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Izuku's door opened and closed softly, then Himiko's back hit the wall, his lips devouring hers, hands running up her sides to caress her breasts through her slightly damp shirt. "…Still frisky?" She asked, and he answered by attacking her neck. "Aww, did I-ah! Tease you too much?"
He pinned her to the wall with a smoldering gaze and his size, peering down at her. "You know what you did," he rumbled, one hand fisting in her hair to pull her head back, exposing the entirety of her delicate neck; the other snaked down the front of her panties, questing fingers finding her slick with anticipation. Without preamble he delved into her, watching with satisfaction as her face twisted with pleasure. He nipped at her throat, feeling the vibration of her moans against his lips, hearing the ecstasy in her voice as he ground the heel of his palm, curling his fingers to hit the spot that made her knees turn to jelly.
"Oooh!" She gasped into his ear, "N-not taking it…easy! On me, are you?"
"No," he murmured into her neck, "Think of it as…endurance training. Hold on for a minute or two, and I'll do that thing you like. Shirt."
She shakily pulled her shirt up, bunching it over her breasts. Knuckles deep, hitting that spot over and over again, with the added leverage of his tongue lashing her sensitive nipples, it didn't surprise her that the coil in her was about to break free. "T-that's the thing, Zuku," she moaned, bracing herself against the wall, rocking her hips into his hand, "I like everything you d-do!"
With that said, she threw her head back and came so hard she saw spots.
"Oh is that how it's going to be?" He said dangerously, as she quaked and soaked his hand. Adjusting his position to get a better angle, he mercilessly plunged his fingers into her, pressing all of her buttons to extend her orgasm as long as he could. Then he realized he was missing one. His other hand slid down her back, fingers slipping inside of her, easily becoming lubricated so that when he pulled them out and aimed at her other weak spot, they plunged deep without issue.
She bucked and squealed, legs shaking so bad she had to lean on him to stay standing, panting in his ear as he finally let up. "Y…you b-bitch," Himiko sighed, opening her mouth to suck on the wet fingers he presented. "J-just for that, I'm gonna…suck the soul…um…"
Izuku whipped his head around as he heard the bed shift, seeing just as Himiko had, that there was someone there. It was Mei, wearing one of his shirts, staring at them with a cherry red face, eyes locked onto his hand, thighs rubbing together. The first question that popped into his mind was 'have you been here the whole time?' but given that the answer was obviously 'yes,' his brain skipped to the next one. "…Why are you in my room?"
Mei didn't react, pink tongue darting out to moisten red lips. "…Huh?" She finally said, looking at them. "Oh, uh…after I was done talking to Momo and eating she said I should wash my clothes and maybe take a shower, so I had BB let me into your room and do my laundry, but then I didn't have any other clothes so I borrowed some of yours. What…what were you doing, just now?" Her eyes dropped to the rather obvious erection in Izuku's pants, her face flushing even further.
"Well, scientifically speaking, he was combo-breaking my brain into pleasured mush," Himiko answered, pushing off of the wall, though her legs still trembled, "But in layman's terms, he played me like a damn fiddle."
"Oh," Mei muttered, not blinking, "Uh, why, though?"
The blood drinker squinted at her. "Because it…feels really good? Feel like I shouldn't have to explain that, I mean, c'mon, who hasn't played with themselves? It's even better when someone else does it, and knows just how to do it." At the inventor's bemused look, Himiko blinked. "…Please tell me you at least know what sex is!"
"Pfft, of course I do!" The inventor scoffed, eyes darting nervously, "A guy puts his thing in a girl's thing, then baby. T-that's the gist, I think." She crossed her arms at the incredulous looks they gave her. "Come on, I was learning about transistors at the time, I didn't have time to pay attention to that kind of stuff!...Although I kinda wish I did, because my internals started overheating recently and this lu-lubricant starts leaking out and it feels good, but I don't know why."
Izuku's palm met his face with a quiet slap. "Mei…" He groaned into his hand.
"…How recent?" Himiko asked, the beginnings of a smile pulling at the corner of her lips.
"Well…"
"Wild guess here, but I'm going to say sometime this year?" The blood sucker asked, eyes darting to Izuku, smile spreading.
"M-maybe," Mei stammered, fingers playing with the hem of her borrowed shirt.
"Take your shirt off," Himiko whispered to Izuku, who gave her a confused look. "Trust me."
Looking at her suspiciously, Izuku pulled his shirt off; despite the perfunctory and very non-sexy way he did, Mei still gasped and stared like a nun at a strip show. "I-internals…overheating!" She muttered, thighs rubbing together furiously, "Lubricant…l-leaking! Ah! Why?!"
The earthbender stared at the inventor, mind visibly racing. Himiko opened her mouth, but he accidentally cut her off by slapping his fist into his palm. "Don't worry, Mei, we'll teach you about it," he said decisively, turning to his lover just as her jaw snapped shut. "Himiko, will you give her the specifics? You know better about the female body than I do."
"Debatable at times, but here you're right," she nodded, stripping out of her clothes, "Scoot up and shirt off, Mei, it's time to take you in hand and fill in your gaps."
Mei blinked, finally taking her eyes away from Izuku's exposed body. "Uh, what?" She noticed Himiko crawling up the bed with a predatory smile. "What?"
"We're going to teach you about your body and why it's reacting how it is, and how to deal with it," Izuku explained, bluntly but gently, reaching out to touch her hand. "Someone could take advantage of you if they knew, Mei."
"I'll explain the finer points," the blood drinker whispered into Mei's ear, having sat behind the inventor, pulling her flush against her front, "While he's going to be more blunt. It might take a few lessons to fully sink in, but when we're done you'll be satisfied."
With that said, Himiko reached down and pulled the borrowed shirt from the inventor's body, leaving her completely naked before them. "No underwear, Mei?" Izuku asked, dark eyes trailing up her body, noticing that the pink in her cheeks had permeated her flesh, leaving her with an enticing flush to her skin.
"I-I only wear 'em sometimes," she replied, licking her plump lips, eyes darting to take in all of the man before her.
"Let's start at the beginning," Himiko whispered, her nails drawing light lines of pink in the inventor's skin. "That heat you feel, that's called 'sexual attraction' Mei. It means you, subconsciously, apparently, found a prime mating partner, and your body is getting ready to breed."
"But I make babies all the time," Mei protested faintly, one hand covering the apex of her legs while the other fidgeted as if she was barely restraining herself from snatching at Izuku.
Himiko paused and rolled her eyes. "Building things and actually making babies aren't the same thing, Mei, don't be dumb about biological reality, that's far from sexy. Anyway, sometimes it's not actually about the breeding part, the heart wants what the heart wants, but in this case it probably is. Let's test that."
Izuku leaned in and Mei leaned back, eyes going wide…then his lips touched hers and she froze with an adorable whimper.
"Her heart literally skipped a beat," the blood sucker relayed, her hand over Mei's heart. "No, wait-"
Mei shuddered and slumped against Himiko, breath coming in pants and gasps.
"…Wow," the blonde whistled, "Just from a kiss? You are so pent up this isn't funny anymore. Also, next test." She reached up to grasp Mei's chin and tilted her head downwards to plant a kiss of her own. The inventor blinked, but barely reacted. "Okay, that's a little mean. No reaction at all? Whatever, anyway; this state of being is called 'arousal,' Mei. The heart beats harder, blood pumps faster, certain parts become engorged and sensitive…"
Mei stilled as Izuku brushed his fingers over her lips, down her tender throat as she gulped in anticipation, tracing along her collar, over her sternum and finally touching her heaving breasts. Her nipples were pink and puffy, begging for attention, and Mei twitched when his feathered touch merely brushed her pebbled flesh.
"Of course, just because your body is ready doesn't mean you have to breed, just that it'll feel really good," Himiko murmured, smirking as Izuku laid his hands fully on Mei's chest, the pink-haired inventor going stiff. "Especially when you do it with someone who's really good with their hands…like Izuku…like me," her long, slender fingers sank into weighty flesh, and Mei writhed, "Or even you, Mei. I know how much you like fiddling with machinery, I imagine it'd feel quite nice when you fiddle with other things."
"It's not just hands and fingers, either," Izuku spoke in a soft, smooth tone, his eyes lidded and dark with lust. "Let me show you," he whispered, and it wasn't just Mei who shivered that time. Then he kissed her again and she kissed back, clumsily pushing her lips against his like she was attempting to wrestle with their mouths. He pulled away slightly, then brought his lips down on her jaw, kissed his way down her neck and lightly sucked at the junction of her shoulder. Mei gasped, hands grasping at her thighs, panting as his mouth seemed to leave a trail of fire across her skin until finally…they descended on her nipples. His tongue licked and circled, lips closing around them to suck and she writhed and moaned under his attention.
"And that's just the appetizer," the blonde promised, her fingers kneading Mei's stomach, peppering kisses along her neck. "There's more to come…if you want it…"
"M-more?" The inventor whispered, seemingly stunned, "How?"
Himiko sucked her teeth. "Considering your reaction from just a kiss, and the heat I can feel in your belly, I'm halfway sure you'd die if we went all the way. But maybe a little taste will loosen you up a bit?"
Mei glanced down to find Izuku gazing up at her, his tongue lightly plying a damp nipple with a questioning eyebrow arched. She bit her lip and slowly removed the hand covering her entrance, taking one of his hands with it. He smiled softly at her and kissed her breast, then the other, before burying his face in the center and pecking his way down across her soft stomach, pausing for a moment to tickle her bellybutton with his eyelashes. "No hair?" He murmured, beholding her weeping lips, engorged with blood and desire and nearly crying out for attention. He had almost expected her 'carpet' to match her 'drapes' in style, for some odd reason, but that wasn't possible when there wasn't any carpet.
"E-easier to maintain," she breathed, the heat pooling her belly deliciously crawling its way up her spine and into her brain. So focused on the man between her legs, gazing so intently at her hungering core that she almost missed the way Himiko pawed at her breasts, barely.
"I just don't get it," the blonde muttered, squeezing and massaging the inventor's hefty chest, "You generally eat like shit, except for recently because BB cooks for you, when you actually eat, and you routinely stay up for days at a time. You should be malnourished, not packin' a rack that matches Momo."
Whatever answer Mei was going to give was drowned out by a loud moan as Izuku brushed his fingers over her lips, circling the apex and gathering moisture before parting them and sliding inside. The inventor threw her head back and cried out, "Oh god!" Himiko swiftly silenced her by clapping a hand over her mouth.
"Good with his fingers, right?" The blood drinker whispered as Mei moaned into her hand. "See, what happened when he kissed you, and what's building up now," her free hand traced the inventor's taut belly, sweat decorating her pink skin, "That's called an orgasm. Medically speaking, it's a lot like you're about to die; your muscles lock, your nervous system lights up like you've been electrocuted, your breath gets stolen and your brain feels like it's about to collapse into mush…and feels so good, doesn't it?"
"D-die?" Mei's words were muffled, her eyelids fluttering, "I'm g-gonna d-die?"
"Maybe," Himiko murmured, smirking as Izuku added another finger, making the inventor buck against her. "Do you want him to stop?"
"NO!" In another situation, such a shout might've been a cry for help. As it was, it sounded more rapturous than anything, as Izuku had dragged his tongue across her lips, finding the sensitive nub at the top. "KILL ME!"
The earthbender paused, looking up at them. Himiko shrugged, as did he, and he attacked Mei's lips, fingers pumping, tongue lashing, delving deeper inside of her until she wailed and erupted onto his face, literally splashing him with her orgasm. The inventor slumped bonelessly, eyes rolling up behind her eyelids, face going slack even as her body twitched in the throes of the strongest sensation she'd ever felt.
"…You alive?" Himiko asked, poking Mei's cheek, then checking her pulse. "Welp, she's still alive, just unconscious. Nice."
"Wouldn't call it a huge achievement, considering," Izuku shrugged, wiping his face. "You know, it just occurred to me that, with such distractions, she probably didn't actually absorb any information."
She grinned toothily, petting the unconscious girl in her arms. "Well, we'll just have to try again and again until the lesson finally sinks in," she replied, pausing in thought. "…You don't seem surprised that Mei's attracted to you."
He gave her an incredulous look. "Come on, Himiko, I might be dense sometimes, but it was pretty easy to pick up on Mei's attraction. She felt me up so many times when she was 'getting my measurements' for my suit, and she didn't actually record any! I had to get BB to do it! And do you know just how many times she's called me 'muscles' instead of my name?" Izuku shook his head. "I figured it would take another week or two before she finally admitted it instead of making excuses, but it didn't occur to me that she didn't actually know." He shrugged and went to the bathroom, getting a washcloth to clean himself and Mei.
By the time he was done, Mei had sort of come around, blinking lethargically at them from their bed. "Shush, don't say anything," Himiko whispered to the inventor, "You probably feel like one big noodle right now, but you also put Zuku in a bit of a bind, shall we say. Watch close and take notes, there will be a test on this later." Then she booped Mei's nose and got down to work.
Mei did watch, very closely and did take notes. By the time she fell asleep, wrapped up in Izuku's arms, several plans had been formed, discarded, refined and then set in stone.
And then promptly forgotten about the next dawn, when she learned an important lesson about morning wood.
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Monday…
Izuku looked down at his phone with a frown, then up at his classmates all dressed in their uniforms as they loitered around the train station closest to Yuuei. "…Why did Eraserhead tell us to come out here?" He asked himself, scratching his temple, scrolling to said message that had reached all of 1-A some fifteen minutes ago.
"Considering he threatened to expel us the first day, and now this…" Mina shrugged grandly, "I'm starting to think our sensei is a jackass."
"Can we even call him 'sensei?'" Himiko wondered, leaning idly against Izuku, "So far he hasn't actually taught us anything."
"Of course!" Iida snapped, arms acting equally sharp, "Perhaps he hasn't taught any lessons, but nevertheless he is still a teacher appointed by the school!"
"Not a ringing endorsement, Iida-kun," Izuku commented, tapping his chin. "While Aizawa-sensei hasn't taught us directly, perhaps the lesson from the first day was more oblique than direct…although the lesson I learned from Mineta-san getting expelled is that anyone can get booted if we don't meet some invisible obligation."
"Yeah…" Ochako nodded thoughtfully, "He's kinda creepy, though."
There was a round of agreeable shrugs and nods, then silence fell in the bustling train station. Until every student's phone chimed at the same time.
nvm return to school thru main gate - Aizawa
The students collectively sighed and started heading back towards Yuuei. "See what I mean?" Mina threw her hands up in exasperation, letting them fall back to cradle her head. Dropping back, she muttered to the earthbender out of the corner of her mouth, "It's kinda hard to sleep when people are shouting, y'know? After that workout, I needed my beauty sleep and I didn't get it."
Izuku gave her a quick once over. "I don't think you need it," he said simply with a shrug, "I'm sorry about waking you though."
She blinked, feeling like she'd missed something. "Make whoever was in your room apologize, 'cause you unless you got religious and became a girl for a night, I don't think it was you who was shouting 'Oh god!'"
He blushed a little and coughed into his hand. "S-still, sorry about that, I…" His eyes found the main gate and the blood fled from his face.
Mina followed his line of sight and her jaw fell open at the massive crowd of reporters gathered around the gate, lights flashing and voices shouting at the students trying to slip by. Then someone noticed them, and the whole crowd turned to look at them, the first comparison coming to her mind being a school of piranha seeing a helpless swimmer.
And then they were being swarmed, a cacophonous crash of calls, cries and cameras washing over them like a rogue wave.
"-WHAT'S IT LIKE-"
"-ALL MIGHT-"
"-LEARNING FROM THE-"
"-TEACHING AT YUUEI-"
Izuku's breath came in short gasps, the reporters a wall of light and sound pounding at his ears and eyes, sweat beading on his face as he slipped a trembling hand into his pocket. He jumped, feeling something grabbing him and looked down to find Mina holding his arm, a smile on her face but the strength of her grasp speaking of burgeoning panic.
He closed his eyes and breathed deep, trying to center himself in the chaos. Exhaling, he opened his eyes. "Ex-excuse…" Izuku cleared his throat harshly and spoke. "EXCUSE ME!" He shouted, bringing a sharp end to the questions. He looked at the mass of people, affixing a mask of non-emotion to his face, burying the fear with the thundering of his heart. "We are students at Yuuei and minors, we cannot s-speak to the press with permission. You are blocking our way inside and we must get to class. Please move."
Several of the reporters and cameramen traded offended looks and opened their mouths, only for a haggard voice to cut across the next wave. "He's right. Clear out before I call the police for harassment of minors, now." Aizawa's eyes didn't glow, but it was a close thing. The press divided into a corridor leading to the gates, and 1-A hurried towards their homeroom teacher, eyeing the walls of people like they'd close in on them at any second.
Just as Aizawa turned and crossed through after the last student, some enterprising reporter tried to follow after, only for an alarm to blare and steel pillars more than a foot thick to erupt from the ground with a screech, cutting off the outside world.
Red eyes glared at them through the gaps in the steel, brows furrowed into a deadly scowl. "Congratulations, idiots, on officially reaching the breaking point with my patience. We have all of your names, we know all of your faces. Expect your offices to receive several fines for violating property laws. Now…fly away, you vultures, before I get angry." Law thus laid down, he turned on his heel and stalked off after his class.
In the murmuring crowd, red eyes glared at the steel barrier barring the entrance to Yuuei, fingers hidden in a pocket twitching in anticipation.
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"Now that you're all seated, it is time for an important event," Aizawa uttered, tired eyes harshly sweeping the suddenly-nervous students. Last time he had made such an announcement, one of their classmates had been expelled. Most could only fear what kind of task such a fearsome teacher had cooked up from the depths of his depraved and probably over-caffeinated mind!
"…Picking a Class Representative."
The class slumped. It was such a normal thing!
"I volunteer to be Class Representative!" Iida immediately called, thrusting a hand into the air like a spear. "I would represent this class with-!"
"-stiff and unnatural arm movements!" Mina cut in, her own hand up. "Sorry, Iidaten, but a class rep should be a person, not a robot! I wanna do it!"
There were many calls from the other students, all wanting the job. Izuku sat back at his desk, trying to wait out the noise when someone tapped his shoulder.
Keqing leaned in to quietly ask, "What exactly is a 'class representative?'" She stumbled over the second word in the title, but only barely.
"It's a student who helps plan class outings or out of class activities, usually with a Vice Representative, and sometimes bigger things with other classes and their representatives," he replied, "It's mostly basic budgeting and scheduling."
The Chinese girl squinted in thought. "That sounds-"
Katsuki stamped her foot on her desk, standing above the other students. "If anyone should represent all you Extras, it should be me!" She bellowed, thumbing her chest.
"-very boring," Keqing finished.
"It usually is," he nodded, glancing around and noticing that the situation had yet to burn itself out. "Ahem," he cleared his throat, but it was lost in the din. Frowning, he coated his hand in glass and sharply snapped his fingers. "Ahem!"
"Ah! Ow!" Kyouka yelped, grabbing her jacks.
"Sorry," Izuku muttered, before raising a hand, "I would submit that we all vote for whom we think will do the best job, as that would represent the will of the class as a whole."
"Yes! Democracy!" Iida sharply agreed, stiffly adjusting his glasses. "Aizawa-sensei, is that an acceptable method for determining the Class Representative?!"
Eraserhead glared at them from within his sleeping bag, eyes peeking out of the gap in the zipper. "I don't care, as long as you do it quickly and quietly."
"Then I volunteer to collect and count the votes!" The speedster called. And since he was fast, no one disagreed.
Within minutes, the students had written names on scraps of paper, handed them to Iida who then went up front, wrote every name on the board, then swiftly counted the votes. In the end it wasn't even close.
Midoriya Izuku - Seven votes
Yaoyorozu Momo - Three votes
Everyone else had either no votes or one. "That's it, Midoriya is the Class Representative, Yaoyorozu is Vice, congratulations," Aizawa grumped, standing up at the lectern. "Now that it's out of the way, onto more important things…"
Izuku frowned, resisting the urge to voice his discontent. Why'd anyone vote for me? I don't even want the damn thing! He looked back at Momo, their eyes meeting. They shared and turned back to the lesson. Guess I'll just have to do my best, then. Maybe I can swap with Momo?
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Lunch had come around and now the students were chowing down on Lunch Rush's delicious meals while discussing the events of the day.
"While I am disappointed I did not receive any votes, I am confident Midoriya-kun and Yaoyorozu-kun will represent 1-A with distinction!" Iida voiced in between bites of food.
"I thought you would've gotten more, Iida-kun!" Ochako said cheerfully, "I mean, you're definitely suited for it! You've got glasses and everything!"
There was a second of stunned silence before swiftly moving on. "Wait, you didn't get any votes, which means you didn't vote for yourself…" Himiko pointed out.
"Of course not, I voted for Midoriya-kun," the speedster said simply, "I felt he would be the best choice."
Izuku blinked. "I appreciate the confidence, Iida-kun," he muttered, rubbing his chin and glancing curiously down the table. "If you don't mind me asking, who else voted for me?"
Himiko at his right nudged his side with a grin. "I did," she affirmed.
Ochako at his left blushed and nodded. "Me too."
"When I thought about it, I didn't wanna do it, so I voted for you," Mina commented.
"Same!" Toru chirped.
"I thought you'd be good at it, bro!" Sero added from further down the table with thumbs up, and Sato nodded in agreement.
The blood drinker counted out the students who had spoken up. "-and that's seven," she noted, turning a curious look on her lover. "Who'd you vote for, Zuku?"
He nodded at the girl sitting across from him, elegantly eating her lunch. "Momo-san," he answered, "She's intelligent and very good at retaining information, I figured she would be the best for the job."
"I agree, which is why I also voted for her," Keqing chimed in.
Momo, her cheeks pink, smiled beatifically at them. "Thank you, both of you," she nodded to them, "I have experience in a representative role, so I figured I could put it to use for our class, hence why I voted for myself. I look forward to working together, Midoriya-kun."
"As do I," Izuku smiled at her, recalling his thoughts after being elected, "Although-"
Suddenly, an alarm split the air. "SECURITY BREACH, LEVEL THREE!" An electronic voice shouted over the PA system. "ALL TEACHERS, REPORT TO THE MAIN GATE! ALL STUDENTS, EVACUATE TO DESIGNATED EVACUATION ZONES! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! REPEAT, ALL TEACHERS-!"
There was a moment of stunned silence. Then the room erupted into chaos, shouts and screams of panic filling the air as students rushed for the doors, completely ignoring the instructions.
"1-A, together!" Izuku called, snatching at the arm of an older student. "What does level three mean?!"
"It means someone made it past the main gate!" The student shrilled, eyes wide, "I've never heard of this happening before, I gotta get out of here!" Tugging his arm out of Izuku's grip, he ran for the quickly-forming scrum around the cafeteria doors.
Despite their best efforts, 1-A was being slowly but inexorably drawn to the mass of bodies. Iida managed to stay on the fringes, but ended up pressed against the glass, letting him see outside. Doing so, he found that the crowd of reporters from earlier in the day were running across Yuuei grounds, but there were no signs of Villains; besides the vultures that were the media, anyhow. "It's the Press!" He tried to shout over the din, "It's just the Press!"
"What?!" Izuku called.
"It's the Press-mmm!" The speedster shouted back before his face was mashed against the glass.
All this panic over the Press? Izuku wondered, gazing incredulously over the Heroes-in-training, panicking and screaming like there was lava encroaching on them. "Ah!" He heard from behind. Whipping around, he quickly counted heads and found that one was missing; Toru. Then he looked deeper and found her: under the feet of several other students, unable or unwilling to see the floating uniform in their panic.
Finding Kyouka, he grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her gaze to his. "Cover your ears," he growled, waiting for her to nod before he covered his hands in glass, pulled them back, then clapped them together.
The sound struck like physical force, striking through air as rolling thunder. The windows rattled and the students instinctively ducked, then looked towards the source.
"Enough!" Izuku barked, making them jump. Turning on his heel, he shouldered through the students and bent to gently haul Toru to her feet, brushing her down and making sure she was steady. He swept his eyes over the gathered students and several of them quailed at the nearly-luminescent fury in his gaze. "Are you students at the foremost Hero Academy in the world?" He asked, and despite the low, almost gentle volume, it carried almost physical weight, pressing down on them. "Or are you children, screaming and crying at every loud noise?"
A student in his year opened his mouth to deny the rebuke, but Izuku fixed him with the full weight of his stare, and the student mumbled something as he ducked his head.
"If you hadn't been panicking, you would've heard that the alarm was given because of the Press breaking into school grounds," he said calmly, daring anyone else to speak up. "You will calmly exit the cafeteria and head to the evacuation points while the teachers handle the situation. No more pushing, no more shoving, no more trampling the other students." He pointed at the doors. "Go."
As the other students began to file out, with a marked decrease of screaming and panic, the earthbender turned back to the invisible girl. "You alright, Toru-chan? Do you need to see the nurse?" He asked gently, resisting the urge to look her over for injuries given that she was, in fact, invisible.
"No, I don't think so," she replied, invisible hands feeling invisible skin, "Just got kicked a couple times, no one stepped on me…it was close, though."
"If you're sure," Izuku said, patting her shoulder and looking towards the class. "Come on, let's head outside. Hopefully Aizawa doesn't kill any of them and we can get back to class soon."
As they made to leave, Toru stumbled. "Oh, ah!" She gasped theatrically, grabbing onto Izuku's sleeve, "I think someone stepped on my leg! Can you carry me, Izukun?" They couldn't see it, but they could almost hear her fluttering her eyelashes.
"Of course," he swiftly swept her up into his arms, bearing a worried mien. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the nurse?"
"No, no, I think it's just gonna bruise," she quickly reassured him, leaning against his shoulder.
Behind him, Himiko was grinning as other girls traded incredulous looks.
As they left, Izuku looked out through the cafeteria windows, an odd prickling on the back of his neck. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help the feeling that something important had just happened…he just couldn't figure out what.
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"Unless they're into that, of course, but not literally. And if you're good with seasonings and rubbing, then of course you'll find someone to eat with, not so much with the tenderizing. As they say, 'it's the poor cook who beats his meat and dines alone.' What does this have to do with resting, you might ask? TAKE A WILD FUCKING GUESS.
Lay up, and get laid. Work hard, play hard baby! The sharpest knife can pierce an enemy's ribs just as well as it can cut the clothes off of a fine lover!
Also, food."
-Serration, Chapter 12.
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A/N: IT'S.
FINALLY.
HERE!
*Confetti*
Good fuckin' god, it's been so long! Fuckin' hell, just saying 'the chapter's done!' to myself just released months of tension.
NS: Is a good feeling to be sure, especially when it means you get to work on something else that you're looking forward to.
…I think I need a nap. Maybe a shower.
Not gonna lie to you, last time I updated, shit was not going well for me. I'd been jobless for near ten months, very behind on rent and very close to getting kicked out of my home. So, when I finally found a job, a good one that I know how to do, I chose to focus on doing it to the best of my ability so that I could make up for the deficit and finally start saving again. Good news is, it was supposed to be a receptionist job. Then it got upgraded to office assistant, both temporary positions. And now, it's permanent as far as I can tell.
Ya boi's got a career now.
Still not exactly rolling in cash, but I managed to pay back what I owe and started saving up. Now that I'm not getting threatened to get booted, I finally felt like actually writing again.
Not to say I wasn't writing while I was working, I was just so focused on it that it was a struggle to divide my attention. I picked away at it when I had time, and now that the season's slowed down, I could give it my full attention.
And then of course the next hurdle was just that I wanted to skip to the USJ so damn bad I'd stop writing this chapter so I could fantasize about what would happen next chapter. A very literal 'cart before the horse' issue there.
But…finally, I have returned and I bring with me a shitload of character interactions and sexy stuff. Enjoy it. There was originally going to be more, but it was cut for time. Thank NSG for that.
NS: Ya welcome.
And now, finally…up next, the USJ. I've been literally dreaming about this next chapter since I first got the idea for this story, and I can't fuggin' wait to write it and for all of you to read it. I already have the next document open so I can start as soon as I finish these notes.
In fact…how about a little teaser?
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"It's time for you Baby Heroes to get buried-!" The bulky man shouted, stamping on the ground, loose rocks swirling together around his form until he was covered in stone armor and nearly twelve feet tall and half as wide. "-in a Rockalanche!"
Izuku's eyes narrowed and he threw himself down the rocky hill in a slide, rock bleeding into liquid to crawl up his body, wrapping himself in the dense stone of his Full Armor. Shaping the field around his feet, he sped over the rock like it was greased. Rockalanche, if that was what he called himself, brought his bulky, rock covered fists over his head, but he was too slow.
Izuku planted his feet and launched himself like a bullet, spear-tackling the villain out of his rock armor and carrying him into the air, leaving a dust trail like rocket smoke. Then he began to spin and together they crashed into the ground before the crowd of Villains. Barely stopping, Izuku leapt to his feet, leaving the villain buried head-first in the ground, only his legs sticking up.
His Full Armored form stood before the Villains, eyeless helmet boring into them. "Listen well," his voice rumbled like the warning earthquake before the shifting of tectonic plates, "Leave. Now." His fists crashed together, clapping like thunder before he held up a finger. "This is your only warning. Run as fast and as far from here as you can…" The cracking of his knuckles rang like the retort of cannon fire, and he jacked a thumb at the legs next to him, "Or I'll Bury You."
The Villains traded looks, some sweating at the display of strength, then a weasel-y looking woman stepped forward with a sneer. "Nice try, Baby Hero! Try the threats when your balls have dropped!" Her words were followed by jeers and threats.
Izuku sighed, lowering himself into a fighting stance. His eyes snapped open underneath his helmet, glowing with rage building inside of him, subtle sparks of green lightning dancing along his armor. "…So be it."
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