Midoriya Izuku.

He was considered many things by many different people. At first glance, he seemed like your ordinary boy that happened to be shy. Always kept to himself, never took up too much space himself, did all he could to make sure he wasn't in somebody's way. He'd seemingly just been a normal shy person who'd freeze up if someone were to even look at them.

Granted, in their first interaction, they would probably learn that Midoriya was completely obsessed with heroics, and that he was one of the biggest hero fanboys in all of Japan, if not the entire world.

But for the people who knew him, Midoriya Izuku stood for many different things.

Problem Child, according to Aizawa.

All Might's son, according to Todoroki.

Shitty nerd, according to Bakugo.

Heroic, according to All Might.

Everything wrong with the world, according to Shigaraki (though this would eventually become subject to change, leaving the League of Villains leader being torn apart on where he truly stood on the side of good vs. evil.)

Hot as all hell, according to Toga (As well as some members of the Deku Club).

Papa, according to Eri.

Literal perfection in every way, shape, and form, that some higher being must've blessed upon this Earth to blind people with his smiles, according to the Deku Club.

Yet, all of them could agree on one thing being true.

He was smart. While he wasn't the top student when it came to studies, with Yaoyorozu, Iida, and Bakugo narrowly beating him out, he was definitely smart.

Where he truly shined was in analysis. Having done it his entire life (Bakugo told about his first notebook being in crudely written crayon during preschool), there were barely any adults who could even match him. Hell, even Nezu had to give him props after seeing how impressive his notebooks were.

Despite this? Despite all this brainpower that was used to learn all about heroes? Despite all the time he'd spent studying and learning?

He was a complete novice whenever it came to anything sexual or anything obscene in general, even swears. He'd always say 'poop' instead of 'shit,' simply because he didn't like the way it reminded him of Bakugo swearing at him whenever he said it. He'd been in the dark his whole life, though it was in no part due to his mother sheltering him.

This meeting? This meeting may have presented the biggest dilemma to the Deku Club.

Do we educate him on lewd stuff and risk taking away his innocence, or do we just have to suffer like this?

This was the question posed to the Deku Club today, and it was one that'd built up. It'd boiled, reached a burning point, etched into their hearts. They'd heard it, they'd felt it, they'd seen it. Every one of their senses was overloaded by the mere words slipping out of Midoriya's mouth, who didn't even know what could be implied by those words.

"Honestly, I don't even know," Yaoyorozu sighed, leaning her head on her hand as her elbow rested on the table. She seemed completely stumped. For someone who'd been mostly sheltered from lewd things as a child, she couldn't tell if the pros outweighed the cons.

"I say we educate him," Todoroki swiftly put in his input, conviction in his voice like never before. "I have to go through that again, but it'd be even better if he understood what he asked me."

The memory of what Deku had said to him recently kicked in.

"And I say we don't!" Kirishima countered, though there was a blush on his face as he said so. "Dude, do you have any idea how goddamn good he'd be in bed?! He wouldn't even be ashamed of what he's saying because he doesn't know the lewd contexts of it!" Was that even half-manly to say? Kirishima didn't know; his entire reality was being torn apart at the seams. Where did Midoriya swearing fall on the manliness spectrum?

"Is hiding stuff from that really manly, though?" Todoroki narrowed his eyes, calling out Kirishima's nature; he smirked as he saw the redhead sit back down, pondering the possibilities of Todoroki's statement.

"Whether it's manly or not doesn't matter, dipshit," Bakugo growled, though the venom was lacking; from what Kirishima had suspected, the temperamental teen had probably had Deku's phrasing on his mind ever since they'd heard about that conversation.

It was three days ago, and he wasn't even there, but it still happened nonetheless.

"Look," Iida sighed, recalling everything; what Midoriya'd said to Todoroki, what he requested of Kirishima, and what he told of Bakugo and his interactions.

Were they necessarily lewd when in context? Not in the slightest.

But the way he said it?

For fuck's sake, they wouldn't be hormonal teenagers if hearing him speak like that didn't affect them in some way.

"We can go over it one more time, and then, and only then, should we come to a decision," Iida proposed, to which the group nodded after a few moments of deliberation. "Wonderful. Now, if we could please bring up the first point again."

And thus, the details were laid out.

Meeting 13, Main Branch of the D.C.

Meeting purpose: Deku Behavior

Meeting subject: Language

Unintentionally Lewd Remarks

(Sin)namon Roll

"Sinnamon roll?" Bakugo snorted. "Who the hell came up with that one?"

"Hey!" Kaminari stood from his seat, slamming his hands on the table. "I was the one who came up with the title! I even got it run by Second Tier Yaoyorozu and Spokesman Iida and First Tier Asui, of all people!" Bakugo grit his teeth; if there was one authority he would ever listen to, it were the ranking system of the Deku Club. A subject rarely brought up, but its authority within the club was unquestionable.

"I didn't think it was half bad, kero," Asui admitted with a shrug. "We haven't had any really unique titles so far, have we?"

Granted, Bakugo stood as one of the few First Tier members, but that was besides the point. The point was, someone with the same level of D.C. authority as him (Asui) had voted against his desire, alongside two extra members. He'd already lost the debate which nobody else was going to fight.

"We're getting off topic," Yaoyorozu reminded them, to which Bakugo begrudgingly plopped back into his seat, but not before shooting Kaminari a glare for his crappy joke. "Besides, wasn't it you who brought this entire thing up in the first place?"

Bakugo scoffed, nodding despite himself, "Fine, I guess I'll explain myself, but they should at least know, shouldn't they, Rich Girl?"

His Legs

It was no secret that Midoriya adored Bakugo. Hell, they'd had an entire meeting revolving around how Bakugo was so greedily stealing him away from them only 6 meetings ago.

What did come as a shock to them, however, was how regularly Midoriya invited the explosive boy out to train and spar. Of course, they were two of the strongest members of 1-A, that much was obvious. It'd only make sense for people of similar power levels to fight off against each other.

The problem? If it was a possibility, Midoriya wouldn't hurt a fly if he could avoid it. In contrast, the moment Bakugo saw a fly, he'd destroy it, destroy its bloodline, its ancestors, and probably the entire goddamn ecosystem in the process.

So, cool, they had some different fighting styles and approaches to fighting. So what? Everyone else did.

The problem came in the form of what seemed to go on during those bouts, of which they'd almost never seen before simply because Bakugo would always yell them away. How Midoriya wasn't deaf at this point, they truly didn't know.

That being said, they would usually just randomly get up, ask the other to spar out of nowhere, and voila, they'd be out and training. Normally, they'd be furious that Bakugo was stealing him away from them yet another time, but this was different.

After all, not only was Midoriya completely oblivious to anything romantic in any sense, he was, above all, a hero-in-training. That was all he dedicated himself to, pretty much. He trained longer and harder than everyone else, and trained most often out of everyone too. To most them, it was a wonder why Midoriya's quirk was so out of control that he could only use less than a third of its power.

Meaning that if they were to go out to train, Bakugo simply wouldn't be able to make any advances on Midoriya simply because the green-haired boy would be way too focused on training. Good news.

Bad news?

Well, they didn't think there was bad news.

That is, until they came back from training one night.

"Sup, fuckers," Bakugo greeted upon coming into the dorm room, a towel slung over his shoulder, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. Sero and Kirishima hit him with nods, while Kaminari and Ashido sent him those same mock-offended expressions they always would. "Whose turn for dinner?"

"Mine!" Iida called out from the kitchen. "We're having coulibiac!"

"Sweet," Bakugo gruffly muttered, walking into the common room. "Fucking shit, I need a shower. Deku, come with me. You're helping me wash my back."

It seemed truly astounding, almost offensive, how nonchalantly he asked Deku to do such a thing, before they remembered. Fuck, they've probably done this before when they were kids.

"E-Eh? But Kacchan, you kept pushing me to my limit!" Midoriya sputtered. "You lasted so much longer than I did!"

Bakugo choked on air hearing that.

"He what now?" Mineta whirled on the explosive boy. He may not have been able to do a single thing against him, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let that slide.

"Like, I know we live in a world full of quirks and stuff like that," Midoriya praised his childhood friend like it was second nature, a bright, admiring smile on his face. "But Kacchan just has so much in him! If we keep going at it, I think I'm going to break, you know?"

It's truly astounding how silent the room became when everyone in it stops doing everything they were doing, even breathing.

"Deku, shut your shitty mouth right now," Kacchan demanded, but was only met with the invincible kitty-pout, a weapon Midoriya seemed to favor whenever Bakugo was around. "Goddamn it, don't look at me like that!"

"But Kacchan!" Midoriya whined, his tone sounding incredibly adorable to anyone within earshot. "It's your fault that I can barely walk right now!" He proved his point by gesturing to how he was leaning against the doorframe to support himself.

"Bakugo, what the hell did you do to Midoriya?" It was a question that Jirou posed, but it was certainly a threat that he would be dearly punished for if he hadn't answered it within the next ten seconds, if not shorter. Hell, even he could feel the villainous, murderous intent seeping from every orifice.

"J-Jirou, i-it's not like that!" Midoriya jumped in for his rescue (God damn Deku, being too fucking heroic, don't you know I'm supposed to be the one protecting you?!) "I w-was the one who wanted to work out my legs!"

Huh? Her mind went blank; with literally everything he'd been saying, that's what it was connected to? A leg workout?

A leg workout.

"You know how I'm working on my Shoot Style, where I use my legs more than my arms?" Jirou dumbly nodded, her mind slowly recovering from the whiplash. "W-Well, since Kacchan and I already train regularly, I thought we could have a leg workout today!"

"So...he didn't...you know…" her tone mumbled off, before turning silent as her face reddened even further. Midoriya could only tilt his head at her, before realizing that he wasn't going to get a peep out of her.

"Well, all we did was a leg workout, so if that's all you wanna ask, yeah!" Midoriya gave a weak thumbs up. It would've been more reassuring, had he not still been leaning against the wall. "Do you wanna come with me instead next time? I'll make sure to keep a shirt on if you wanna come with!"

Jirou turned a deep red, her jacks nearly going haywire out of instinct. She stammered for a moment, having been invited to an individual training session with Midoriya. No Bakugo, no Todoroki, no Uraraka getting in her way, and not even the rest of the Deku Club.

Just an offer from Midoriya.

She meekly nodded, only to gasp for air and a pair of sunglasses when he shot her a thumbs up and an even greater grin, extremely glad he'd have another workout partner.

"Great! Just...please don't make my legs shake like Kacchan did…" he weakly chuckled.

Midoriya, please, fuck, don't kill me with your words, Jirou mentally whined to herself, nearly tripping from taking a step back as she processed the accidental innuendo.

"S-Sure, M-Midoriya," she stuttered out with a shaky smile on her face, slowly becoming aware of the incredibly envious glares of her classmates.

She whispered even quieter, though Midoriya was still able to hear it, "I-I don't mind i-if you don't wear a s-shirt, though…"

"O-Oh, okay!" Midoriya meekly chuckled, nodding in acknowledgement. "Thanks!"

The image came into their minds.

Jirou. Alone. With Deku. A shirtless Deku.

All to herself.

Traitor!

Don't train legs with Midoriya. Unless you're Iida. Maybe.

"Okay, so outside of the fact that Jirou somehow became one of his favorite workout buddies," Kaminari shot a glare towards his friend, who only shrugged with a slightly satisfied smile on her face. "Deku doesn't know what the hell any of that means? Really?"

"It makes sense, kero," Asui observed, as much as it pained her to admit. "He hasn't even talked about too much outside of how much he likes heroes and how cool they are and how he wants to be one. He probably doesn't know too much slang."

All eyes landed on Bakugo, the one person who definitely knew the answer to that question.

He scoffed, turning a little away, "Nah, he doesn't. Tried teaching him it once." He received glares from multiple members, as if he was still currently trying to make him less pure. "Hey, shut up! That was when we were five!" Bakugo rolled his eyes, getting back to the point. "But, yeah, he didn't keep any of it. He emptied out of his brain so he could memorize more hero information or some bullshit."

"So...he really doesn't known about anything he said?" Kirishima whispered. He'd already known the answer, and they were reiterating the exact same point, but it still felt so weird for it to be true. Midoriya was a teenager, who'd definitely hit some form of puberty (they think? It'd be a little weird, but with his height, Bakugo has joked about it), and yet hadn't even expressed the mildest interest in anything sexual.

"Nope," Bakugo popped the 'p.' "Isn't that what we're here for, Shitty Hair? Because we gotta know whether or not he should know?"

"Well, we need to present the more important evidence," Iida interrupted. "Besides, I'm rather certain most of us have made up our mind. We can at least hear the other side out."

Bakugo scowled, refusing to give in, even with the eyes of the class on him. Outside of his pride, he had no logical reason to continue resisting, yet he continued to persist until Kirishima hesitantly raised his hand.

"Uh...y'mind if I go yet, Bakugo?" He chuckled quietly, trying to diffuse some of the tension. He locked eyes with the red-eyed teen, seeing his eyes narrow for just a moment before he finally caved, sitting back down in his seat.

"Fine, fuckheads, but don't get angry at me when the fucking nerd starts wswearing worse than me," Bakugo scowled, before giving up the room to Kirishima, the next eyewitness testimony. Well, it wasn't really an eyewitness testimony since he was the victim of Midoriya's heart, but that was a different story entirely.

"So…" Kirishima scratched the back of his head, continuing once he saw a reassuring thumbs up from Ashido, "It was in the gym…"

His Interest In Quirks

Was Midoriya a hero fanboy? Absolutely, they'd already established that.

What they didn't expect was how much he loved being near heroes-in-training, even if he was one himself. He'd loved asking about his classmates' quirks, as well as the quirks of others in the school. Hell, he'd even given them suggestions, ones useful enough that Present Mic had once asked if Midoriya thought of anything he could do to improve his heroics.

"Hey, Midoriya!" Kirishima called out to him with a wave, standing alongside Tetsutetsu, Bakugo, Todoroki, and Iida. "The five of us are gonna go train in the gym! You wanna come with?!"

"Sure!" He chirped back with a quick grin, closing up his notebook (Did Kirishima see himself in that page? God, he hoped he did.)

"Actually, you mind bringing that with you? I wanna ask you some stuff with my quirk," Tetsutetsu remarked, earning nods from Todoroki and Iida in particular, who'd worked with him most often out of the group.

"Oh, okay!" He chirped yet again, picking up his notebook (and his All Might pen) before walking over to the gym. "I actually had a few more things I wanted to ask you guys...is that okay with you?" He quietly chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension he was used to feeling after he spoke, though it never came.

Todoroki only ruffled his hair, the shorter boy nearly melting under his touch (Todoroki would've felt more pride, had he not known that Midoriya loved any affectionate touch from anyone in the first place), "Of course. I kinda wanna hear what you have to say for my quirk, too."

And thus, the group of six headed over to the gym.

Now, Midoriya was a hero fanboy. This granted him a secret ability that most other heroes definitely could have...if they had thought about their quirks as much as Midoriya had. He'd practically idolized the idea of having a quirk ever since forever, a habit that Bakugo acted like he had hated but refused to admit that he enjoyed hearing Midoriya ramble.

This ability was an inhuman ability to create ideas on how quirks could work together, like Todoroki's ice-and-fire quirk, but for any combination of quirks.

Of course, as a subset of this skill came an inhuman ability to analyze quirks, an ability honed by Nezu's meetings with the teen (which Aizawa absolutely would not want to hear about, he'd already had to deal with Midoriya's mutterings in class, he'd hate to learn that the principal was encouraging something preventing him from getting more sleep).

And of course, something that came of this was questions about people's quirks, some of which bordered on the realm of just asking them to demonstrate their quirk for him. After all, observation was a part of analysis.

"Hey, Kirishima, c-could I ask you something?" Midoriya approached the spiky redhead after he'd finished a set of bench presses, Tetsutetsu being his spotter. "It's about your quirk." He reluctantly held up his notebook with a gentle smile, nearly causing both hardening heroes to soften under his gaze.

"Of course, Mido-bro!" He excellently put up a feint to hide how his emotions were being tossed and turned, something which Tetsutetsu admired greatly; being able to keep strong in the face of adversity was, of course, incredibly manly.

"How hard can you get?"

"No way!" Ashido snorted, kicking her feet up from howling so hard. "There's no goddamn way he asked you how hard you could get!"

Kirishima flushed, turning his head away from the pink girl in embarrassment, "Dude, do you know how impossible it is when Midoriya says something that you'd, like, only say to your partner?! I couldn't handle it!"

Crap. Am I manly enough to resist this?

"Huh?" Kirishima squeaked out, voice cracking madly. He'd been asked this question quite a few times before. Fatgum had asked him to demonstrate so that Amajiki could test out some animals he'd manifested. Aizawa had him do so for their quirk apprehension test. Hell, even Fourth Kind had told him to do so during his internship alongside Tetsutetsu.

But hearing Midoriya of all people ask like this? Too much for this manly man to take!

"Sorry, Midobro, what'd you say?" Kirishima gulped, his voice dry all of a sudden as he tried retaining his grasp on reality. "My bad; must be the thrill of the set, you know?" Tetsutetsu would've laughed if he hadn't imagined Midoriya asking that to him and being in Kirishima's shoes.

I pray for your well-being, bro.

"Oh!" He quietly chuckled awkwardly, accidentally flexing his cut body himself, which holy fuck Kirishima could worship right about now to distract himself. "I was just asking if you could get hard for me?"

THAT'S WAY WORSE.

Tetsutetsu almost broke right then and there, a quietly strained gasp escaping from him as he saw Kirishima hang on to the saddle gap of his bench press station.

"Wait, actually, I know you can get hard for me," Midoriya awkwardly chuckled, Kirishima nearly being sent six feet under from his words. "I was really wondering how hard can you get for me?"

MIDORIYA YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM.

Kirishima's face turned about as red as his hair, his mind instantly going back to the time Amajiki's face turned into a literal tomato when he got embarrassed once just to keep him on this physical, corporeal dimension.

And yet, Midoriya kept going mercilessly, as if he was unaware of what he'd done to the poor soul, "I mean, I just wanna see Red Riot at his hardest, you know?" He winked for a moment, trying to encourage Red Riot himself, who's entire mind was rioting with code red right about now, especially at the wink.

N O.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, the hero-in-training known as Real Steel, was being melted just from watching his friend being absolutely eviscerated from Midoriya's requests, and honestly, who could blame him?

"Actually, hold on, I have another request with that," Midoriya clicked his tongue as he put his pencil behind his ear, scratching his chin as he looked Kirishima up and down like he was checking him out, an action neither of them even knew he could do.

"Would you mind if I touched you when you're hard, Kirishima? I mean, I'd just like to feel all of you at your hardest, you know?"

' T D I E.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu's wishes almost went unheard that day.

"If he asks you to do something with your quirk, you do it right away. Don't let him elaborate." - Kirishima Eijirou, 2021

"Oh, now we're including quotes in meeting documents?" Yaoyorozu rolled her eyes, frankly disturbed by the way that this meeting seemed to be so different than all the others they'd had, yet it felt so justified. Midoriya feeling so sore he wasn't able to walk? Him openly saying he wanted to feel all of Kirishima at his hardest?

How else could they even try to handle it? Express it normally like teenagers who weren't willing to do anything and everything to get Deku's heart? That'd reject the entire reality they live in!

So, naturally, here they sit, thinking about Kirishima's advice. Luckily, they had much less to worry about. Given the fact that Kirishima's quirk was quite literally a hardening quirk, even some of his other classmates had made jokes about it, though nobody had even gotten close to the point that Midoriya went to, and the greenette didn't even know he had done it!

Tokoyami, hearing the silence, took the opportunity to put in his two cents, "If we should be the ones to be around Midoriya the most, I think it is out responsibility to stop him from humiliating not only himself, but anyone he's associated with."

Dark Shadow nodded in agreement, nodding behind Tokoyami with a stern glare on its face, though it seemed secretly pleased.

"Then should we take a vote?" Shoji suggested, which seemed to actually work. One by one, the members started to think of it as a viable option.

He continued, coming up with the idea as he went, "So we could just raise our hands for which option we wanted. We can only vote once, that sound fair?" He received more nods, signalling that he was to continue.

"Okay," he took a deep breath, glancing around the room to see what his friends would end up picking. "Raise a hand if you think we should keep him innocent. Completely sheltered off, none of that."

He saw Aoyama, Sato, Minieta, Kaminari, Uraraka, Sero, Koda, and Hagakure all raise their hands before asking a simple question: "Main reasoning?"

"He's a cinnamon roll who's too pure for this world!" Uraraka pointed out. "Getting rid of that innocence would just...it'd just be horrible!"

"And what happens when he grows up?" Bakugo growled to counter her. "After all, there's no way that that Shitty Nerd's gonna just go his whole life without knowing!"

"Then that time comes when it comes, but right now, Deku's super pure!" Uraraka kept going, before she raised her hands threateningly, as if ready to make Bakugo float into the stratosphere. "Besides, if he hasn't figured it now, he definitely isn't going to learn anyways."

Iida scoffed at his close friend, pushing off his glasses, "It makes no difference whether or not it happens now or later, but we can discuss that later. Todoroki. I believe it's your turn."

The dual-haired boy stood, nodded to the spokesman, before walking to the front of the table, slamming his hands down on the front as he quickly ran through the major events in his head.

Deku's...curiosity.

Living your whole life around someone as Bakugo, the class hypothesized, was something that only doomed people to start swearing in turn. Especially as a young, impressionable child, there was no way that Deku had ever not said a serious swear. They all had done so. Even Koda had let out a 'Crap' or a 'Shit' once or twice, though he still refrained from saying anything of the sort if he could.

The entire class had yet to hear Deku mutter even so much as a 'Bastard.' Did that mean he didn't know what the swear was? No, he definitely used it, even if it was only once when Bakugo had sent him into extreme emotional turmoil. But he practically had no idea what other swears were other than 'Shit' because of Bakugo having little to no variety in his swears whenever it came to Deku.

Besides, even if the others were to swear around him while he was busy trying to learn, he definitely wasn't gonna understand what they were saying.

He just loved learning about heroes too much to worry about all that sort of stuff.

Which is exactly why Deku was curious about new words that he was learning whenever he wasn't studying heroes.

The first time Deku had heard a new word, which was from Bakugo stubbing his toe in the dorms once, he tilted his head. Is that a swear? I haven't heard Kacchan say that one yet...I don't think it is...he would've said that to me before, right?

When he was in the common room once with the rest of the class during a study session (which Iida had so readily organized), he popped the question, "Hey, Todoroki, can I ask you something?"

The dual-haired boy only nodded, looking through the article that Present Mic had assigned them in English.

"What does 'Fuck' mean?"

"That. That right there," Todoroki remembered wistfully, an aged look in his eyes. "That was the moment that I had truly died."

Nobody bothered to correct him; after all, they had almost felt Death's cold grip on their shoulder after hearing that one question.

In an instant, all the pencils skirting across paper, pages of a book turning, sounds of vigorous typing, and buttons pressed on a calculator came to an absolute stop.

The way that it so lewdly slid off his tongue. The quiet, almost hushed tone as he said it urgently, like he was afraid that someone would hear him. The manner in which he said it, hunched over his notebook, like he was whispering it only to Todoroki and Todoroki himself was the clear audience.

If the recipient of the question wasn't feeling certain urges after hearing that, he wasn't sure what the hell would give him that feeling.

"Uh…" Todoroki stuttered, his mind coming to a complete blank before he blurted out the first thing he could think of. "It's...multi...purpose?" For being the fifth highest student in the midterms for their class, Todoroki sure as hell didn't seem like he had the brainpower to be top five.

Midoriya blinked, more confused than ever, "Wait, so…'Fuck' is multipurpose? How do you use it, then? Like, what contexts?"

Oh no. Todoroki's only thought almost voiced itself out loud as Midoriya whipped out another notebook, already having written it down permanently. Did Midoriya like erasing his notebook work? No. He revised them. Which is, of course, why he would never erase the word 'Fuck' from his notebook, something Todoroki almost found to be his fault.

"Well...fuck can be an...adjective?" Todoroki said it like it was a question, since he'd never used it as an adjective before, the entire situation seeming equally amusing and horrifying to the rest of the Deku Club, who were frozen stock still. For one, Todoroki was at the full mercy of Midoriya who'd been spurting out this swear like it was nothing. On the other hand?

Midoriya was starting to sound a little like Bakugo with his incessant curses.

Todoroki cleared his throat, distracting himself from the furious scribbling in Izuku's notebook, "What do you use 'Fuck' to describe? Actually, hold up on that. What other ways can you use 'Fuck?'" With each use of it, Todoroki could feel his sanity start to slip, arrows starting to stab at his heart.

One way instantly came to Todoroki's mind, the words Please, Shouto~ out of Midoriya's mouth starting to seep into his thoughts.

Well, fuck.

Todoroki's mind started to go into maximum overdrive, making the connection between his less-than-pure mind and his voice, "Well, you can use it as a verb. Like, telling someone to...go fuck themselves would be an insult."

"Wait, so 'Fuck' is an insult too?" Midoriya interrupted, making sure never to tell someone to go fuck themselves. (The Deku Club wholeheartedly agreed with that sentiment; they weren't so certain their hearts would even make it out alive if Deku were to tell them to fuck off.) "Like...it's an insulting verb? Is it slang?"

Todoroki almost nodded, before he realized he would have to explain what it was slang for in particular.

"Well…" he fiddled with his hands under his table, realizing how goddamn clammy they were, Stop messing with me, sweat!

"It's also a verb in another context…" he muttered, tugging at his collar; in all his years of being stone-faced, blank, and emotionless, he never was able to prepare himself to be normal and casual in this sort of situation. "It's...something you can tell someone to do? Sort of?"

"Huh?" Midoriya only blinked, clearly not getting it. Todoroki gulped; how the hell was he supposed to explain without...explaining?

"So, like...it's like a command...of sorts?" Todoroki stuttered every step of the way, and they couldn't blame him, since they definitely wouldn't do any better in his shoes. "Like...you can ask someone to do it as a favor to you?"

Midoriya put his hand to his chin, clearly deep in thought. Wait. It's an adjective...but also an insult, so I can't use that...but it's also a verb in another context, like a command...is it something you can do to someone?

His next words leave Todoroki absolutely floored.

"Wait, Todoroki, would it make sense and be okay, then, if I asked you to fuck me?"

Resounding "NO"'s flood the room, easily drowning out Todoroki's instant, hormone-driven "Absolutely."

Midoriya shall DEFINITELY NOT BE FUCKING ANYBODY YET!

"I don't know about that one, Iida," Todoroki instantly disagreed, keeping a respectful tone. "It would have been very informative and enjoyable for Midoriya, I'm certain. I thought we were all for Midoriya's benefit here, and I," he gestured to himself. "Would have been glad to have been the one behind his pleasure."

"You did that for your benefit and your benefit only," Iida's venomous words revert him back to the state he had spoken in when he had fought against Stain before Midoriya - Oh, his perfect savior Midoriya - had come. Todoroki, for his credit, didn't even try to deny it, giving up his entire ruse in favor of nodding in honesty.

"Well, would you have been able to do anything against it?" Todoroki shot him, as well as the rest of the club present, a look that says it all, shutting them up in an instant. "Please, tell me. Look me in the eyes and tell me you'd be able to resist that." He looked around the classroom, daring someone to meet eyes with him and tell him, straight to his face, that they wouldn't be affected the same as him, if not worse.

"Then tell me, what should we do?" He prompted once everyone stayed silent (He noticed Bakugo debating in his mind whether or not it was worth it to put his pride on the line as he spoke again). "Do we educate him or not?"

Asui sighed, leaning an arm to rest her elbow on the table, "There's not much we can do, is there? Wouldn't Midoriya-chan lose his innocence? We can't have him trying to...fuck someone, can we?" She lightly blushed at the mere thought of it with how unbelievably fit he was, there was no doubt in her mind that he'd be amazing if it weren't for the fact that he'd constantly be asking questions, trying to make sure the other person was okay.

Well, it wouldn't be Midoriya if he didn't do that, she supposed.

"Speaking of, where is Midoriya right now?" Iida wondered; normally, he'd be done with his workout at this point, though he wouldn't be surprised if Midoriya had decided to prolong his exercise.

As if on cue, they heard a thud from above, followed by Midoriya's voice, "F-Fuck!" His voice went high, and if they weren't completely silent from hearing the thud, they wouldn't have heard him swear in the first place.

"Wait, that's not a good word, right? It's an insult?" Midoriya was able to squeak out, and they realized just what happened. "But Kacchan used it when he got hurt, too!"

Well, at least we know where he heard it, they archived the origin of the discussion in the back of their minds, a footnote to murder Bakugo to introducing him to that word in the first place.

The problem came in how he said 'Fuck.'

They weren't aware his voice could go that high normally. It'd cracked that high before, but he'd never said a full word like it before.

And it sent shivers down their spine.

Enough to completely influence their decision.

Final Decision of Meeting 13 ((Sin)namon Roll): Keep it to a minimum. We can't have him be completely in the dark, he'd embarrass himself. But fuck if it didn't make us feel something.

Small aftermath event:

"U-Uh...Midnight-sensei?" Midoriya meekly walked up to her after class had finished, clenching his notebook in hand and trying to make himself

smaller; he still wasn't well-versed in interacting with teachers who actually gave half a damn about him. "C-Could I-I ask you about something?"

Unbeknownst to the students, who'd assumed they were the only ones who were astounded by Deku's sheer innocence and generally heartwarming demeanor, the teachers had also taken notice of how unique Deku was. It was almost as if he was truly a protagonist of an anime, set apart for his brave, admirable behavior. Of course, Aizawa always had to reprimand him to his face, even if he did respect his admittedly heroic acts.

"Of course, Midoriya," Midnight crisply stated, the soft way her words rolled off her tongue coupling with her firm stance made him feel a way only Midnight knew she would be able to accomplish. Huh, I guess even he has...manly instincts, even if he doesn't know of them.

"I-I was s-studying with my classmates the other night…" Midoriya opened up his journal and hesitantly presented it to Midnight, who'd quirked an eyebrow before opening up to the page he'd bookmarked. "A-And I asked T-Todoroki a q-question, and everyone s-seemed to get really defensive about it…"

"What was the question, kid?" Midnight half-asked, half-wondered, her mind somewhat distracted by the fact that he'd literally written "Fuck is an insult?" in his notebook. She was able to roughly disguise a sudden laugh escaping her throat as a cough instead. After all, it's not every day you meet a teenage boy who hadn't known what it meant.

"I-I j-just posed it as a question of whether or not it'd be something okay to say, but…" he gulped, as if she was going to have the same almost-murderous look in her eyes upon him saying it. "I-I asked Todoroki if it would be okay for him to fuck me...?"

A beat of silence.

…

And thus, Midnight's barks of laughter made their way to every single ear that stood on the U.A. campus.