"THE MORNING IS HERE! THE MOR -"

Usually whenever the All Might alarm beside his bed went off, he would jump in surprise, spurred from a nice dream, before quickly turning off the alarm, groan, and roll out of bed to get started with his day. Not today, however. In fact, the alarm to wake him up was pretty much unnecessary - he had already stayed up all night, staring vacantly at nothing, so he slowly moved his hand to the bedside and turned it off the moment it went off at six o'clock in the morning.

Adjusting himself to sit back against the pillows, Izuku sighed, his eyes feeling a bit scratchy but sleep not coming to him. He had tried to go to bed last night after returning inside the house, but he couldn't. Not when Monoma's words kept ringing in his mind, like the blonde was whispering the words directly into his ear over and over again, preventing him from sleeping restfully. And of course, thoughts of how much of an idiot he was and sadness kept him from completely falling into slumber, a tightness in his chest that would not release its hold no matter what as he sat, hunched, on his bed.

None of them ... none of them liked him. Not like, like-like, where he could hope that they viewed him in a romantic light, or like, like they considered him a friend. No, from what Monoma said, it was more like they just slept with him, competed with each other, and then laughed about it behind his back. It was ... it was so horribly out of character. Izuku clung to the hope that Monoma was lying. That there was no way Pony would do that. And - and Setsuna would sometimes get carried away with her teasing, but she wouldn't insult about him behind his back. And Yui would be deadpan and unexpressive, but she wouldn't think he was weird. Or - or Itsuka genuinely liked spending time with him, showing off her bike; she wouldn't do that if she secretly disliked him.

But ... but the more he thought about it, the more it made things make sense, and Monoma's words became less cruel and more stating the obvious. Why none of the girls would spend time with him after the dirty business, always stating that they didn't want him to get caught - Yui would give him a small kiss and leave, Setsuna would make sure he was okay after their rounds of domination and submission and send him off. Pony herself couldn't look him in the eye after their tryst - and it explained why Kinoko and Reiko didn't even look his way when he left last night. Monoma's words about Itsuka being tired of him, it - it made sense, especially when he remembered how angry she got at him for continuously sleeping around - she might be praying for him to somehow leave early.

Everything ... it just made too much sense, in his self-doubting and saddened mind, making him curl up into a ball on his bed and blink tears out of his eyes. Yui and Setsuna's insistence this wasn't something to make a relationship out of, Pony having sex with him and then running away, and Kinoko and Reiko's dismissal of him last night. Everything added up - and now he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

Does he ask them to stop sleeping with him? He shuddered slightly from the thought - that would be the nail in the coffin to make them stop talking to him, and he was awfully frightened of that. As hurt as he felt about them not liking him, he felt like crying if the only thing they used him for was taken away and everyone just outright admitted they had enough of him. Does he ... does he talk to Itsuka about what he was thinking? No, Monoma said that she hates him, he couldn't do that - she'd probably drop her big-sister behavior and laugh him out of the building.

So all he could really do ... was sit here and stew in his feelings. Izuku closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to his knees. It was going ... to be a very long day.


"Did anyone see Midoriya go for his run this morning?" Itsuka asked as she looked around the kitchen, her brow wrinkled. "I haven't seen him at all."

"Nope."

"Got no clue."

"Hmph." Ibara turned her head back to look outside the window, a pout on her face.

The girls were sitting around on the first floor, looking out at the thunderstorm raging outside. Since the downpour was nearly flooding the entire grounds, large currents of water flowing down the sidewalks Principal Nezu had wisely decided to close the school for the day, letting them take a three day weekend. The teachers would still be around in case any of the students needed them, but it was pretty much stated that today would have to be spent indoors. Which was making Itsuka somewhat worried for her other, as of yet unseen roommate.

"I don't think he'd run in this weather, but ..." she hummed worryingly, glancing around. "So no one's seen him?"

"He might've slept in," Yui said, still eating her banana near the counter.

"Midoriya, sleep in? I don't think so, he's usually one of the first ones up." Itsuka bit the inside of her cheek, but shook her head. "If he's in his room, I should check in, just to be safe."

"Let me, Prez," Setsuna grunted as she jumped up from her spot on the couch and stretched, walking towards the stairs. "I was grabbing my laptop anyway, I feel like today's gonna be movie day."

"Or 'catch up on Midnight's assignment' day," Itsuka reminded her, causing the green-haired girl to grunt.

"Bite me, Prez."

"Heh," Itsuka chuckled, smirking at her back as she went upstairs, and turned back to Ibara, who was still staring out the window at the lightning flashing in the sky. Stepping up to stand beside her, Itsuka peaked at her stony face a bit worriedly, "Ibara, you sure you're okay? You've been like this all morning."

"I'm fine, Itsuka," Ibara sighed, shaking her head. "Just ... reconciliating some things."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Like the person I thought I had gotten to know is utter garbage."

"... o-oh."

Upstairs, Setsuna had grabbed her tablet from her bed, then kept climbing the stairs. While she strolled up, she couldn't help but hide her grin. She had sent her ear to investigate on Reiko's floor last night once everyone went to bed, and had been very satisfied with what she had heard. If she was correct, Izuku had done both Reiko and Kinoko, not separately, but together - judging from both girls moaning at the same time! They had a threesome! That opened lots of doors for Setsuna, she excitedly thought - if Izuku was open for having some more threesomes, and Yui was down, she'd love to have some fun with the two of them - she wasn't going to pretend that Yui wasn't hot as fuck, and really needed some girl time. Two of them to dominate at the same time ... Setsuna suppressed a shudder at the very thought.

Once she got to Izuku's door on the upper floor, checking the time and seeing it was nine o'clock, she decided it was already way too late for him to be sleeping in and decided to just barge in. Opening the door wide, she said, in a sing-song voice, "Wakey wakey, Parsley, time to - holy shit, you look like hell."

The moment she got a good look at him, her wishy-washy thoughts of sex and teasing went down the drain - he was sitting cross-legged on his bed, still staring vacantly at his knees, the rings underneath his eyes dark. He was still wearing his clothes from yesterday, which had a noticeable stain on the front. For a second he resembled Shinsou, only palette-switched, and looking more tired than ever.

"Er - holy crap, dude." Setsuna took a few steps closer to look at him in more detail, her eyebrow raised, "you look like the dead."

"Uh - yeah." Izuku muttered, and that caused Setsuna to blink - his voice sounded like he was garbling gravel. Did he pull an all nighter?

"You good, dude?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and brushing some of his hair back, not noticing him briefly flinch at the motion. "You look sick. Were you up all night?"

"Uh ... kinda." Izuku looked away, unable to meet her gaze. Setsuna pouted for a bit, a bit miffed at getting ignored like this, but then an idea came to her, and she smirked to herself. Adjusting herself so she could sit behind him on the bed, she extended her arms, dethatching them to wrap around his body seductively, feeling up his abs beneath the shirt. Izuku let out a small noise, but she didn't consider it as she leaned against him, pushing her breasts into his back so she could whisper in his ear.

"Well, if you need an excuse to go to sleep," she was sure to make the words as sensual as possible, her breath tickling his ear, and she smiled widely at the shudder that passed through him, "I'd be more than happy to tire you out."

"I ..."

"C'mon, Parsley," She smirked, and her hands started tiptoeing down his front towards his pants, "I'm wondering if you have leftover mushroom I can taste -"

"No!"

Setsuna jumped a bit when Izuku said that much louder than he intended, startling her. Izuku had whipped his gaze back at her, giving her a small glare over his shoulder, but then he immediately realized what he had done, his eyes going wide and remorse overcoming him at once. Oh, god, he just rejected her! That's the only thing she likes about you, you idiot! Fix this at once!

"I ... I didn't ..."

"N-nah, it's okay, Parsley," Setsuna retracted her hands, giving him a small smile while feeling guilty. "I ... came on to you pretty hard, huh? Sorry, I should've realized you were uncomfortable, I shouldn't have done that."

"I ..."

"I'll let the girls know you're sleeping in," she stood up from the bed, flashing him the peace sign, "just try to get some sleep, okay? You look like you need it."

"I'm ..."

Before he could call out to her, however, she had left the room and closed the door gently, making sure not to make too much noise. He stared after her, guilt and remorse and anger bubbling in his chest, and he let out a small groan as his head hit the pillows behind him, moving his hands to cup his face.

Outside, Setsuna had to fight down the unwelcome feeling of guilt. Holy shit, she came on to him way too hard there, and sent him reeling. God damn it! She should've read the room! Setsuna sighed in disappointment, not that she hadn't been able to sleep with Izuku at that moment, but how she obviously made him upset. As she went down the stairs, she began wondering how she would be able to make this right, wondering if she could make him something to eat later, but before she could think of anything, she heard a few whispers on the third floor.

She poked her head into the stairwell and saw Kinoko and Reiko muttering to themselves, standing at the edge of the hall glancing up at where Izuku's room was. When they saw Setsuna coming down, they ceased their whispering and looked up at her, worry and curiosity on their faces.

"How is Midoriya?" Reiko asked, sounding concerned.

"Er - he's okay, just ... kinda stayed up all night," Setsuna shrugged, glancing back up at the room. "I'm gonna leave him alone for now, he might not be in the mood for anything productive today. Why do you ask?"

"Well ..." Kinoko hesitated briefly there, looking up the steps before sighing. "We, uh, kinda had sex with him last night, and it was awesome, but once we stopped kissing he was gone. Like, he didn't even say goodnight or anything! Like one minute we just kissing and the next he went up in a puff of smoke!"

"It was very strange," Reiko admitted, glancing back up the stairwell with her brow furrowed. "We thought that we were all having a good time, and I did get a bit carried away with kissing Kinoko - he, uh, really hit the spot - but when I turned to offer to let him stay the night, he was gone. I had thought that he went to shower off, considering - er, what we did, but the bathroom was empty as well as his room."

"Huh," Setsuna crossed her arms, looking perplexed. "Well, maybe he went to outside and talked to Monoma. I saw him hanging out outside our house when I went to bed. God, that guy. I really don't wanna wake up at like, 10:30 at night and see him hanging outside our house."

"Huh?" Kinoko blinked, whirling around. "That's weird, I thought Itsuka told him to go away at, like, eight o'clock. I saw them talking and him walking away before I went upstairs to get ready for Reiko and Midoriya."

"Really?" Setsuna raised an eyebrow. "No, he was still here, at, like, eleven." Her eyes suddenly narrowed, glancing up the stairs. "You guys don't think he tried to pick a fight with Parsley, do you? That's why he's looking so off?"

"Well, we'd have known about it, Monoma isn't exactly subtle when it comes to challenging Class 1A," Reiko said fairly, but still glanced up the stairwell. "But I say we only ask him about it if Midoriya comes to talk about it. It might not have even been Monoma - it may just be that something happened last night while we were together, and it made him uncomfortable." She looked particularly guilty at that, thinking to herself that Izuku may have been uncomfortable with what she asked him to do, hid it well, dipped out the moment he got the chance.

"Well, we gotta make it up to him!" Kinoko insisted, whirling around to her girlfriend. "If we end up having sex with him again later, we need to make sure to cuddle him! Aftercare is the best!"

"Yeah," Setsuna shrugged leaning against the wall while holding her laptop under her armpit, "I usually kiss him after I go all dominator on him, that makes him feel better at least."

"Well, we'll need to make sure he's okay before we have sex with him again," Reiko reminded her girlfriend, giving him a small smile, "but I do agree that I hope this isn't the last time he has a bit of fun with us. He's ... quite the sensual lover, I believe."

"Oh, I know," Setsuna agreed, laughing lightly, before a thought came to her. "Although, it is going to get kinda complicated with four girls fighting for his attention. Or, y'know, five if Pony wants to jump in there. We can't exactly make him visit each of us every day, y'know - he's kinda got a life outside us."

"If only there were a schedule," Kinoko laughed a bit at the thought, which Reiko also thought was funny. While they passed it off as a joke, however, Setsuna's eyebrow raised at the idea, or at least, the thought to at least make sure no one interfered with anyone's playtime. Maybe they could make a group chat where they could call dibs, or days where Izuku would go around and have sex with the person assigned to him. Well, it was something she could ask later - she still wasn't sure if Ibara knew, or if Itsuka would consider her too sacred to let in on the secret that Izuku was everyone's fuckbuddy, so she would have to inquire later.

"Well, we can ask whenever he comes down," Setsuna put the thoughts aside for now, holding up her laptop. "In the meantime, do you guys wanna watch Sword of the Stranger? I downloaded it last night to watch on the TV downstairs."

The girls let out a collective 'ooh' and nodded happily, following the green-haired girl down the stairs ... unaware that there was another green haired girl hiding on the other floor below them, having heard every word of what they had said and growing more and more scandalized by the minute.

Ibara swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes burned with tears with the indignity of it all. She had put away her own unsaid feelings once it became apparent that Pony held him dearly in her heart, and now to learn that not only was he toying with Pony's emotions, not only was he fooling around with her other two dear friends that were already in a relationship with each other (although she had absolutely nothing against polygamy - she didn't have to follow every verse in the Bible), now she had to learn that he had been sleeping with Setsuna as well. Was this before Pony, after Pony, before Kinoko and Reiko? Was this even the first time with Kinoko and Reiko?! Did Midoriya sleep with them, play with Pony's heart and then go straight back to the other girls?!

Heart ablaze, Ibara felt her patience snap, and she began storming up the stairs towards Izuku's room. There were words that needed to be said, and she hated to have to be the one to say them, but she felt as a hero, and as a friend, she needed to tell Izuku exactly how wrong this was, regardless of the consequences. The pedestal that Ibara had placed Izuku on, the one where he was a good person, a nice boy that charmed her with his adorkable actions, was irreparably broken, and she needed to let him know.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Izuku slowly got off of his bed, still feeling incredibly guilty about what just happened. God, he was such an idiot! Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, feeling small tears start to brim. This was the only thing that the girls needed him to do, the only thing that they would tolerate having him around for, and he just pushed Setsuna away. Would she tell the other girls, and they would start giving him the cold shoulder? For the first time, Izuku debated going out camping in the forest and staying there - it would work better than staying in this house where one wrong move would ruin everything. God, should he run downstairs and apologize? Say that he's changed his mind, he'll do whatever she wants? Would that make him come across as pathetic, not really meaning it, just accomodating to her emotions?

Before Izuku could despair any longer, however, there was a hard knock on the door, surprising him out of his slump. Before he could walk to the door to open it, expecting Yui or Pony or even Itsuka, the door opened of its own accord, and the knocker entered right away, fixing him with a hard stare. Izuku felt shocked and a bit scared when he saw who exactly it was who came to give him a visit.

"S-Shiozaki?" He asked a bit weakly, staring at her as she closed the door behind her, turning back around to face him properly. "Wh - what's up?"

"I need to speak to you, Midoriya." Ibara said coldly, trying hard not to betray the unexpected hit to her heart. Good lord, Setsuna was right - he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep at all, he looked absolutely exhausted. The hero in her wanted to push him back into the bed, hold him down with her vines, and not let go until he finally fell asleep - but she shook her head. She was not here to pity or coddle him. He needed to know what he was doing was wrong.

"I ... okay." Izuku nodded, taking a seat at his desk. Truth be told, he was feeling kind of weak at the knees - probably the result of not moving for eight hours at all. "What's ... what's up?"

"'What's up'?" Ibara repeated wearingly, glancing away and trying to find her words. She admittedly wished that at a time like this Izuku did not like All Might as much as he did - it was hard to call him out on his womanizing ways when their teacher's face was plastered on every wall in the room.

"I ..." Izuku tried to blink some of his exhaustion out of his eyes, raising a hand to rub at them "is ... is there anything I can help you with -?"

"You know, Midoriya."

Izuku immediately shut up when Ibara's gaze suddenly whipped to him, fixing him with a glare that was so unlike her it genuinely shocked him. She looked like she was three seconds from wrapping him up with her vines and throwing him around. Her fists were clenched, her dark eyes boring a hole into his head, and her lips were pursed.

"Before you had moved in, I was admittedly nervous." She told him, her voice low and cold. "I was scared that some pervert would come to our home, share our bed space, make us uncomfortable. It was so bad I stayed up the night before you came, frightened it would be Mineta or Kaminari or Sero. Someone who would take advantage of us, make us feel powerless. So when you walked in, I felt relieved beyond all imagining."

"I ..." Izuku's stomach dropped, a horrible feeling of guilt and sadness building up in him. He already knew where this was going.

"And then came truth or dare. When you gave me my first kiss. I will admit, Midoriya, that was not how I expected my first kiss with a boy to go ... but it did shoot some warmth into my heart. I had thought that you may be generally interested. So when you came out of the closet with Pony, your clothes ruffled and it being so obvious what had happened, those feelings had been squashed." Ibara quickly shook her head, getting out of her brief self-pitying. "But I endured. I saw how happy Pony was around you, so I allowed my feelings to be put away so you two could be happy." At this, Ibara's glare intensified, staring at him as though she was about to rip him into pieces. "And then last night, I heard you with Reiko and Kinoko in their bedroom."

"... Shiozaki, I ..."

"And now I learned that you were with Setsuna. And if what she implied is correct, Yui as well. You, Izuku Midoriya, have seduced all of my friends, played with their hearts. And that is something that I cannot forgive."

She suddenly found the mere sight of him unbearable to look at, not able to look at that look of puppy-dog hurt in his eyes, disgusted at herself for feeling sorry for saying this, wanting to apologize to the man who knows what he was doing was wrong. She spun on her heel, and opened the door, preparing to head back downstairs. Before she did, though, she paused, glancing back at him.

"I cannot forgive you for what you've done," she reiterated, "but if you look inwards to find forgiveness, hopefully that will be your salvation. If you know what is right, you'll reflect on this, and not hurt any of my friends again."

She then trooped through the door, closing the door silently behind her. There was no way she could know that Izuku slumped in his seat, the guilt and worry worsening with him, blinking tears out of his eyes knowing that he finally did it. One of the girls now outright hates him, not even pretending to hide behind a mask. And now, Izuku thought as he sniffled, after he rejected Setsuna, he knew that it was only a matter of time before the rest of the girls followed suit.


It was around four hours later, at one o'clock, that Izuku finally opened his door to go downstairs. Staying in his room all night and day was what he really wanted to do, but Izuku couldn't deny that he really needed to use the bathroom. Plus, his stomach was growling, demanding that he eat at least something. Izuku shuddered at the thought of any of the girls downstairs, doing something fun and having a great time until he came in and ruined it. Every part of him was screaming at the useless Deku to go back into his room, pretend he wasn't there - but he couldn't stop his feet from quietly going down the steps.

Finally, he reached the kitchen and living room, and glanced up, immediately wincing. There wasn't one girl there - they were all there. Setsuna and Yui were looking at their phones on the couch, gossiping quietly to themselves. Itsuka was seated in the chair, reading her motorcycle magazine with interest. Pony was sitting on the floor, reading a book, her hooves clopping together as she scanned the contents. Ibara was looking out the window at the rain pouring down hard, and Reiko and Kinoko had taken up the loveseat, cuddling.

Once Izuku's foot landed on the bottom stair, every eye turned to look at him, surprise on their faces. Izuku felt himself freeze up, an uncomfortable feeling in his gut as the girls looked over his pale face, his baggy clothes, the dark rings under his eyes, his normally floofy hair hanging over his face. Ibara let out a small huff and turned her gaze back to the rain, which definitely stung Izuku. Setsuna and Yui gave him small waves, which did nothing to assure him. Pony went slightly red, turning quickly back to her book, and Reiko and Kinoko shared a glance between each other, which only made the pain in his gut feel worse.

"Midoriya!" Itsuka said in surprise, looking up at him as he stiffly moved away from the stairs. "I - wow, you look like crap."

"I ... yeah." Izuku nodded numbly, turning to walk over to the ktichen where they kept their snacks to grab something small to eat from the cabinet - staying up all night and morning meant he was feeling more than a little hungry. Izuku ruffled through the cabinet, looking for something, unaware that Itsuka was stealing glances at him a bit worriedly as she picked back up her magazine, reluctantly turning to continue reading.

Once Izuku got what he needed, he turned to the table with a bowl in his hand, pouring the cereal in and sitting down. He wanted to eat upstairs, get away from the judgmental looks, but the pain he felt all night long forced him to sit down, the introvert inside him being at least a little soothed in being in someone else's presence, even though everyone was ignoring him. He stole a glance at the other girls gathered up in the living room, and felt the small pit in his stomach deepen. Ibara was pointedly not looking at him, staring out the window with a pout, which made Izuku sigh a bit to himself, having no one to blame but himself. Pony, meanwhile, had her eyes glued to her book, not even reading anything, her face going redder by the minute. Kinoko and Reiko were sitting side-by-side on the couch, looking awkwardly away from each other and Izuku, and Setsuna and Yui continued to talk quietly amongst each other, sharing glances at him. Izuku sighed a bit, and aimed his gaze to the table, eating quietly.

For a few minutes, everyone was content to sit in silence, doing their own thing, until Setsuna glanced around, thinking of what she had thought of this morning, and finally decided to just throw caution to the wind, plus interpreting Ibara's angry silence, considered now the best time to bring it up - everyone looked awkward already, so why not?

"So ..." she spoke out loud, glancing around - only Pony, Kinoko and Reiko looked up when she spoke up. "I'm guessing that ... everyone knows? About Parsley and everyone?"

After she said that, every little ambient sound in the room, the flipping of pages, the whispers, Izuku's eating, went dead quiet. The only sound they could hear was the thunder and rain pounding on the windows outside. Setsuna glanced around the room, trying to gauge a reaction. Itsuka, for one, slowly looked up from her magazine, her eyes narrowing, and turned to look at her friend. Pony went even redder, although if one were to look closely, they could see that her frown deepened. Ibara refused to look back from the window, but her hands were clenched into fists at her side. Reiko and Kinoko shared a glance, with the mushroom girl suppressing a nervous giggle. Only Yui was unfazed, turning to look at her friend with a curious look in her eye. Izuku, on the other hand, slowly stopped eating, putting his spoon down on the table.

"... so, uh ..." Setsuna laughed a bit nervously, glancing around again, "I'll ... take that as a yes?"

"Why are you bringing it up?" Itsuka grunted, returning to her magazine. "Yes, everyone knows. What's the point?"

"Oh! So Ibara, you know too?" Kinoko asked in excitement, turning to the vine girl staring out the window. She only received a huff in response, the religious girl not bothering to turn around and dignify that with a response.

"Alrighty, so if everyone does know ..." Setsuna giggled a bit again, this time out of just feeling genuinely unnerved - Itsuka and Ibara's obvious stances about this topic were making her a bit hesitant to continue, but the big dumb part of her brain kept talking for her. "... I was ... y'know, wondering ..."

"What?" Yui returned to looking at her phone, paying half-attention. "Speak up."

"... so how is this gonna work?"

At this point, Izuku, who still had not looked up at them at all, felt a bolt of uncomfortableness hit him straight in the chest, and feeling some of the air being taken from his lungs. It wasn't the sadness that hit him this time, however - this emotion felt even more uncomfortable.

How it's going to work. Like - how was it going to work with five girls. Posing that at the general room, not just with him. Like she wasn't considering his opinion important enough to discuss it with him in private, but only with him in the room. As though he was something to be passed along, person to person.

"... they don't actually care about you - it's more like something they can do as a game."

Monoma's words still echoed in his brain as Izuku felt his hand on the table curl into a fist, trying to control his breathing and the sudden stinging in his eyes.

"... Set, are you fucking serious?" Itsuka finally said, throwing her magazine to the side and turning her glare to the green girl in a mixture of anger and shock at the audacity. Setsuna, on the other hand, gave a small shrug, trying to control her nervous giggling.

"Hey, you said you weren't gonna try to convince us not to do it anymore," she laughed a bit, glancing left and right at everyone, "so why shouldn't we try to make it a bit more organized? Like - "

"Organized? Like you're just going to -!" Itsuka growled and grabbed the sides of her head, "Set, having sex with Midoriya isn't something you put on a schedule on the fridge!"

"I mean - why not?" Setsuna laughed again, glancing at Yui and seeing her nod. "Like, I get it, Prez, you're not interested. And neither is Ibara. But hey, some of the girls here would probably want to spend some time with him, and we don't need to accidentally get in each others' way, right?"

"Mm." Yui nodded in confirmation.

"So why don't we make some times for us to hang out? Like, Parsley, if you wanted to chill with me on Monday and Yui on Tuesday, then Pony on Wednesday and -"

"Okay, no." Itsuka finally stood up from the comfortable chair, glaring down at her friend. "No. This isn't happening. I'm putting my foot down this time."

"You said that you weren't getting involved anymore." Yui said immediately, a cold note in her voice as she stared up at her best friend. "I thought you weren't going to stick your nose in this. That is what you said."

"I wasn't, but now that you guys are taking the time to rent him out, I've changed my mind!" Itsuka replied just as coldly, not willing to step down this time. "I let this go since it was you guys coming on to him, so he wasn't technically breaking any rules Vlad King told him, but now that you're trading him around like luggage, it's one step too far!"

"Wh - luggage?" Setsuna scoffed. "C'mon, Prez, give us a little more credit than that!"

"I mean ..." Reiko said fairly, glancing between the three of them, "... Set, it is kinda weird you're pretty much asking us to schedule in whenever we want to fuck."

"Ooh! Does that mean you're in?"

"Well ... perhaps. I'll have to talk to Kinoko about it, but -"

"No!" Itsuka interrupted, whipping around to the ghostly heroine wide-eyed. "I'm telling you guys, you can't!"

"And who's gonna stop us?" Yui crossed her arms. "It's five against one."

"You -"

"I ..." the girls looked around to see Pony stand up, leaving her book on the floor; her hair hung in her face to prevent the others from seeing her eyes. When she finally mustered the courage to look up though, they were lit up, a serious frown on her face. "I'm with Itsuka!"

"... wait, what?" Setsuna blinked, a bit taken aback.

"Pony ..." Itsuka smiled down at her, thankful that someone had finally taken her side in this nonsense.

"I ..." she gulped again, but shook her head and moved to stand beside Itsuka. "... I don't want you guys to keep making Midori go through everyone. It isn't - it isn't fair. It's not right. He should just - he should just have one person, to make sure he doesn't get in any trouble!"

"... wait, what?" Itsuka's smile fell.

"Oh, I get it," Yui huffed, standing up and glaring down at her blonde friend. "You want Midoriya all to yourself."

Pony went very red at the implications but continued to glare up at her, while Itsuka let out a sigh of exasperation, bringing a hand to her eyes. Are they seriously going to be fighting about this?!

"Whoa, whoa, hold on," Kinoko jumped up, looking left to right. "I mean, I get not wanting to pass Midoriya along each of us. I admit, it's kinda sketchy. But Pony, you shouldn't be wanting to hog him all for yourself! Reiko and I messed up somehow last night, and we gotta make it up to him!"

"I - please, calm down, everyone," Taken aback at how this had fallen apart, Ibara moved from the window, holding her hands up. Despite every part of her cringing in disgust from the sin and arguments being held here, and her general disgust towards Izuku, she didn't want everyone to fight. "Let's talk about this -"

"There's nothing to talk about." Yui coldly interrupted, glaring at Itsuka and Pony. "Whoever Midoriya fucks is up to him, not you two. He's fine and happy having sex with everyone, he hasn't complained at all, and yet you two are butting in trying to get him to stop?"

"This isn't about what he wants! It's about you guys pretty much using him as our own personal prostitute!"

"A prostitute?! Seriously?! C'mon, Itsuka, give us - hell, give Parsley more credit than that!"

"But - but really, that's pretty much what you've been doing!"

"Where's the proof?"

"Jesus, this isn't about -!"

"Please don't take the lord's name in vain!"

As the girls continued arguing, Ibara trying to hold her hands out to prevent this from escalating, Itsuka glaring at Setsuna and Yui while they got angrier as the argument went on, Pony looked like she was squaring up for a fight, and Reiko and Kinoko attempted to play the middle-men, Izuku stared at the table, drowning out their argument as everything that had happened these last few weeks rushed through his head. He thought about Yui's comment that he hadn't complained before, Itsuka's accusations that they were using him essentially as a hooker, Pony's sudden possessiveness, Kinoko and Reiko's indifference, Ibara's disgust. With each thought, he felt his fears and insecurities that had kept him up all night fade away, the fear that he would be cast out once they didn't have any use for him slide away, all of them being replacing with a cold anger.

Yui, coming up to his room and hitting on him, rubbing herself on him, seducing him, then telling him that they couldn't be in a relationship because that wasn't what she was looking for. Setsuna, who overheard them and playfully blackmailed him into having sex with her - where she could belittle him, play with his feelings, and how she told him to go nuts with the other girls, not caring about how he might feel about the subject. Pony, who made out with him in a closet, brought him out for a run while wearing revealing clothing, confessing that she masturbated to him and seduced him, and then couldn't even look him in the eye. Kinoko and Reiko, who outright told him that their toys weren't doing it for them, and wanted him to fuck them better - and then discarded him when the job was done. Itsuka, who hadn't had sex with him at all, but judged him for what he was doing, thinking he was a pervert for it, and didn't have any faith in him anymore. Ibara, and her religious anger and disgust at him, obviously hating him.

He still thought about what Monoma said beforehand, and even now ... he couldn't deny that what Monoma told him ... that they were using him to compete with each other ... to be laughed at ...

Each of them ... he had thought ...

Without thinking, Izuku's fist flew up, and then slammed back down on the table. Thanks to his quirk's strength, the table broke in half, snapping into two pieces and flinging his bowl of cereal up into the air, hitting the wall and cracking into pieces. The milk and cereal in the bowl were sent flying, splattering the wall, but Izuku didn't care. He didn't care for the stinging in his hand from the wood, or how his knuckles hurt. He couldn't care about that at all.

The loud crash behind them finally brought the girls out of their arguments, all of them letting out gasps of surprise and jumping high into the air, whirling around at the sound. Each of them, for some reason, expected to see something else, maybe a villain who snuck in or some kind of animal. But they were all surprised to see Izuku staring at the ground, anger in his eyes and the color drained from his face, the table lying on the ground in two pieces while his lunch slowly slid to the floor on the wall.

"What - Midoriya, your hand!" Itsuka gasped, seeing trails of blood from the splinters, and, completely disregarding the argument, tried to take a step forward, "Hold on, I'll grab some -"

"Stop."

At the quiet note in his voice, Itsuka stumbled, almost tripping over herself as she looked over at her roommate. There was a strange sense of foreboding in her stomach as she stared at him - there was something obviously, very wrong happening right now. Setsuna and Yui, who were still slightly in the mindset of arguing with their friend, looked up at Izuku after staring at the table, looking confused at his uncharacteristic behavior. Pony slowly lowered her clenched fists, staring at Izuku in fear, and Ibara, Kinoko and Reiko also turned from the milk staining the wall to look at him.

"I ... Midoriya?" Itsuka, despite the foreboding in her stomach, tried to tough it out slightly. "Are you ..."

"Okay?" He interrupted her, causing her to fumble. He continued staring down at the wreck the table had become, trying desperately hard to control his breathing. "Am I okay? No. No, I'm not okay. I'm not okay at all."

"Er ... okay, Parsley," Setsuna let out a nervous giggle, feeling the same foreboding Itsuka was and trying to deescalate immediately. Obviously, this had gone south, and she needed to bring everything back down so he could calm down. "I - okay, we probably should've talked to you about this, but we can get your opinions -"

"Why would you bother?" Izuku's voice was still low, still glaring at the table. "You haven't before. You just come and tell me what to do, who to sleep with, without me giving any input."

"Wh ... Midori ...?" Pony backed up a bit, looking a bit scared. In fact, each of the girls were feeling more than just a little intimidated - they were so used to Izuku being cheery and nice, they had never seen him genuinely upset, and this was genuinely unnerving to see no smile on his face or light in his eyes. Reiko and Kinoko shared a scared glance, Pony couldn't tear her frightened gaze away, and Itsuka was glancing at everything like there was something physical she could grab so she could use to fix this. Setsuna and Yui, meanwhile, gulped when Izuku finally looked up, the anger evident in his eyes.

And then ... Izuku started laughing.

The girls usually noted that when he did laugh, whether at a joke or reading something funny on the internet, his little giggle-snorts were very cute - it always filled them all with a bit of warmth to hear them. But these? Oh, god. They were even more frightening than any villain that would confront them and taunt them. They were low, a bit wheezy and crazed, as though he was barely holding back from loud and out of control laughter. He doubled over a bit, trying to get himself back under control.

"I ... I've been such an idiot," he laughed lowly, trying hard to control his giggles, "I thought you guys were ... I was completely wrong. Just like I suspected. I really - I really wanted to hope. That you guys - you guys really do care about me. Like - like I was a person, not something to be passed around person to person to play with. But - ha, I was wrong. I should've - hah, I should've seen this coming."

"You - what?" Setsuna blinked in confusion. "Wait, Parsley, you -"

That small little interruption, however, was what finally made everything Izuku was holding back - the anger, the fear, the sadness, the insecurities, the feeling of being useless - to finally snap.

"No, you don't have to!" Izuku yelled out suddenly, making each of the girls jump in surprise again and continue to stare wide-eyed at the boy. "Everything - everything makes sense now! Why you guys don't bother to ask how I feel, why you guys have sex with me then kick me out right after, how you guys fight to see who's gonna sleep with me next! Why none of you bothered to actually get to know me! I get it!"

"Wait - Midoriya, hold on -"

"No, really, you don't have to! I finally get it!" Izuku felt his throat start to hurt from how loudly he was yelling, his eyes involuntarily squeezing shut as he poured his feelings out. "I finally understand! I know why you guys don't bother hanging out with me at school, or do anything with me that doesn't lead up to sex, or why you just pass me back and forth without worry! I know everything! You guys don't actually care about me! You're just using me! I was just - I was just too naïve to actually understand that! I had hoped that you guys - that you would actually enjoy spending time with me! I thought that you guys were sleeping with me because you cared about me, not just because I helped you fulfill whatever fantasies you had! That everything we did together, ever since I moved in, it actually meant something to you! But I was - I was wrong! None of you actually care about me like that!

"I was ... I was so stupid! You guys were ... you guys were just being nice to me so I didn't catch on. Was ... was everything a lie?! Everything?! All the movies we watched together, the times we studied together, the games we played - did you guys honestly want me there, or were you just keeping up appearances?! Did you actually want to show me your bike, Kendou, or was it because you pitied me?! Did you actually need my help with Japanese, Tsunotori?! Or did you just want to play with my emotions, make me feel special?! Kodai, Tokage, are you guys sleeping with me because you actually like me, or is that just some competition between you two?! Yanagi, did you actually want to show me your stuff, or were you just playing me up so I'd be more comfortable having sex with you?! Do you keep growing mushrooms on me to be playful, Komori, or are you doing it to mess with me?! Did you guys actually want me to sleep with you to help you out, or was I just a replacement because your toys weren't doing it for you anymore?! Shiozaki, do you actually like making dinner with me or are you just letting me help you because it keeps me busy?! Did you ever like me, or were you just saying that so I didn't realize how much you hated me?!

"You guys ... all you're doing is using me, playing with my emotions, throwing me around! I'm not a person to you, I'm just some walking and talking entertainment! You guys sleep with me, use me, pass me between all of you, and right afterwards kiss me like it'll make it all better! You two didn't even bother doing that last night, Yanagi, Komori, you just used me and threw me out! I - I thought what were all doing actually meant something, and I felt like shit for doing that with all of you, taking advantage, but apparently it never mattered at all, if you guys are arguing about it like I'm just some walking, talking dildo you can fight over! I just want to know why! Why did you guys use me like that?! Would you have done this if you lived with Mineta, or Kaminari, or Todoroki or Kirishima or Kacchan or literally anyone else in my class?! Why couldn't you just be honest with me?!"

Finally, Izuku stopped his rant, his throat feeling raw from the shouting for about a minute and bit. He took a few deep breaths, panting raggedly, trying desperately to catch his breath, feeling like he was about to be sick, and stared at the ground after finally opening his eyes, feeling like he was about to burst into tears. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Izuku finally looked up at them, expecting faces covered with rage, looks of distain, anything that would prove him right that none of them actually cared about him and were about to boot him out of the house.

What he saw, however, completely took the air from his lungs like he had just been sucker punched.

Reiko and Yui had more emotion on their faces than he had ever seen before - they looked shocked, guilty and mortified, both of them whipped their gazes to the ground once he looked up, unable to meet his eye. Yui's hands were clenched tightly together, looking a bit purple from the strain. Itsuka was giving him a look of shock, staring at him as though she had never seen him before with small tears welling up in her eyes. Ibara had a hand to her mouth, staring at him in horror and remorse. Kinoko, like Reiko and Yui, was quick to look away when his gaze turned to her, her fringe hiding her eyes but her bottom lip was trembling. Setsuna was staring at him as though he had unexpectedly punched her, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. Pony was the only one openly crying, holding a hand to her mouth as she stared at Izuku in regret and sorrow.

All at once, the anger and hurt, the strange satisfaction of finally yelling at them and shoving his true feelings down their throats whether they liked it or not, evaporated within him, leaving him feeling absolutely horrified with himself. He took a shaking breath, feeling tears start to finally leak from his eyes and fall down his cheeks.

"I ..." he whispered, looking from girl to girl, unable to produce a response. "I ... I'm ..."

He took another shuddering breath, and without thinking, whipped around, running to the door and ripping it open. The guilt at what he had just done choked at him, forcing him to run out into the dreary rain, and he felt a chill running down him as the cold water soaked him immediately, leaving him wet to the bone - but he didn't care.

It was better than staying in that house, knowing that he had ruined everything.