Mobilizing The Troops


Izuku had cooked a breakfast consisting of omurice and a side plate of cooked vegetables. He smirked at Shantae, who he had caught staring at his ass as he used her stove.

He set both plates on the table, right next to each other. Shantae reached over for one, but Izuku gently caught her hand and motioned to his lap. Getting the hint she happily got out of her own chair and practically bounced up to him. She turned around, making sure he got a good look at her rear, before plopping down into his lap.

She giggled when Izuku offered her a spoonful of rice, "ahh~" and happily ate it. She then offered him a bite of her egg in a cycle that continued until both plates were clean.

After they washed their plates, Shantae decided it was time for her to take the lead.

She put on her best demure look and took Izuku by the hand. She was gonna lead him to the bathroom to bath each other.

She took advantage of her belly-dancing lessons to sway her hips as she led Izuku to the bathroom.

Or tried to, as the soreness in her general lower half began to act up again.


Izuku hummed with a smile on his face as he scrubbed Shantae's back with a very soapy luffa. He knew it was a little childish, but he loved bathing the most when there were a lot of bubbles. Shantae had her eyes closed and was humming the same tune in pleasure, feeling more relaxed than she ever had before. He reached around with his right hand and tweaked her chest lightly, just for fun. Shantae squeaked a little in surprise, but just let him do as he pleased.

"It feels so good to clean up after getting so messy, doesn't it?" Izuku playfully questioned while tweaking her right nipple.

"Yeah~, it does~" Shantae sighed in pleasure, but then a thought occurred to her; "Wait, Izuku... Did you go to the store without showering first?"

Izuku was confused by this question," Yeah, why?" "Why?!" Shantae was scandalized, "That means you walked to the store and back to my apartment smelling like sex!"

"Oh, I guess I didn't think about it," He shrugged it off and finished scrubbing her back. He then lathered up his left hand with body wash and reached between her legs. Her next protest melted into a loud moan. He massaged the area and her inner thighs, working out the soreness with a technique he had honed from many, many encounters.

Shantae was flushed and panting at this point, but refused to give in (not that Izuku was trying anything in particular, he just knew from the way she walked earlier that she was sore) and tried to steady her breathing when he finally pulled away.

Shantae shot him a dirty look. She had plans to take the reigns and not only had he cut those plans down, he completely disregarded her concerns.

Deciding to put her foot down, she got up and pushed Izuku off his stool with her foot. She knew he wouldn't be hurt, she learned from her failed attempts to give him a hickey last night that he was exceptionally durable.

She kneeled next to him and announced; "I'm taking charge now" in a tone that left no room for argument.


Izuku was heading to a local drug store to pick up make up for Shantae. She was upset, and gave the cutest pout ever, when despites her best efforts she could not give him any lovebites like the one's he had given her. She had demanded that he repay her by getting her something to cover her neck.

He chuckled at the memory. He could still see her puffed out cheek as she glared at him half-heartedly.

He was broken from his thoughts when he heard some whispering as he passed by a group of girls sitting at a café table. They consisted of a girl with green skin and hair and a tattoo of stitches wrapped around her left thigh and right arm. She wore a purple tank-top and blue shorts. The second girl had pale purple skin and long,dark purple hair like Shantae's. She wore baggy purple pants and a skull t-shirt with the eyes over her breasts, accentuating them. The third girl had blonde hair and tan skin. She wore white jeans and a shirt that looked like a blue and purple tube-top.

All three were talking about him; "I swear that I saw him and Shantae enter her apartment last night and he didn't leave until morning. The entire time they were going at it like animals," the green girl whispered to the others, "I thought Shantae was going to die when she was still screaming at 4am,". This prompted a blush from the blonde and a scowl from the purple girl. "There is no way she hooked up with that hottie from the news," The purple girl half-yelled.

Izuku didn't hear the rest as he had walked too far past them for even his hearing. He couldn't fight the grin that formed on his face though; so those were the friends she had talked about.

He wondered if Shantae was just talking dirty, or if she was serious about inviting them to join next time.


Izuku was panting and sweating to the point he shone as he cleaned scrap off the beach. He had stripped out of his outer clothes, leaving him in just his black bike shorts and glove. He had heard about this place after a week of being back in his hometown and wanted to see what he could do. He had talked to a few officials and used his connections to speed up the process, but it wasn't hard as the city was all for the idea of someone cleaning up that eyesore. Showing his troops helped when he explained how coordinated they could be.

So here he was a month in to his visit and hauling an old refrigerator into a pickup truck. He had managed to clean up a small portion of the beach, using his quirk to clean even the smallest debris. He estimated it would take eight months to revert the beach to its natural state, but he thought it was great exercise and he was going to be spending a lot of time in Musutafu anyway.

'So mom... I was thinking about things. I made a few calls to my friends and they understood my reasons. I decided I wanted to move back here for high school. It's been a long time and I miss living with you.'

Izuku smiled fondly at that memory: his mother lit up like it was New Year's and hugged him hard enough that he actually hurt a little; a serious accomplishment.

He pondered which school to go to; he wanted to go somewhere well respected and with a good business program. He thought being a lawyer could be helpful for his friends, especially since Giorno took over the mafia.

Out of the corner of his eye, Izuku saw a familiar bright yellow hairstyle.


Toshinori had finally found him...

Toshinori was horribly ashamed that the villain had gotten away in the first place, and even more ashamed that he had let his time limit stop him from intervening. He realized that he had let his time limit hold him back; allowing it an even greater power over himself.

He contemplated what this meant for the world, when the symbol of peace let his fears control him. He knew he needed to find a successor so he that someone new could bring hope to the populace. He found a lead a few days after the slime villain incident when he read the full police report: the very boy who had stopped the slime villain. All Might was amazed that a minor had succeeded so decisively where pro heroes had failed. The boy was odd, but he showed a very strong quirk and a calculating mind: inferring the villain's weakness in a matter of seconds to incapacitate him and free the hostage. All Might and many others were further impressed that he managed to provide emergency first aid to the hostage, most likely saving his life. What really sold him on his decision was the boy's refusal of media attention; showing a very humble nature. When he learned that a teen matching the boy's description had taken it upon himself to clean Dagobah beach, he knew he had to meet this child in person.

So here he was approaching the boy as he finished placing an old washing machine next to a refrigerator in the bed of a pickup truck.

When the boy looked at him he saw recognition in the boys green eyes,

and heard the boy say "You cannot be serious," in an annoyed voice.


'you cannot be serious'

Izuku thought to himself with a 'done' look on his face, unaware he had also said it aloud. However, before he could say anything rude, he saw the man under the hairstyle, and reasoned that he was just an All Might fan. Immediately he put on a friendly smile and greeted the man, "Hello, my name is Izuku Midoriya, can I help you sir?"

"Hello, my name is Toshinori Yagi, and I wanted to meet the person who finally decided to do something about this beach, but I have a feeling you already know me somehow," Toshinori introduced himself to Izuku.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a moment," Izuku apologized. This gave Toshinori pause, could the boy mean he had thought he was his All Might persona. If that was the case, why did this boy seem unhappy to see him?

"Well anyway, I've just been cleaning the beach because someone had to do it and it seemed like good exercise. I'm honestly surprised no one else decided to do this."

Toshinori was surprised by the boy's reasoning; he could just make it public he was doing this with government permission and garner a huge amount of goodwill, especially with the locals. But then again, the boy refused to be interviewed when he stopped the slime villain. He was obviously humble despite his eye-catching attire. Toshinori decided to prod for more about the teen's personality.

"Well, you think rather nobly young man. Have you ever considered becoming a hero?" The question would not raise any questions in today's age, with heroism being the most sought after career. He hoped the boy was considering it; the good he could do, the people he could inspire.

This proved to be an unfortunate question, however. Izuku's face immediately darkened, and he took on a far less friendly tone. "Oh, you're a recruiter, aren't you?" Izuku now regarded the man like one regards a mosquito: a dreadful annoyance.

You just want to get in good with the next 'big hero' so you can profit off his showboating," Izuku declared with contempt for the man in front of him.

"The heroics business is just some excuse for men to go around bragging that their quirk is better and women to turn into sex symbols that teach young girls to act like skanks. Look man, I don't want to be one of those jackasses who gets his dick sucked by the media for keeping the peace in some well-off neighborhood," Izuku bluntly told Toshinori off.

Toshinori could just look at him with a blank look on his face, too stunned to speak. While Toshinori tried and failed to think of something to respond to that with, Izuku looked curiously at something behind All Might.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he barely noticed Izuku smile and wink at someone behind him, and he just barely caught the feminine giggles from behind him. All Might turned his head just enough to make out three feminine shapes. Before he could turn fully to get a better look, Izuku restarted his lecture.

"I don't need hoards of people praising me for having a strong quirk and being a decent human being. I could save others just fine as a police officer, being just as effective and with none of the ego. I've met pro heroes before, and I've been very disappointed with what I saw. There are pros who use their own family as pawns, those that flaunt themselves like it's a fetish, and those too far up their own ass to realise their quirks are not infallible.

"I've seen what having these people as role models have done to society. I've seen elementary schoolers slut shaming teenagers for being attractive, young kids throw their quirks around like toys and kids become sociopaths because everyone was so busy kissing their asses for having a strong quirk that they didn't do jack-shit to fix their attitudes," Izuku continued to fulminate against the hero system and its effects on society.

Suddenly, a large pile of scrap adjacent to the two shifted, causing a large engine block to fall. The heavy chunk of scrap metal came barreling down towards the seemingly unsuspecting Izuku's head. Faster than even Toshinori could react, Izuku declared a name that gave Toshinori pause; "Bad Company #10"

Before Toshinori's very eyes a whole company composed of tiny soldiers appeared in a circle around Izuku. Each one was garbed in a gren American army uniform and green helmets. Their skin was banded white, like they were wrapped in bandages. Each ones face was odd, with slots for mouths and yes covered by their helmets. By his count, there must have been 150 of them, and they all fired up at the engine block with assault rifles, LMGs and even a few rocket and grenade launchers. The emaciated man stared with dropped jaw as their combined power slowed the engine until it stopped mid-air, before shredding the engine block into a rain of fine, metallic sand, barring a fist sized chunk that he saw the boy catch in one hand.

Toshinori felt his heart near stop in shock at what he had seen, 'I-incredible, he just summoned all those beings in a split second and they completely stopped and shredded that engine block. One of those things weighs about 158 kilograms and they stopped it cold with their fire. Each one of those things can't be bigger than 15cm tall, how can they be that powerful? His speech, if he truly holds those opinions of the way the world works... what happened in his life? He talks like he's quirkless.

Toshinori composed himself as best he could, helped by Izuku dispelling the miniature army after one with a blue helmet saluted him. He didn't know what to say now. He had come here to see a prospective new hero and possible successor, but this boy before him held only contempt for the concept of pro-heroism. "What- what are your plans then? If you don't want to be a hero, what career have you considered?" Was the only thing Toshinori could think to ask. This boy had so much potential, what would he do with it?

Izuku got a thoughtful look on his face at that. " I want to have a more normal job where I can still help people, preferably those who have been dealt a bad hand. I could be a lawyer and aim to help the underprivileged or a cop to still stop bad guys. I don't have many aspirations: I just want to hang out with my friends, eat good food and enjoy the company of pretty women," he finished with a subtly perverted look, remembering the nights he spent with his new girlfriend Shantae and her friends... and a few random girls he had met since coming home. "I really love my girlfriend's company."

"Wait, didn't you just let some women flirt-?"

"I love her company, but we're not exclusive."

'...Wow...'

The green haired teen began to turn back to his work, so Toshinori said the first thing he could think of;

"If you really think that the heroics industry is corrupt, why not fix it yourself?" The freckled teen paused as he hefted a large truck tire. He turned back to face Toshinori with a cocked eye-brow.

The blonde skeleton grinned internally, having garnered the boy's attention, 'Now I just need to get him to think about being a hero. He's right, there are less than perfect heroes, but there are just as many humble ones that do good on a personal scale.' Toshinori thought to himself. "There are heroes who go out of their way to just set a good example for the next generation. Like Manual the simple hero, or Fourth Kind who does such little things as personally clean up litter. If you have a problem with the hero industry, you could change it. Its true that there are heroes who don't hold the ideal well, but that's not the case with all of them. If those with great quirks have as much say in the world as you believe, why not use the influence you would get as a hero to better society with examples?" Toshinori questioned Izuku, who had put the tire into the truck and given his full attention to Toshinori.

Izuku gave him an unreadable expression, before he saw the man who was in charge of driving the truck come back from wherever he was. It was time to turn in for the day.

Izuku turned his back on the thin man to go find his clothes, but called over his shoulder, "I'll think about what you said."

As he picked up his pants to put them back on, two girls came up to him holding pieces of paper. The taller one had light green hair and tan skin. She had a very voluptuous figure, with large breasts and wide hips. She wore an orange cap with a tiny skull on the front and an orange dress. She was nudging a shorter girl with brown hair forward. She was wearing a school uniform, but her most defining feature was an x-shaped scar over her face and her red eyes. She blushed madly as she handed Izuku the paper and mumbled something that Toshinori couldn't hear. He just gave her a friendly smile and leaned over and presenting his scarred left shoulder. The girl gave an adorable smile as she reached forward and touched it. Her friend gave a giggle and handed Izuku her own paper, before walking away and throwing Izuku a wink and a kiss over her shoulder.

Toshinori could only stare slack jawed once again, 'This kid... is Amazing'


Izuku pondered the idea the thin man had given him as he walked home.

He had been very narrow in his assessment of heroes, and the man had pointed that out. After all, he had ties to the mafia, but his group were some of the most just people he knew.

The heroes who did set a truly just example, were overshadowed by the powerful ones with less noble goals. Maybe he could do something about this.

As much as he thought the place was just a celebrity mill, if he went to Yuuei he would have a lot of options. 'I would also be able to stay with mom and see the ladies a lot.'

As he thought this he remembered the phone numbers in his pocket. The green haired girl was apparently named Cerebella, the brown haired girl had introduced herself as Carol, and her friend with the purple hair who hung back was named Filia.

'I should see about setting those two up. They would be so cute,' Izuku mused.

While Carol had given him her number, it was clear she had feelings for Filia. He thought about pursuing them both, but he could read people well enough to tell that Carol was leaning far more towards lesbian than actual bisexual, and that giving him her number had been her friends' idea to get her to be more confident.

Shaking thoughts of sex and romance from his mind, he fished out his key to open the apartment door, and opened it to find Shantae talking with his mother on the couch. "Hello Izuku/ hi honey," That's right, Izuku invited her over for dinner. 'I forgot about that.'

"Hi mom, Hi Shantae, I need to take a quick shower before I talk to you about something," He said peeling off his jacket as he walked to the bathroom, intent to talk about his possible enrollment in Yuuei academy.


*pant pant*

Izuku was almost done cleaning the beach, all he had to do was haul this decrepit garbage truck off. 'The irony of that statement.'

"Bad Company #7" Izuku declared as 4 separate groups of his soldiers appeared on each flank of the truck. What made each group different from #10 was that each group was accompanied by 4 tanks and two helicopters. With a snap of his fingers, each company fired on the truck; concentrating fire into a thin vertical line in the middle of each side. This continued for around a minute and a half until the truck gave a horrible shriek of twisting metal and fell into four pieces.

Deciding that the chunks were still too large, he directed the entirety of #7 to pick up a chunk of the truck and place it into the dump-truck he was provided.

It had taken him around nine months, but he had finally cleared the beach to perfection. Turning his head, he looked at the people who had started coming to the beach again. He saw a father with long hair and farmer's tan and beard throw a Frisbee to his curly haired son. He saw boy with dyed red hair build a sand castle with a pink girl with horns. His favorite scene was a couple consisting of a blonde woman with horns and a tail and a very lithe, red-head poking a crab with their white-haired daughter.

He also saw his own companions nearby: Shantae was in a red and white striped bikini clapping for him and her friends Sky and Risky wore blue and purple two-pieces respectively as they sunbathed on towels that matched their hair colors.

Rotty threw a beach ball to a few local kids, the boys too focused on her yellow bikini to catch it.

Cerebella was pretty much flaunting herself in an orange, backless one-piece, and Carol and Filia were cuddling together and just watching the waves. He couldn't see they're suits, as they had opted wear bulky t-shirts. Filia's read 'She's my better half' and Carol's read 'No, she's my better half'

Seeing it all gave Izuku a strong sense of accomplishment. All these people were having fun and the beach was beautiful again.

"Izuku! You finally done yet!?" Shantae broke him out of his thoughts as she approached him with a coke in both hands. Taking the one offered to him, he couldn't help but be bold and pull her into his side and peck her cheek.

"Almost, Shantae-chan," The last piece of truck was hefted into the dump-trunk. "Now I'm done," He enunciated with a nod.

As the driver hauled away the debris, Izuku was about to propose going for a swim or a nice cuddle session like Filia and Carol, but Shantae had other ideas.

"Ooh-ooh-ooh, we should take a picture!" Shantae cheered excitedly.


"All right, Sky you just... And Cerebella you just- Okay!" Filia cheered as the pose was now perfect. All the girls were posed doing their own things centered around Izuku. Their poses ranged from flirtatious (Cerebella and Rotty) to cute, but conservative (Sky, Filia, and Carol) and Shantae had convinced Risky to help Izuku pull off the ' a girl on each arm' pose. Shantae's right arm was wrapped around his shoulder while her left was raised in a showgirl wave, proudly presenting herself.

Risky was much less enthusiastic, merely posing with a hand on her hip and a popped foot.

"All right everyone, smile!" Izuku announced as the floating satellite-like device in front of them produced a near silent click and a large picture.

Rotty ran forward and snatched the photo from the device, which disappeared in a flash of light purple. "It looks great guys!" She yelled back to the others gleefully.

"So, Izuku, you have two weeks until the Entrance Exam, think you'll pass?~""You know I'll ace it babe," he said, shamelessly pecking Shantae's cheek

"Come on," Izuku said as he started to gather his clothes, " I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving and my mom said she'll make her famous katsudon for all of us tonight!"


Author's notes: Next week, the Yuuei entrance exams

Izuku's quirk is not simply Aerosmith, and its full potential has not been shown, it has an overarching theme to justify why he has multiple stands as his quirk. The fact this includes Aerosmith and Bad Company is not coincidental.

The girls he meets have been so prominent because we have not gotten to the action yet. The scene where he gets girl's numbers without trying is a shout out to Poor Tom of Jojolion, but he's not cheating.

Shantae is the closest thing he has ever had to a girlfriend, but they are not monogamous.

EDIT: I did some alterations and retcons to all three chapters.