Chapter 7

Thanks to Halfazn and PasiveNox for your support. And thanks to Fencer29 and StandandDeliver for your ideas. I love hearing from the imagination of others. Its spurs my muse into action.

Sorry, for the long delay. I gotta stop worrying about the small stuff and just write. Ah, well. Practice, practice, practice…

And, uh… NSFW warning.

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It was a joke. Or, it was supposed to be. He had only said it to make his girlfriend laugh. Having been apart for a month, he thought about their time together… naked, often. Never in his wildest imagination would he imagine that a girl he was in love with might think the same way. Sure, she teased him, but now she wanted to be with him; " was eager to be with him" was more like it. They were halfway to the train station and his feet hadn't touched the ground yet. It wasn't till she realized people were staring at them that she looked back at her boyfriend being dragged by his lapel, hovering a few feet off the ground.

"Eep. Sorry, Izuku." And she steepled her fingers together releasing her quirk.

Izuku landed with practiced ease, "It's ok." He turned and gave an embarrassed bow to a police officer that looked ready to give them an earful about public quirk use. Ochaco bowed to him quickly and picked up her pace to the train station.

On the train, it wasn't overly crowded but they couldn't find any open seats. Standing near the door, Ochaco turned her back to him. He was disappointed, not sure what she was thinking, until she reached back and grabbed his hand and brought it around her stomach. He pulled her close, savoring the warmth of her body even through their school blazers. He could feel her boobs resting on his forearms as she leaned into him. He took a quick look around to see if anyone had noticed. Only a pudgy, senior woman was watching them, her hand up to her mouth as she giggled. The train lurched as the brakes were applied and Izuku held Ochaco tighter, hefting her boobs up as the elderly woman broke into a laugh. Ochaco just turned and looked like she was going to say something to Izuku, but only smiled. Izuku nearly cried with how much love he felt for her right then.

Finally reaching her apartment, Izuku wrapped her in his arms from behind and kissed her neck until she turned her head enough to kiss him. One whole month of being away from really too long. He traced the buttons of her blouse up to her neck, allowing his wrist to lift her breast before it slid back into place with a bounce.

Ochaco finally turned to him and pushed him away, "I need to shower."

The time without her was torture, not because he had a raging erection and blue balls to match. OK, not just because of that, but Izuku's mind started to fill with doubts again, even though he knew there was no reason to. "Do you want to fool around?" he'd asked. How many ways could one interpret that? What else could it mean? That one silly joke had become the whole reason he was now sitting in her empty living room, listening to the shower run, trying not to imagine her naked and wishing he was her bar of soap at the same time.

She stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel. "You should take one too," she said before he even had a chance to take a step towards her.

"Yeah, ok." He said automatically as he walked past her and entered the bathroom. He could smell her brand of soap as the humidity still held her presence here. Getting undressed and stepping into the shower, he turned it a little cold to try and clear the fog from his mind and take stock of his situation. He wanted to be here. He wanted to be with her. She invited him, so she wanted to be with him. Doubts aside, that should be obvious. He washed his hair and body with her soap and shampoo paying particular attention to his dick which had, in flag waving defiance of the cold water, refused to go limp.

After drying off, Izuku walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around him. A part of his mind told him this was stupid as there would be something wrong, she wouldn't be there, she would have another visitor, or just something would be there to embarrass him. Instead, Ochaco was laying on the futon, covers brought up to her bare shoulders as her large brown eyes watched him. She was blushing as her eyes roamed his body, and she turned redder as she gazed at his towel.

That wimpy, scared side of his mind was wrong, Izuku thought to himself fiercely. In defiance of his own embarrassment, he raised his arms to accentuate his stomach muscles and toned physique and rotated his hips in a circle. Ochaco, bit her lip, more to keep from laughing than in anticipation. But when the towel fell, it got hung up on Izuku's erection and just hung there, Ochaco busted out laughing. And laughed even harder when Izuku did a little shimmy causing the towel to wave like a flag before falling to the floor. He hadn't meant to do that when his towel got stuck, but seeing her laugh just made his day better.

Snaking one out from under the covers to reach toward him, she said, "Come here, you goof." She already had her sleeping mittens on, which was a soft cotton glove with three fingers cut off and only the pinky remaining.

He knelt as he took her hand and kissed her palm once before leaning in and kissing her deeply. He didn't want to rush things today. He wanted to make sure she enjoyed it. He pulled back from the kiss just enough to catch her tongue between his lips and give it a small suck. Ochaco gave a small whimper as she reached down to stroke his member. Izuku shuddered but pulled back out of her reach. It was too soon for that. He removed the blanket from her naked form and she saw his eyes soften as her breasts came into view.

He wanted her so very much right now. He wanted to be greedy and selfish, but he stomped that down. Today was not just to satisfy his own needs. He bent his head down to taste the nape of her neck, kissing and licking across her shoulder and over top of her chest. He licked down the side under her arm and across the underside of her breast. Her breathing was becoming more ragged as she held herself still for him. He traversed the distance to her navel and marked it with kisses and made her stomach muscles clench as he stuck the tip of his tongue in it.

At last, he opened her legs and gazed at the sparsely covered labia. Sure, he had had his hands and fingers down there before but he never took the time to explore the area except by touch. He looked up at Ochaco who was looking back at him through the valley of her breasts with only one eye, looking concerned and expectant at the same time. He could practically see her thoughts, "Will he really do it? What if he doesn't like it? What if it tastes bad? This is so embarrassing. God, I hope he does it."

Using his fingers, he spread her nether-lips apart, which were still dry on the outside, but the inner folds were already wet and slippery. Determined in his mind that they shouldn't be dry like that and dipped his tongue into the center and began to spread the slick liquid around to the dryer outer lips. Giving each fleshy fold attention, kissing and sucking on them as he wet them with his own saliva. He absolutely loved the short moans Ochaco would let out with each breath, almost like a mouse squeaking.

Izuku wanted to be sure her muscles were relaxed enough to take his dick when he put it in, so he shoved his tongue as far into her has it would go, feeling the pressure as her vagina squeezed back. He tried moving his tongue around to massage her inner muscles and relax them. Ochaco let out a long moan as she threw her head back. Her juices were now flowing freely, wetting his cheeks and chin.

Izuku felt Ochaco's fingers run though his hair. It made him feel appreciated, she seemed to enjoy the attention he was giving her. He saw no reason to stop.

Looking cross-eyed, Izuku saw a small nub of flesh at the top of her vagina where the folds came together. Playfully, Izuku stuck his nose on it as he reached inside her with his tongue. The hand running through his hair turned into a grip, holding him in place as she twisted her hips. He shook his head vigorously like a dog, hitting her clitoris with his nose at each pass. Ochaco moaned loudly, encouragingly, to Izuku's ears. He licked upwards flicking the little magic nub.

Ochaco's grip on Izuku's hair held him in place as he aggressively lapped and sucked her swollen clit. Her back arched as she squirmed and her orgasm shook her. Her hips twisted nearly throwing Izuku off her as they rode out her orgasm.

Her arms flopped to her side, her breaths were long and ragged. Izuku wiped her slick liquids off his face, looking at the twin peaks he had avoided thus far. He gladly indulged himself, pulling her hardened nipple into his mouth and licking it. Giving attention to her other nipple with hand, gently pinching and twirling the hardened nub before switching. Ochaco's panting moans encouraged him, thinking he may have given her another small orgasm as he switched to suck on the other nipple again.

He made his way up to suck on the nape of her neck again and collar bone before kissing her again. She reacted like he had touched something particularly sensitive again. He looked down as he realized his erection was poking against her groin. Settling close to her, he pushed his dick against the folds her pussy, sliding it up down the wet folds. Ochaco moaned out loud as she felt her clitoris get rubbed up and down Izuku's cock. He kissed her and she could only moan into his mouth.

"Izuku, please…" she breathed as soon as she got a chance. He seemed to have other ideas as he sucked on her breasts again. Arching his back to continue humping against her pubis. "Izuku! You can… put it inside…" she breathed almost pleadingly.

Realizing he'd been stuck in a mind-set, he somewhat regretted that fore-play was over. "A condom," he said, making to get up before she stopped him.

"Here," she reached under her pillow and produced a wrapped rubber. "Use this."

He took the condom from her and looked down as she lay there, flushed with sweat and excitement, with him kneeling between her legs. He held the condom in one hand as he took in her beauty, feeling closer to her than he ever had before. He lined up and thrust his cock into her. He could practically see her nipples reach for him as she moaned his name. He thrust in deep as he could, he could feel nothing but his cock awash in her slick fluids as her insides gripped him with warm intensity. He grabbed one breast and tweaked her nipple, causing her pussy to grip him tighter.

He ripped the condom open with his teeth. He didn't feel he would last very long at this rate, and pulled out of her. He felt an aching longing to continue as hurried to roll the condom onto his cock. She reached out to him as he plunged back into her. He hoped the layer of latex would allow him to last longer and it seemed to help, but, "I don't think I can last much longer."

"Yes, Izuku. Cum. It's ok." She pushed back against his thrusts, trying to get at much out of him as she could. They kissed as he repeatedly invaded her and she locked her ancles behind him, the head of his dick pressed against her cervix with each thrust.

He looked down, her face a mask of pleasure, her eyes glazed as she looked back at him, her breasts giggling and swaying in time with his thrusting hips. He felt he couldn't love her more if he tried, her look of pure bliss excited him. He wanted to see her orgasm again. He tweaked her nipple with one hand and reached between them to massage her clitoris with his thumb as he thrust as deep as he could, bottoming out with each stroke. Ochaco went nuts, twisting beneath him as she yelled his name. He gripped her hips and pulled them off the futon as he came, hard thrusts accentuated each pump as he felt his balls empty into her. She breathed heavily into his ear as they both came down from their orgasmic high.

He pulled out of her. The both looked down to find he had pulled out, leaving the condom dangling from inside her. They both gave a tired laugh.

"Sorry," he said as he pulled it out, intact, the contents still pooling at one end. He tied a knot in it and tossed it towards the waste basket. Not sure he made it or not, he just pulled Ochaco close to him and lay. He knew he'd have to go home soon, to avoid being grounded again, but for now, this is where he wanted to be. Tears leaked from eyes as he just absorbed the moment.

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Finding his way to homeroom the next day, Izuku waited for the other students to arrive. Most sat at their desks, since there hasn't been enough time for cliques to form. Finally, the one he was waiting for shows up.

"Hi," he said to the blue-haired boy as he too his seat. "Shinzo, right?"

"Yeah," he replied, "and you're Midoria…"

"That's right." Izuku said, "It's a pleasure to know you."

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but there really is no reason for me to even know that about you."

"But you're going into heroics, right? I can help you."

"Don't bother. You aren't even going to try for Heroics yourself, I really doubt there's anything you can show me."

"Just because I can't be in Heroics doesn't mean I can't help people." Shinzo just looks at Izuku curiously.

Mr. Ustada called the class to order. "As you may have noticed on your way in, the club groups are now in full recruitment mode. You are encouraged to join, of course. Some of you, however, may be too busy for such things. As you may have noticed on your syllabus, your core classes will take place in the morning. Afternoon, you have a two-hour block for a variety of things, usually self-study, but also the quirk and crisis management training that I mentioned yesterday. Today is self-study, but I encourage you to visit the clubs and take advantage of the experiences they have to offer.

"Except for two of you. Ms. Avido, your request has been approved. Report to the nurse's office after lunch," he said, handing her a note. She hissed, "Yes," as she did a small fist-pump. Mr. Ustada then held a note in his trunk out to Izuku, "Mr. Midoriya, you are also requested in the teacher's offices. Please try to show up early."

Izuku hesitated, but took the note in confusion. The only thing on it was an office number.

The morning was, indeed, filled with the standard math, literature, history, and science courses, but bumped up to a college prep level, such as advanced algebra, world history and politics, Victorian literature, and biology. More than a few students were looking a little lost and some were regretting their life decisions before the lunch bell rang.

At lunch, Izuku sat with Shinzo, though they didn't talk much. Izuku didn't bring up the subject of training, thinking he had to earn some trust before committing to working together. He did try to convince the bored boy to try and become friends, or at least good acquaintances, with Avido. No one should be friendless in a new school. He didn't succeed. The best he got was Shinzo promising he'd be friendly, but not actively becoming friends.

Izuku gathered his books and went to find the office number he'd been given. He wondered if he'd have time to check out some of the clubs. The Hero Appreciation club sounded right up his alley, though they sounded like hero otakus and fanboys, which, Izuku had to grudgingly admit, he was. Since he'd been isolated during middle school and ridiculed for liking heroes so much, he never thought there would be others who shared his interest.

After being directed to the Heroics Department, he found the office and knocked on the door as curiosity about what he was being summoned for once again tying knots in his stomach. "Come in." Was that All Might's voice?

He opened the door to find All Might standing there wearing his Silver Age costume. He couldn't help himself, screaming, "ALL MIGHT!?"

"Ah, young Midoriya. Just the student I wanted to talk to. Come in and shut the door." He did and All Might deflated into Toshinori Yagi, the costume, still sized for All Might hung limply around him.

Izuku was instantly concerned, "Is it safe for you to… you know…" giving a general gesture to all of Mr. Yagi.

"Don't worry. The teaching staff in the Heroics department knows about my secret. Besides, I get my own office. Being the number one hero has it's perks," he said with a laugh. "Please sit. We don't have much time, so I'll get right to it. I want you to work for me here at UA."

"What? Wait… what?" was Izuku's only replay.

"I need you to think like a fanboy for a moment. I have to be brutally honest with myself, and I need to you be brutally honest with me, too. Okay? Is there anything in my career that would suggest I would be a good teacher?"

That seemed like a weird question, considering All Might already was a teacher. After a moment of reflection Izuku changed his mind. He was hired as a teacher, but what experience did he have? He took a moment to go over the career of his idol hero. From the time he first noticed him, to the archived debut video of his arrival in Japan, to his research of All Might's time in America, and came up with… not very much. "There were those public service infomercials…"

"Those were scripted," he dismissed.

"Your public appearances for kids only on Children's day and Christmas events…"

"Spending less than 30 seconds with each child is hardly an educational moment."

"You, uh, you helped Ochaco and I train…"

"That was mostly you and you know it. Face it. The only thing that got me this job is my billboard ranking." Sure, he was number one by such a wide margin, but still, Izuku was forced to agree. "Luckily, I can use the school rules in my favor. Teachers are given the freedom to run their class however they see fit, so if I've determined I need a student assistant, then I can absolutely have a student assistant."

"Sure, that makes sense," Izuku said before it dawned on him, "Wait, you mean me?"

"Who better? You made a hobby out of studying quirks and set out to make it a career. You did such an outstanding job of training young Uraraka that she became the top scorer of not just the entrance exam, but also Aizawa's assessment test. You'd be able to see all of the student's quirks and help me with analysis and grading."

"And, I know your secret…" Izuku suggested. Though, not mentioning exactly how Ochaco became so strong was his own secret and made him feel like a hypocrite.

"And you know my secret, but that's only a bonus since I don't have to hide from you. Listen, I know I'm springing this on you at the last moment, but…"

"OK, I'll do it."

Yagi smiled, "That's what I expected from you, no hesitation. You're really helping this old man out."

"You're not old, Mr. Yagi."

All Might only laughed and pulled out a couple of blank note books and new pencils as he handed them to Izuku. "Here. Meet me out at training ground Beta. I'll go get the class and meet you there."

"Huh? You mean right now?" Izuku cried.

"No time like the present. Look, I'm sorry about not asking you sooner, but you have no idea how busy I've been. I just couldn't find the time."

"Sounds like you need an assistant for more than just teaching." Izuku said as he stood up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the familiar wording design caught his attention. On the spine of a book it read, "Teaching for Dummies" and held a bookmark that was far closer to the front cover of the book than it should be, all things considered.

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Izuku wasn't there for very long before All Might appeared and they waited together for the class to show up.

"What am I supposed to be doing here, exactly?"

In his buff form, All Might replied, "Just do what you always do. Get a read on their quirks, their advantages, their weaknesses, and their potential. We will watch them run though their exercises and simply write down anything you want to, then we hand them over with my own notes to their homeroom teacher."

"Aren't you sticking your neck out a bit far for me? I mean helping me train with Ochaco is one thing, but now…"

All Might's laugh cut him off, "If I'm being perfectly honest, I'm taking advantage of you, young Midoriya. I meant what I said, I have very little idea what I'm doing as an educator, but you have a knack for seeing the potential of quirks that I might miss. Why wouldn't I not take advantage…? Ah, here they come."

A large group of students walked towards them. As they got closer, Izuku was surprised by the sheer variety in the students and their costumes. From extremely tall to very short. On seeing Bakugo wearing grenades as gauntlets, Izuku couldn't help but slide sideways a bit behind All Might. The large man side-eyed the boy, remembering the burnt and waterlogged notebook that they discussed when they first met. He wondered which student set off such a reaction.

"Well, all right! They say 'the clothes make the pros', young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof. As of this moment, you can all consider yourselves… heroes in training! This is getting me fired up!" All Might boasted, encouraging the young students. "Time to show me what you've got, you bunch of embryos." All Might stepped to the side, "But first, a quick introduction."

He revealed Izuku slightly hunched over clutching a pair of notebooks and pencils. "This is my student assistant, Izuku…"

"Izuku!" shouted Ochaco in excitement.

"What the hell? What the fuck is Deku doing here!?" shouted Bakugo.

All Might winced, guess that answers that. He took a step forward, looming large over the students, "As I was saying, this is MY student aid, Izuku Midoriya. He will be assisting me, not just with the minor details, but also with analysis and evaluations. Please, introduce yourself."

Izuku straightened up and turned to face the group, "Um, hi. I'm Dek… I mean Izuku Midoriya. It's a pleasure to meet you all." He finished with a bow.

"I trust there will be no trouble with young Midoriya being here." His tone made this statement more of a warning. "With that out of the way, it's time to move you two steps ahead: an indoor battle trial! Most acts of heroism seen on the news occurs outdoors, where the news cameras and cellphones are. But in reality, this is only a fraction of a heroes' actual work. The majority takes place indoors; backroom deals, underground lairs, secret warehouses. The truly intelligent criminals stay hidden from the public eye and thrive in the shadows. For this exercise, you will be split into teams of villains and teams of heroes for two-on-two battles!"

"Isn't this a little advanced?" asked a girl with a frog-like appearance.

"Experience is the best teacher. But remember, you are not up against robots this time, you are up against real live opponents."

"Will you be the one to determine who wins?" asked a girl who was wearing way less than a guy with a girlfriend should be looking at.

"How much can we hurt the other team?" Bakugo asked, because, of course he would.

"Will we choose our partner or is it random chance?" asked a guy in a Gundam-esque style armor.

"Isn't my cape tres chique?" asked a blond kid in a more medieval style of armor.

Nervousness showed through as All Might ground his teeth, "I can't hear you if you all talk at once." He took a deep breath and consulting a slip of paper he pulled from his belt before continuing, "Now listen up. For this scenario, a group of villains will be guarding a nuclear device they plan on deploying. The heroes must stop this dastardly plan before it is too late. If the heroes can capture both of the villains or reach the nuclear core before time runs out, they win. If the villains can keep the device from the heroes the whole time, or if they capture the heroes, then they are victorious. Your team-mates will be randomly chosen by lottery."

The Gundam guy raised his hand, "Is this really the best way to do this?"

Izuku had been watching All Might get more and more frazzled the more he was interrupted. When he pulled a script from his belt and read off what amounted to a comic book scenario, more than a few students were rolling their eyes. He stepped forward, hoping to take some pressure off from his mentor, "If you think about it, Pro heroes from different agencies often have to work together depending on who responds faster or just who happens to be closer. There's no real to plan who you're going to be partnered with in a crisis situation."

"I see." Gundam armor responded, "Everything is training for the future. I apologize, please continue."

"Right," said All Might, "step forward and draw your lots." As they did, he continued, "And remember. My assistant, Midoriya, will be coming around to talk with you between matches. Please give him your full cooperation."

"Izuku," Ochaco bounced up to Midoriya cheerfully, "This is the best thing ever! To think you'd be working with All Might, I can't believe it!" Her poor boyfriend's eyes were wide and followed her bouncy movements intently. This was the first time he saw their costume concept come to life. It was black with pink body suit with oversized boots designed with impact resistance in case of a fall with a rounded wrist guards and belt, with an extra disc on each hip. She had her Plexiglas helmet under her arm and her black cape with pink trim flowed around her as he came to a stop.

"Heh, yeah. This surprised me as well." After taking in her costume, he was trying not to look at her directly since his brain seemed to only notice how skin tight her costume was. Over her shoulder he could see Katchan struggling to hold his temper as he glared at them. "But I have to take this seriously, so don't expect any special treatment."

"Ha! You'd better not. I wouldn't forgive you if you did. Besides I know you'll do a good job." She might have been leaning close for something more but was brought up short when Izuku took a step back. He glanced over her shoulder and gave an apologetic look and just held up a fist. She rolled her eyes and smiled again as she bumped her fist into his and skipped away to rejoin the other students. He continued to watch her find her partner… a floating pair of gloves and a pair of sneakers? Huh. She seemed pretty happy about it, though.

As soon as everyone was paired up, All Might stuck his hand into the lottery boxes and announced, "And the first teams up will be… Team A as the heroes, Team D as the villains. The scenario starts with the villain team already inside the building. Five minutes later, the heroes will enter. Use the time to try and think like a villain; get into that headspace. Don't be afraid to go all out, but if things get out of hand, I'll step in. the rest of us will be watching from the observation room."

Izuku realized Ochaco's team was up against Bakugo's team, something that the blond bomber seemed happy about. Giving Izuku one last glare, he smirked as he turned and left, leaving his partner to catch up; a plain looking blond kid with a thick tail wearing a fur lined martial arts gi. Ochaco seemed to realize this too and gave her worried boyfriend a thumbs up. She followed Bakugo's team out as the friendly pair of gloves followed and teased her about her relationship.

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"Yeah, I can totally see it. I mean he's just on the cute side of plain looking, ya' know? He's not like totally hot, but just enough…"

Ochaco had gotten to know Toru and the other girls in her class when they were changing in the locker rooms. They were generally ecstatic as the two top performers of the assessment test were girls, with her and Momo Yaoyorozu vying for the top spot. There was no animosity between them, though. Momo came off as a girl of culture, but was extremely friendly and straightforward. The other girls were quick to form a circle of friends with these two at the center. Momo looked more mature and was dubbed, by the very pink Mina Ashido, to be the motherly type, while Ochaco was the big sister, since she already had a boyfriend. She made no secret about it, especially during her initial panic that she might have to break up with him.

"Bite your tongue, Toru. He's totally hot. And, you're not supposed to look anyway. Come on, focus. We need a strategy."

"Ok, ok. So, I don't like the idea of fighting them head on. Ojiro's like a martial artist and Bakugo's way powerful. And, There isn't much I can do anyway."

"But, I think Bakugo's going to come gunning for us either way."

"Yeah, did you see the way he was glaring at your boyfriend? Do they know each other or something?"

"They went to school together, yeah, but Izuku didn't give me the whole story." Ochaco lied, "I think we should do our best to sneak past him. But if it comes to a confrontation, we'll have to split up. You do what you do best and find the bomb. That hot head is probably going to lone wolf it, so expect Ojiro to be left behind with the bomb, waiting for you."

"Roger that, no problem. We're kinda doing the obvious, though, right? No surprises?"

"Unless we have a sure-fire way to get around Bakugo, I just don't have any other ideas."

"Well, if you can create enough of a distraction, I can get to the bomb. OK?"

"I think I can do that." Ochaco said as she handed her partner a copy of the building's floorplan.

With that, the exercise started. Getting into a second story window was easy. Toru had already taken off her shoes and gloves. Moving as quietly as they could, Toru stuck her head around corners to look for trouble, then tapped Ochaco when the coast was clear.

They made it to the third floor when Ochaco heard a quiet, "Eep," and was yanked backwards and fell to the ground as the corner Toru had just peeked around exploded with heavy smoke. Bakugo was standing there as he waved the smoke away with one hand. "There you are. You and I are going to talk."

Ochaco stood up, never taking her eyes off the explosive teen. "Looks like you have this villain stuff down pat. Like you're a natural." Bakugo's eye twitched as he ground his teeth. "Where's your partner?"

"Like I fucking need him." He started walking towards her slowly. "That shitty nerd lied to me. You're going to tell me what the hell Deku is doing here."

"Deku? I don't know any Deku, so if you're looking for a quirkless kid to kick around and make you feel like a big shot, go get your rocks off somewhere else."

Bakugo lost it. "Stop fucking playing, you stupid bitch. Deku! That fucking shit hiding behind All Might lied to me. Why the fuck is he here?"

Ochaco's eyes narrowed as she growled out, "Say his name."

"The fuck?"

"He has a name. Say it!"

"He's a worthless fucking Deku and he always will be!"

"You're not going to touch him!" Ochaco yelled. "You want him? You'll have to go through me first."

"You fucking tell me or you're dead!" He leapt at her, blasting forward with his left as he swung his gauntleted right fist at her.

Ochaco stepped in to the punch like Izuku had taught her. She stopped Bakugo's right arm with her elbow and grabbed his cargo pants, activating her quirk on him as she made sure it traveled to herself as well. She lifted her pinky and tucked her head and jumped slamming the blond bomber into the ceiling and driving her helmet into his chin. Grabbing him fully, she braced her feet against the ceiling and twisted into a suplex and increasing their gravity from zero-g to three-g, before raising her pinky and driving Bakugo's back into the floor as he cushioned her fall. With the wind knocked out of him, she knew she had to create distance before he recovered and grabbed his harness, making her weight normal while making him weightless again, and threw him down the hall, smashing into the wall. With a slap, she created a gravity point on the wall behind her causing Bakugo to "fall" back down the hall towards her. He finally got some bearings and blasted the wall the moment before impact creating a hole he immediately fell through into the next room.

"I will Fucking MURDER YOU!" Bakugo roared.

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Yeah, I know. But both the manga and the Anime put a break at this same point as well, and it was about the right length, so…

As always, I welcome ideas, suggestions, and comments. Especially ideas.

See you next time.