Author's note: Jokes on you, this story is real, and the description wasn't a gag!
If the 1-A class had a nickel for every time Midoriya stumbled into the dorm after seeing Recovery Girl looking half-dead, they would each have fifty cents. Which is a lot, and yet not nearly as much as many would have expected.
And yet, there was something different about this time.
It wasn't that he was mumbling up a storm. That was nothing unusual. It wasn't that he was avoiding eye contact with any of his classmates. He did that often enough when he broke a sufficiently high number of bones. And it wasn't even that his face was flush when he entered (though it was unusual in that Uraraka wasn't with him like all those previous incidents).
No. What caught everyone's attention was the fact that his head was in his hands. That set off all sorts of alarm bells even in the more jaded members of 1-A who had grown to accept Midoriya's deep-seated grudge against his bones.
Those who walked closer to him couldn't help but hear the madness mantra he was repeating to himself. Uraraka fainted at the sound of it. The color drained from Iida's face when he heard it. Shoto stopped dead. Yaoyorozu blanched. Even Tsu managed to display a sense of distaste at the sentiment. None of them stopped him, and the rest were far too disturbed by Midoriya's friends' reaction to approach him as he stumbled to his room.
Jiro was the one who finally broke and repeated what he'd been saying once she finally stopped gagging. "Why is Recovery Girl sexy?"
A profound silence descended over the common room. Faces quickly turned to those closest to Izuku, who heard him themselves to confirm it. The looks on their faces provided all the answers needed.
"Eww..." Kaminari's face twisted in disgust, "Gross!"
"There has to be a logical explanation..." Iida murmured, but the others cut him off as they began to chaotically speak over one another.
"Is that why he's always going to the nurse's office?" Toru asked, and then her entire outfit shivered with the implications.
Tsu looked at her invisible classmate, "I'm pretty sure he goes because he breaks his bones when he uses his quirk."
"B-but what if he breaks his bones on purpose so he can see Recovery Girl?" Ashido countered, "She has to kiss him to heal him, right?"
"That would not be manly." Kirishima said, shaking his head, "I don't believe it."
"He could be under the effect of a quirk." Yaoyorozu offered, reasonably.
"That would make a lot of sense." Ojiro agreed, scratching the side of his head.
"Yeah, but what kind of quirk would make him think of Recovery Girl as sexy?" Sero asked.
"Maybe it made him walk in on her while she was changing?" Mineta lisped, looking decidedly green.
"Why would she change there?" Sato asked in return.
Tokoyami nodded, "And why would he find her... sexy... even if he saw her like that?"
"I don't know." Mineta said, "Maybe he's just into that kind of thing? He is pretty weird."
Toru threw her pillow at him, "You would know you perv."
"I do not think Mineta is right," Aoyama looked positively ill, "...but he is right that we do not control those we find attractive, or why. Perhaps... he has developed feelings for her after all the times she's healed him? Like... Stockholm syndrome?"
Tsu gave him a pointed look as she sat down to care for Ochako, "I don't think it works that way, kero. And he seemed upset that he found her sexy."
"Are we sure we really want to know?" Shoji asked through a mouth on one of his arms.
Todoroki folded his arms in front of his chest, "After everything we've been through, if Midoriya's … attraction… is due to a quirk, I want to know what it is before I get hit with it."
"What the fuck are you extras arguing about?" Bakugo shouted as he stomped into the room.
Kirishima leaped to his feet, "Bakugo! You know Midoriya..." He opened his mouth and dithered, looking around for support.
"Spit it out Shitty Hair," Bakugo growled.
"D-do you know if he likes... older women?"
It was a rare question that brought Bakugo up short, but that one seemed to catch the explosive blonde completely off guard, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"Midoriya stumbled in muttering about Recovery Girl being... sexy," Tsu answered before Kirishima could.
Bakugo's twitched, "That's disgusting! What the fuck are you asking me for? Why are you even telling me?"
"You knew him before us." Kirishima offered with a shrug, "We were just wondering if he ever said anything about... that?"
"I don't think he even looked at a girl before he got here besides his mom." Bakugo's lip curled in disgust.
"Well... could you ask him?" Kaminari asked.
"Fuck off!"
Aizawa's head rested in his hands. Eri, thankfully, had fallen asleep. Using her quirk took a lot out of her. By some miracle, he convinced her that she hadn't done anything wrong. It helped that Recovery Girl had survived and been adamant that she was okay. Better than okay, actually, but he was glad she was keeping her praise to a minimum though. They both knew that nothing good would come of Eri using her quirk recklessly.
That said, she was far more effusive now that they were alone.
"You have no clue how youth feels until it's gone, Eraserhead. I forgot how easy it was to move when I was younger. None of the aches and pains I've had for years!"
"That's great, Recovery Girl." He droned out and tried hard not to picture her. It was proving... difficult. He'd used his capture collar to cover Eri's eyes and draw her back to end her quirk's effect, but it was like a train wreck. He hadn't been able to look away as she expanded within her clothes, the fabric stretching until the seams gave way and the fabric burst off her body.
The Problem Child hadn't been able to move out of the way, and she was practically straddling him by the end of it.
It didn't help that Recovery Girl was startled and disoriented by her sudden growth... regrowth?... whatever. She hadn't exactly hopped off of his student, and by the time she finally dismounted the poor kid he looked like his soul had departed from his body.
Of course, there were no clothes in the office that fit her, her old costume being put in storage almost two decades ago.
He'd sent Midoriya back to the dorms, calmed down Eri, and let Nezu know just what the hell was going on while Recovery Girl hid behind a cloth curtain and reacquainted herself with her body.
"I am going to need to get my hair styled," she said, a husky voice replacing the one he was familiar with. He chanced a glance at the sheet she was still hiding behind and watched as her silhouette freed her hair from its bun, long strands falling. She turned and Aizawa glanced away quickly. There was something... wrong... about seeing Recovery Girl in profile now. "Do you think Midnight would be able to suggest someone? I haven't bothered keeping it neat or stylish in decades."
"You would have to ask her that." He mumbled in response. He was sure she would have an answer, she had probably even mentioned hers in casual conversation, but that wasn't the sort of detail he bothered to retain.
"I think I will. Maybe we can make a girl's night out of it?" She tittered, the way she laughed all too familiar and yet sounding utterly alien to his ear. "Oh, I haven't had one of those in ages." Aizawa nodded and wondered why the hell the replacement costume was taking so long to arrive.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door, and it creaked open. Aizawa glanced over, and of course, it was Yagi who brought it. He looked confused, so he guessed that Nezu hadn't fully explained the situation, the bastard. The former Number One hero offered the garments, which smelled distinctly like mothballs, and asked what was going on, but Aizawa decided he was officially done. "Outside," He said and more or less shoved the man out of the room as he made his exit. "Your clothes are on the counter. I'll make sure no one comes inside." He didn't wait for thanks before closing the door behind him.
Yagi looked vaguely troubled but didn't press, and Aizawa wasn't about to explain it if Nezu wasn't. He'd find out soon enough, and Recovery Girl would have to get used to explaining it. A few quiet moments passed with Yagi looking increasingly like he was going to ask, but the moment he finally opened his mouth, the door opened. He looked over and immediately began coughing up blood.
Recovery Girl strode over to him and gave him a supportive pat on the back before pulling out some ancient tissues and handing them over to their colleague, "You know, now that I'm decent, I think we should check on Midoriya."
Decent? That's what she was calling that? He couldn't help but arch an eyebrow. It wasn't Midnight's old costume, but it seemed no longer than what she'd been wearing before she'd been de-aged. It left a lot exposed, especially her surprisingly long legs. He brushed that thought aside and shook his head, "I think that can wait."
"Oh?" She asked teasingly, and her lips quirked into a smile that he would have expected on Midnight's face rather than the Youthful Heroine's, "Don't you think we should go if nothing else than to dispel rumors?"
Oh, damn it, she was right. Midoriya couldn't keep his mouth shut at the best of times. After what happened to him, Aizawa wasn't sure if he'd be shouting to the rafters what happened or blubbering in a corner, but neither was a good option. He felt a hell of a headache coming on, "Fine. Let's go."
How the fuck had they gotten him to do this? He glanced over to approximately half of the class hovering at the end of the hall, watching and waiting. Of all the stupid bullshit. With a sigh of disgust, Bakugo lifted his hand and knocked on Midoriya's door. He waited a few seconds, already planning to walk away when the door was thrown open, and Deku looked up at him with tears spilling from his eyes.
"K-Kacchan..." He murmured in a voice more pitiful than usual, and then, infuriatingly, latched on for support.
"Get off!" Bakugo peeled Deku off of him, holding him by the shoulders to steady him, "What the fuck happened?"
"I-i-it was an accident." Deku stammered, "I was at the nurse's office, and Eri was there with Aizawa, and she tripped and Recovery Girl... she grew, but her clothes didn't."
Bakugo bit his lip as Deku put his head in his hands, "I saw everything. But now she's... she's young, and she's like Midnight. She's bigger than Midnight! And they were right in my face, RIGHT in my face! They were rubbing against me! B-but it's Recovery Girl?" His green-haired not-friend looked ill, " She almost smothered me with them, but she's... she's... I mean... you've seen her! And I couldn't help but think of her like that! I can't stop thinking about her body, but I can only think of her old face!"
"That's why you're acting like this?" Bakugo sneered, "Get a hold of yourself, you damn nerd!"
Back down the hall, the rest of the class listened to Midoriya blubbering out what happened, and a wave of relief washed over them. At the very least, Midoriya hadn't turned into a total deviant.
But then the new reality seemed to settle in.
"Wait, so... Recovery Girl is going to be sexy now?" Kaminari asked, still looking weirded out by the prospect.
"He said she's even bigger than Midnight!" Mineta crowed, his eyes lighting up and his hands fondling the air in front of him dreamily, "She may even have more experience!"
Jiro and Tsu glanced at each other and nodded before punishing Mineta.
Sero still looked uncertain, "Do you think Midoriya could be exaggerating? I mean... she's so tiny."
"I heard some people shrink when they get older." Sato said with a shrug, "Like it's a side effect of having a quirk for some people."
"It doesn't have to be an age thing," Toru said, "Look at Mineta."
The class glanced at the crumbled and twitching body on the floor. None of the students felt any particular form of pity.
"Yeah, but he's always been like that," Kirishima said, glancing at the crumpled body on the floor, "if it's because of Eri's quirk, well... that means Recovery Girl used to be hot."
"If that's true, that could be what Yaoyorozu looks like in her old age." Sero said and drew back as the rest of the class turned and stared at him, "What?"
"I'm going to separate Midoriya from Bakugo before he's killed," Yaoyorozu murmured, looking for all the world like she'd just seen a ghost. Jiro smacked Sero in the back of his head.
Beneath them, the door leading into the dorm opened, and Aizawa's voice rang out. "We're having a special emergency meeting. Everybody come downstairs to the common room." Collectively the students of 1-A exchanged glances and shrugs and shuffled back towards the stairs, Kaminari heaving the still twitching form of Mineta onto his shoulder. They met their teacher at the door, and he stopped, "Is this everyone?"
"Sir," Iida took a step forward, "Uraraka... had a bad reaction earlier and is resting in the common room. Yaoyorozu is currently trying to separate Bakugo and Midoriya, but otherwise, yes."
Their teacher huffed, "Head downstairs. I'll be right back." His eyes narrowed in on the fallen classmate, "And make sure Mineta is awake."
"Yes, sir."
There wasn't any more putting this off. All it had taken was drawing the trio's attention and pointing to the stairs before they joined the rest of their class. Aizawa could only take solace in that he was going to make several of them supremely uncomfortable. "I understand that Midoriya may have explained some of this earlier, but earlier, there was an incident involving Eri and Recovery Girl. Both of them are fine-" An understatement as far as Recovery Girl was concerned, "but the effects are likely to be permanent. Because of that, I feel it necessary to... reintroduce you to Recovery Girl."
The looks he received were a mix of excitement and pensiveness. Yaoyorozu, of all people, looked almost worried, with Jiro sitting beside her trying to comfort her. He'd have to ask later if he remembered. Not that he wanted to remember much about today...
"You can come in." He said, and the door opened.
The room went silent save for the sound of her shoes on the floor. Recovery Girl strode in, brazen as daybreak, and smiled, "Hello, children."
They stared at her. Midoriya had a moment of horror where he clutched at his chest before realizing she was fully dressed, as if he'd expected her to still be naked. He was the only one to be calmed down by the sight of her, though. Iida jerkily chopped the air like a motor on the fritz. Mineta salivated, drooling over the arm of the couch as his eyes memorizing every new curve, and it was taking time since there was a lot to take in. Bakugo's expression shifted from anger to revulsion, to confusion, and back again. Todoroki stared at her blankly for a moment before tipping his head to the side, looking at her from a different angle. Even then, his expression didn't change. The rest of the boys seemed too stunned to respond for a moment until Kaminari found his voice.
"Oh no, she's hot!" The words spilled out in a pained moan, and he clutched the sides of his head. Aizawa saw a smile flicker across Recovery Girl's face before she suppressed it. Damnit, as if it wasn't bad enough with Midnight winding them up.
The girls' response was somewhat muted, save for Yaoyorozu who burst into tears, wailing that she was going to shrink for some reason. Jiro had pulled her into a tight hug but didn't stop looking at Recovery Girl. Mina was smiling impishly, about what he dreaded to contemplate.
"Uh... Recovery Girl?" Midoriya raised his hand to get her attention, "C-could you check on Uraraka? I said something when I got in, and she passed out..."
"Of course, dearie." She said, offering a winning smile and words that did not fit from such a young face. Then she walked over and planted a kiss on the girl's forehead.
Uraraka's eyes scrunched together, and reality started coming back to her. She'd been having some form of nightmare. Izuku and... and... no... it was too horrible to contemplate. She shut her eyes tight, quashing the image before it could form, and then opened her eyes. Above her, shielding her from overbearing brightness was a familiar red and white costume with a white doctor's outfit. What wasn't familiar was the way it was... filled out.
Her eyes widened, and she scrambled back, falling off the couch and pushing herself up against a wall. Recovery Girl gave her a warm smile, dimples replacing wrinkles, raven black hair replacing black, standing twice as tall as she did before, if not more, and had a chest that rivaled or even topped Midnight's straining against her costume. "Feeling better, sweetie?"
In a flash, Midoriya was at her side, propping her up, "It's okay." He said soothingly, "You're not hallucinating."
She latched onto him like a lifeline, "I-i-i-is that?" Midoriya nodded, and she turned back to Recovery Girl, "But she's... she's..." She couldn't even finish, trailing off as she stared.
Recovery Girl grinned impishly, "Let's go with youthful, shall we?"
Author's note: Happy April fools! If you want to have a good idea of what young Recovery Girl looks like, google Tae Takemi. Then imagine that she has DD breasts. That's young Recovery Girl. I do hope you enjoyed!