And a new story here because why the hell not? A My Hero Story this time. You all know what I like to write (or will soon enough), so yep.

Fem Izuku (Izumi) and, I aged everyone up for College years so characters are 18 and up. Plenty of smut along with my take on the plot so don't expect much canon, especially as the story goes further, action, and all that good stuff. Don't be surprised there is futa in this (nothing excessive, but solid amount of it) and Izumi will have several relationships with both guys and girls.

Also, lots of cross-over elements, most from other hero based content. I love building into the world and playing with the abilities of characters so expect lots of growth and changes to it.

Anyways, onto the story!

A gentle sigh escaped her soft parted lips, the cool breeze tugging her dark green hair as she leaned against the rails, her powerful eyes gazing over the lights of the city below. It was barely into the AMs and even then, some people were still out doing whatever it was they wanted, even if it might not have been safe or strictly legal. It was no wonder city heroes patrolled so late, or early.

Have to chase down those dastardly villains after all.

Her lips thinned little at the thought, knowing soon, she would be one of those very heroes out and about, putting her life and dreams on the line for the safety of the rest. It was her dream after all, or at least, part of what had been for most of her early years … until that fateful day.

Her eyes shifted from the city to her own arms on the railings, taking in their appearance yet again for the 2753rd time, if anyone bothered to ask her the count. Keeping track of things like that were trivial to her after all, another of her changes or upgrades as some tactless engineers and doctors had once said.

Instead of the pale skin and fragile flesh expected of a young woman, her hands and arms gleamed with the metallic tones of silvery-white, the places where veins could be expected replaced with eerily glowing emerald paths. At first glance and even several more, most people would think her arms were high-class cybernetic prosthetics.

They were right and wrong at the same time.

She did lose her original arms that day, but then again, it could be argued her entire body had been reformed too, in more ways than one. But as it stood, these were her arms, her natural—as far as could be considered—arms that matched her body. There were no signs of assembly on her arms. No clear lines between segments, no bolt or rivet marks, not a weld or wire in sight. Each of her hands and arms all the way to her shoulder looked like they were made of a single, flawlessly molded metal that smoothly merged into the impeccable skin of her shoulders.

And then you'd be in for a real surprise if you touched her arms.

Where one would expect cold and rigid, they'd find warm and tender, almost silky soft and just as responsive and full of life as anyone else's hands. Yet, if they squeezed, they'd fine her hands were so much more. Unyieldingly firm and impossibly strong, her seemingly dainty hands could tear through most materials like tissue paper

She knew that for a fact, it was tested several times.

And while her arms where one of the most obvious features of her unique situation, even her 'skin' covering the rest of her body was different if you looked closely. Utterly smooth and hairless to the point a magnifying glass wouldn't find anything, her pale skin would also gleam if hit with a spotlight the right way. That was thanks to some special developments she made to it over time, but her mind drifted off that as she shook her head.

Turning around, the young woman made her way to the open doors of the balcony leading into the master bedroom.

Her body moved virtually soundless, even the usual noise of human breathing almost missing if it wasn't for her breathing out of nostalgia and habit rather than need. Looking at her large, king sized bed, a fond smile formed as she looked at the body currently sleeping there, curled into the exotic silk sheets.

One of the loves of her life; her savior and guardian angel as far as she was concerned, even if the guarding role usually went to herself. Not that she minded, in fact, she preferred it that way. She was strong, almost freakishly so when her quirk was factored into what her body could do, and she could take whatever the world decided to throw at her. She'd stand through it all, as long as it meant protecting those she loved.

Gently crawling onto the bed until she was almost next to her love, she reached forward and slowly started to run her hands through the soft obsidian black hair. Her smile grew as she caught the pleased hum coming in response, her gaze drifting away for a moment.

It stopped on one of the full-length mirrors on the wall of their large room, the darkness doing nothing to impede her vision as she was once again mesmerized by her own reflection.

Her eyes literally glowed with intense emerald light, the pupils rotating as she achieved optimum focus. Instead of white sclera surrounding her jewel-like irises, it was pitch black with tiny strands of emerald, much like her arms. She'd been told her eyes could go from beautiful and transfixing to terrifying if she got angry or too focused; great for intimidation.

Aside from her eyes, most of her face was relatively normal aside from the fact that her face—much like her body—looked almost doll-like in smoothness. Her Midoriya-inherited soft features; small nose, slightly rounded cheeks, big eyes, and full, pink lips all lead to a face many called cute and even adorable. Framed by her somewhat wild, wavy hair spilling around her shoulders, the face of Izumi Midoriya was a thing of beauty.

With such a face already turning heads, her body only intensified the looks of awe and desire that followed her.

Even before that day, she'd always been on the small side but now, where once she was called scrawny, now she was a blend of petite yet curvy, almost busty. She wasn't winning any height awards any time soon—though she could make herself tall if she so pleased (more on that later)—but at a decent 5'4 even, she could safely say she sported a 'rocking' body.

Though standard exercise nor overeating could affect her figure in any way, she still looked sporty enough.

The right amount of 'meat' on her with plenty of curve and just enough softness to hide the sheer power her body contained. Looking at the mirror, her plump, tear-drop shaped breasts jiggled delightfully at her movements, the C-cup puppies topped with bright pink nipples relishing the exposure to the open air.

Her one hand not currently playing with her lover's hair came up and gently fondled her left boob, running a finger over the hardening nub as she sighed contently.

Letting her eyes lower at the reflection, she looked at her own lightly sculpted core and tight stomach before the wide flare of her hips came out. Turning slightly on her side to get a better view, she was met with the sight of her own bubbly rear. An ass that could rival the likes of the Rabbit Hero: Mirko and one of her pride and joys, her rear was the perfect blend of firm yet soft and bouncy.

There was a reason her entire wardrobe always complemented her ass, and her relatively long, dancer-like legs.

Smirking self-indulgently, she then shifted back a little, happily parting her creamy thighs to expose the treasure within. Always flushed pink and ready, her pussy was up there with her ass. Small and neat, it promised any who laid eyes on it with unmatched tightness yet oh so wet and accommodating.

Her hand was lazily drifting down from her breast to her little honey pot, wanting to play a bit since she wasn't feeling sleepy at all.

"Izumi," came a smooth voice carrying a slight rough edge thanks to sleepiness that instantly drew the greenette's attention.

Her emerald eyes found those of her lover's, those dark onyx eyes flecked with gold within the irises.

"Momo," Izumi replied softly, moving her hand from the other girl's head as she leaned closer. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asked, already feeling apologetic for bothering her love.

"Not really," Momo replied as she slowly sat up, the sheets spilling down to expose her own very mature, naked form. "I'm too anxious to really sleep all that much."

Izumi couldn't help but let her eyes drift down for a moment, away from Momo's eyes and dark pink lips to her goddess-like figure. Sporting almost DD-cup beauties of her own topped with slightly darker nipples and with the hips/butt to match, the soon to be heroine-in-training had the perfect hourglass figure. The result of dedicated training and then pushed beyond by both her own quirk and Izumi's slight assistance, the larger girl turned just as many heads, if not more, than Izumi.

However, there was one thing out of place. What some would call a blemish but Momo and Izumi considered it a badge of honor. A thin, long line running from Momo's left hip to the rib just under her right breast. Like Izumi's arms, it was a physical reminder of that day. In many ways the worst and the best day of her life. Momo could have gotten rid of it, Izumi could have gotten rid of it for her, but both the girls didn't.

She wanted the reminder, just like how Izumi didn't bother trying to make her eyes or arms look human. Izumi kind of liked it too, to be honest. I gave Momo more of an edge, an air of experience that never failed to warm the petite girl. Still, pulling her eyes back up from her obvious ogling that Momo definitely caught, Izumi asked anyways.

"But why? You already passed the testing for Recommendations with flying colors. I'm the one getting tested tomorrow…" Taking a moment to glance at a clock on the wall. "… Well, later today."

"I know, but that's just it. You're testing, and even if I know you'll tear that test a new one, I still feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles just waiting for it," Momo replied, leaning forward to cup Izumi's face and giving her a small kiss.

Izumi hummed in delight at the show of affection, leaning forward in chase as Momo backed up to extend the contact until the ravenette fell back on the bed with Izumi leaning over her, her hands on either side of Momo's head.

"You really think I'll get in?" Izumi asked, age-old doubts that were practically from another life rearing up as the test approached.

Momo snorted lightly as she raised both hands to cup Izumi's face and pull her close enough that their noses were touching.

"Izumi, there is nothing they could throw at you that you couldn't handle, I know it, and you do too; you're amazing like that," Momo said firmly, getting an emerald tinted blush from the evolved girl. "But even if they somehow don't pass you—not that Nezu would ever deny you to begin with—I'll publicly tell them to fuck off and we can try somewhere else or just do our own thing. All three of us."

"Really?" Izumi asked, needing to hear it even if she knew Momo was being 100 percent honest.

"Really," Momo affirmed, a playful smile forming on her face. "Why wouldn't I believe in the girl I love? She's my hero after all."

And just like any time Momo or her other love said the L word or called Izumi their hero, the evolved girl felt a spike of warmth in her chest.

"I love you too."

The words came back in almost a whisper as Izumi looked into Momo's onyx, gold-flecked eyes. She could feel her eyes getting a little teary as she leaned down and pressed her lips against Momo's, putting more need and emotion into it as she pressed her body down against her lover's. Momo happily returned it, pulling Izumi down harder against her as their breasts rubbed against each other making both moan into it. Momo then effortlessly pried Izumi's mouth open and darted her tongue in as Izumi instantly submitted to her raven-haired angel.

The French kiss grew passionate and deep as the girl's hands started roaming each other's bodies, Izumi's fondling Momo's bigger chest as she felt the larger girl's hands on her ass. She went from sucking on Momo's tongue to moaning at the way Momo squeezed her ass possessively.

"Momo~" Izumi moaned as she broke the kiss for a moment, looking down lovingly at the raven-haired girl.

"Yes," the heiress replied just as heatedly, moving to kissing along Izumi's jaw and neck, making her way do to Izumi's breasts.

"I need you," Izumi moaned, grounding her hips down against Momo's from her straddled position.

Unlike what most would expect, Izumi felt a familiar presence rub against her wet core, getting a groan from both before Momo lowered her head and took one of Izumi's nipples in her mouth. The petite girl gasp as she hugged Momo's head to her chest. She could feel Momo sucking hungrily, nibbling and tugging at the erect bud only getting more moans from the cyborg girl.

She always liked it when Momo was rough and dominating with her.

Still grinding on the hardening rod beneath her aching folds, Izumi could only moan and mewl as Momo suckled on her tits. After another minute or so of that, Momo released her and leaned back, licking her lips as she looked up at Izumi.

"You know how I like it," was all the busty girl said, her tone clearly expecting obedience.

Izumi could only whimper in submission as she responded, leaned down and slowly kissing Momo. From there she slowly trained down, along the jaw to the neck and then collarbone as she crawled backwards. Taking a moment to worship Momo's breasts, Izumi was acutely aware of the hot rod pressed and dragging against her navel and stomach as she lowered herself.

Continuing on, Izumi kissed and licked her way down past Momo's hips until she finally stopped, her head right above Momo's crotch. However, unlike what one would expect on a young woman, Momo had a little 'extra' all thanks to one of Izumi's abilities; she could modify the body of others to some extent.

Repair damage from trivial to crippling, regenerate limbs, and the more fun part, add extra pieces.

There were usually limits to how much she could do; time and focus, resources and material, and the receiver's own body tolerance to Izumi's abilities but not Momo. Momo and her other lover were a special case, letting Izumi play with the make up of their bodies easily with no fear of rejection.

Case and point, one of her favorite additions made to her lovers; The Golden Rule.

Attached to Momo's crotch, right at where her clit should be and above her own needy folds was a porn star class cock and balls. Glinting and almost literally glowing, the aptly named cock looked much like Izumi's arms but instead of her silvery-white it was brassy-gold, both because Izumi chose the color as a gag for Momo's wealth and because some of the substance used to make it.

Nine inches long and almost three thick, perfectly formed with just the right vein patterns along the length for optimum pleasure, the Golden Rule was a masterpiece in Izumi's humble opinion. Plenty of girls might drool and beg for it if they saw it—if they didn't back down from sheer intimidation—but they probably wouldn't be able to handle more than a round or so. Unless their quirks gave them a body that could adapt to it that is… or they were just that horny.

Not Izumi though, oh no, she took days to form this piece of art on her girlfriend's body for herself and Momo knew it. Her body wasn't just powerful and tough, but flexible and adaptive. She could take as much as Momo could give and more, and had proved it several times, including their last birthdays.

And just like every time she saw it; she couldn't help but lick her lips as her cunt quivered at the memory of being stretched and plowed on that cock and yearning for it yet again. So, looking up to lock eyes with her lover, Izumi smiled as she leaned down and kissed the head lightly, getting Momo's breathing to hitch. Giggling at the familiar reaction, Izumi started to pepper the Golden Rule with small kisses around the head and shaft as Momo groaned, fondling herself as she watched.

"Fuck, I'll never get tired of this," Momo said between breathes.

"Is that why you won't go to UA if I don't get in?" Izumi teased before giving a long lick along the hot shaft, enjoying the taste of Momo's organic coconut oil soaps and slightly metallic hints.

"College without daily service from my bunny?" Momo asked, mock dread bleeding into her voice. "I'd die from the withdrawals alone."

She then gasped as Izumi gave a playful nibble on the head, her eyes brimming with amusement and lust.

"You'd have me every morning and evening at home," the cyborg returned before lowering her mouth and starting to kiss Momo's brass balls while pumping the shaft.

"Not enough," Momo replied before groaned as Izumi got lower and started licking her cunt, easily parting the needy folds as her tongue extended further than a human's should be able to.

"So needy," Izumi teased out as she slipped her tongue out of Momo's pussy and again licked from the balls all the way up the shaft and lapped at the golden head.

"And someone's being mouthy," Momo growled out, a hand coming down onto Izumi's head and fisting a bit of her hair.

Izumi's entire body shivered at the tone, getting her hornier if at all possible as she moaned before opening her mouth. Momo threw her head back with a groan as Izumi took the head and several inches into her mouth in one go, her tongue eagerly trailing against the soft yet firm surface of the Golden Rule.

"Oh, that's it~" Momo moaned as Izumi slowly started to bob her head up and down, her mouth easily stretching open enough to accommodate taking in more inches with every fall as she slurped on Momo's cock.

Her lips formed a perfect seal as she sucked, taking Momo to her throat and soon down it, greedily swallowing around it as the thick phallus stretched it. No gag reflex, no pesky need to stop and breathe, and most importantly, no hesitation. Izumi moaned around the Golden Rule, steadily deep throating it as she picked up the pace. The sound of her sucking as her hands played with Momo's balls and cunt, all the while the heiress could only moan for more was music to Izumi's ears.

In another minute or so, she felt the familiar twitching of the cock in her mouth with a spike in temperature. Redoubling her efforts, she sucked like it was the straw to her last meal as Momo grabbed her head and then pushed her down to the base.

"Cumming!" Momo cried as she erupted within Izumi's waiting mouth, rope after rope of thick, hot cum slushing down the cyborg's gullet as she greedily swallowed.

And just like the cock's size, the loads delivered was scaled to match, pouring jizz out like a facet as Izumi drank it. Pulling back enough so that just the head was in her mouth, Izumi moaned at the taste of the last of Momo's unique, quirk-powered cum filled her mouth before she swallowed every last drop. Even after Momo finished, Izumi didn't release her prize, lovingly suckling on it for another minute to make sure she didn't miss anything.

Once done, she slipped it out of her mouth and crawled up Momo's body, kissing the angelic body along the way much to Momo's mewls of approval. The moment she was close enough, she sealed her lips over Momo's. The two started another furious make-out, neither anywhere near spent thanks to the absurd amounts of stamina their training gave them.

Izumi was already grinding her weeping core along the still hard Golden Rule, her body aching for it. Momo didn't need to be told anything as she grabbed Izumi by the hips and flipped them, now looming over the smaller girl. Izumi shivered in anticipation at the hungry look she was getting.

"How much do you want it?" Momo asked, her voice getting deeper and husky as she rubbed the head against Izumi's folds.

"I don't want it," Izumi instantly replied, getting an amused, quirked eyebrow from the busty heiress, "I need it," she finished, rolling her hips against the thick cock.

That got a heady giggle from Momo as she pressed herself in, getting just the head into Izumi's permanently virgin-tight pussy. Even with just the head Izumi was already moaning, trying to wiggle around enough to get more in but Momo's grip on her hips prevented it.

"Such a slutty bunny," Momo teased, relishing in her control and dominance over the smaller greenette.

Izumi could only whimper in need, begging with her eyes for her lover to take her already. Luckily, Momo seamed to be light on the teasing tonight as she sighed dramatically before a devious grin formed on her face. That was Izumi's only warning before Momo thrust forward without hesitation, spearing Izumi all the way to her core and rocking the bed at the same time.

To most, if not all other women, a thrust like that would have been nothing but pain, especially with Golden Rule's size. Izumi only let out a howling moan of ecstasy as she easily took it and quickly moaned for more, her legs wrapping around Momo's waist. From there Momo took a relentless pace, using the strength and stamina granted to her from her training and Izumi's modifications.

Their specially made bed shook as the two lovers rutted away like beasts in heat, their moans and grunts contained within the sound-proofed walls of the room. Izumi arched her back and curled her toes as the Golden Rule struck every point needed in the cyborg's silky cavern, setting off tiny orgasms with each entry as it all led to the big one.

"Gods, you're tight," Momo growled as she leaned over Izumi's form, lowering her head enough to kiss and nibble along Izumi's neck as the cyborg girl held onto her.

The sound of pussy clinging to thick cock and heavy balls slapping against her core was driving her mad as she worked her hips, rolling them into Momo's thrusts. And it wasn't just her hips, Izumi used her literally inhumane control of her own body to stroke and squeeze the Golden Rule with her cunt, trying to milk it for all it had.

Another ten straight minutes of the furious pace saw the pair approaching the climax together, neither needing to say a word to let each other know they were ready. Momo moved from nibbling on Izumi's neck to kissing her again, their lips almost fusing as the busty heiress did one last deep thrust entering Izumi's womb. You could almost hear the spring snap as both girls cried into the other's mouth as they came together.

Izumi's cunt quivered and squeezed around the pulsing cock as another cum-load worth a dozen creampies was deposited into her, painting her pink walls white as she was filled. Momo's hips bucked a few times as she kept her cock buried in her girlfriend, the mingling of their essence keeping both in an emotional high until both their orgasms finally tapered off.

Their lips parted, a strand of saliva joining them together as they looked into each other's eyes. So much was said with just a look, the pair keeping their bodies as close as possible. Several minutes must have passed as they calmed down, but then that didn't last long as Izumi felt a familiar twitch within her.

A knowing grin formed on her face as she looked up at Momo, the heiress blushing even as she smiled down at Izumi.

"Still want more?" Izumi asked, her voice low and sultry as she used a hand to play with some of Momo's luscious dark hair falling down towards her.

"I always do," Momo answered, leaning down to give her a quick peck before suddenly rolling them over again. With Izumi on top, Momo wiggled a bit to get comfy, getting a soft groan from both as the Golden Rule stirred within Izumi.

"Me too," Izumi replied, already starting to roll her hips, smiling as Momo put her arms behind her head and leaning back, looking all too pleased to enjoy the show.

And give a show, Izumi would. Without another moment to waste, Izumi started to bounce…

"I still can't believe you didn't let me disassemble Golden Rule yesterday for your test," Izumi said as she ran a hand through Momo's hair, the heiress laying down across the large seat of the limo with her head in Izumi's lap.

"And I told you not to worry about it. I had tight spandex shorts on and baggier jean shorts over it," Momo countered.

"But what if someone saw it? Even at the softest, Golden Rule still gives a bulge. I didn't design him with discretion in mind after all, the opposite in fact," Izumi persisted, glancing at Momo's panty-clad crotch left exposed by her short skirt ridding up when she moved her legs around.

Said bulge was not hidden at all by the lacy white material. If anything, Izumi was sure Momo was teasing her with the view, a promise for what was to come after today's tests.

"So?" Momo asked, drawing Izumi's eyes away from golden temptations … for now. "Say if someone noticed, then what? They might think they were just confused and seeing things, and even if they really got suspicious, do you really think they'll just walk up to me and call it out?"

"I could think of a few people who would, tactfulness be damned," Izumi replied, memories of ashen blonde hair and intense, red eyes flashing across her mind.

Momo huffed before pouting up at Izumi. "Then I could just make a big stink and call them a pervert or something. That'll make them turn tail quick, especially if I play up the scandalized damsel in distress. Throw in a fake tear or two for good measure."

Izumi snorted at that mental image. "Really? The prim and proper Yaoyorozu heiress, known for her cool intellect and grace making a public scene and even crying? That'll be the day."

"I could," the heiress insisted, sounding almost indignant that Izumi doubted her.

"You'll probably sock them in the kisser or if it's someone cute, probably put the moves on them," Izumi retorted, poking Momo's nose making it twitch.

"Oh, and if that happens, what then?" Momo asked playfully only for Izumi to shoot her back a smirk.

"Then you'll come on too strong and cause a mess," she said, giggling as Momo tried to glare through a faint blush.

"… One time," Momo muttered, turning her face into Izumi's lap.

"That poor intern slipped and bumped her pretty little head after you got her so flustered, she couldn't even walk straight for an hour and acted like a mouse whenever you were close by," Izumi continued, enjoying being the one teasing for once.

"I apologized and got her a box of chocolates to make up for it," Momo defended.

"Then there was the office assistant guy, you know, the cute redheaded one that usually works in the IT department," Izumi went on, an almost devious gleam in her eyes. "You made him spill all that hot coffee on himself that you ordered for us."

"Hey now, that was an accident," Momo replied defensively, "How was I supposed to know a little cleavage and a flirty thank you was going to make him act the fool?"

"A 'little' cleavage?" Izumi asked, pointedly setting a hand on Momo's hefty chest and giving a playful squeeze, the thin material of Momo's blouse doing little to contain her bust to begin with. "Momo, your definition of 'little' needs work and besides, most people aren't expecting someone as gorgeous as you to give them any attention, let alone flirt with them."

"Well…" Momo trialed off, squirming slightly as she blushed prettily at Izumi calling her gorgeous.

It was one of the ways Izumi could always get the heiress flustered … before the tables got turned on her.

"Sorry babe, but you tend to be an all or nothing when it comes to your flirting," Izumi added with a shrug before adding, "Not entirely your fault though. Sensei's definitely been rubbing off on you for years now, not to mention you've been having it easy with how receptive me and …"

A throat being cleared cut in before Izumi could finish, both girls looking towards the partly open door. The face of their chauffer/butler, the well-aged and bronze-toned Alejandro greeted them.

"My ladies, pardon the interruption, but we've arrived some minutes ago and Miss Midoriya taking any longer may prove detrimental to her efforts," he said, the slightest hint of his Spanish accent coloring his flawless Japanese.

"Oh, thank you Alejandro," both replied in unison as Momo sat up and fixed her skirt.

Looking at the heiress, Izumi gave her a small smile as she grabbed a small duffle-bag near her feet.

"Wish me luck?" she asked softly.

"Not like you'll need it," Momo replied even as she leaned closer and gave Izumi a loving kiss. "But good luck anyways. Knock'em dead!"

Shooting Momo a beaming smile, Izumi nodded as she stepped out with a hand from Alejandro.

"We'll see you later this evening Miss Midoriya, good luck," Alejandro told her with a respectful bow as he closed the door and headed around for the driver's seat.

Izumi waved as she watched the black limo pull away, only to then freeze up a little as her sensitive ears immediately caught the whispers her arrival had caused. Arriving by limo tended to do those sorts of things and she still wasn't really used to it like Momo was. That and she usually had the beautiful heiress with her, making it far easier to whether the attention.

'Get a grip Izumi! Just like sensei said, someday, whether I make it as a hero or not, I'll be in the spotlight. People will gossip about everything and nothing either way, so just put it aside and do your own thing,' she thought, calming herself down as she turned around to look at UA.

Even if it wasn't the first time she'd seen it in person, mainly because she came for other tests and interviews due to her unique situation, the sight still awed her. However, thanks to her attention being so focused, she barely heard the quick approach as someone said to get out of the way right before said person ran into her.

Now, normally that meant a petite girl of Izumi's stature would be quickly acquainted with the floor. However, given Izumi easily weighed up to three times as much as someone of her size should on a good day, the opposite occurred. A surprised grunt came from behind her as whoever ran into her fell back, making her turn around to look at whoever it was and apologize, as was her habit, even if it wasn't strictly her fault.

Only for her to freeze as her glowing emerald eyes to meet the dark-red ones sitting in a face that was both incredibly familiar and new at the same time.

She wasn't the only one to freeze up, the boy sitting on the ground also pausing mid motion—both to get up and probably curse just like he was known to do even as a child—looking at her in shock. Seconds seemed to just drag on as they stared at each other. For her part, Izumi felt all manner of emotions swell within her chest as she looked at him for the first time in five years. In some ways she'd known this was bound to happen; she knew just how much he cared about going to UA on his way to becoming a top hero.

But knowing that and finally seeing him face to face was two completely different things.

As the seconds passed, he seemed to shake off some of the surprise as he finally stood up, his 5'11 stature forcing Izumi to tilt her head up to still meet his gaze. His ashy-blonde hair was as wild as ever, along with the intensity of his eyes and the sharp set of his well-defined jaw gave him a rugged handsomeness but the slightest scowl to his features honestly didn't do him justice in her opinion.

Those thoughts aside, she wasn't sure what to say, if anything at all. He didn't seem eager to talk either, just looking at her with so many emotions behind his eyes that she couldn't place right now before the warning bell rang out, making both jump slightly. Her head snapped around to look at the campus, her body already turning to run in.

Taking off with enough restraint not to crush the stone beneath her feet, she zipped down the path and to the entrance as she shot a quick glance over her shoulder. His eyes were still on her, widened slightly in surprise at her display of speed. A part of her wanted to stop, to go back to him and speak for the first time in years; she wanted to know so much. How had he been? How had he trained and prepared for UA? Had he developed anything new with his quirk? Had he managed to reign in that infamous temper of his enough to kiss a girl?

These were important questions and she wanted answers!

But she couldn't; not right now. 'But later, maybe after the tests? Actually, I'll probably be kind of busy. Frist day of school then, who knows, maybe we'll be in the same class… Should I ask Nezu for a favor? No, all three of us already owe him several as is. The last thing that furry cryptid needs is more favors under his belt. Half the Japanese government and top heroes are already in that collection to begin with,' she mused with a slight chuckle, her eyes zeroing in on one of the doors leading to a testing room.

Luckily her assigned one was first in the hall. A quick scan of her tester ID and she was in, siting at the front right corner and waiting for the tests to be handed out as a chime went off to get everyone silent.

As the tests were handed out, Izumi did a quick scan of the occupants, counting some 30 heads with herself included. Most didn't really stand out to her in the group until her gaze landed a girl at the end of the first row to the left corner. Dark orange hair set in a distinct side-ponytail and teal eyes set in somewhat soft but pretty face.

'Holy, it's the girl from Dagobah beach!' the cyborg mentally shouted, eyes wide before narrowing them as she recalled having spotted the girl during her own trip to the then dump.

It had been a little over a month back, when she'd moved back into her home prefecture of Mustafu to attend UA. As usual, Momo's parents had spoiled the girls with their own multi-floor suite on the top floors of one of their company skyscrapers, at the edge of Mustafu's high-end business and hotel/night-life districts. The girls barely needed to unpack and between last bits of training and refinement for their tests, had spent most of the time roaming to get familiar with the area.

Izumi had chanced a pass by an article about the trashed beach and decided that she'd clean it up; a nice bit of community service never hurt. Only, on arrival early in the morning, she wasn't met with a beach-turned-dump but a nearly spotless, restored beach.

The sight had certainly been enchanting, and she'd quickly decided to go get her loves and bring them for a beach day but not before noticing the only two other people there. Considering how early it was mixed with being a half-mile up the beach from them, they hadn't known she was there. That had been trivial for her eyes though, and being as curious as she was, her vision had zoomed in to see as if she was standing right next to them.

It was an odd sight and considering the things she's lived through the last near decade, that was saying something.

The redhead had been switching between downing a water-bottle like she couldn't get enough of the cool liquid, and somewhat gagging while thumping her own chest and glaring at the other person, a tall yet hunched over blonde man. In a word; sickly. Pale skin, slightly wild, frayed hair, and looking in desperate need of a sandwich with clothes baggie enough to billow in the breeze. His condition didn't seem to impede the way he was chuckling at the girl's plight, going by the way his shoulders shook.

The pair carried a clear air of familiarity to them so Izumi hadn't jumped to conclusions outright like some might have on spotting the pair out alone so early in the morning. Still, she'd watched for another minute or so just to be sure but what she got instead nearly gave her a heart attack, or whatever she could get in place of one.

With her kind of senses, especially vision, learning to read body language and lips had been an essential skill, pushed both by her sensei and Momo's parents. In the world of heroes and business, reading between the lines and getting bits out of a whispered conversation across the crowded room could make all the difference.

'That was just anti-climactic,' the girl had grumbled, finishing off the water bottle.

The man's face was mostly facing away from Izumi so she couldn't really get a read on what he said back, only that it got a pout from the girl.

'I don't feel any different though, Toshi-sensei,' the girl continued, looking at her own hand as she clenched it before it enlarged to a size almost as big as the girl herself.

Now Izumi was tempted to run over there just to ask the girl about her Quirk and likely gush over it, but she held herself back. Again, Izumi couldn't really get the reply, but whatever it was must have been meant to be motivating as the man shot her a big thumbs-up getting a smile from the girl as her fist returned to normal size.

Then the man pulled out his phone and checked it before doing something that sent the greenette reeling; he transformed.

Now in this day and age with quirks in every corner of the world, someone transforming wasn't odd or even particularly noteworthy. However, who the blonde man literally buffed up into made all the difference in the world. There was only one man with the physique of a Greek god made flesh that lived in Japan; the number one hero and Symbol of Peace, All Might.

Caught between the surprise and suppressing the urgent need to squeal and fangirl to the high heavens, she could only watch as the Olympian of a man saluted the redhead with him and leapt away, a visible rush of air pressure coning around him in his wake.

She'd gotten her wits back then, but by that point the girl was also leaving and though Izumi wanted to run over to her and ask about what she saw, she restrained herself. Considering the levels of secrecy around Japan's number one and the choice of time and locale from whatever happened there, she could guess it was meant to be a private affair.

She still told her loves the moment she got home though, which led to them blazing through the extensive and diverse files of archives within reach of Yaoyorozu Inc. 'Toshi' was there only lead but they got next to nothing other than All Might's real name being Toshinori Yagi (and even that was a hassle to find). Everything else was redacted files and more encryption then they were prepared to brave. It took one glance for Izumi to recognize a firewall personally coded by Nezu of all people and that was one person none of them were poking with a ten-foot pole.

So, the matter was dropped for the time being, but it didn't stop them from speculating about the great hero and just what was it they saw. They had several workable theories, many most would deem ridiculous or impossible but given Izumi's own unique situation and abilities, they knew it was possible, especially with the range of quirks.

Before she could really mentally dive back into one of those theories and continue to observe the redhead across the room from her, Izumi turned her attention forward as she was the last to be handed her test. She didn't miss the curious look the assigned staff gave her and with good reason. If any of the other examinees took the time to look, they'd notice Izumi's test was different.

Hers had almost double the pages the rest did, double-sided, the font was a third the standard, and single-spaced to bout.

Most students would be horrified to be handed such a test, calling it cruel and unusual, a clear sign that they were being singled out but Izumi only grinned as she easily read over the questions. This material was far more than what should reasonably be expected of first year hopefuls, hell, third years getting ready to graduate might cry if handed this test. 'Oh Nezu, you dastardly genius you,' she thought.

This was his way of getting back at her for not taking the recommendation testing, especially considering which hero was recommending her and the results of her other extra tests. But she just couldn't, her situation made it almost unfair to the other hopefuls and the recommended only get four spots per year. They had to be amazing already to be recommended so why not let the full set get in and she could earn her spot the usual way.

Luckily her loves were understanding and didn't give her much grief for her choice, though Momo certainly pouted all day at the lost chance of watching Izumi decimate the 'elite' competition, her words, not Izumi's.

Izumi would have taken both, if just to give one of her angels the show they wanted, but Nezu stepped in on that one. She could only take one of the tests, not both, and he was probably trying to ride off Momo's wants to get Izumi into the recommended tests preferably, but the emerald-eyed cyborg girl chose the standard one.

Still, she had this test now, and she just knew Nezu would be personally grading her test by his measures, no one else's. Now that, would get even Pros to cry about the test on her behalf, let alone a test for themselves, and yet she wouldn't have it any other way. Nezu was one of the few that understood her and her situation, that readily tested and push her in the places she could be challenged.

That and they had a bit of an escalation game going against each other, and she wasn't backing down now.

So, with a grin, she reached into her jacket pocket but instead of fishing out a pencil, she came out with a pen. Specifically, a MontBlanc Pix Blue ballpoint pen, extra fine point custom ordered for her by Momo. Hey, when you have a stupidly rich lover all too happy to spoil you, gifts like this become a common affair.

'Let's see you top this one Nezu,' she thought as she quickly started on her test, no hesitation as she neatly wrote her answers in lettering just as small as the font. Soon the outside world around her was tuned out, her focus centered on the test and her writing. For some she even went as far as to save tiny spaces to write citations to her answers, many of them from articles and papers published by the very Principal of the school.

There was a reason he called her a cheeky imp on several occasions.

Less than an hour later she set her pen down, sighing in content as she gave a last once over on her answers before setting the test down and dutifully raising a hand to alert the staff she was done. She did not miss the way some shared looks and shot glances at the clock, as if to make sure it was working right. A glance around herself told her that at least one or two other students had finished as well, but the staff knew Izumi's test was its own unholy text coughed up by the principal.

She could just imagine the mousy principal laughing in hysterics once he got ahold of her test.

So, once her test was collected much to the visible disbelief of the staff, she silently got up and made her way out of the testing room. She still had another hour and a half before the examinees were called into the main auditorium for a brief orientation before the physical exam.

'Maybe I can explore for a bit?' she mused as she left the testing hall and arrived at one of the main plazas of the campus, not far from the front gates. Sure, she visited before but that was usually with a destination in mind to get something done. She hadn't really gotten the chance to just wander around and take in the sights much. Then again, there might be restrictions for examinees incase of them snooping around for any info on the coming exam.

She was actually getting a little anxious about it herself.

However, the decision was taken from her as she felt her phone vibrate in one of her jacket pockets. Quickly digging it out, she noted it read 'Mom' for the caller ID, bringing a big smile onto her face. 'Maybe that's what I need to relax and kill some time.' Quickly making her way to a more private spot and sitting on a bench under some shade, she swiped to answer, making sure the volume was set to the lowest just over muted, and good thing she did.

"Izumi, my baby!" her mother unsurprisingly gushed, her face appearing in video-call form, her acute hearing easily picking up her mother's voice even with the phone set to the lowest volume.

"Hey mom," she answered, already feeling some of the tension leave her alone at the sight of her mother's loving face brimming with pride and warmth…

And that's a wrap for the start.

Hope I got you all interested in where this is going. I know I'm going to have fun writing it!

Also, before anyone askes, yes, Izumi is powerful. She's not invincible or unbeatable (yet) and has plenty to grow, but don't be surprised if she claps a lot of cheeks with her opponents.

To give you all an idea, Izumi's powers and current form is a blend inspired by; Prototype, Deus Ex, DC Universe (mainly the Super family, especially Superboy), Alita Battle Angel, and One Punch Man.

Like I said, she is absurdly powerful, but I did put limits and conditions that she has to overcome. They'll show themselves as the story progresses.

Let me know what you guys think!

The Proud