The Midoriya household was where he and Ochaco had decided to live out at least the next few years of their life, and it was removed enough from the city that nobody had been able to find them yet. In short, it was his lone refuge in a world still reeling from the aftermath of the PLF and their reign of terror. Where he felt safest, with Ochaco and Eri by his side, and nowadays his new girlfriends.
At least, most of the time. As he lay on his bed in his boxer shorts, he grew somewhat fearful of the hungry stare Rumi was affixing him with at that moment, clad in nothing but an untied bathrobe. The lapels were hanging off her breasts. Her deep voice purred as she began speaking, every word dripping with lust.
"So you took care of a High End Nomu today. And not only that, you disposed of it with no casualties and minimum damage. I can tell you from experience that's no easy feat."
"I mean, I wasn't alone," Izuku said. "There was Ochaco, of course, and Itsuka was a big help. There was also Ashido, Awase, Shiozaki, and Tokageee!"
Izuku was cut off as Rumi kneeled onto the bed, forcing him down and she pressed herself onto him. She teasingly traced the outline of his lips, muscular thighs pressing against his waist.
"But all the same, it's getting me going," she breathed. Her intense red eyes bore into Izuku's. "I think a good hero deserves a reward for hard work like that, don't you?"
"I-I guess..."
"Good," she whispered. "Because I've been wondering if maybe we could be taking the next step soon."
"Next step? What next step?"
She made sure to lean in close to his ear, continuing to whisper. "Having a baby."
Those words made Izuku's heart just about stop for a few seconds before hammering away in his chest harder than ever. "W-W-Whoa, wait, that's a joke right? You can't be serious."
"Why? Is the thought that scary to you?"
Growing suspicious, Izuku asked, "You've taken your contraceptive pill, right?"
Rumi giggled. "And if I said no?"
That's a very big problem! Gulping down even as his erection throbbed at the thought of Rumi being so ready to conceive with him, Izuku deigned to the voice of reason. "You can't joke about that, especially not with Ochaco! She... she kinda wants to be first..."
"Aw, does that mean I'm not as special to you?"
"That's not it at all, I just—"
"Relax, Izuku," Rumi said. "I took the pill. And I guess Uraraka does deserve getting first dibs."
Izuku breathed a sigh of relief. "Glad you understand."
"But I'm going to be right after her," Rumi said huskily, rubbing her breasts against him for emphasis. "Are we in agreement?"
Fearing what would happen if he refused, Izuku nodded. Rumi smiled, inching toward his mouth. "Well then. How about we get started?"
"M-Maybe we should wait for the others though," Izuku pointed out nervously, but Rumi gave a small nip to his nose in response.
"They'll be able to catch on quick," Rumi reasoned before aggressively capturing Izuku's lips in a heated kiss, her tongue wrestling around with his. While taken aback, Izuku couldn't help but pull Rumi closer to him, breasts pressed against his chest as he got into it. His hands trailed along the sharp contours of muscle as they furiously made out, and he doubted he would ever get tired of it.
As they were getting into the swing of things, however, a loud "Ahem" sounded from the doorway. Breaking apart from each other with a brief trail of saliva connecting their lips, Izuku and Rumi looked at the door where a noticeably moody Ochaco was standing, arms crossed over her black tank top and shorts.
"I thought we agreed to wait until everybody was together," she said, eyebrow twitching.
"I see you finally made yourself known, Uraraka. I could hear you breathing angrily through your nose this whole time," Rumi said, trailing her hands up Izuku's chest. He grew a little puzzled by her choice of words.
"Known... Wait, Ocha, how long have you been standing there!?"
"Since the baby part." Ochaco seemed a little miffed. Izuku's eyes widened in alarm.
"T-That was just a joke! A joke, I swear! We're nowhere near ready to have kids."
"Or are we?" Rumi grinned as Izuku grimaced in fear at Ochaco's reaction, who only sighed.
"Stop freaking out, Izuku. Sheesh. I'm not angry. She's clearly teasing you. But I can't say I'm not a little irritated you started prematurely."
"So you are angry!"
"Relax, big guy. Like I said, they can catch up." With that, Rumi resumed kissing Izuku without delay, practically inhaling his tongue as she dove back in.
"H-Hey," Ochaco said indignantly, jumping onto the bed herself and kissing at Izuku's neck. Overwhelmed, Izuku let the two get carried away. A part of him wanted to wait for the remaining girls, but clearly Ochaco and Rumi's baser instincts had taken hold of them. He registered this hazily in his sexually clouded mind, responding to Rumi's aggression with stronger kissing of his own, their tongues doing a thirsty tango as he felt rumpled clothing trailing all over him.
Just as Ochaco managed to force herself in for a kiss once Rumi decided to make a small break, another "Ahem," came from the door. They all looked to see Momo, Itsuka and Kyoka standing in tank tops and shorts of their own.
"I should've guessed Rumi would be jumping Izuku based off how she stared at him during dinner," Kyoka said drily. They all proceeded to the bed, with Rumi and Ochaco letting the other girls in close.
"Eri's finally asleep," Itsuka said, fingers crawling up Izuku's torso. "No interruptions."
"Just us," Momo breathed, cupping Izuku's face. "Even if you got started without us, we've got time now."
Izuku nodded. "You read my mind."
Momo went in for a kiss, slowly massaging Izuku's shoulders as they began making out. It was slower than before, more measured. Elegant and distinctly Momo. Itsuka and Kyoka darted in to kiss at his neck, hands rubbing up and down his body. Tops became strewn across the floor, bottoms pulled off, and soon enough they and Izuku were entirely nude. Ochaco and Rumi watched from the side, now out of the action.
"We jumped the gun," Ochaco muttered. "I guess we owe it to them to have the first go..."
"Maybe," Rumi said, tugging at Ochaco's own top. "But I don't like sitting still when I'm all hot and bothered."
"Clearly," Ochaco breathed, accepting Rumi's surprisingly tender kisses as she laid down on her, open bathrobe sliding open more as her nude body pressed into Ochaco's. Her breasts weighed down against Ochaco's through her clothes, and they began exploring one another in earnest.
With the others, Momo had taken the time to insert herself upon Izuku. Throwing her head back at the familiar sensation, she rocked her hips gently, the perfect starter to a night of passion. Her black hair tickled Izuku's left shoulder as they continued making out, curvaceous body rubbing along every part of his it could find.
She pulled back, allowing Itsuka and Kyoka to have their turn at making out as she satisfied herself with riding him. The girls took turns kissing him, overwhelming his senses with hot breaths and continuous caresses. The sheer desire they were directing toward him was heady and served to amplify his stiffness. The pulsing veins tickled Momo, and she began greedily sucking breaths as she bounced up and down. Her massive ass met his hips with every bounce, large breasts jiggling in earnest. With a final few moans, the searing heat reached its highest peak inside her and his climax erupted inside her, making her cum as well. Screaming, her nails dug into his hips as she let the pleasure rock through her. With a few more gentle bucks, she pulled herself off him, panting as cum leaked out of her pussy.
Seeing her chance, Kyoka reached down to gently stroke Izuku's dick back up to full mast as Itsuka took over sole kissing duties. She used her jacks to further stimulate Izuku, making him moan. The cock began twitching back up as she stroked it, and she guided into her own entrance once it had become completely erect. Moaning deep and low as it entered her, Kyoka mimicked Momo's movements from before and set about slowly rocking into Izuku in a cowgirl position.
Pulling away from Itsuka, Izuku decided to take some initiative of his own. He stopped Kyoka's gentle rocking to instead press her down on the bed instead. As he bent over her, he began to pump his cock inside her as her legs wrapped around him. They began kissing again as they fucked, Itsuka crawled over Momo to reach them. She hugged Izuku from behind as she kissed at his shoulder blades and neck, seeking to show him every bit of affection she possibly could.
Kyoka eagerly accepted the pounding Izuku was giving her, the bursts of euphoria she experienced as he thrust into her as blissful as always. She bit at his lips as they kissed, matching his powerful thrusts with bucking of her own that drove her mad with lust. She hugged him close, the heat building inside her until at last she ended up throwing her head back in a yell, lying down on the bed and out for a bit like Momo.
Seeing her chance, Itsuka circled around until she was facing Izuku, grabbing his face and proceeding to make out with him. Their lips slid off one another as they kissed, the hot, wet feeling driving them forward. Her shapely body pressed into his, fire coursing through their veins as they kissed.
Flipping her around, Izuku gratefully massaged her butt as he lined up with her entrance. A month or so later and he was still completely fascinated with her behind.
"Did seeing Setsuna get you all riled up?" Itsuka asked teasingly, wiggling her ass for him. "I saw you staring at her butt."
"Yours is looking way better right about now," Izuku said, thrusting into her. Itsuka yelped before going into a low moan.
"This giant ass is all yours," she said, hissing as Izuku began picking up the pace immediately. She gasped, taking shallow breaths with more of his thrusts. The sheer potency of his dick was a near-diving experience, the power with which he would push it into her another vital part of the allure. She loved being torn apart by him, loved it more than anything else.
She'd find herself thinking about Izuku during her time off, eagerly rubbing her thighs together as she'd anticipate their nightly ritual of intercourse. Knowing that this wonderful experience was waiting for her almost every night made her happier than she could possibly put into words, and it was with the utmost delight that she approached her climax, throwing her head back and screaming even as Izuku's cum gushed out of her pussy. She lay panting as Izuku exited her, already preparing herself for when he'd fuck her next.
On the other end of the bed, Rumi and Ochaco had gotten friskier with one another. Ochaco had been massaging Rumi's breasts as they made out, squeezing the pliable mound in her palm with her pinky raised. She pulled away from the kiss to give it a small lick past the bathrobe lapel, proceeding to suck on it. Rumi gave a low moan, pressing Ochaco into her chest. Once she was done, they resumed kissing. It was by this point that Izuku had begun his attack on Kyoka, and they decided to move things along.
Shuffling, Ochaco and Rumi lined up their cores. Rumi was too horny to even think of taking the robe off, and so they scooched close to one another and began to trib.
Sitting up straight, the two ground their pussies together, huffing and panting the whole while. Their lower lips in intimate contact with one another, they held one another at arm's length, egging one another on to keep their lustful act going.
Once Izuku had moved on to Itsuka, they got closer to one another until they were hugging one another tight. The greater amount of skin-on-skin contact heightened their tribadism, their pussies sliding over one another as they placed their chins on one another's shoulders and looked at Izuku dominating Itsuka. The sight of their encounter only served to heighten their own arousal, and they came with needy moans once Izuku finished within Itsuka. Riding down from their first proper high, the women pulled away from one another and crawled forward to finally have their turns.
Rounding on them, Izuku eagerly accepted Ochaco and hoisted her up by her legs and pressed her back into him. His cock, still erect and ready, reached up toward her pussy as he pulled her legs against her. Once he entered her, Ochaco's eyes practically rolled back into her skull as he began thrusting and pulling her down onto him.
After cumming with Rumi, she was a little sensitive, and this served to drive her hormone addled mind even further as his dick ravaged her. Her curvaceous body moved with every thrust he made, the full nelson lock he held her in driving her nuts. She had begun drooling without even knowing it, the lust in her eyes growing more potent with each passing second.
Panting harder and harder with each thrust, Ochaco had no capability of thinking straight. She had been addicted to Izuku longer than anybody else there, and that dependency drove her mad. Gasping and moaning, she began moaning louder and louder with every thrust. Once Izuku's seed exploded inside her, she was left throwing her head back as Izuku pulled her into him even tighter, the fierce fire raging between them driving her insane.
Sliding off him, Ochaco took this moment to rest. She didn't seem too winded, however, and surveyed that the other girls had begun rousing themselves back up. She took to watching as Rumi finally had her turn with Izuku, who worked her out of her bathrobe and held her muscular body close.
They wasted no time kissing again, Rumi's powerful legs wrapped around Izuku's waist. Izuku inserted himself into her without pause and they were finally off. Rumi gasped in satisfaction as he entered her, enthusiastically bucking her hips to eke out every iota of pleasure from this encounter she could. They continued to make out furiously, the heated exchange driving the two further up the wall with every passing second.
Thrusting into her, Izuku found Rumi's strength a pleasant break from the typical care he had to exercise. He thrust into her with abandon and she'd meet him, matching with every ounce of strength possible. Pulling away to make another saliva trail, the pair took this moment to gaze into one another's eyes. Each saw green or red orbs of love and desire, the furious pace of their hips only amplifying it with each second.
Izuku held Rumi close, kissing at her neck as he thrust into her. She moaned from the contact, pressing him into the crook of her neck, encouraging him to continue with his ministrations. The sheer passion he exhibited with his every move enraptured her, and she reaffirmed right then and there that she was determined to have the man's child no matter what it took. It was with an elated gasp that she came after, Izuku climaxing inside her in a gooey, hot mess.
Pulling back, Izuku noticed that the other girls were sitting up, recovered from their daze. They looked at him expectantly, and he would be remiss if he didn't oblige them. He grabbed Momo, bringing her into his lap as he thrust into her. The girls crowded around him as he began doing so, nipping, and sucking at both of their bodies, caresses and soft kisses landing wherever they could reach.
The hour wore on, each girl having several turns with Izuku. He never once grew tired, able to keep going with all of them. Momo experienced her favorite, the carry fuck, thick thighs wrapped tightly around his torso. Kyoka was piledriven into the bed, gasps echoing out against the blanket as Izuku railed into her. Itsuka was perhaps the neediest, taking the most opportunities to squeeze him between her arms as he fucked her. Rumi settled for somewhat more dominant positions, albeit with Izuku retaining a slight degree of greater control as he'd grab her hips and grope her breasts from behind.
With the rest of the women satisfied, Izuku had rounded toward Ochaco for his final climax. The two were panting heavily, Izuku lying down on her in a familiar mating press, the sheer strength of his thrusts more than enough to keep Ochaco entranced. She made out with him amid the exhausted forms of the women around them, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy at a near lightning speed. Sucking at his tongue, she held him tight as she could without making him accidentally float.
Her mind began growing blank again, the more he pounded her the more white she began seeing in her field of vision. She was seeing less and less of the room the more Izuku fucked her, the sheer ecstasy of the moment driving her temporarily mad. It was with desperate gasps of breath that she began uttering his hero name, "Deku" over and over. She whispered it with all the love and passion she could muster, and it grew progressively louder with each thrust.
"Deku, Deku, Deku..."
His thrusting continued unabated, entirely focused on driving it all home to a miraculous climax.
"Deku, Deku, Deku!"
Izuku saw white begin encroaching on his field of vision. He whispered, "Quiet down. For Eri," as he continued railing into her. He could feel the climax coming soon, and while Eri was on the other end of the hallway, they did have to make sure to keep the volume down a little.
Nodding, Ochaco was at least able to register that much even as she felt the fire inside her reach its hottest. She panted, continuing to say Izuku's hero name over and over. She felt his cock begin to twitch, and she hurriedly said what was on her mind.
"Deku, I'm yours! I'm yours! I'm yours, Deku! I love you! Deku! Deku! Dekuuuuuuuuuuu~"
Squealing with a final yelp, Ochaco's last climax washed over her just as Izuku's speed overflowed inside of her for the final time that night. He ejaculated for several seconds straight, continuing to fill her up with his seed until the cum was practically pouring out of her. Squeezing tight as they rocked through the last shockwaves of pleasure, they then slumped to the bed in one another's arms.
It took a solid minute for the two of them to get moving, but once they did they found they had created quite a mess. Calling the sheets ruined was an understatement. It was more like they were decimated.
"Look, we're clearly not going to be making any less of a mess as we keep going," Rumi pointed out. "Can't you whip up some special sheets, Momo?"
"These are already the most resistant I could create," Momo said. "I know the makeup of what I create, but making something entirely, erm, stain resistant? Out of my area of expertise."
"Well, Rumi has a point," Izuku said. A shadow crossed his face as he began talking. "I didn't want to resort to this, but I'm kinda tired of having to change the sheets almost every night. One of us needs to go to Melissa to see if she can whip something up for us. There's this special nanotech she uses which is pretty versatile. Like, really. Kinda wondering if she can convert that into bedsheets, as stupid as it sounds. It's not the type of stuff you'd sell at your local retailer."
"Embarrassing, but I'm sure she'd understand," Itsuka said as they sidled over to the bathroom. Izuku grabbed the showerhead nozzle and began rinsing her, getting the soap ready. "It's not like we need to tell her about the rest of us."
"She's not who I'm worried about," Izuku said darkly. "Thing is, Melissa's brilliant and she's always in demand from support companies around the world. Something as low priority as bed sheets might not be something she could create for us within even six months. Which means we'd have to go to our other gadget friend."
Everybody stiffened at that. "Oh, Christ," Kyoka muttered. "Please don't let it be her! Not her, absolutely not her!"
"It's me!" Mei Hatsume thrust her fist in the air in front of a depressed Ochaco, prominent cleavage bouncing inside her trademark black tank top. They were standing inside her local workshop, the typical clutter of various junk and failed support items lying around while a mass of large mechanical suits hung around from the ceiling. As it happened, Mei had been in the area and visited her local workshop where her noticeably beleaguered employees were milling about, on edge with their hyperactive boss checking in on their progress. They had Ochaco's sympathies.
Why did you jinx it, Kyoka? Ochaco wondered morosely, deftly refusing each of Mei's offers to try out her clearly fatal pieces of equipment. Ochaco was pretty sure she saw something very sharp poking out of one, but she was too afraid of encouraging Mei further to get enough of a proper look.
As it turned out, Melissa was extremely busy. She had taken on a new project designing a new, ultralight armor that could be layered within the layers of fabric in hero costumes. It was a further improvement on the previous model, with Melissa looking to blend freedom of movement with protection as strong as tungsten. Alas, that meant that Mei had been their only other option. Not the ideal outcome, Ochaco reflected as Mei lobbed a metal casket that smelled obscenely rotten, like something had died in it.
Immediately erasing the item from her memory as she threw it over her shoulder, she clapped her hands together to get Mei's attention.
"Look, Hatsume, I'd love to chat but we've both got work to do. I came here because I need to ask you for a favor."
"A favor? You couldn't have called me for this? I'm busy, you know!"
A vein ticked up in Ochaco's temple. She took a deep breath before continuing. "I know. Especially as you didn't return any of my fifteen texts or calls today."
"Oh, dang, that many? I don't really check my phone too much!" Mei laughed.
"Clearly. Look, me and Izuku were hoping you could make something for us. It'll be a bit of a challenge."
Mei practically zoomed into her personal space at that, causing Ochaco to step back in alarm. "Challenge!? What kind of challenge!?"
As Ochaco relayed her request, Mei began snickering. "Ohhhhh, I get it. You guys are too sloppy at night, so you're asking for the most professional help you can find to assemble these miracle sheets for you!"
Deciding to refrain from bringing up that Melissa was their first choice, Ochaco asked, "Can you do it?"
"Well, Melissa's nanotech has always been a little tricky for me to get the hang of, but I thrive off random pet projects like this. I can have it prepared in about... a month!"
"Excellent! We really owe you for this, Hatsume."
"Eh, what are friends for?"
Just as Ochaco was about to say her goodbyes, a familiar voice began ringing out behind her.
"Helloooo? Hatsume, are you here?"
Mina came through the door, pulling at several holes she'd made in her outfit by her stomach. "I've been texting you all morning. Least you can do is reply. My acid's been getting too strong again and Melissa's busy, so I was hoping—" She stopped upon seeing Ochaco.
"Oh. What a coincidence."
"I'll overlook your rude comment about me being second place to Melissa and see what I can do," Mei said, poking her head between the two girls, the prospect of more work making her eyes shine with a manic gleam as she stared at the tears in Mina's suit. They both firmly pushed her away to get her out of their personal space.
"So harsh!"
"Bed sheets, huh," Mina said mischievously as she handed a crepe to Ochaco. The two were sitting down at a park in civilian garb, having a quick snack together. "You girls are freaks, huh? I bet Midoriya has his hands full."
"Minaaaaa," Ochaco whined, shoving at the girl even as she laughed. "It's so exhausting, changing them all the time! I mean, would you want to sleep in the bed when it's a mess like that?"
"Only somebody with a weird fetish would do that," Mina said. She winced. "Oh God, you don't think—"
"Mineta? Yeah. I was hoping you wouldn't mention him. He's the type."
The girls shared a disgusted shudder.
"Sorry. But still, it's a pretty ingenious application of stuff like that. I mean, bed sheets? Seriously? Midoriya would think up something like that. Guess he's always been kinda pervy, in his own way."
"He just thinks outside the box," Ochaco said. She stared out at the lake. "You know, I did kinda push him into this, but it really is happening. We've got four extra people in the house nowadays. You'd think there'd be drama with it, like I know you were hoping for."
"Girl, I'm still not over it. Gonna have to crash at like, seven or eight because I stayed up the other night."
Ochaco giggled. "But it's nice! I just..." She sighed contentedly. "I already had this life with Izuku, and it was more than I could've dreamed of, but now I'm part of this experience with people we've known for years and I can't say it's anything less than wonderful."
Mina gave her a tranquil smile. "That's... good to hear. I'm happy for you all."
"Mhm." Ochaco took a few more bites of her crepe as a comfortable silence fell. There was still a question that lingered at the back of her mind. She was comfortable enough to ask it, but she was still somewhat hesitant. It'd mean confirming something that had been in the back of her mind the past few years, and she wasn't sure if her or Mina were ready to acknowledge it.
Sensing her friend growing pensive, Mina asked her what was up. Ochaco remained quiet for several more seconds before coming right out with it.
"Do you like Izuku?"
The silence turned uncomfortable.
"I... what?"
"Izuku. Do you like him?"
Mina began chuckling nervously. "C'mon Ochaco, where's this coming from? Yeesh, just because he's got girls all around him now doesn't mean anything about me! Besides, I go for the suave, dashing types! The pretty boys! Midoriya's great, but he's uh, y'know. Midoriya. He's a dork!"
Mina's tone grew more exaggerated as she went on. "He never shuts up about heroes, and then when you try to point his muttering out to him, it's like he's suddenly rediscovering you're there. Just, snap! Like that. Oh, and then when he gets all focused and stuff, he goes absolutely crazy and pulls off the scariest stunts! What's with that? Not too many girls can handle a super high maintenance guy like that, when he's always saving the world. Don't get me wrong Ochaco, I'm not dissing him. He's cute and all but, I mean... c'mon! C'mon..."
She stared at the half-eaten crepe in her hands. She had to restrain herself from squeezing it, lest the berries and whipped cream remaining inside spill out.
"Yes," she whispered, in a voice so small it didn't even sound like her anymore.
On the northern edge of the city lay a heavily fortified bunker. Getting in required several passcodes and ID checks, as well as a blood test. Izuku just finished doing that last step to prove he wasn't an impostor. He was escorted down into the facility to the bottom level: a laboratory.
Various testing chambers were littered throughout the area, men and women in HAZMAT suits or other protective gear milling about. Inside each chamber lay a Nomu stretched out on a steel table. Robotic arms were operating on them, keeping the scientists at a safe distance should they awaken.
"This is more a morgue than a lab," Izuku commented. "Shigaraki killed a lot of people, but the amount still disturbs me. This is just the batch you found in the past two weeks?"
"Including that High End from yesterday, yeah," Tsukauchi said. "Are you sure you need to be here? I could've just told you the results of the test after."
"I felt obligated to see this in person," Izuku said. "I was thinking about why Awase was feeling lightheaded when he wasn't harmed at all, from what I could see. But then I heard about those train passengers whose quirks mysteriously disappeared. I have to see whether my fears are correct. With so many Nomu and PLF resources still unaccounted for, Japan's recovery could be knocked off course if we're not careful."
"Well, let's pray this is one of those occasions you're wrong," Tsukauchi said. They stood in front of the chamber at the end, standing safely behind the reinforced glass as they observed the now deflated body of the High End Nomu that had been apprehended. A balding, bespectacled middle aged scientist waved at them as he controlled the robotic arms. He subjected the High End to various tests, stabbing at it, subjecting it to blunt force trauma, even lighting it on fire.
"Durability is about right," the balding scientist mused. "But it would still take an immense amount of effort."
"Pardon me, but is this really necessary?" Izuku asked. "Wouldn't the blood test prove the point?"
"Science isn't about proving the point once, it's about proving it as many times as you can," the man chortled. He pulled open a refrigerator by the side, taking out a vial of blood. It wasn't difficult to discern that it was from the High End.
Inserting the vial into a centrifuge, the scientist let the device whir through the process. When it was finished, he pulled it out and twisted the cap as he inserted it into a second machine by a computer monitor.
"Commencing analysis," the scientist droned, punching a few keys. "Drawing up subject A41-2, AKA Tomura Shigaraki, from the database... There."
The results showed on the screen, a pair of double helixes appearing. It was all Greek to Izuku, who simply let the scientist do his work. After a minute of silence, the man clicked on the test again. A minute passed. He redid the test a third time. A fourth. A fifth.
"Doctor?" Tsukauchi asked just as he had finished the sixth time. The man sat back in his chair, taking off his glasses.
"How did they do it?" the man mused.
"Do what?" Izuku asked, already knowing the answer.
"There are differences of course, but it can't be denied. While immensely inferior, this High End possesses a copy of All for One. It's what allowed it to steal those quirks and, if it had any space left, it would've stolen Welder's as well."
Lip pressing into a grim line, Tsukauchi affixed Izuku with an immensely serious glare. "You need to stop being right all the time."
Taking a deep breath, Izuku said a brief thanks and goodbye to the scientist before heading back to the elevator, talking to Tsukauchi as he trotted beside him. "Above all else, we keep this top secret for now. Nomu hunting becomes our biggest priority, and we reorganize heroes however we need to and set up even more teams to look for these things. Tsukauchi, you're going to be consulting with the Commission on how to put this all together."
"Of course I am," Tsukauchi muttered sarcastically. "And where are you going?"
The elevator dinged open. "To talk with the victims. Any clue, no matter how irrelevant it seems, might be that one vital bit of knowledge we need against these things. It's too optimistic to think there's just a single Nomu with All for One out there. As of right now, we have to assume every last one could hold a ticket to Shigaraki exacting his reign of terror again."
The elevator door slid closed, bringing the two men back to the surface level again. The scientists continued with their business, a near-imperceptible note of extra urgency now in their steps. The monster known as Tomura Shigaraki had clenched his fist around their hope for a brighter tomorrow once again. They couldn't let him succeed a second time.
Harem List:
Ochaco Uraraka
Momo Yaoyorozu
Itsuka Kendo
Kyoka Jiro
Rumi Usagiyama
Indirect Confessor List:
Mina Ashido
PHEW, that chapter took a lot out of me. As you can see, it was stacked from top to bottom in more ways than one. Love between Izuku and the girls, the promise of further love involving Mina and ALL FOR ONE NOMUS!? Things are beginning to heat up if I say so myself. I hope you're as excited to see where things go from here as I am.
Harem order: Ochaco, Momo, Itsuka, Kyoka, Rumi (Mirko), Mina, Toru, Mei, Tomoko (Ragdoll), Tsuyu, Nejire, Nemuri (Midnight), Ibara, Ryuko (Pixie-bob), Kaoruko (Bubble Girl), Melissa, Yui, Camie, Shino (Mandalay), Setsuna, Moe (Burnin'), Ryuko (Ryukyuu), Pony, Yuyu, Reiko, Kinoko, Himiko.
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