That evening you don't get any sleep, kept in quiet, stoic diligence as Izuku shifts and shuffles throughout the night. When the blanket that separates the two of you slips, you are there to set it right. You feel like a damn chivalrous knight trying to preserve a sweet prince's chastity.
Be good , you remind yourself sternly. No more dream hopping!
But the young man beside you seems to have no such qualms. In fact, if you didn't know any better then you'd think Midoriya was determined to shatter your resolve. It starts with little mmm's and shuddering ah's . He whines and he huffs and he pants in obvious discomfort. Izuku is burning up, and he doesn't quit squirming until he wrestles his bandaged arms free of the sheet.
No no no no no , you think, trying to freeze him with the power of your mind.
It does nothing to deter Izuku from curling against your backside, rubbing his stiff length along the plump of your ass and sighing softly in relief. His lean and muscular body wraps around yours, groping at your tits in his sleep, but even so his initial touches are featherlight. Fingertips ghosting over your nipples, only rarely squeezing at the fat of your chest.
The teasing leaves your body hot and tingly, thighs pressed together tightly as you try not to move, try not to even breathe. It's clear that Izuku is unaware of the way his large hands glide over you, the way he pulls and tugs at your chest and belly, the way he presses and prods between your legs. Maybe he has an All-Might body pillow that he sleeps with at home. God, you hate that your brain even conjured the comparison.
All-Might zoned, your mind taunts mercilessly.
Now you're wondering what Izuku's thinking about, who it is he's dreaming about.
He's been at it for what feels like hours now. Each time his hips stutter and his sleepy voice groans out and you think he'll just fucking finish already and end this painful erotic torture— Izuku stops with a whimper or pitchy whine, clutching you like an anchor… Only to start up the whole cycle all over again a few minutes later. He was edging himself in his sleep, the hefty weight of his thick cock pressing insistently against you as his shaky breaths ghost over your neck.
"M-Mommy," Izuku gasps deliriously into your ear when his drippy tip presses so prettily and perfectly into you through his pants. "Wanna cum..!" He moans your name, and it makes you shiver. " Ngh , a-ah, please, mommy?"
Pervy achievement: new kink unlocked!
Good GAWD , how was it possible for him to get even sexier?? He sounds so slutty, so fucked out, and so utterly wrecked. His deep, sleep-ridden voice is like a siren song; you can't help but be seduced and aroused by him. You arch your spine until his dick pokes at your covered entrance. The head is so big and fat, it feels amazing even through the layers of clothing between you. What would it be like to have him split you open, to have him stretch you apart with that?
Izuku is dreaming of you again , maybe even of taking you just like this. The thought of him sliding inside of you right here and now is enough to have you throbbing and leaking and clenching tightly. Izuku keens in his sleep when you finally push your hips back to meet his shallow thrusts. Stupid whore needs your help even with this?
"So needy," you mutter quietly, grinding back against him.
"A-ah! Uh-huh… Ohh please?" Izuku begs in between breathy moans, rutting up into you faster, grinding his hips against you harder. "Can I…? Really wanna~! P-Please, mommy?" His large hands knead your breasts, pulling and twisting your nipples much rougher now.
For fuck's sake—! You wonder if he can feel how soaked he's managed to make you even in his sleep. Izuku whimpers pathetically, miserably , when you lean forward to avoid his needy lips touching your neck. Although it does give him better access to push his twitching length between your thighs, using your warm body like a living flesh-light. The gurney begins to creak rhythmically with the force of his movements.
"P-Please?" He babbles repeatedly. "Can I..? Ngh! Wanna..! Need to..! Mommy, please can I cum, can I— o-oh fuck! C-Cumming , I'm cumming—" Izuku trembles and shudders, pressing as close to you as he can manage as he spills his hot seed into his pants with pitched moans. But his hips don't stop moving against you— in fact Izuku picks up the pace, despite the way he whines in overstimulation. "S-So good, mommy, feels so good, wanna fill you up so good , pleaseee, mommy, can I cum again? Can I cum again?"
An insatiable little beast he is. You cover your face in your hands, trying to remain silent. But he's poking right at your entrance, wetting you both with his sticky fluids, threatening to breach you despite the layers between you. Every time the tip of his dick catches on your swollen, needy clit, you feel another electric zing of pleasure coursing through your body. Just a little bit more friction, just a little bit more pressure, and you'd be able to—
"C-Cum with me," Izuku pleads with an almost drunken slur in his slumber. "Wanna make you… feel good, too." He pulls you back flush against his chest, arms wrapped around you firmly and lips dangerously close to your throat. The new angle lets you feel every inch sliding back and forth along your core, making you groan. Izuku grows desperate, his soft words whispered right into your ear. "'M doin good, mommy? Wanna be good for you… Wanna make you cum… all over my dick, mommy!"
And just as your body seizes, shaking with what feels like earth shattering tremors as you reach blinding ecstasy, Izuku opens his drooling mouth to lick and suck at your neck. For a moment you're lost in the pleasure before you panic, and your quirk activates, pulling you kicking and screaming into his dreams.
***
You're already up at daybreak, with dark, heavy bags under your eyes. This time you can't even try to blame the medical machines for your state of unrest. After escaping his dream (where Midoriya had you in a fucking headlock as he laid on top of you, kissing and sucking at your neck as he rolled his hips against your ass), you stayed up all night and came to a crippling conclusion.
One way or another, you've gotta get this damn nerd laid.
Midoriya's hyper fixation on you as his "Hero" would surely die down if he was able to share his… overwhelming feelings and desire for intimacy with someone who could actually reciprocate his touch. You're a flirt and a tease, but you can't actually give Izuku what he wants, what he really needs. It might hurt at first, but you've dealt with heartbreak before. You'll get over it, and then things will go back to normal.
All you ever want is to just be normal .
You make sure to leave the room when Izuku stirs awake (just as you did yesterday), to spare him any further needless embarrassment. He's still pretty awkward when you return from your "walk", flushed and mumbling under his breath when you ask how he's doing.
As soon as the doctor clears you for release, you rush out of the hospital with a hurried Get well soon, Izuku! tossed over your shoulder. He doesn't even have time to ask for a hug, leaving Midoriya pouting and sulking for the better part of the day.
After an hour long train ride (where many passengers wondered if you'd just escaped an insane asylum) and a swift jog, you arrive at Midnight's agency. There you are able to change out of your hospital clothes and into your street wear. Putting your thick leather gloves on feels like equipping a protective shield. Safe.
When Midnight presses you about why she's dealing with a hefty fine from the police department, your emotions come to a bursting point. Somewhere along the way of explaining your actions the other night, you start crying and blubbering and rambling. Midnight is shocked— she was only teasing you for a laugh! She's filthy rich, the money is really no trouble at all. But you're inconsolable and barely coherent.
"I haven't slept in three whole days ," you sob, and it's then the Pro Heroine notices your crazed, bloodshot eyes. "It's not normal! People aren't meant to stay up with their thoughts like this, Midnight, I'm going insane! It was only an accident with my mom, and it was an accident with Toru, but the accidents just keep happening!! I dunno what I'm gonna do, please, I can't keep living like this. You've gotta take me out—"
"Why don't I just put you down for a nap instead," Midnight says, tugging at her collar as purple smoke pours from her skin. Her scent envelops you, something seductive and citrusy, and your eyes grow heavy with drowsiness.
You yawn and slump against her ample bosom. "Thanks, Midnight… you're the best~!"
The Pro Heroine carries you to the sofa in her office and lets you sleep for a while.
When you wake up many hours later, the sun has already set, but the agency remains lively. Midnight still manages to find time to tend to you.
"Something tells me it wasn't coffee that kept you up for three days," she says with her feet propped up on the desk.
You sigh deeply. "There are things I still haven't told you about my quirk… I don't just give dreams, but I take them away, too… It makes me stronger, faster."
"A better Hero," Midnight nods in encouragement, but you shake your head, saying that there's nothing heroic about it. She frowns. "You mentioned something about your classmate…?"
"Hagakure. She was the first time that I ate a dream, after the USJ attack," you explain to the Pro Heroine what all occurred; how confused you were, how terrified your best friend was, how sick you felt reveling in her fear and how delicious it tasted going down. By the end of your tale, you feel thoroughly ashamed.
"And how did she sleep that night?" Midnight asks.
You blink dumbly. Why is that relevant? "She was well rested the next morning. A spring in her step even."
"Then was it such a bad thing that you did?"
"But I didn't have her consent," you argue.
Midnight just smiles fondly at you. She chooses her words carefully. "Sometimes Heroes have to make tough calls. In the real world, most things aren't black and white. I'm sure you saw that when battling Stain." You nod solemnly, thinking of how the serial killer leapt in to save Izuku from the winged Nomu. "Would you help someone even if they were knocked unconscious or incapable of verbalizing their need for aid?"
"Of course," you reply instantly.
After all, Izuku hadn't asked you for help against the Sludge Villain. He hadn't been able to with that thing forcing its way into his mouth. But you saw wrongdoing, felt it in your very bones, and you'd reacted accordingly to rescue him. You'd do the same for anyone.
"There's nothing wrong with you," Midnight emphasizes slowly. "You've been conditioned by society to label everything you do as good or bad. Attaching your past to your identity. The moment you forgive yourself about yesterday, it becomes easier to feel good about today."
You hum thoughtfully, absorbing the older woman's wisdom. But still something nags at you. "It feels unfair to take so much while giving so little back. How can I balance the scales?"
To your surprise, the Pro Heroine throws her head back and cackles. "You're seriously asking a dominatrix about imbalanced power dynamics? Kid, you're hilarious!" She just smirks when you pout. "Tell ya what? If you're so worried about it why don't you just talk to your friend? I'm sure Hagakure would understand."
Open and honest communication? Nah you don't know her! You were brought up on passive aggression and avoidant detachment; isolation and feigning ignorance. There could be a dozen elephants in the room, and you'd be able to dance around them all with ease. You weren't above smoke and mirrors, of little white lies told with a smile— as long as it meant things could stay the same, as long as you could pretend everything was normal. The very last thing you want is to lose any one of your friends.
"Maybe," you mumble noncommittally.
But the thought doesn't leave your brain, not even when Midnight makes you run laps in the fitness center. She cracks you on the butt with her whip whenever you slow down or tire as punishment for her sizable fine. (She's not letting you live that down, but you don't sense any malice— more like she's happy about another reason to tease you.) Your mentor is having your costume repaired after your run in with the Hero Killer, so you sweat through a tracksuit with 'Midnight' bedazzled on the ass while performing the many drills she demands of you.
Telling Hagakure that you ate her nightmare… it's a scary idea indeed.
After being run absolutely ragged, you drag your feet on the walk to the train station, headed back to campus. You're confident that Midnight's rigorous physical training will have you sleeping soundly once you hit your bedspread. However a familiar sweet scent prickles your nose, and you sniff the air suspiciously. Amongst the beer and cigarettes and street food, you pick up on the distinct smell of fear.
Your brow furrows as you follow the aroma down an alleyway, only to find a small group of foreign men cornering a little lady in a trench coat. You don't understand the language that they speak, but their bodies say more than words. The way that they crowd her, backing her into the brick wall, sneering and smirking with wolfish grins, the cloud of fear rolling off of her. It all articulates the situation to you perfectly.
"Ma'am, do you need help?" You call out to her, extending a gloved hand.
Her eyes widen when she sees you, and her words rush out in a panicked stream. "Y-Yes! Please! They followed me from the club when I got off work, and they won't leave me alone and—" The woman yelps as one of the men grabs her face harshly to redirect her attention to him.
You don't speak his language, but his tone is clear: he's not pleased with her ignoring him in favor of speaking to you. The other two men shout at you, likely telling you to get lost or join in on the "fun". Bleh. They're definitely not your type.
"I'll walk you home," you tell the lady, completely forgoing the males. "Just take my hand." Let me help you, your eyes beg.
The woman nods, reaching out for you— but the man closest to her shoves her back roughly, hollering something. She cries out as her head hits the brick wall. For a brief moment you see red . You stride forward, dark smoke escaping your body. Your hand closes around that man's throat before you toss him aside a few yards away into some trash bins. One of the other guys punches you in the face, and his wedding band slices underneath your eye. The lady gasps in fright and shock, however the man who assaulted you just teeters on his feet before falling to the ground asleep. Your face stings but— this fucker was married (with daughters, you'd seen in his mind!) yet he's behaving like this?!
You manage to smile at the fearful woman as you remove your gloves. "It's okay. This is just… a bad dream," you decide. "When you wake up, everything will be fine." You caress her face and ease her body to the ground as she falls asleep.
The last foreigner (and apparently the smartest), turns on his heel and sprints down the alleyway. You easily catch up with him in a burst of smoke and send him flying into a brick wall. After roughing the three of them up and running their pockets (hell yeah these idiots had some cash on them!), you return to the sleeping woman.
You carry her back towards the main street before rousing her with a quick pat to the cheek. She thanks you for saving her with a cute blush, and you insist on walking her home. She's beautiful, and you'd be damned if someone else tried to harass her again after you just saved her.
"Thank you again," she says after a while of walking. "My clients… the men can be demanding and obsessive, and foreigners often try to take advantage. Trying to live out their Japanese schoolgirl fantasies," you both share a disgusted look, the sort of knowing grimace that only women can pull off. "It's not like I don't know the risks of my job, but it's the only thing that I'm really good at. A-And it doesn't help that I'm… quirkless," she admits shamefully in a quiet voice. "I-I don't have a lot of options—"
"You don't have to explain yourself to me," you tell her sincerely. "I'm just glad I arrived before… something real bad could happen. Are you sure your head is alright?"
She just flushes and reassures you that she's dealt with worse. That doesn't make you feel any better, but you bite your tongue. You escort the young woman home, and she timidly squeezes your gloved hand before disappearing inside her apartment. Outside the building, you call to leave an anonymous tip for the police so they can handle those unconscious foreigners in the alley. You'd destroyed their passports so hopefully the bastards get jammed up at the border and/or jailed.
Later that evening, after a long soak in your bathtub, when you're changed into your pajamas and lying in bed, you think of her again— or rather, of women like her.
If you were quirkless like your parents, would you suffer her same ill fate? Meant to be some joy toy for sick fucks looking to get their jollies off? Is it possible to be pro sex worker but anti sex work? Nothing about that shit can actually be empowering, no matter how much it's glamorized online… but it would only be more dangerous for the women if the act was criminalized. Despite the exhaustion of your body, your restless mind keeps you awake with similar questions. Your phone buzzes.
nerdy loserboy 💚 : are you okay??? i just saw on the news 3 bodies were found in Kabukicho!! 😰😱
dream girl ☁️✨ : they're alive 😒 idk why the media is sensationalizing it…
dream girl ☁️✨ : but tbh you shouldn't be watching that stuff at this hour anyways. it'll give u nightmares. get some rest!!
{nerdy loserboy 💚 is calling}
Your heart stumbles as you answer the phone. "Hello?"
"The report mentioned blunt force trauma, broken extremities, and first degree burns," Izuku's voice whispers directly into your ear. "That was you, wasn't it?"
"I dunno what you're on about," you reply with an easy grin. "It's not like I have my Provisional Hero License yet so that would be incredibly illegal. Paw Patrol told us that yesterday, 'member?"
"Paw Patrol?!" Izuku parrots before laughing airily. Such a lovely, lilting sound. "How are you gonna leave the hospital just to send three people right back?" You'd expected him to scold you, to tell you to be more careful and cautious, but he sounds proud despite his playful tone.
"I can neither confirm nor deny these allegations," you reply coolly.
"I know it was you," Izuku says confidently. "You're… really something else. Sometimes I wonder how one person can be so perfect."
You pull the phone away from your face and squeal into your pillow. Midoriya gets so damn bold over the phone, and you're grateful he can't see the way you kick your feet and giggle like an idiot. When you speak again, it's with your usual nonchalant attitude.
"You're too sweet, but I'm far from perfect," you reply before turning the tables to tease him. "So much for surpassing me when you're stuck in the hospital~!"
He makes the cutest little sound of embarrassment before quickly changing the subject, asking about your internship. You would talk, but mostly you would listen as he went on. It was nice just hearing the sound of his voice in your ear. And Izuku could finally rest easy knowing that you were safe and sound, even if he had to pretend that you were lying beside him in the cold, empty hospital cot. He could never blame you for taking justice into your own hands.
After all, angels are protectors, but they're also warriors sent from the heavens above.
You're only doing your job.
***
The remainder of the week progresses normally. Your internship with Midnight continues well, and you learn more about the ins and outs of becoming a Pro Heroine. Midnight often makes you shout from the rooftops, "I love myself! I forgive myself! I deserve happiness!" It's stupid. But it helps.
You end each long day lying in bed, talking to Izuku on the phone until he falls asleep. Don't look at me like that! It's nothing weird!! Friends do that sort of thing all the time. You just feel bad because he's stuck in the hospital all by himself; you'd be going crazy in his position. Alright fine… maybe you have to pretend not to notice when his voice quivers and shakes over the crackling receiver, when he grunts or whines followed by a hastily tossed together explanation. But it's hard to ignore the shlick shlick shlick sound of his hand fisting up and down his drooling dick as he speaks to you.
"What are you doin, Izuku?" You'd ask coyly, even as your own hand slips into your panties to glide over your clit.
"Hmm? I'm talkin' to youuu , sleepyhead," he'd huff, pout evident in his voice. "Don't pass out on me yet... Feelin so lonely. Miss you real bad."
"Aww, poor thing~!" You'd coo at him with faux sympathy, rubbing little circles between your legs as the lewd sound of his stroking speeds up. You still haven't gotten a proper look at it, wondering if his freckles decorate his skin even down there, if he gets hot and red and weepy even down there. "Don't be such a baby, you'll be out in a couple days."
"Damn, you're always so mean to me, doll," Izuku groans, stuffing the hem of his shirt between his teeth to try and quell his increasingly loud, desperate moans. The fabric muffles the sounds trying to escape his throat, but he pumps himself faster, a hand coming down to squeeze and tug at his heavy balls.
"I think you like it," you giggle airily, sinking a couple digits inside your pussy and curling them at the perfect place, trying to match his eager pace.
It's not anywhere near as filling as Izuku's thick fingers had felt, but he can still hear how wet and slick you are as you play with yourself. He whimpers, hips bucking off the hospital bed as he thrusts up into the tight squeeze of his hand, imagining it was your velvety walls gripping him instead. Or even better your mouth, your soft lips wrapped around the base of his cock as he fucks deep down your throat. He can't get enough of the leaking, squelching, splashing sounds coming through the phone, talking directly to your pussy now.
"Oh, I fuckin love it," Izuku grits out as his cock twitches, shooting hot white ropes of cum onto his defined abdomen.
His long, deep, heavy breathing in your ear as he slowly comes back down is just the thing to push you over the edge. Your gasp is sharp before you quickly cover your mouth, unable to stop a few stuttering mewls from escaping. "A-ah, muscle cramp," you make up a lie breathlessly, the first thing to come to your hazy, post-orgasm mind.
"Bet you haven't been doing your pilates like the doctor recommended," Izuku scoffs with a shake of his head. "Do I need to be the one stretching you out to make sure it gets done? Hm?"
A shaky curse falls from your lips just as you hear the sticky wet noises of him fisting his oversensitive dick start up again. Your fingertips glide over your own glistening folds, panting slightly. "You'd help… stretch me out, Izuku?"
"Mhmm," he rumbles at the sound of his name coming from your lips. "Anytime. Whenever you want. Anything for you— for a good friend like you," he corrects clumsily.
Sure, friends , you lie to yourselves.
***
Denki asked for you to meet him in his dorm room one evening. It seemed out of the blue since the two of you hadn't really spoken since the Sports Festival, but you reasoned that you could easily kick his ass if he tried anything slick.
After knocking, your arms were folded with a bored expression when Denki nervously opened the door a crack. Your nose twitches curiously. Fear yes, but his face appeared more anxious than anything. Kaminari ushers you inside quickly, and it's only then that you notice his attire. He's wearing a skirt! And blushing madly.
"I didn't want you to think that I was some hypocritical sexist jerk," Denki blurts. "I support women's rights! A-And women's wrongs!! Let's join forces a-and be that dynamic duo."
You scoff, turning away to hide your heated face. How cute~! Your words in the girls' locker room must've really affected him. Still, you can't resist the urge to mess with him. "You really think it's that simple?" Denki visibly deflates. "Harry Styles got y'all out here looking downright foolish." Now he's confused as you open his closet and start rummaging through the hangers. "That top completely clashes with the color of the skirt. If you're gonna do it, then do it right," you toss a better choice at his head.
When he removes the fabric from his face, you can see a bright flush across Kaminari's cheeks. And it's then that you know: you want to see as many people with that expression as possible. Soft and sweet but pleased and just a little bit embarrassed. It's the perfect look. Pink and red, the vibrant colors of love and passion.
Denki makes a joke about you not having to go through so much trouble if you just wanted to see him topless as he changes. He's a fool, but oh so endearing. You spend some time picking outfits for him like he's your own personal Ken doll. He's got great legs, perfect for skirts! Your compliments have him strutting back and forth confidently as you hype him up. The two of you have much in common, especially your tastes in women. Kaminari ends up gushing about Jiro for the better part of an hour, and the flush on his face, the stars in his eyes? Yeah, that's the best part for sure.
***
On the last day of your internship, you're sure to express your gratitude to Midnight for teaching you so much. She sobs dramatically as though she's losing a child, like you won't be seeing her daily during her Modern Arts class. So silly. You may or may not be infatuated with the older woman, but at least you don't get nosebleeds around her anymore. A win is a win.
When you return to class on Monday, everyone is talking about the video of the Hero Killer that's been going viral. Heroes, villains, and civilians alike have all found Stain's creed to be something incredible to witness. You send a sympathetic glance towards Iida as your classmates bombard him, Midoriya, Todoroki— ugh, and now you as you enter the classroom. So many questions are thrown at you all at once! You're so not awake enough for this right now, and the chatter turns your sleepy brain to mush.
Despite Tsuragamae keeping the situation under wraps on paper, it's obvious to the perceptive students in Class 1-A that it was no mere coincidence their classmates were hospitalized the very same evening Stain went down.
"I think we might be witnessing the new top four of the class," Denki says in awe, and everyone pretty much ignores the way Bakugou explodes in the background. "After facing off with the Hero Killer himself, you guys are definitely the most improved!"
"It was Endeavor who saved us," Todoroki corrects him, sticking to the story advised by the Police Chief. He still looks incredibly irritated just saying his father's Hero name, though, and the temperature around him lowers drastically. Your once steaming morning coffee is now officially iced.
"I know he's a villain and all, but Stain is kinda cool," Denki continues tactlessly.
You facepalm. He's lowkey right, but damn read the room, dummy! Midoriya is quick to scold him, saying that Kaminari is being insensitive, no doubt thinking of his friend Tenya's feelings. You touch your heart, internally swooning. Such an emotionally supportive king~! However when you catch Izuku's eyes from across the room, already gazing affectionately in your direction with a shy smile, you are the first to look away in burning embarrassment. You feel strangely awkward seeing the freckle faced boy in the daylight of the classroom after… everything that happened in the dark— especially because he's being his usual cute self, blushing under the attention of the others and fumbling over his words.
Midoriya has so many different sides to him, but it's like he adopts a completely different persona when he's asleep. In his subconscious, he's less Izuku and more—
"Deku!" Bakugou shouts, projecting over the class's chatter. "Believe these background characters if you want, but I'm gonna be Number One, dammit!"
"Give it a rest, Kacchan," you yawn wearily, rolling your eyes. "I like you better when you're silent."
"Agreed," Shouto says, wincing at the blond's volume. "You're loud. And annoying." PFFT HA!
"The fuck I tell you about calling me that, bighead?" Bakugou barks at you before turning on Todoroki with an even more fiendish scowl. "And nobody asked for your raggedy ass opinion, Icy Hot! Matter o' fact," his palms spark to life in irritation. "I'll kick both your asses to prove I'm the best!"
You and Shouto exchange a look from the corners of your eyes. The two toned young man looks bored, and you appear drowsy before you both shrug indifferently. Frost dances across his fingertips, and your hair begins to float from the steam escaping your uniform. The energy in the room shifts so quickly that most of your classmates are still processing the exchange, but one man does leap in to stop the fight before it begins.
"ALL OF YOU STAND DOWN!" Tenya shouts, leaping between the three students. "Quirk use is expressly prohibited within the classroom, and combat between students outside of training is a serious malfeasance!" Iida returns to his old form and loudly asks everyone to take their seats.
The whole class is annoyed by Tenya's noisy antics, but Izuku smiles fondly at his friend, thinking Iida is the cool one for returning to the path of heroism. You've gotta admit, you had the class rep pegged all wrong. You'd thought he was a rule loving, law abiding Goodie Two Shoes, but this man had went on a vengeance fueled mission alone to slide for his brother. Tenya has officially earned your begrudging respect, so you deactivate your quirk and go to your desk without much complaint.
"So what was it like mentoring under Midnight?" Sero asks you with a bright grin, and Denki perks up as well, curious to hear your response.
"Oh, I was under her alright," you smirk, leaning back in your seat as you brag to the boys. "And on top of her. Damn near lived in that woman's lap for the better part of a week. The face to boob action every time she hugged me was something serious."
"Nah, that's craaaazy," Hanta ruffles his dark mullet, picturing you and the R-Rated Heroine in such compromising positions. "Midnight could step on me, and I'd be shooting way more than just tape—"
"AYY YOOOOO?!" You and Kaminari screech in unison before laughing.
Aizawa enters the classroom, complaining and half asleep as usual. It feels really good to get back to some sense of normalcy. Your teacher announces that you all will be going to a forest lodge during summer break, and the class erupts in excitement. However he warns the students that if anyone fails to pass the end of term test, then they will be stuck in remedial school.
***
Later that week during lunch, Hagakure proposes Operation: Extra Lit (working title), a highly detailed plan to elevate your little gang's popularity and social status. The catalyst for this sudden rebranding? Momo's big mansion party this weekend. Hagakure explains that everybody who's anybody will be in attendance, therefore you all absolutely have to show up and show out. She's in the middle of rambling about color coordinating outfits and different makeup looks when Koji timidly raises his hand. Even as excited as she is, Toru immediately stops to let him speak.
"Parties aren't really my thing," Koda admits bashfully.
"And we should probably be studying for the end of term test," Sato agrees. "It'd be so embarrassing to be the only ones stuck in remedial lessons."
"Studying? Tests??" Even though she's invisible, Hagakure's shock and disbelief is evident in her tone. "I'm talking about the literal party of the century here— in a freaking mansion. What's not clicking? Do you blockheads want to remain at the bottom of the social ladder forever??"
"Toru is right," you nod. "Not about all that social climbing shit— love ya dearly, but you take IG followers way too seriously, girl. We should goooo, because it'll be fun!!" You bump shoulders with her as you wiggle your hips in your seat. "Dancing! Drinking!"
"Puking," Koda suggests with a teasing smile.
"Hell yea, the college trifecta!" You beam.
"It is a rite of passage," Sato sighs very dramatically, but you can tell that you're winning him over with your debate skills.
"Y'all not hearing me," Hagakure clicks her tongue. "We have to look damn GOODT. Sickening! I'm styling all of you, because there's no way in hell am I letting your basic ass hoodies stop me from living out my Barbie dream house fantasies!" She points at Sato accusingly while you and Koda giggle at his expense.
"Why am I getting called out here?" Sato pouts.
"I'll video call you two the evening before to approve or veto your outfits," She continues unbothered before turning to you, speaking in her usual bubbly cadence. "You can just borrow something of mine, and I'll do your makeup."
"I dunno… your style is a lot more cutesy," you think of the times you've seen the invisible girl outside her school uniform. "I'm not sure I could pull it off."
"You have no idea what's in my closet back home," Hagakure expresses. "I just brought my spring collection to the dorms; all the girl's next door looks to make guys think I'm sweet and innocent," the two of you devolve into naughty giggles, jostling each other. "Babes, I'm playing the long game! Anyway the party starts at ten so come to my room three hours before that, and we can get ready together."
"Yeah, sure— wait, three hours?!" You gape at her, blanching at the very idea of cutting into your designated nap time. "That seems… excessive."
"Now you're getting it," she breathes heavily, rubbing her gloved hands together like a plotting villain. "We're going for excessive. They call us Extras, so let's show them just how extra we can be!" Hagakure throws her head back and cackles, burning with desire and determination.
The other three students sweat drop while watching Toru swipe through Pinterest boards, murmuring to herself. Reminds you of that damn nerd. Jeez, is this how you sounded during the weeks leading up to the Sports Festival? So intense! Still, Hagakure had supported you then, so of course you'll do the same for your day one homegirl. It's a rarity to see the lovable airhead so motivated, and to know it's out of pure spite tickles you greatly. You'll just have to gently remind her from time to time that parties are supposed to be fun, too.
***
Izuku walks on your left, Hagakure on your right as the three of you make your way to the dormitory. She's got her nose buried in her phone, mumbling quietly.
"Is she getting online hate again?" Izuku asks in concern.
You snort, remembering when Toru got obsessed with trying to "ratio" some internet troll. "Nah, she's just stressing about Momo's party this weekend. You going?"
"Oh yeah, Ochako-chan mentioned something about that," Izuku nods in recognition. "I hope Yaoyorozu won't be offended if I don't show up."
"You're not coming?" You don't mean it to come out so whiny. Both of you look away with matching flustered expressions. It's easier to speak normally when you're staring at the sky, and he's gazing at his sneakers. "Why not?"
"I-I just… should focus more on my training and my studies," Izuku mutters softly. "I'm not like you…" His low tone of voice makes you remember his potent fears, his deep feelings of inadequacy. Somehow he still manages to smile brightly for you. "But you should go have fun!! Take lots of pictures, and then you can show me!"
"Pictures?!" Hagakure jolts up from her phone suddenly. "Oh. Em. Gee. We have to teach Koji and Rikkido how to pose! Emergency Extras meeting!!" She grabs your hand and all but drags you down the cobbled path with sudden, impressive strength. Seriously, where was this energy during the Sports Fest??
"You deserve a break every now and then too, Izuku!" You shout over your shoulder as the green haired young man quickly shrinks into an emerald blot in the distance. "One little party won't hurt! And it really won't be as much fun without you!!"
Izuku feels his heart flutter in his chest as he watches you go. He's a bit annoyed with the invisible girl for taking so much of your attention, but it warms his freckled cheeks to know that you want to see him outside of class so earnestly. He's not the most outgoing or adept at social situations. It's easier for him to have confidence through a screen, especially around you. Still, Izuku thinks about your words as he jogs to the train station, catching up with Iida and Uraraka. His friends are also discussing the upcoming event, and they turn to Midoriya to act as a tiebreaker.
"Only slackers and delinquents would consider partying when there's an exam coming up," Tenya scoffs.
"It's only one night. There's more to life than just studying!" Ochako argues before turning to Midoriya hopefully. "Isn't that right, Deku?"
And he thinks of you when Izuku replies, "yeah, I think you're right."