Izuku barely heard the bell ring as he punched the punching bag, trying to build up the strength in his arms to help decrease the damage of when he used his Quirk. He was getting better, but he still broke his bones 95% of the time. In all honesty, using his Quirk without breaking his bones was usually an accident. He still doesn't know how both his legs worked after he broke the vase the first time he met the Host Club.

Speaking of, Izuku was late. So very late. "Kacchan's going to kill me," he mumbled, running to an abandoned music room on the third floor. When he opened the door, he was in a fairytale.

Are you seeing this, All Might? This was the club I was forced to join.

"I could be wrong," Izuku approached the subject carefully, "But my calendar says we're no longer in the Medieval Ages."

"I don't give a fuck what your shitty calender says, Deku," Kacchan growled. "If I want it to be Medieval Times, then it's fucking Medieval Times! Now go change." Kacchan threw a bag at Izuku, and the small boy stumbled as he caught it. Looking inside, he found a what seemed to be a commoner's outfit.

"Why am I a peasant when the rest of you are either Royalty or Knights?" Izuku asked, peering up at the Host Club members. Kacchan's outfit made sense, considering he's known as the Host Club's King. Iida, Kirishima, and Tetsutetsu where all Knights. Todoroki was a prince, and Tokoyami seemed to be the kingdom's wizard, yet Izuku was a peasant.

"Do you have a problem?" Asked Iida. "Please do remember you owe us 8 million yen, so it does seem fitting for you to be a peasant rather than royalty." Izuku flinched at the memory of his body crashing into the vase.

"I guess I'll go change," Izuku clutched the bag to his chest as he slumped over to the changing rooms.

Only those with exceptional Quirks and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time at the elite, private academy, UA High School. The Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Think of it as UA High School's elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful.

The Host Club members are some of the top students in their class, all with more than exceptional Quirks. Katsuki Bakugou, also known as Kacchan by some of the other members of the Host Club, is the Host Club's explosive president, or King as he would prefer. His Quirk allows his palms to sweat Nitroglycerin, which he can blow up on command.

Tenya Iida, the Vice President, and business manager, is also the President of Class 1-A. His Quirk, Engine, allows him to run at top speed thanks to his legs being almost literal engines.

Fumikage Tokoyami has the most popular Quirk out of the Host Club, possibly because it has a personality all of its own. Dark Shadow is a shadow-like being that Tokoyami hosts in his own body. Dark Shadows personality is manipulated by light, with him becoming fiercer and harder for Tokoyami to control in the dark, but weak and submissive in the light. Tokoyami usually entertains his guests in a corner of the room that's been darkened to a perfect in between point.

Shouto Todoroki's personality is as cold as his Quirk, Half-Cold Half-Hot. With the right side of his body, Todoroki can drastically decrease temperatures, while with his left he can drastically increase the temperatures. He only ever seems to use his right side, however.

Eijirou Kirishima and Tetstutetsu Tetsutetsu have a bond as strong as their Quirk. Both the boys can harden their bodies, Kirishima's is almost rock-like while Tetsutetsu's is steel, and because of this they come in a pair. You'll hardly ever see one without the other, and if they aren't touching when they're together, the whole world seems to shift on its axis.

And finally, the newest member of the UA Host Club is Izuku Midoriya. He got into UA on a scholarship, a rarity all of its own. His Quirk is strong, and because of it he broke an 8 million yen vase, and is now indebted to the Host Club. He also happens to be the son of famous Pro Hero and UA Teacher, All Might, a secret only the members of the Host Club know.

These five boys spend their free time after school entertaining their guests in an abandoned music room on the third floor. Today, that room has transformed into a far away Kingdom.

"It's a shame, really," Kacchan said, a sigh escaping his lips. "Even though I'm the king of this kingdom, I'm still a slave to you, my dear." He grabbed his current guest by the chin, and stared into her eyes. The girl swooned, and Kacchan wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I still don't understand how this is the same person I see in class everyday," Izuku mumbled. Kacchan is usually angry, loud, and mean in class. He throws insult after insult at his classmates, but once he steps into the Host Club, it's almost as if he's someone new entirely.

"I almost forgot," The girl Kacchan was holding sat back down in her seat as he let go of her. "Next week, we'll be hosting a party to celebrate the Holidays."

"Oh no, a party," Izuku squeaked.

"What kind of party is it going to be?" One of Tetsutetsu and Kirishima's guests asked. "A formal one?"

"Oh yes," The boys replied at once.

"We've rented out the school's largest hall," Kirishima smiled. "Plenty of room for dancing."

"You'll save a dance for me, right Ei?" Tetsutetsu linked his fingers with Kirishima.

"You can have all the dances you want," Kirishima replied, gazing lovingly into Tetsutetsu's eyes. The girls at the table went wild.

"They seem even more excited than usual," Izuku noted as Todoroki's guests screached at something Izuku had missed.

"They tend to react like this when we show more skin than usual," Iida explained. "All of our outfits today were designed with that in mind."

"Is that why Kacchan doesn't have a shirt on?" Izuku asked, sneaking a glance at the King. Kacchan was just wearing a pair of baggy pants and a faux fur cape. His guests also happened to be the loudest.

"Exactly," Iida beamed.

"Did you come up with the idea, Iida?" Izuku asked.

"Oh no, Bakugou has all reign over this sort of thing," Iida waved his hands around dramatically. "He's very creative! He only looked at the fairy tale book I slipped on his desk once before deciding on this idea!"

"Well, I think this was a great idea," Izuku laughed, before heading over to his own table of ladies to entertain.

"How come you aren't royalty too, Izuku?" One of the ladies at Izuku's table asked.

"Well, a fairy tale needs a commoner too, doesn't it?" Izuku smiled brightly. "I'm ok with filling that role, because maybe one of you princesses will be able to help me become a prince." That got the desired effect, as they all screamed about how cute Izuku is.

"Man, he really is a natural, isn't he?" Kirishima noted.

"Probably helps that All Might is his father," Todoroki added.

"Your dad is a Pro Hero too," Kirishima pointed out. "And it still took you a bit to gain the popularity you have now."

"My father isn't exactly what I'd call a gentleman," Todoroki countered.

"Kid's a fucking natural," Kacchan joined their conversation. "He's stealing half of my customers."

"Including Jirou, it seems," Kirishima nodded his head towards a black hair girl with long earlobes approaching Izuku. The three boys leaned in to listen to their conversation.

"Excuse me, but I think it's time for the Hosts to change clients," Kyouka Jirou announced.

"Oh, yes, I guess it is," Izuku checked the clock.

"You're cuter than I thought," Jirou smiled. "You're my new fave host."

"What?!" Kacchan yelled from across the room.

"I can't take this anymore," Kacchan growled, glaring daggers at Izuku from his spot in the corner. "Now he's taking my fucking customers."

"Hey, Blasty McSplodes. You gonna keep sitting over there plotting Izuku's death, or are you actually gonna help us plan this party?" Kirishima asked.

"You really can't be that surprised," Todoroki said. "She's had the disease for a while now."

"Disease?! Am I going to get sick?" Izuku cried. He can't get sick, he has a test next week.

"No, this disease isn't contagious, don't worry!" Iida waved his arms around, "She has the Host Hopping Disease!"

"Also known as the 'never the same boy twice' disease," Kirishima interjected. "Usually, a girl picks a host, and sees them regularly, but Jirou tends to pick a favorite host, then she moves on in a week or so. Before you, Bakugou was her favorite." Kacchan's eyes flashed.

"That's it, Deku," Kacchan dramatically stood up, "I'm telling everyone you're a fucking girl, or something, and then you'll get no guests! And you won't fucking be stealing mine!"

"But, I'm not a girl," Izuku argued. "And I can pay off my debt a lot faster as a host than an errand boy." Kacchan growled, little explosions coming from his palms.

"Not to change the subject," Tetsutetsu interrupted. "But does Midoriya have any formal dancing experience? He'll need it for the party."

"Um, well, I, uh, don't really want to go to any parties, so if I could be excused," Izuku stammered. Kacchan's expression changed faster than Iida's top running speed.

"A gentleman, and therefore a Hero, should be able to dance, don't you think?" Kacchan's grin was villainous. "Deku! I order you to learn the waltz before the party next week! And if you don't, I'm demoting you back down to our errand boy."

"Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow. You're doing wonderful, Izuku!" Jirou smiled up at Izuku. "Remember to look at your partner, not your feet."

"R-right," Izuku looked up at Jirou, trying really hard not to step on her feet. After a while, they decided to take a break.

"Is that a new sound system?" Jirou pointed up at a speaker in the corner of the room. "It's got beautiful sound, is it a Sony?"

"You've got quite the ear!" Iida popped up out of nowhere. "That is, in fact, the latest of Sony's top sound system!"

"Do you know a lot about sound systems and stuff?" Izuku asked.

"Well, it does go along with my Quirk, right?" She smiled, and looked at the window. It had started storming while Izuku and Jirou practiced their dancing, and her face softened when she saw the lightning. Izuku thought she was about to cry, and opened his mouth to comfort her when a voice interrupted them.

"Hello? I've brought over some more stuff for the sound system," A blond boy with a black streak in his hair was carrying a large box into the music room.

"Kaminari, bro!" Kirishima flipped over the back of the couch he was sitting on. "What do you have for us today?"

"Well, I made a playlist for you guys, and I've brought some back up speakers, in case something happens to one of the others," The blond boy, Kaminari, said.

"Wow, you really know your stuff about sound systems, do you also have a sound related Quirk?" Izuku asked.

"Aw, c'mon Midoriya, Kaminari is in our class! You notice everyone's Quirks, but not his?" Kirishima wrapped an arm around Kaminari. "He's an electric type."

"You make me sound like a Pokemon," Kaminari grumbled. "But yeah, I can discharge insane amounts of electricity from my body, but I fry my brain and get stupid if I go over my wattage limit."

"You can't fry what you don't have," Came Jirou's voice. She was pointedly not looking at Kaminari. "And I don't really blame you for not knowing his Quirk, Izuku. He doesn't really look the same before and after."

"Um, yeah, I guess. Here's your stuff, anyways," Kaminari handed over the box to Kirishima.

"Man! I'm really going to miss you when you're in the States, bro," Kirishima playfully punched Kaminari in the shoulder. Izuku saw Jirou flinch out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm going to miss you too, dude," Kirishima said as a form of goodbye, before leaving.

"So, did you and Kaminari go to middle school together?" Izuku asked Jirou. The black haired girl jumped straight up.

"I don't know anyone named Kaminari, I don't know what you're talking about," Jirou ran out of the room faster than Iida at full speed.

"Dude, I don't know why she said that, those two have practically been engaged since birth," Kirishima shook his head. "She's been weird ever since we came to UA, though. First she was just meaner when making fun of him, but now she's full blown acting like she doesn't know him."

"Is it a Quirk marriage?" Asked Todoroki. At some point, the rest of the host club had gathered around Izuku and Kirishima.

"Nawh, more like, their families where friends and business partners," Kirishima explained. "They were practically joined at the hip until the start of this year. But Kaminari won't tell me what happened."

"Well, maybe she's upset because he's going to the States!" Izuku exclaimed.

"Ya know, Midoriya, I think you're right," Kirishima rubbed his chin in thought. "Now that I think of it, the only reason I know he's going to study abroad is because I found the application on his desk one day. Maybe he didn't even tell her at all."

A small grunt of laughter was heard from Kacchan. "Well, boys, you know what that means, right?" Everyone just stared at him. "As Heroes and as Hosts, our job is to make every person happy and safe. Therefore, Operation get Pikachu and Long Ears together is now commenced!"

Two weeks later, Izuku found himself in a stiff suit next to the rest of the Host Club members as the party was about to start. A man, who Izuku recognized as Class 1-A's homeroom teacher and Pro Hero Eraserhead, also known to the students as Mr. Aizawa, stood in front of them, also in a suit and his usual messy hair pulled back into a neat bun.

"I want no trouble from this party tonight," Aizawa drawled. "I'm going to be taking a nap in my office, so if you need me…"

"We'll come straight to you if there's a problem!" Iida pronounced. Aizawa just hummed before walking away.

"Why was Mr. Aizawa here?" Izuku asked.

"He's the faculty advisor, dumbshit," Kacchan growled.

"I didn't even know we had one," Izuku muttered.

"Well of fucking course we do, shitting fucking Deku!" Kacchan was angrier than usual. His eyes flared and his palms burst in tiny explosions. "We're a motherfucking club, all clubs need a faculty advisor, you fucking idiot."

"Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense…" Izuku mumbled.

"Bakugou, put the explosions away, we're about to open the door," Todoroki chastised. "We don't need you blowing up the room before the party even begins." Kacchan just mumbled a bit, before closing his eyes and calming down. The doors opened, and Kacchan was back to his Host self.

"It's so good to see you, my beautiful princesses. The UA Host Club would like to say, welcome," All the hosts bowed at the end of Kacchan's sentence. The crowd applauded.

"As always, the Host Club is here for your entertainment," Todoroki continued. "So please, dance to your heart's content with any one of us as you please."

"Based on her dancing skills," Tokoyami took over the introduction, "One of you lovely ladies will be chosen as tonight's Queen of the Ball. Your reward?"

"A kiss on the cheek from me, the king." Kacchan grinned, and sent fireworks from his palms. The crowd went wild with excitement. "Good luck," he winked.

Izuku stared at the crowd in fear as he watched some of the ladies swoon, and faint, just from the words coming from Kacchan.

"C'mon, Midoriya!" Kirishima and Tetsutetsu said in unison. "You gotta be more enthusiastic!"
"Sorry, guys, but I've never really been to anything but the festivals held in my neighborhood. A party like this is all new to me," Izuku smiled sheepishly.

"Don't you worry, Midoriya, the food here will be much better than those at a festival!" Iida waved his hands around in his usual manner. "We have quite the spread!"

"Spread?" Izuku looked up at him in wonder. "Do you have fancy tuna?!" Every member of the Host Club had a look of pity in their eyes when they heard Izuku.

"Iida," Kacchan barked. "Get some fancy tuna here for Deku!"

"You poor thing!" Dark Shadow wrapped himself around Izuku.

These damn rich people, Izuku thought to himself.

The party was in full swing, and Izuku stood against a wall, observing all the dancers, when Jirou approached him.

"Izuku?" She caught his attention. "Would you like to see how well my dancing instructions have paid off?"

"Sure!" Izuku nodded, taking her hand.

From across the room, the rest of the Host Club noticed her arrival.

"She's here," Tokoyami stated.

"Alright, men. Time to move forward in our mission," Kacchan smiled down at his dance partner. "I'm sorry, beautiful, but even though it saddens me deeply, I must take my leave for only a short while."

"Oh, that's ok," the girl said, "I'm just glad I got to dance with you."

"When I return, save me the next dance," Kacchan bowed, before taking his leave. Iida saw him leave, and ran at full speed out of the room, grabbing Izuku on his way out.

"Are we sure this is going to work?" Tetsutetsu was asking when Izuku and Kacchan entered the room. "I mean, he still looks pretty recognizable."

"Why does it have to be me, anyways?" Came Kacchan's voice from where Todoroki was trying to put makeup on him. "Deku looks more like a girl than I do."

"We just thought it'd be fun to dress you up!" Kirishima and Tetsutetsu grinned almost identical grins.

"He is right," Todoroki put the makeup brush down. "This isn't going to work."

He moved out of the way, and when Izuku saw Kacchan, he immediately covered his mouth with his hand. What he saw was probably one of the funniest things he's ever seen, but he didn't have a death wish, so he really did not want to laugh.

"Something funny, Deku?" Kacchan asked. Apparently, Izuku failed at the whole not laughing thing.

"Nothing, nothing at all Kacchan!" Izuku squeaked, still giggling.

"That's it, I'm not fucking doing this," Kacchan ripped the long dark wig off his head. "Deku, you can be the girl. I'm going back out to the party. And be quick, our guests are waiting." Before he had a chance to protest, Izuku was being pushed into the chair, and Todoroki was starting in on his makeup.

All in all, the whole process of turning Izuku into a girl took 20 minutes, but that was still too long for Kacchan.

"Will you hurry the fuck up? I told you to get this done as soon as-" Kacchan stopped in the middle of his sentence as soon as he laid eyes on Izuku.

Izuku was wearing a green dress that went down to his mid calves, and the wig Kacchan had thrown was on his head. Todoroki was pretty decent at makeup, and had somehow made Izuku's eyes bigger and greener than they were before. He was beautiful, and Kacchan didn't understand any of it.

"Just, hurry the fuck up," he muttered, before slamming the door.

"Well, wish me luck!" Izuku smiled at the Host Club boys, who all gave him a thumbs up.

Izuku opened the door to his homeroom class, Kaminari already waiting for him.

"Huh?" The electric boy asked. "You wrote this letter?"

"Letter?" Izuku mumbled. Kaminari handed him the letter, and he groaned allowed when he read it.

I'm so in love with you! I've never been more in love before! Everytime I think of you, my heart crackles with your electricity! I want to feel your Quirk while I hold you in my arms! You might even have to use it to resuscitate me after my heart stops from how much I love you!

Izuku stared at the letter in horror, concluding that this was probably the work of Kirishima, Iida, and possibly even Dark Shadow.

"You know, Midoriya, but that disguise really work," Kaminari stated bluntly. Izuku trembled at the words.

"What, I'm not Midoriya, ha ha, I'm a girl from the general studies course," he rambled on.

"Well, girl from general studies, I'm sorry to say, but I don't return your feelings," Kaminari scratched the back of his head. "In fact, I'm already in love with someone else."

"Oh," Izuku tried his hardest to sound disappointed. "I thought you were single."

"Well, uh, she's not my girlfriend or anything," Kaminari laughed. "I don't think she really would want to be my girlfriend, anyways, considering she's been acting like she doesn't know me lately. She'd probably be happier with someone else, anyways. Someone who had better control over their damn Quirk."

Meanwhile, Kirishima was leading Jirou towards the classroom.

"Where are you taking me?" Jirou asked, cautious.

"You know, switching Hosts every couple of weeks to grab his attention isn't really working, is it?" Kirishima dropped her hand. "I've got you figured out, Jirou. I know you love him. You do always look the happiest watching the lighting during a thunderstorm."

Jirou gasped, a memory coming to her.

"Kyouka, Kyouka, my Quirk manifested, look how cool!" A young Kaminari let out a small discharge of electricity. A young Jirou watched him in wonder.

"Wow, Denki! I wish my Quirk was as cool as yours!" She marveled at the other boy as he sent out another small discharge.

"You've got a cool Quirk, too, Kyouka! You can hear stuff I can't! And you can break stuff just with your heartbeat! Someday, we're going to be Heroes, and then we're going to get married, 'kay?" Kaminari held out his hand. Jirou smiled as she took both his hand and his promise.

"It doesn't matter," Jirou shook her head. "He never notices me anymore, anyways, and he's going off to America soon. It's better this way."

"That's why I decided to apply to study abroad," Kaminari looked out the window. "I want to learn how to control my Quirk better, and America has some of the best schools for it. I know it's selfish, but I can't help but hope she'll wait for me. Wait for me to come back stronger."

"You're right," Izuku said bluntly. "That is selfish. You can't expect her to wait for you when she doesn't even know how you feel."

The door behind Izuku opened, and Kaminari went still when he saw who had interrupted them.

"I'm sorry," Jirou's voice was small, she sounded as though she was on the verge of tears. "I didn't mean to interrupt you two." She turned around, and ran back down the hall.

"Don't just stand here, go after her!" Izuku urged. Kaminari just nodded, and ran after Jirou, yelling her name. Izuku sighed, and went back to change out of this itchy wig.

"It looked like we just made matters worse," Izuku grumbled, wiping the makeup off his face.

"He did go running after her though, right?" Kirishima asked from his position perched on top of the vanity. "Man, that's so manly of him!"

"Hey, idiots, lets go, we need to make one final appearance, hurry the fuck up in there!" Kacchan yelled through the door. Izuku sighed for the millionth time that night, and put down the makeup remover wipe he was using. He exited the room with Kirishima, and followed them out to the balcony.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Kacchan's voice floated out through the new speakers. "I would like to announce that tonight's final dance goes to, this couple." Everyone clapped.

"Oh, how sweet, I just love young love!" A booming voice came from behind Izuku.

"Dad, I mean All Might!" Izuku jumped. "What are you doing here?"

"Your friends invited me!" All Might smiled. Music started playing, and Izuku turned his attention back to Kaminari and Jirou, who were dancing.

"You know, I was surprised when young Kaminari rescinded his application to study abroad," All Might stated. "He would've had the chance to study at one of the finest schools America had to offer!"

"He what?" Bakugou growled. "That idio-"

"And now we'd like to announce to Queen of the ball!" Iida's voice covered Kacchan's impending rant. "Miss Jirou Kyouka!"

"Izuku Midoriya will be standing in place of Bakugou for the kiss," Todoroki announced. Kacchan's eyes flared in anger.

"What, k-kiss?" Izuku stammered.

"Do this, and we'll cut your debt by ⅓," Tokoyami said.

"Well, if it's only on the cheek," Izuku nodded to himself, and started on his way down the stairs.

"Oh no you don't, Deku, that's my job!" Kacchan raged, before slipping on some ice on the steps, causing him to push Izuku, who's lips clashed with Jirou's. His face immediately went red.

"You don't think that was his first kiss, do you?" Kirishima asked, then ducked out of the way of one of Kacchan's explosions.

I never thought I'd give my first kiss to a girl, Izuku thought to himself.