Chapter 3: "What do you mean you're not going to give him your power yet!? There's only a month left until the exam! Are you a fucking idiot!? Don't you know dangerous quirks can be when they first develop!? Do you even know the childhood mortality rate for super strength quirks!? Huh!? When the hell were you gonna give him his power anyway!? Two weeks? One week? Exam day?"

"A-ah… but-"

Chapter 3 Addendum: "Oh god, you're actually serious. Our future teacher is a fucking meat headed moron. My expectations, my fucking dreams. Holy shit. You killed them."

"G-guh!? I… sumimasen deshita..."

Commissioned by shaderic
Word Count: 2342

A few days ago while chatting on the beach with All Might as we watched Deku laboriously sweating shirtless under the sun, I broached the topic of when exactly Japan's number one super hero would be bestowing his power to his successor.

"So do you think he's ready yet? He's almost done with the final section. It'd probably be a good idea to hand off your power before he finishes so he can get used to using it in a training environment." I started offhandedly, mentally calculating that it'd probably only be two or so weeks before the massive pile of trash on the beach would be finished being built.

All Might. The greatest hero of our country and arguably the world, was the shining example of what every citizen in Japan looked up to. From kids to old bags of bones, he was the protective aegis everyone depended on and believed in without a fraction of a doubt.

The Symbol of Peace.

I wanted to be like him ever since I was a little girl.

Strong, smart.

Unstoppable.

Shit he made heroing look easy. He'd just swoop in from the sky, crater the ground, slap aside a few villains and sign autographs for the people he'd effortlessly rescued with a belly deep laugh.

So try and put yourself in my shoes when that all came crashing down.

No, not that he'd been grievously wounded against some kind of super serial killer world eater and was slowly losing his power. Something like that was almost expected and even in his frail, constantly fucking bleeding corpse of an unpowered skeleton, he held an air that demanded respect.

Nah. Fucking… ugh.

"Hm? Oh no, our agreement was struck from hero to student! Only once Midoriya shounen has completed his task in full shall I bestow upon him the power of One for All! Be it weeks, days, or even that very same morning before the exam, only then will I-"

"Ah? Bakugou shoujo? Nani desu ka? Is something wrong?" The idiot manga character man child's teeth glinted as he smiled at me and laughed. "Not to worry young lady! Regardless of when your friend finishes with his labor, I'm sure there'll be time enough for him to adapt-"

"You…"

"Omae? Atashi?"

"You- are you fucking serious!? Are you stupid or something!?"

"Excuse me?" He replied in surprised, confused, and badly accented English before I verbally unloaded on his slowly shrinking ass for thirty minutes straight.

Five days ago I found out that not only was All Might just a human being, but he was a thick headed numbskull who had less foresight and more blind hope than a lemming following behind the leader that just plunged headfirst off a cliff.

Coincidentally, it's been five days since a suddenly and literally deflated All Might had plucked a piece of his hair and abashedly told Deku to eat it.

This was after he tried to give a big speech about how Deku was ready for the responsibility before I lost all feeling in my legs and collapsed with a croak of "my everything" while clutching my numb face with both hands.

Present time, we were back on the beach with the idea of coaching Deku with his new and ridiculously dangerous powers.

"How's that, you got a hold of that 'feeling' yet?" I shouted loudly in a questioning tone, hiding behind the convenient cover of a nearby refrigerator.

About fifty feet away from the danger zone.

We'd tried a test dummy in the form of a torn up, leaking punching bag on the first day.

What's the worst that could happen? All he needed to do was follow All Might's instructions of scrunching up his butt and putting a little bit of power into a practice punch.

"Smash- gah!?"

Deku fucking turned the damn thing into a pile of ash and dug a ten by ten trench of torn up beach behind it for two hundred feet.

"Y-yeah Kacchan, but it's still too much I think…" My green haired geek mumbles to himself with his eyes closed as he sat on top of the trash pile, broken hand secured with a sling and cast.

"Do not worry young Midoriya! With enough effort and training, one day soon you'll be able to harness the full power of-"

"Shut it you! Go back to studying your coursework you damn failure of a teacher!" I growled and pointed towards the large stack of reading material our future teacher was supposed to be fluent in before we started school.

"H-hai, Bakugou sensei…"

And that other problem manchild over there can't seem to go five minutes without being reminded he has his own god damned homework to do. It can't be that difficult right? That's all basic refresher coursework we're supposed to be going over for the first month at school, all he needs to do is go over the highlighted portions and the flashcards and he'll be fine-

No, no, stop babying him. All Might needs to learn how to be a fully functioning adult by himself.

"Kacchan! I think I got it- woah!?" Deku screeches in a higher pitch than I'm capable of as he moves to stand and shoots up two dozen feet into the air!

"Deku!" Less screaming in panic and more speaking in a normal tone of exhausted worry, I cause an explosion of sand to burst around me as I launch myself into the air to carefully catch my much heavier friend in my arms.

Oh man, it's like he's got steel rippling under that nicely tanned skin of his.

I feel a slight tingle along the bare flesh of my sleeveless arms, likely from the staticky remainder of the arcing green energy that finished dissipating into the air almost the second we make contact.

Mhm. That's 100% the reason why the small amount of sweat freshly sliding down my shirt to my exposed lower back contacts the air and blows the two of us off course and into gently rolling waves with a duet of surprised yelps.

"Gblah! Eck!" I cough and sputter in the shallows with Deku firmly held against my chest, the cold salt water of the sea drenching both of our clothes.

"Th-thanks Kacchan." Deku mumbles with a small flush of embarrassment at having to be caught like some damsel in distress.

"Uh. Yeah, no problem Deku." I say, slightly dazed as I feel his hot breath along my nape and my eyes are drawn over his shoulders and down his back.

Oh wow. He really should wear more light colored t-shirts when we're working out. Everything sticks so tight against the lines of his muscles when he gets wet.

"U-u-u-um, K-k-k-k-k-k-ka-cchan!?" Deku gulps, suddenly stiffening tightly against my chest as his breathing picks up, skin warms noticeably, and…

Is that his heartbeat I'm feeling?

"What's your problem Deku? This ain't the first time I've bailed your ass out of-" Oh.

Ooooooooh.

Yeah. This water's cold, Deku's muscles look nice, feel nice, aaaaaand I can feel myself stiffening up now.

…

Heh. That's a cute expression he's got on that tomato he's calling a face.

"What's wrong dumbass? Something poking you somewhere?" I grin teasingly, feeling the familiar headiness of a flush dusting my cheeks.

Held tightly against me, Deku gulps and stills himself.

I can still feel the tingling sensation of his quirk running all over his muscled chest. A wrong move on his part means a trip to the hospital for one or both of us so he does his best to push me away with panicked eyes and sheer force of will.

That's not part of his power, however.

Eyes hooded and lips quirking upwards ever so slightly, I lean in close to whisper warm puffs of air and brush my lips against his reddened ear. "You mind getting me a jacket? Or are you having too much fun noticing that I'm a girl?"

"Ah-ah… but I can't get out?" He whimpers, unable to escape from my arms wrapping around his waist and shoulder.

Ufu~

"Think of it as training Deku. You can either overcome your limits or you can stay comfortable with me in the water. For as long as it takes." I giggle, feeling my assets bounce and rub up and down the creases of his muscle just barely separated by the thin fabric of our training clothes.

"Er, but what if I hurt you-" He starts, but is quickly quieted with a small meep when I learn just that bit closer to whisper something critically damaging.

"Per-vert~"

Somewhat disappointingly it takes the green haired moron ten minutes to get his shit together enough to get out of my grasp.

Thing is I gotta admit that there's a sense of fulfilling, womanly satisfaction that in doing so he'd had to become human jello, powerlessly flow out of my grasp, and weakly float his way to the shoreline in catatonic delirium.

It took him another five minutes of being worriedly smacked in the cheek by a certain concerned muscle brain to come to his senses and shamble to where our shed jackets were.

He was being slow on the return trip so I sneezed once to galvanize him-

Ah?

I blinked, watching the waves in front of me part for several hundred meters, the blur that materialized next to me stomping sneaker clad feet into the wet sand that had once been covered by the sea.

"Kaachan! You're gonna catch a cold if you stay here! Here!" The overly serious and smothering figure made of electrifying power and steel chorded muscle worries from my side.

The slim and nearly unrecognizable figure of my best friend crouches over me, placing his jacket over my shoulders before very uncharacteristically…

Or should that be characteristically?

Anyway, formerly twig like arms that have become sheathed in impossibly hot and hard strands of thick muscle quickly, but ever so gently, wrap themselves under my legs and my waist and I find myself powerfully lifted up into the furnace like heat of a solid chest that I'd become growingly familiar with over the past nine months.

Smells like Deku.

Those were about the only coherent thoughts in my head as the man who'd lifted me into his arms, jumped powerfully in a blast of wet sand before the rushing water could come back to soak us both.

There were many things I felt though. Besides the sheer feeling of security and uh… other emotions running through my body at the thought of Deku's unexpected show of lip biting collar backbone, my eyes took in how high we were in the sky.

My damp, cloth soaked skin could feel the coolness of the rushing air as we slowed. My long hair tied up in a messy training tail swept itself against the wind. My fingers and toes which'd started to get numb from the cold, tingled from the sensation of heated blood starting to rapidly pump through my heart.

My clothes and body felt like they were being flash dried from the sheer level of heat coming from the electrifying bonfire that was the power thrumming through Deku's body into mine.

Through all this I could still hear the annoying mumble storm erupting from lips flapping a mile a minute above my forehead.

Looking up, I could see Deku being Deku.

"Stupid stupid stupid stupid! Idiot! What are you a kid Izuku? Taking so long just to get a jacket for Kaachan because I'm too embarrassed? And then letting her stay in the water long enough to catch a cold? Who cares If I'm embarrassed? Kaachan's a girl and she was indecent for like, twenty minutes because I'm an idiot! What kind of hero are you? We used to take baths together and stuff- no, no. Not important. Need to get Kaachan warm. Fire? There's plenty of driftwood, I can use super speed to make a friction fire with One for All. If the wood's not dry I can just adjust the ratio of spin to distance by another percent of power, the speed of which should generate enough heat to light up the inside of a log by itself-"

But all that fails to penetrate the haze in my mind that've been incessantly repeating themselves in my head over and over.

I don't know why, but I feel like I need to tell him.

Makes perfect sense, right?

"Deku." I mumble, bringing up the fabric of his All Might hood up with my smaller hands to breathe in his scent again.

"Kaachan?" He looks down at me, mouth snapping shut from his creepy whispering automatically to voice his concern.

Yeah, it needs to be said.

"Smells like you." I whisper, lips and nose muffled by one side of his jacket that I'd brought up to my face.

"Hueh?"

It probably wasn't the best time to break Izuku's brain while we were falling from fifty feet in the air, but at the time I didn't feel any pressing need to be concerned about it.

Deku would never let me get hurt.

Ever.

Though it was pretty annoying trying to lug a statue weighing around 160 pounds of frozen idiot back home that day.

Then again, he wasn't in any fit state to complain when I walked home with his 'borrowed' hoodie.

Yeah, he's never getting his favorite hoodie back.

Because now it's my favorite.