to conjure up. He moans airily in content, lapping up your pussy eagerly with the wide part of his tongue. Drawing long, fat stripes all the way up your weeping slit. Drinking your leaking arousal with happy hums and deep groans of approval. Midoriya nestles between your legs comfortably, like it's his second home.
You, on the other hand, are struggling to keep it together. This damn dork, this hopeless fucking dweeb is licking and sucking and moaning and groaning into your little kitty cat like you are the only thing that can bring him salvation. You've never even made out with a guy before this, let alone have one tongue fucking you so enthusiastically as Izuku is doing now. Your brain short circuits, and your body is burning up from the inside out.
I-It's just a dream , you remind yourself sternly, but the way Midoriya is slurping at your clit feels oh so real. You thrash wildly, whimpering and whining softly at his ministrations. You— you have got to get out of here , far away from this situation. If he keeps up at this rate, then you won't be able to hold back very long, you'll cum all over your nerdy classmate's face for sure! With admirable resilience, you fight back against your own deep desire.
The singular word manages to sober you. Desire . Rather than the buzzing fear of a nightmare, you're being enveloped by the warm embrace of a dream, the intense burning fire of pure desire.
One of Midoriya's greatest desires… is you? No, it can't be… can it? You try to inch away, but he just grips you even harder, pulls you back impossibly closer.
"Baby, why're you acting up like this?" Izuku whines, voice muffled between your legs. When you try to pull away from him again, the normally timid boy levels you with a withering glare, the hard stony look in his dark jade eyes weakening your resolve. It's nothing like the usual soft, gentle way he regards you. "Cut it out. You know better," he claims with such unwavering confidence that you start reeling, unsure.
Do you? You find yourself internally asking, do you know better? Surely you'd remember such a lesson being drilled into you. You shake your head, looking up at the ceiling as you abandon that train of thought. Nope! This is too crazy, even for your delusional ass. You're finally losing your mind. You're—
"Not behaving," Izuku tsks in disapproval. He reaches up to turn your chin in his direction, and the feel of his gloves on your skin makes you tremble. "Eyes on me, remember, angel?" His gaze is so hypnotic that you find yourself nodding in a trance. But Izuku frowns, jaw tight despite his patient tone. "My sleepy baby is so forgetful today. You know you've gotta use your words, dollface."
"Yes," you utter your first word in a whisper, feeling the dream world ripple around you in response. "I-I know better, Izu-kun."
He's all smiles again. "That's my good girl. Now just lay there like the pretty little doll I know you can be and let me take care of you." He settles back down between your thighs and groans at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Let me thank you," Izuku murmurs between open mouthed kisses to your dripping cunt. "Thank you, angel. Thank you, thank you."
You want to ask him the reason he's so grateful, but the only thing you can do right now is moan and writhe in pleasure as the shy boy from Class 1-A devours you with fervor. His beautiful green eyes seem to glow as he watches your face carefully, only fluttering closed when your gasping voice hits a particularly high note. There's a tightly wound coil in your belly as a delectable sensation builds up inside. You're close, so very close.
"Finally have a proper name for my Hero," Izuku pants. "Come on, cum all over my face, Twilight! Want you to make a big mess, j-just for me!"
Maybe it's the way that he calls you his hero, or the sound of your Hero name coming from his lips so needy, but honestly it might've been the little stutter that ultimately had you unraveling beneath him. You arch up into his mouth and cry out his name as your release gushes out, cumming harder than you ever have before. It's so profound, and you feel a wave of heat erupt between the two of you. The sudden tingle of your quirk only intensifies the sensation.
This is what he truly desires? Izuku… really just wants to make you cum..?!
"Mmm!" He hums appreciatively, still suckling your leaky fountain. Usually it's a mystery flavor, ever-shifting as his subconscious attempts to fabricate your taste for him. But this is so unique and distinct and concrete that Izuku can't help but dive right back in for more. "Oh, doll, my sweet bunny baby, you taste so goddamn good!" Even through your post-orgasm haze, you startle at hearing the reserved young man curse for the first time. "Again, again. Need you to cum again."
Your legs start to tremble from the overstimulation, but Izuku just tosses them over his shoulders, begging you to, "Gimme one more, just one more, angel."
W-Well, if that's what he really wants…
Like with Hagakure, maybe when you fulfill the requirements of the fantasy— in this case, Izuku's desire to make you cum all on his tongue— then the dream will fade away, and you can go back to reality. Admittedly, this isn't too much of an ask. You can do this, right?
Hesitantly, you tangle your fingers in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. His curls are messy and wild, but he whines loudly at your touch. You bite your lip and curse at how utterly pussydrunk he looks between your legs. "Izu," you chant his name softly, concentrating on the pleasurable sensations building up inside you. "Fuck… Izu, baby, oh," you whimper and tug on his green tresses.
"Mhmm?" He encourages, almost unblinking as he observes you, never once letting up on his ministrations with his tongue. "I'm doing good? Wanna cum?"
You whisper his name like a prayer amidst every affirmative that you can think of in your blissed out state. Izuku's tongue dives inside your little hole over and over, stuffing as deep as he could possibly fit before curling it. When you come undone again, you don't hold back your moans for him. Another blast of heat washes over you, like someone has just opened the door to a preheated oven. Your whole body thrums with steamy energy. But your surroundings do not fade, rather the details of this dreamscape only seem to sharpen and grow more vivid.
Izuku does not stop. In fact, he seems to devolve into an even more desperate and needy creature. His plump lips press wet kisses to your swollen and oversensitive clit. You shake and sob brokenly, attempting to push him away, but this just upsets the young man. Grown impatient, he easily folds you in half into an embarrassing and helpless position, ignoring your pleas for mercy. When he's got you twisted like a pretzel like this, there's no escaping his unyielding green gaze.
"Just one more, doll," he pants. "You can do that for me, can't you?"
But that's what you said last time!!!
You whimper hopelessly and go limp, resigned to your fate. It's clear to you now that this greedy little gremlin was going to drink up everything you had to give him until he was satisfied. Another choked sob racks through you. This was Midoriya we were talking about here!! Whether it be schoolwork or training or apparently even this— he went Plus Ultra in all things. Who knows how long you'd be at his mercy.
Poor, pitiful you.
After the third climax, you start to lose track of how many times Izuku makes you cum in his mouth. With each orgasm you feel a burst of warmth and energy, keeping you lucid enough to respond to all his needy demands. Like a frog in a bubbling pot, the heat simmers slowly until it's far too late to realize that you've been thoroughly boiled alive. Your brain liquefies as you leave your body, floating up, up, up and away.
You're hot and light and airy.
With a blink, you appear back in your dorm room. Izuku snores quietly in the beanbag chair before you, drooling from his pink parted lips, shiny and wet just like in his dream. Pale misty steam rises from your outstretched palm, and you lurch back from the boy on instinct. There's a rather uncomfortable sticky wetness in your panties, and when you glance down, you see a large stained patch in his pants too.
Your eyes almost pop out of your head. So that was all real?! Midoriya really had a wet dream about you and came in his pants! He whimpers high and soft in his slumber, and you shiver.
Correction: having a wet dream about you.
You stumble back into bed, diving under the covers despite the searing heat across your skin. Crazy , you think, this is an absolutely insane scenario. Your mind buzzes listlessly as you bury your face in your pillows. After some time, you hear Izuku stirring awake. You quickly feign sleep beneath the sheets.
There's a few deep groans and confused grunts as he gathers his bearings, then you hear a stuttered gasp. "N-No, no, no, no!" Midoriya mumbles, no doubt having just discovered the mess he made in his lap. "Why here, why now?! This is s-so bad. I-I've gotta go..!" He continues to mutter quietly to himself in mortification, and you hear shuffling around the room as Izuku hurriedly snatches up his things and rushes out the door.
Once his footsteps retreat down the hall, you are able to throw the blanket off of you and breathe easier. White smoke escapes your pores, curling into the air the more that you relax. Your breaths come out high and reedy as you squeeze your eyes shut, unaware of the way your body floats up weightlessly until you bump against the clouds above. You're flying— no, hovering? You hit your head on the ceiling. What's happening to you? Why do you feel so light?
As much as you've tried to run from it, the truth of your nature, of your quirk has caught up to you. After visiting Hagakure's nightmare, your body felt heavy and on edge, the result of her fear dwelling inside you. But after Midoriya's dream you just feel so hot and airy, boundless as though you'll float right on up to the stars. Both instances ended with you feeling satisfied, but this time it's for an inherently different reason.
So turns out the power behind your quirk doesn't stem from making dreams at all.
It comes from eating them.
Oh.
Once your breathing levels out to something resembling calm, the steam dissipates and you slowly drift back down onto your bed. Your clothes feel much too constricting, so you strip down as well. Naked and confused, you lie in bed waiting for sleep to take you.
But it never comes.
The next day in class, Midoriya avoids you like the plague. He cannot bear to look you in the eyes, blushing bright red at just the thought of what he'd done in your room the prior evening. You are no better, constantly stealing glances at him from across the room frequently, only to look away when he feels your gaze. At lunch Izuku spills his miso in his lap when he catches your wide eyed stare from across the cafeteria. Overall, it's an extremely awkward and tension filled day.
Thankfully, that afternoon Aizawa escorts everyone to the train station to see them off for their work studies. Your classmates are ready and excited for their internships, clutching their cases containing their Hero costumes. Your homeroom teacher reminds the class not to wear their costumes in public and not to lose them. He sternly tells you all to mind your manners and wishes Class 1-A good luck on their work studies, earning a cheerful Plus Ultra! in response. You cover your face in your hands, since that just reminds you of the previous night.
Midoriya and Uraraka hurry after Iida, who turns to board the trains without even lecturing the class first on proper workplace etiquette or whatever. Weird. You turn to your own group of friends, exchanging hugs and well wishes and words of encouragement. Shortly after, you board the train heading for the district in which your internship will take place. You use the briefcase containing your Hero costume as a buffer to create space between yourself and the other passengers.
Normally you'd feel anxious about, well, everything. But you feel strangely calm as you gaze out at the fast paced view from the window. There's a warm bubbly sensation building in your chest.
You have a really good feeling about this.