Izuku awoke a little bit before sunrise. He quickly realized what had woken him up, as it was the same thing that woke him up most mornings.
His quirk was swimming in his mind, fidgeting and antsy.
His sense of smell was heightened even beyond its normal levels, filling his mind with the soothing scent of Ochako and Mina, but also another. Mo's scent mixed with the others, agitating his quirk further and causing a tightness in his chest.
Izuku knew this sensation well.
He was horny.
Again, most mornings he woke up like this, but his beautiful and amazing girlfriends which he probably didn't deserve had been nothing if not supportive and 'caring'.
He felt even worse than normal, which he immediately attributed to Mo's presence. Ever since he had chosen his name last week, his instincts had been louder in his mind, but they hadn't felt as hostile. It was like his mind had adapted more overnight, or rather like the gap between his mind and his quirk was less. It still felt like he was sharing a small room with a feral animal sometimes, but the room was larger and the animal had warmed up to him slightly.
Izuku rolled his eyes. That metaphor got away from him.
He tried to think about something else, but it was no use. All he could focus on was the smell of his girlfriends and the uncomfortable tightness in his underwear. The latter was fixed with a quick flex of his quirk, but before he had woken up enough to do that, he felt someone moving against him.
"Mmm," Mina whispered as she ground her pert, plump backside into Izuku's crotch. "Good morning to you, too."
Izuku wasn't in the state of mind to be timid and bent his head down to kiss Mina's neck, then dragged his teeth along her beautiful pink skin, grazing his fangs across her neck ever so slightly.
Mina let out a low, growling moan as she reached up and put her arm around his head, dragging her up a little and pushing her back into his chest as she let his bulge slip between her legs. She pressed down, letting him feel the soft, supple pressure and heat from her womanhood and her thighs, causing him to hiss slightly.
With a titanic surge of effort, Izuku pulled back and flexed his quirk in his legs, even as his instincts snarled in frustration. He couldn't do this with Momo here. She was already uncertain and overwhelmed.
Mina made a small noise of disappointment, but turned over so they were facing each other. "Momo?" she asked simply.
Izuku nodded.
She leaned up and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Probably a good idea. We need to get you taken care of, though."
"I could always go and take care of myself," Izuku whispered, running a hand through Mina's hair.
Mina sighed and nuzzled into his neck as he gently massaged her scalp. "That just sounds like a waste when you have us."
The other women began to stir, making soft noises as they awoke. Izuku smiled as he saw how Momo and Ochako's heads had drifted together during the night and how Momo had wrapped up Ochako in her arm, holding her close.
Ochako's eyes opened first, her gaze dancing over Momo with a smile before looking at Izuku and Mina. She locked eyes with Mina for a second, as if the two were silently communicating, then looked back at Izuku with an expression that was halfway between determined, concerned, and hungry.
Momo opened her eyes slowly and shifted around, trying to move her arms to stretch but finding she couldn't as one was wrapped around Ochako and the other, Izuku.
Her eyes snapped open. Izuku remembered the feeling.
"It wasn't a dream," Mina cooed, leaning over and pecking Momo on the cheek. "How did you sleep?"
Momo blushed bright red and averted her gaze slightly. "Amazingly," she admitted quietly. "I haven't slept that well since I came to UA."
"Mhmm," Ochako cooed in agreement. "It's amazin'. You can really get addicted to it~"
God, something about her accent… it did things to Izuku.
Momo looked at her curiously, blinking several times.
Mina giggled. "Yep, Ochako has an accent. Isn't it cute?"
"...Adorable," Momo whispered sincerely, staring at the now blushing brunette. "Why do you hide it?"
Ochako sighed. "People assume I'm dumb if I talk normal."
"No!" Momo whispered, sounding scandalized. She rubbed Ochako's shoulder gently with her arm, trying to comfort her. "That's awful. I am quite certain nobody here in our class would think that of you."
Ochako leaned in and rested her head on Mo's shoulder, smiling. "Thanks, Momo."
It made Izuku very, very happy that his hoard was getting along so well.
"Hey, Ochako," Mina whispered over their raven-haired girlfriend. She nodded her head back towards Izuku then to the side, in the direction of her door. Ochako nodded, understanding what Mina was saying and slowly getting up, even as Momo seemed confused and a little disappointed.
Izuku rolled out of bed too, his cheeks growing slightly green as the impending 'help session' grew more imminent. He grabbed his keys, water bottle and phone from Mina's dresser and waited as Ochako did the same.
"Where are you two going?" Momo asked, a little sadly.
Mina leaned in and put a finger to her chin. "I'll explain everything. Right now, it's just you and me." Mina purred and then giggled, before snuggling up closer to Mo's side.
Momo smiled softly down at Mina, turning to face her and wrapping both of her arms around her. Izuku smiled as he walked out of the room with Ochako right behind him, closing the door gently as they began to slowly move down the hall.
Izuku felt slightly awkward, but Ochako wasn't having it. She snaked her right arm under his left, taking him by the elbow as they walked side by side. "Don't feel bad, Deku."
"I can't help it," Izuku admitted. "I feel like a burden, you know that."
Ochako stopped him and grabbed his shoulders, bringing him around so they were facing each other. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips gently, her eyes closed while they tasted each other faintly. Ochako pulled back and looked down at him, smiling softly. "You're anything but that. I'll admit I've come to… really look forward to these times."
Izuku blushed harder as they arrived at Ochako's door. "I guess we don't have to worry about waking Momo up anymore…"
Ochako sighed dreamily. "No, I guess not."
She unlocked her door and let him inside, where he sat down on her bed, like he always did. His girlfriend shut and locked the door, before moving over and sitting next to him, leaning on him slightly.
"Do you know what this is?" Ochako asked.
Izuku thought for a moment. "Uh… us having a 'good time'?"
"Well, yes," Ochako said with a soft giggle. "But this is the first time it's just been the two of us. No Mina to help me along."
Izuku blinked. "You're right. We don't have to do this if you don't want, we can wait until Mina is free or I can just take care of myse-"
Ochako put a finger on his lips. "You misunderstand me, Izuku~ " The way she said it made his chest tighten in anticipation and his mouth dry slightly. "This is my chance to show you how well I can do on my own. This is time for Izuku and Ochako to be completely honest and intimate ."
Izuku gulped as his quirk roared in triumph. "You don't mean going all the way, do you?"
Ochako blushed and looked away. "N-no. Not yet, at least. I'm still not ready for that."
"Oh, good. Same," Izuku huffed, letting out a great sigh.
"Glad we're on the same page," Ochako teased. "But now, let's get started, shall we?"
Izuku leaned over and kissed her. No matter how many times they did this, getting started always sent his heart pounding in his chest.
Ochako broke off her kiss and ran her hand down his thigh as she slipped off the bed, taking her position kneeling in front of him.
His quirk loved seeing her down there. Ochako was a beautiful and amazing woman, but she was also incredibly powerful, in more ways than one. Seeing someone with that much power and strength kneeling in front of him always made his quirk grin widely in his mind.
Ochako took a deep breath as her seductive look gave way to her determined, competitive one. Honestly, Izuku didn't know which one he preferred.
She reached up and gripped his pajama pants by the waist, snaking her fingers around the hem of his underwear as well. He lifted himself up slightly as she pulled down, exposing his lower half to air as she smiled softly.
"Izuku, you're still hidin'? Come on, lemme see."
He nodded and slowly let his quirk release, exposing his length to his eager girlfriend. She looked at it, her expression halfway between a competitive smirk and a seductive smile as she reached out with her right hand.
"It must be so hard, having to worry about this thing all the time," she cooed.
Izuku furrowed his brow. "Did you just pun at a time like this?"
Ochako winked up at him. "Don't worry, I'm here to take care of you."
He inhaled sharply as her fingers made contact, her soft pads adding a new level of tantalizing sensation. She began to stroke slowly, running her hand all the way up and down his length. She had gotten so much better over the weeks with Mina's guidance and lots of practice.
Ochako bit her lip slightly. "I can't tell you how much I love your face when I do this. Seeing you react like this makes me feel… so sexy."
Izuku smiled. "That's because you aaaa-" He was cut off as she leaned forward and gave his tip a gentle lick.
Ochako giggled, her smile wide on her face. "Enough teasing for now. Let's get down to business."
Izuku's eyes went wide as she leaned forward and opened her mouth, her plump lips wrapping around his tip and beginning to descend slowly as she took more and more of him. He hissed as her tongue danced around the underside of his shaft, causing the tightness in his chest to begin descending down his torso.
Ochako kept moving closer to him, the overwhelming sensation of wet, warm tightness growing more and more as he leaned back on his elbows.
Izuku's eyes went wide as he felt her finally stop, then sputter and choke. He snapped back upright, pulling himself back as Ochako took several deep breaths.
"Dammit," she huffed. "Not even halfway."
Izuku looked down with concern. "Mina said you needed a lot more practice before you tried that," he reminded her.
"I know, I know," she muttered, pouting slightly. "I'm gonna take it all one day, mark my words."
That was the most arousing threat he had ever received.
She caught her breath and settled back in, wrapping her soft lips around him again, but not testing her gag reflex this time. Ochako reached a hand up and gently ran her fingerpads along his orbs, causing them to twitch and seize slightly.
Izuku began to smell a new, but familiar scent. It was one of his favorite smells in the whole world.
She gradually settled into a smooth rhythm, the sensation and sounds draggin Izuku closer and closer to climax over the next several minutes. He was getting close when he suddenly yelped in pain as a sharp sensation ran along his length. "Ow!"
Ochako quickly pulled back, holding a hand in front of her mouth in apology, as if hiding the offending tooth. "Sorry, sorry!"
"It's fine," Izuku huffed, the pain quickly subsiding.
Ochako pouted slightly again. "Mina's gonna scold me…" She put the thought out of her mind and mercifully returned to helping Izuku before his release fell too far away.
Since her mouth couldn't reach it, she reached a hand up and began to stroke his lower half in combination with her mouth, which quickly caused his tightness to return and build even faster than before. His quirk was enjoying it too much and he couldn't resist moving a hand down and placing it gently on the back of her head.
"Ochako," he hissed between grit teeth, signaling to her that he was close.
His bucking and twitching surely gave him away, but she redoubled her efforts, picking up the pace.
He drew closer and closer to that peak, as if being dragged up on a roller coaster before…
Before the drop.
She stopped moving and sealed her lips around his length as lightning exploded in his mind and he climaxed, sending a rush into her mouth. Izuku's eyes rolled back as he had to prop himself up on his elbows again to keep from collapsing all the way onto her bed.
His orgasms were always powerful, for which he blamed—or thanked—his quirk. He pulsed again and again, his breathing growing heavier and irregular as Ochako kept her mouth tight, taking everything.
She had gotten a decent amount of practice, but there was something about today. Even when she could normally handle him, her eyes went wide and some began to leak out of her mouth. Finally, after what seemed like forever to his pleasure-addled brain, he gave his last few twitches and finally finished.
Ochako leaned back, gazing up at him with a look of pure lust and adoration on her face as she lifted her head up slightly and swallowed… twice. She opened her mouth with a satisfied sigh, then leaned forward and grabbed a nearby towel, cleaning up the mess on her face and on him.
The smell grew in strength. Just how much was she enjoying this?
"Woah…" she muttered. "That was more than normal. Were you pent up or somethin'?"
Izuku shook his head. "You two helped me yesterday, remember?"
"Right…" She put the towel aside and then looked up. "Is it because of Momo?"
"I think so," he admitted. "Maybe my quirk went into overdrive because we got a new girlfriend?"
Ochako shrugged. "That's not important right now. What is important…" She stood up slowly, pulling down her own pants as that favorite smell of his began to grow stronger, now that her underwear was no longer blocking it.
She walked forward, stepping onto the bed and shoving her womanhood into his face. She pushed him back, slowly descending until his back was on the bed and her thighs were surrounding his head. Ochako pressed down onto him, her thoroughly wet and pulsing folds covering his mouth and rubbing against his nose.
He pushed his tongue in slowly at first, then paused, feeling her muscles clamp hungrily around him. With a small flex of his quirk, his tongue began to lengthen and thicken, pressing deeper into her as she moaned in pure pleasure.
As much as Ochako enjoyed seeing him react when she pleasured him, he felt just as aroused when she moaned on top of him. She looked down at him, their eyes locking, both silently communicating just how much they loved each other.
It was amazing how much her confidence had changed since the first time they had been intimate with each other. Mina was a compassionate and patient teacher and did nothing but encourage Ochako as she learned the ropes, which had done wonders for her. However, he believed that this morning… her being on her own with him for the first time… that had really helped her grow. She now had irrefutable proof that she could do it and it was showing. This wasn't the blushing mess from their first kiss.
She began to stroke his horns slowly, encouraging him to continue. A small, mischievous side reared its head as he began to pause for erratic intervals, sometimes his tongue sitting still for ten or fifteen seconds, other times for only one or two.
Ochako bucked on his face during one of the longer breaks, her face flush and her voice dripping with need. "Stop teasing me, Izuku. I'm gonna be on your face all day if you keep this up."
He had a hard time deciding whether that threat or the previous one was more tantalizing.
Nevertheless, he pushed his tongue larger and explored her deeper, savoring the tangy, but sweet taste that he loved so much. Both her and Mina had such different, but equally enjoyable tastes, which only added to how much he enjoyed pleasuring them.
Her jerks and spasms became more frequent and more needy as she gripped his horns tightly with one hand and grabbed a handful of his hair with the other, pressing herself down firmly and grinding into his face as she pulled him up. Ochako was trying to get him as deep into her as possible, urging him to pleasure her entirely.
Izuku obliged, growing his tongue larger until he felt pressure from all sides and Ochako pulled her hand out of his hair to clamp over her mouth, lest she scream loud enough to wake up the women on the floors above or below. His forked tip pushed deeper until he reached the back of her walls, then danced his tip around the opening to her womb.
According to his research, some women found it painful when their cervix was stimulated, while others found it pleasurable.
Ochako fell into the latter category.
She fell into it hard .
He only danced and teased it for a small while before he felt the tell-tale signs of her own climax breaking over her.
His tongue was squeezed an almost painful amount as her entire depth contracted and her juices began to spray across his face. Pulse after pulse crashed through her, each sending more and more over him as she bit on her shirt, trying to contain her throes of pleasure.
Finally, she pulled back, releasing him and letting his tongue retract back into his mouth, even as she continued to clench erratically in the final waves of her orgasm. Before he fully took it back, he made sure to run it along his face, licking up as much of her taste as he could.
She leaned back on her arms, sitting on his chest as they both panted, recovering the breath they had stolen from each other.
"You're amazing," he whispered up at her between heavy breaths.
She smiled widely as her chest heaved up and down. "I was gonna say the same thing about you."
They both stared at each other for a little longer, then started laughing.
"We're dorks," Izuku joked.
"Dorks in love," she added, causing them both to laugh a little harder.
Ochako slid off him and onto the bed, twisting herself until she was reclining on one arm, looking down at him as she reclined at his side. "Judgin' from earlier, you're not gonna be done quickly today, are you?"
Izuku gulped and shook his head. "Uh, no. No, I don't think so."
She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Challenge accepted." He stared up at her in awe as she smirked and slid down the bed, back onto the floor for the second round.
It was about two hours later when Zu and Ochako finally returned. Momo's cheeks had been burning with blush ever since Mina explained that Zu had a rather… interesting issue.
Zu needed to get regular 'release'.
Well, 'needed' was perhaps too strong of a word, but apparently it impacted his ability to think clearly if he was too… aroused.
The word alone made her skin feel like electricity was dancing over it and caused her thighs to rub against each other with a slowly growing need.
The most scandalous part of it all was that she wasn't nearly as scandalized as she thought she ought to be. The idea of Zu… needing her assistance, even in such a lewd way, was something she was willing to do. Momo even felt a strange sense of pride that her body could bring him pleasure and if what Mina was saying was true, Zu was a fervent believer in reciprocation.
The idea that all of those fantasies she had experienced over the years, especially the recent months, might come true… she hated that she was feeling warmer at the thought of it alone, as the yearning emptiness that she had grown used to spread throughout her body.
'Calm down,' she chided herself. If everything went well… that emptiness might not be around too much longer.
But she wasn't ready to act on those desires yet, not by a long shot. She still had to get her feet under her in this whole 'relationship' thing. But one day, once she was comfortable and confident enough, she would act.
That declaration sent shivers throughout her body, her temptation rising but kept in check by her willpower.
As Ochako and Zu walked in, she noticed a few things immediately. Ochako, for one, was absolutely radiant; she was grinning a wide, satisfied grin and her skin was almost glowing. Zu, on the other hand, looked like he had just run a marathon. His hair was a mess and his eyes were hanging half-open; he looked absolutely exhausted, yet he had a small content look in her eyes that made her knees feel weak. He glanced at Ochako, his satisfaction giving way to pure adoration and gratitude.
She wanted him to look like that because of her.
But that could wait. It would have to wait.
She waited years for this, what was a few more weeks?
He half-stumbled into the room and placed his water bottle on Mina's dresser, the hollow sound telling Momo it was quite empty. Zu moved over to the bedside table and grabbed Mina's own water bottle, turning it over and downing the entire thing without stopping, only taking a breath once it ran dry as well. Not even Momo's water bottle was safe, as he quickly downed that one as well.
Zu wiped his mouth and sighed heavily.
Momo felt her face heat up further. Just what had Ochako done to him?
What could she do to him when she finally gave in? She had only done some cursory 'self-exploration' over the years; what kind of stuff would she want to do to him?
Momo bit her lip. There was only one way to find out...
"Well," Mina began brightly, "it looks like you two had fun. Who wants to go get breakfast?"
Zu almost moaned. "Yes, please . That sounds amazing."
Ochako, on the other hand, blushed slightly. "No thanks, I'm fu- er, I'm not hungry."
Momo stared at her for a few seconds, tilting her head slowly.
Then her entire face turned neon red.
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Sunday was nice and relaxing, at least after the… draining events of the early morning. Izuku spent much of it with his new girlfriend, helping Momo to get more comfortable around him and the other women. As it turned out, Momo was something of a cuddlebug, which meant she meshed very well with Mina. After eating lunch together, they spent the rest of the afternoon in Mo's room, talking and cuddling, simply enjoying each other's presence.
It was nice.
After dinner, where Izuku, Satou and Eiko cooked for everyone, Mina shoved him off to go spend time with Bakugou, which set off alarm bells in his head. He spotted Mina, Ochako, and Momo talking to Tsuyu in the corner; he assumed they were talking to her about the upcoming internship.
Izuku just hoped they weren't putting too much nonsense into her mind.
He turned back to his notebook, where he was putting the final touches on his Miruko notes as Katsuki sat nearby, listening to music with one headphone in. To most, it would look like they weren't even really hanging out, but the two of them had been friends long enough that they could enjoy each other's company in complete silence. Sometimes, against the hustle and bustle of UA and of modern society, the greatest thing in the world was a small, quiet corner and a friend to sit silently with you.
Izuku wasn't nearly well-trained enough to hear what the girls were talking about over the buzz of the common room, but he had… an idea.
His quirk pulsed into his mind and he let it in.
Mina is likely positioning things so that Tsuyu joins us next. I remember what she said.
"She's not like Tsu, who's just going to join us when she finally feels like it."
Tsuyu also thinks I'm attractive.
"You're hot."
Not a whole lot of room for interpretation there.
The real question is… would I want her? She is without a doubt a beautiful woman with a potent quirk. It's not nearly as flashy as Todoroki's, nor as versatile as Mo's, but it is strong. The advantage of a mutation quirk is that you are constantly practicing with it. You can't turn it off.
But does she have that special spark? That quality that will make her a true gem of my collection?
Izuku looked over at Tsuyu, studying her from afar.
Perhaps. This week will be the test.
His eyes danced over his girlfriends.
They are all excellent. They can teach me things, make me stronger, but have so much potential on their own. They will make excellent wives one day.
Another point to consider is their ability to… calm me down. Until I fully master myself, I will be a danger to myself and others. Perhaps even then, I can never be fully trusted. Although in the end, who can a man trust but himself?
Tsuyu has shown no signs of being able to do anything of the sort. It can't just be women I'm attracted to, it has to be something deeper. Ochako… Mina… Mo…
If she doesn't prove useful, Tsuyu holds potential as a willing thrall. She has shown-
Izuku let out a great breath as he shuddered and flung his quirk off, tossing it back into the depths of his mind. Each time he did that, it became easier, but it was still unsettling, especially when dark thoughts began to surface.
Katsuki looked up at him. "You alright?"
"Yeah," Izuku muttered. "Just thinking."
Katsuki nodded and went back to his music.
He felt pathetic sometimes, relying on the women to help him. He was a full grown man that needed someone with him to make sure he didn't lash out. Izuku prayed that his father could help him, but he knew that this wasn't a simple thing.
'Who can a man trust but himself?' Izuku repeated. He laughed sadly to himself.
He couldn't even do that.
Class 1-A stood out in front of their dorm the following morning in their school uniforms, each holding onto their hero costume cases. Tsuyu made her way over to him, smiling up as the students mingled around, almost jittering with excitement and anticipation.
"Now remember," Aizawa called over the students. "While you're out in the field, you're not just representing yourself, but UA. Be on your best behavior."
"Yes, sir!" the class responded in unison.
"Very good," he remarked cooly, but with a hint of approval. "Now, come on. I'll escort you down to the station.
"Station?" Tsuyu asked quietly from his side. "I didn't get a ticket."
Mina looked over, clearly worried. "Hey, me neither."
"Do you have tickets?" Tsuyu asked, looking up at him.
Izuku smiled down at her. "Not exactly."
A familiar hum grew louder as a periwinkle and teal woman came flying over the trees. "Hey guys!" Nejire called, landing next to Mina and waving over at Tsuyu and Izuku as the rest of the class moved on.
Izuku gave one last thumbs up to Katsuki and a wave to Ochako and Momo as they walked down the path toward the station, then turned to the small group. He looked over at Mina and smiled.
Mina's face turned from worry to boisterous excitement as she squealed. "No way!"
Izuku only smiled harder as the beat of wings became audible for everyone else and the sun was blocked out by not one, but two circling dragons.
In a theatrical dance that almost looked practiced, Stormclaw and Ryukyu descended in mirrored spirals, landing on opposite sides of the group. The great bronze and copper dragons looked down at the four students with a small, toothy smirk.
"Oh my God, I'm dreaming," Mina whispered.
Nejire leaned over and pinched Mina's arm, causing the pink woman to yelp.
Mina made a trembling noise of excitement and ran over to Ryukyu, jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas morning.
Tsuyu on the other hand, was staring up at Stormclaw. "This is really cool."
Stormclaw and Ryukyu both laughed deep, booming laughs. They each knelt down, dropping their shoulders to let their passengers on. "It's alright if I climb on?" Tsuyu asked politely.
Izuku's father nodded. Tsuyu bent down and hopped up in a single jump, landing squarely between his wings as Izuku climbed up quickly, thanks to his years of practice. Tsuyu and Izuku waved over at Nejire and Mina, who were situated on Ryukyu's back.
"See you in a week!" Izuku called.
"Stay safe!" Tsuyu added.
Nejire waved with both hands. "We will!"
Mina winked as she flashed a thumbs up. "Good luck, you two~"
Instead of feeling nervous, Izuku laughed loudly. "You're the one who needs the luck! Let's see if you can walk by the end of the week!"
Mina's teasing smile turned into a nervous grimace as Nejire leaned over and put an arm around her, pulling her into a half hug. "I'll take real good care of her, Greenhorn!"
Izuku nodded and waved one final time as the two dragons beat their wings, ascending into the sky and flying in opposite directions.
As soon as they began to climb, Tsuyu had, seemingly instinctually, leaned back into him. Without thinking, Izuku put one arm around her, bringing her in closer as he secured her.
"Thank you, Izuchan," she muttered, the smallest hint of unease in her normally flat voice.
He cracked a small smile as his quirk hummed happily. "Don't worry, everyone's nervous their first time flying. You'll get used to it."
"Are you offering me rides?" she asked.
A month ago, Izuku would have blushed and flustered under such a question from a woman, but right now, he was feeling a little bolder. "If you want, sure."
She turned slightly and looked up at him with her big, black eyes. They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before she turned back to the front. "I'd like that."
Izuku heard his father laughing quietly.
It wasn't too much longer before they began to descend and then landed on the beach behind the Stormclaw Agency. Izuku grinned, just like he did every time.
Tsuyu and Izuku slid down Stormclaw's shoulder and the man rapidly returned to his normal form, looking down at the two young heroes with a smile. "Welcome to the Stormclaw Agency!"
Tsuyu ribbeted softly, her small smile growing. "I've always dreamed of coming here. Thank you for inviting me."
Hisashi laughed. "It's no problem at all. In fact, we're happy to have you. I watched your performance at the Sports Festival and was impressed. I look forward to seeing you perform in the water."
The small woman looked stunned. "I will try not to let you down."
"I don't doubt," Hisashi said warmly as he began to lead them toward the back entrance of the agency, "but don't feel bad if you do fail. You're here to learn and failure is a key component of success. Just do your best. That's all anyone can ask."
The backdoor slid open as a woman of moderate height and athletic build stepped into the morning sun. She wore her hero costume, a dark blue skin-tight wetsuit with white accents that reminded Izuku of waves, complemented by a blue, hydrodynamic helmet that she wore when out in the field. Her blue eyes peeked out from under the bangs of her shoulder-length, straight white hair and her jovial smile shone brightly in the light. "Good morning!"
"Good morning," Hisashi returned to one of his most accomplished side kicks. "Miss Asui, this is Riptide."
"A pleasure to meet you," Tsuyu responded politely.
Riptide nodded toward the shorter woman. "Likewise, Miss Asui." She then turned her gaze up at Izuku. "Welcome back."
"Thank you," Izuku responded politely. Riptide was always a polite, professional woman, who had been working with his father for close to a decade now. He always felt like Riptide could go and start her own agency if she wanted, but she seemed to think that working under his father was a better gig than starting her own, small-time agency.
Hisashi looked back at Izuku and Tsuyu as they stepped into the agency. "Normally, I show my guests to their quarters, but I think you might know your way around here already?" he asked Izuku lightly.
Izuku smiled softly and nodded. "This way, Tsu."
"Oh, and once you're done packing," Hisashi called after them, "change into your hero costumes and meet us down in the rec room."
"Yes, sir!" Izuku returned, excited to put on his new uniform for the first time.
Truth be told, he was a little nervous about the sleeping arrangements. Hisashi was… conservative when it came to buying property, as extra space was wasted money in his eyes, so much like the Midoriya residence, the Stormclaw Agency was smaller than most other agencies.
What that meant for Izuku and Tsuyu was that there was only a single guest bedroom. Fortunately there were three beds in it, but it still meant sharing a space with a woman he wasn't dating and had no intention of dat-
His quirk grumbled in his mind.
Okay, fine, that was probably a lie. But still, he wouldn't go after her himself. If she came to him, well… he would have to talk to Ochako, Mina, and Momo.
Either way, this wasn't the time or place to think about it.
I'd rather think about those hips and legs.
Izuku sighed. There was a 'frog legs' joke somewhere, but he didn't want to really find it.
"Are you alright?" Tsuyu asked.
Izuku smiled. "Yeah, just… mentally preparing for the week. It won't be easy."
"No doubt," Tsuyu responded. "I'm glad you're here with me, though. It will be easier together."
It was like she was trying to rouse his quirk.
"Agreed. It'll be nice to work with you again."
Tsuyu ribbited happily. "That day together in Hell Week was exhausting, but very enlightening. I can't wait to see what an entire week with you is like."
Izuku gulped a little. "Likewise."
They finally arrived at the door, which Izuku opened for his friend. "Here we are. You can have the first pick."
There were three beds in the room, one to the left, one in the middle, and one on the right. Simple stuff. Izuku assumed Tsuyu would pick the left or right bed, allowing a buffer bed between them.
He assumed incorrectly.
Tsuyu walked straight ahead and put her bag on the bed in the middle, hopping up onto it and feeling how comfortable it was. She looked at Izuku and gave a soft smile.
Izuku tried his best to conceal his trepidation as he walked over to the right bed and put his own bag down. Fortunately there was a small divider between each bed, so there was some degree of separation. The two unpacked in a comfortable silence, then opened up their suitcases.
Izuku smiled down at his new hero uniform. The scaled pants he had been wearing were now joined into a full suit, both parts functional and aesthetic. The lighter green accents on his legs were in homage to the similar marks on his father, but the torso was all him. It was mostly black, but only barely. Lighter green marks stretched down from his chest down his side and another drew along his shoulders. A patch of scales rested on his sternum, but otherwise, the short-sleeves suit was free from scales above the belt. The durable material was all 'keyed' to his DNA however, which he tested eagerly by transforming his chest, watching with a grin as his suit vanished and was replaced by his durable, light-green plates.
Satisfied, Izuku stepped out from his corner of the room, looking his costume over one last time with a proud smile. He glanced over at Tsuyu and then almost sputtered as he was greeted with a nearly full view of her bare back. He couldn't help but stare at her toned, well-defined back muscles—the results of years of swimming—as her tongue reached around behind her and grabbed the zipper sitting at the base of her spine, pulling her suit together.
She turned around and looked up at him as her tongue snaked back into her mouth. "I like your new costume, Izuchan."
"Thank you, Tsu."
"I liked it when you were shirtless, though."
Izuku blinked. "Uh… why?"
She tilted her head slightly. "Because you're really hot and I liked staring."
Her bluntness was something Izuku respected, but he wasn't prepared for her to be so forward. His quirk on the other hand, was loving it.
"O-oh," was all he could say.
"You can stare back, if you want," she suggested. "I'm proud of my body. I've put a lot of work into it." Tsuyu turned slightly, modeling one of her legs.
Izuku couldn't help but look. Her thighs were thick, muscular, and powerful, the result of a lifetime of swimming and jumping, and her backside was similarly sculpted, but still seductively round; it looked like the perfect mix of strong, firm, muscle and soft sexuality, not to mention that it was large enough that it outclassed even Mina's. He had never really looked at her like this before, but now he had a feeling that he was going to have a hard time not looking at her like she was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen.
Tsuyu ribbited with a tone of satisfaction. "I like it when you look at me like that."
Izuku tore his eyes away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't stare."
"It makes me feel good," Tsuyu countered. "There's nothing wrong with complimenting others."
"Is that what staring is?" Izuku asked.
She blinked. "If you think about it, you thought the person was attractive enough to stare at. That sounds like a compliment to me."
Izuku nodded his head side to side slightly. "Only if the staring is welcomed, I would say."
"Fair enough," she admitted. "Your staring is welcome. Is my staring welcome?"
Izuku recoiled slightly. Not even Mina was this direct. "I, uh."
Yes.
YES.
"Y-yes, it is."
Tsuyu smiled widely, her eyes closing slightly. "Good."
Izuku smiled softly in return. She was, somehow, simultaneously incredibly adorable and distractingly attractive.
This was going to be a long week.
"Let's not keep my father waiting," Izuku suggested.
Tsuyu nodded, picking up her headgear and tucking it under one arm. "Lead the way, Izuchan."
Izuku led his friend down to the main floor and into the recreation room, where Hisashi and Riptide were going through local reports.
"Ah, there you are!" Hisashi exclaimed proudly, walking over to them and clapping Izuku on the shoulder with his one hand. "Look at you! You look like me when I was young!"
Izuku blushed slightly as his heart squeezed. "That's high praise, sir."
Hisashi laughed. "This week has been a long time coming, son." The two Midoriyas looked each other in the eyes for a few moments before Hisashi stepped back and looked down at Tsuyu. "And we're happy to have you here, too, Miss Asui. Please, don't let an old man's sentimentality spoil your time here."
Tsuyu shook her head. "Not a problem, sir."
"Good!" Hisashi said with a laugh. "Now, before we start our first day's activities, you need a proper tour of the place!"
Hisashi walked off with Tsuyu at his heels, Izuku following a little behind with Riptide.
As his father began to show Tsuyu around, Izuku wasn't exactly enamored. He had been running around these halls for most of his life and instead found his mind wandering, wondering how the rest of his friends were doing on their first day.
Ochako was nervously going over the notes Deku made her one last time as she approached her destination. It was the little things like this that showed how much he cared about her and what made her fall in love with him a little more each day. He could tell just how nervous she was about training under the number seven and had done everything in his power to bolster her confidence. She would miss him over the week, just like she would miss Mina, Momo and all of her classmates, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that she was eager to take advantage of, no matter how nervous it made her.
She checked her invitation again as she arrived at the address. No, she had the right place, but she had expected something… nicer?
Standing in front of her was an old, rundown brick building with only a few, high-up windows and a pair of double metal doors adorning the otherwise dingy facade. She took a deep breath and pulled one of the handles, half-surprised that it was actually unlocked.
Ochako walked inside, placing her backpack and suitcase by the door as she crept inside the barely-lit room.
Outside of the sunlight leaking through the dirty windows, the only light came from a few dim chemical lights bolted to the walls. She was immediately assaulted by the smell of old leather and wood as she looked around the old gym. A tinge of iron and copper tickled her nose, which she suspected might be blood, but hoped was rust. Large heavy punching bags hung from steel girders and a few pairs of boxing gloves were tied on the ropes of a ring on the far side.
This was an old, well-used and well-loved gym. It certainly had character, but she hadn't expected Miruko to train in a place like this on the edge of town, but now that she was here, she wasn't that surprised.
Speaking of Miruko, where was she?
As if on cue, she heard a noise from her side. Ochako turned to her right just in time to see a pair of red eyes staring at her from on top of a pile of wrestling mats. As soon as her eyes moved, so did the crouched shape looking down on her.
Miruko dove toward Ochako at terrifying speeds, her foot extended. Ochako barely dove out of the way, landing on the ground, but quickly scrambling to her feet.
"M-Miruko?" Ochako stuttered, gazing down at the smaller, muscular woman glaring up at her a few meters away in a combat stance. Her fluffy, white ears twitched once as her mouth turned up into a confident, intimidating smirk.
"Training begins now!" Miruko declared as she kicked off again, shooting toward Ochako.
Ochako didn't think she was going to be able to dodge this one.
Pony walked into the brightly lit, glamorous offices of Uwabami with a surprising companion. Itsuka Kendou, the nice, taller, redheaded girl from 1-B had also accepted the pro's invitation, meaning Pony would have a companion for her daunting week of 'cultural immersion'.
The two women nodded and walked to the front desk, where there was a woman in her mid-twenties sitting, looking a little bored as she typed away on a computer.
"Excuse me?" Kendou said as the two approached. "We're here for our internship?"
The woman's vision snapped up and her boredom flashed away and was replaced by bright-eyed enthusiasm, but Pony could tell that it was forced and practiced, rather than genuine.
"Ah, yes! You must be the students from UA!" She stood up and gestured for them to follow her, leading the two of them down a hallway. They turned and Pony spotted a soundstage through an open door, causing her to raise an eyebrow. Izzy wasn't kidding when he said she was an 'idol hero'. Who has their own production studio in their agency?
She hoped Izzy was right about recommending this place...
The assistant took them around a corner and stopped them in front of a large door with Uwabami's name on it. At least, Pony was pretty sure it was Uwabami's. She was still getting used to reading it.
She knocked on the door and a voice called back sharply. "What?"
"Miss, your interns are here."
Pony heard a small gasp. "Excellent! Send them in right away!"
The assistant opened the door for Pony and Kendou, then quickly turned away to leave. Pony noticed her fake smile drop immediately once she had begun to walk away and didn't think she was looking.
Inside was the pro hero herself, powdering herself in a well-lit dressing room. She turned to face the two students, her smile calm, yet radiant. Uwabami's hair was blonde, like her own, and of a similar length, although the pro carried it up in a maroon clasp. Unlike Pony, Uwabami's hair ended with a trio of snakes poking above the back of the pro's head.
"Oh, I'm so glad you two accepted my offer!" The pro bubbled.
Kendou smiled awkwardly. "Um, we're looking forward to working with you, miss."
"Your hair is gorgeous ," Uwabami responded, as if that was a response. She walked over and looked at Kendou closely. "If you ever lose interest in being a hero, you could be a model. Or you could be both." She winked, causing Kendou to grimace slightly.
"And then…" Uwabami turned to look down at Pony, then gasped. "The American!"
Pony grew a look of concern.
Uwabami grabbed both of Pony's hands and held them together in front of her. "Oh, you're just adorable ! Look at those eyes, I'm sure you have boys fawning all over you."
Suffice to say, Pony wasn't expecting something like this.
"I…"
"Oh, we can speak English," Uwabami interrupted.
Pony blinked. "Really?"
"Of course!" she replied in perfect English. "I have to do interviews in English all the time. It's the 'lingua franca' of the hero world, on top of that. Now, where are you from?"
"I'm from America," Pony said with a touch of confusion.
Uwabami chuckled softly. "I meant where in America, sweetie. It's obvious to anyone with eyes that you're a beautiful, American bombshell."
Pony blushed slightly. "Oh, um, I'm from Texas, Miss Uwabami."
"Texas!" She seemed delighted. "Oh, I can work with that. I bet you just look adorable in a cowboy hat."
Pony smiled. "I like to think so."
Uwabami smiled even wider. "Can you give me one of those good ol' Texas accents?"
"I sure can, ma'am," Pony responded quickly in her best Texan drawl. She wasn't quite sure why Uwabami was interested in it, but she wanted to make a good impression on the pro she was going to be working under.
Uwabami almost squealed. "Oh, you two are just perfect . This week is going to be great !"
Pony hoped she was right.
"What do you mean 'I have to make him laugh' ?" Momo asked Togata incredulously.
The tall, blonde man with the simple face who taught as 1-B's TA happened to also work for Nighteye. He had spotted her walking toward Nighteye's Agency and flagged her down. "Sir doesn't just appreciate humor, he demands it," Togata explained. "He told me once that humor is a vital part of society and all who work under him must exemplify it." The man paused, looking away slightly. "He even has a tickle machine for those he feels aren't humorous enough. It's… it's not pleasant."
"How ghastly!" Momo gasped.
"I know, I know," Togata said with a slightly sheepish grin, "but that's just the way Sir is. You can't say I didn't warn you!"
Momo inhaled deeply. "Indeed. Thank you for the warning."
"No problem!" Togata was a cheery sort, which would hopefully make the week more tolerable.
Momo had to admit, even though she had only been dating her new partners for less than two full days, she already missed them. It was a bittersweet feeling, as she was grateful that she had people to miss. She was thinking about them and she was sure they were thinking about her. Momo wondered if the others would be okay if she called them later that night.
She refocused herself.
Zu and the other women were counting on her to succeed here. She had to meet the challenge set before her, she had to nurture her newfound confidence.
'Think, Momo, think.'
Zu used to tell her jokes when they were little, most of which he got from his cousin. Ryukyu was something of a prankster, apparently, which influenced Zu growing up; his family had always been important to him.
Maybe one day… Momo could be his family, too.
She blinked, recoiling slightly. Momo scolded herself for thinking of marriage so soon into a relationship. This wasn't the time or place to imagine her beautiful white dress flowing behind her, the flowers adorning-
Momo sighed. Mina was right: she was a romantic.
She had to focus. She had to think back to the jokes Zu told her; what would make someone like Nighteye laugh? Her research over the week, including what Zu helped her with, Nighteye appeared to be an exceedingly austere man, if not outright severe. What kind of humor would a man like that enjoy?
An idea came to her. Maybe…
She just had to remember how it went.
Momo was so focused on thinking and analyzing that she barely registered arriving at Nighteye's agency. Togata led her inside and introduced her to some of Sir's other sidekicks, which she greeted politely, but didn't listen too much to as she continued to roll over decisions in her mind.
Before she really knew it, she was sitting alone in a room with the tall, lanky Sir Nighteye staring back at her. He looked down his glasses at her, appraising her with a disapproving look.
"Tell me a joke," he said simply.
This was it. Time to be confident.
She remembered how much trust Zu, Ochako and Mina had in her and how amazing they thought she was.
"Very direct," Momo observed cooly.
He didn't break eye contact. "I know you entered with Togata. He is an eager young man, who wants the best for everyone. You would do well to emulate him as much as you possibly could."
Momo kept her cool, returning his steely gaze. "You assume he told me that you appreciated humor."
Nighteye didn't reply.
"Very well," Momo said calmly. "I do have a joke for you."
Without breaking eye contact, she began. "A man walked into a bar and sat down at a booth near the back. A woman sat there, alone except for a glass of warm drink. 'Are you the assassin who charges 100,000 yen per bullet?' he asked. She nodded. 'I am'. 'What if you miss?' he asks. 'I don't miss,' she responds."
Nighteye didn't show any signs of emotion.
"He passes over an envelope with 200,000 yen in it. 'Fine. My wife is cheating on me with my best friend. They're at the hotel down the road.' She takes the envelope and counts the money. It's all there. She picks up her briefcase and leads him outside. They walk to the hotel, then climb the building on the far side of the road. There, she opens her case, assembles her rifle, and takes aim at the hotel."
Nighteye continued to watch silently, but she could tell he was listening closely.
Momo had to keep calm. Everything depended on her keeping a level head and a level voice.
"He points at the third floor. 'They're in room 33. I want you to shoot him through the dick, then shoot her through the head.' The assassin nods and begins to line up her shot. For several minutes she watched through the scope, but she never took the shot."
Nighteye adjusted himself slightly, leaning back in preparation for the punchline.
'Slowly,' Momo reminded herself. 'Slowly.'
"The man soon grew irritated. 'Why haven't you shot them?' he asked angrily. 'Be patient,' she responded slowly. 'I'm taking my time to make sure I don't miss'."
Utter silence dominated the room.
Nighteye glared at her, his expression hardening somewhat. "An anti-joke. How droll. Unfortunately, I prefer jokes with actual punchlines."
Momo scoffed. "There very much was a punchline. It is not my fault if you didn't see it."
Sir narrowed his eyes. "I see. Then pray tell, what was the punchline?"
Momo smirked ever so slightly. "The punchline was that you were so focused on my joke that you didn't notice me creating a weapon in my hand." She lifted the taser above the table, aiming it straight at the hero.
Nighteye's vision snapped down to the device and then back at her. Slowly, he raised his hand to his face, touching his chin gently in thought. The smallest of smiles crept onto his face as he exhaled air in a small approximation of laughter.
"Very well done, Miss Yaoyorozu," he said with an undeniable note of approval. He extended a hand to her, which she shook graciously and firmly. "I look forward to our time together."
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