Izuku jolted up. The remnants of his dream lingering. The edges of his vision still tinted red like the velvet curtains in his dream. In hindsight, he couldn't determine if it was supposed to be erotic or just plain enjoyable. He remembered dancing around a large room with red curtains. His partner had long purple hair and a thigh length red dress. Vividly, he remembered the movements they took and the feeling of their bodies melded together. The feel of her hand and the smooth dress. The way they clutched each other gave him a content feeling.
In class, Izuku couldn't focus. The day was a blurry mess that he couldn't piece together. Once he stepped into the classroom for Modern Art, his eyes locked onto his teacher. Standing at the board was Midnight, with a hand on her hip and her whip. Izuku's face bloomed a bright red at the recollection of his dancing dream. All throughout class, he couldn't help but stare at Midnight. He imagined if her hand felt the same in real life, or if she looked just as good in a red dress. Midnight mischievously smiled and approached Izuku's desk. Unaware, Izuku continued to day dream. Midnight got extra close. They were nose-to-nose.
"Mr. Midoriya, do I have to discipline you?" Midnight whispered seductively.
"N-No M-M-Ms.Midnight." Izuku's eyes flashed to her hand holding his cheek. It feels just like my dream. Midnight relished in the embarrassed mess of Izuku Midoriya. Eventually, she backed away and cracked her whip.
"Now now~ Mr. Midoriya, you can't have your dreams distracting you from my class." Izuku swallowed and nodded frantically. The rest of class, he paid attention and took diligent notes. While leaving class, Iida and Uraraka follows by his sides.
"Deku-kun, are you ok? Did you think of some cool move?" Uraraka asked. She accentuated her question by shadow boxing the air.
"N-no, not at all, I-I was just thinking." Izuku stuttered.
"Midoriya, no need to hold back. If you must say something, do not be afraid to say so." Iida advised robotically. Izuku shook his head. They continued towards their final class, Heroics. All Might loudly taught the class. Occasionally, taking a look at his teaching for dummies book. Finally, class ended and the students went their separate ways. Izuku went to his room. Until the sun fell, he studied and finished any homework he could find. Steadily, his head dropped onto the desk and he fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~Dream~~~~~~~~~~~
The black void slowly morphed into a bright room. Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the open blinds. Izuku fixed his gaze from the window and stared forward. He failed to notice the way his hands moved. His hands pulled the metal links of a necklace together. They clipped it in place. In front of him, was a mirror on a large vanity. Through the large mirror, Izuku saw a crazy sight. He saw himself taller, buffer, and older. He looked like an adult instead of kid. His hands rested of the pale shoulders of a woman. She wore a too large t-shirt. That looks like something I would buy. She tilted her head back and revealed a familiar face. Sitting there staring at him was Ms. Midnight. Her blue eyes looked so bright and enticing. His body moved out of his control. He met her in a kiss. His arms loosely encircled her neck, and she grabbed his forearms. Izuku pulled away, and watched a small bridged of saliva dissipate. Her eyes had glazed over and barely recognized the way he was looking at her. The reflection in Midnight's eyes was his face split in a wide grin and eyes full of love. Midnight hopped out of the chair and spun around. She wrapped her arms around his neck and latched her lips on his again. They meshed together and Izuku pulled her close. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He pulled back and could feel the stinging of his lips. Suddenly, he latched onto her neck. A trail of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down her neck lead to where Izuku had resumed his attack. She moaned when his hands ghosted the sensitive skin of her thighs. In a show of strength, he lifted her up with no problem. She responded by wrapping her legs around his stomach.
He laid her down on the bed and spoke into her cleavage "Nem." She dragged her nails up his abs and flattened her palms against his chest. Abruptly, she moaned and spurred him on. Again, he spoke "Nem. God, I love you." Nemuri could only respond with a strangled moan.
~~~~~~~~~~Dream end~~~~~~~~~
A shake of his shoulder woke him form his dream. It just keeps getting more erotic. Every dream is just more and more. Kirishima stood to the side and continued shaking his shoulder. He stopped when he noticed his gaze.
"Hey Midoriya, it's dinner time man. Come on let's go eat." Kirishima spoke softly.
"Thanks Kirishima. I'll be down in a minute." Izuku replied with a yawn. Kirishima left and Izuku took the next minutes to collect himself. Eventually, he left his room and took the elevator to the common room. Upon his arrival, most of the class waved from the table. Uraraka ran up to him and tugged him to his seat. His spot at the table already had a plate filled with curry. He looked around and saw the other people digging in. In the corner of his eye, he spotted Kacchan coming out of the kitchen in an apron. Wow, Kacchan made this. Izuku ran his spoon through the curry and raised it. Abruptly, Uraraka moaned in satisfaction. Immediately, Izuku was reminded of his dream. His spoon fell down onto his plate and a blush bloomed on his face.
"Midoriya, are you in good health?" Iida shouted from across the table.
Izuku quickly shook his head "No, I-I-I'm ok." To escape the embarrassing questions, he brought the spoon to his mouth. The spice was nostalgic of having dinner with the Bakugo's shortly after Kacchan got his quirk. Izuku quickly ate the rest of his meal. The class sat around the table in satisfaction. Mineta and Kaminari were drinking glass after glass of water.
"Guys water won't- "Izuku began before getting interrupted by Jiro "Don't. Let the them suffer." Izuku nodded shyly and backed away from her. Now that he didn't have any distractions, the spice began to settle. He slowly felt the burn on his lips. Again, he erupted into a blush at the memory of his dream. Slowly, Izuku escaped back upstairs. After showering, he laid in his bed. The dream of Ms. Midnight we're forefront in his mind. He's been dreaming of her a lot. He prayed he didn't have another erotic dream of her. Or even a dream of her at all. Fortunately, his prays were half answered.
~~~~~~~Dream~~~~~~~~
He was acutely aware of the hand laced with his. Again, he was dreaming of Midnight. This time with less sexy time. Nemuri had her hair in a ponytail that came out of her baseball hat. A tug of his hand alerted him of Nemuri wanting his attention. He looked at her and saw her gesturing to the store on the other side of the street. In the window were a pair of hamsters, a group of puppies, a litter of kittens, and a bunny. Nemuri pulled him along from their connected hands. Once they arrived, Nemuri stuck her face against the glass and cooed at the adorable puppies falling over each other. Izuku sighed and ushered her into the pet store. A clerk came to greet them at the entrance. Nemuri slipped away while the clerk explained the shop and the animals to Izuku. Apparently, he had a quirk that allowed him to occasionally talk to animals. The clerk gestured behind him. Izuku spotted Nemuri rubbing her cheek against a black rabbit.
The clerk said "The animals really like your girlfriend." Izuku smiled and started. He raised his hand to his face and shook his head. The clerk quickly tried to correct himself "Sorry, I meant your wife. Right?" Izuku nodded and left to collect his cuddle crazy wife. Nemuri tried to reason to him why they needed the rabbit but Izuku stood firm.
"No, we already have a dog and a cat Nem. No more animals for a long time. Come on, wasn't there a store you wanted to go to." Izuku reasoned. Finally, she complied and followed him out. Before they left, she waved to the clerk and they continued to the mall. Together, they went from shop to shop buying what they needed and joking. They stopped by a clothing store and tried on clothes. Nemuri walked out of the changing room in a green shoulder-less long sleeve shirt.
"H-how does it look? Do you think it suits me?" Nemuri shyly asked with a light blush. Izuku smiled at his wife's shyness.
"It looks great on you Nemuri. It's definitely a keeper." Izuku answered. Nemuri smiled and gave him a hug.
~~~~~~~Dream end~~~~~~~~
Izuku fell out of his bed and hit the floor. On contact, a searing pain shot down his arm. He tried to suppress a groan. After standing back up, he felt his shoulder. Nothing seemed to be out of place. Nothing broken. No dislocation. Finally, he poked his shoulder. The pain made him yelp and fall onto his knees. He huffed through his tightly clenched teeth. He checked the time on his phone. 6:00 AM. Great. Recovery girl should be in right now.
"Boy, Aizawa was right. You are a giant problem child. You tore multiple muscles in your rotator cuff." Recovery bashed him over the head with her cane. Izuku faintly raised his good arm above his head. Recovery girl continued smacking him.
"Can't you just use your quirk and super heal it?" Izuku pleaded.
"No. You have no energy. You would surely die if I used my quirk right now." She continued.
"DIE!? No that can't be. I've been sleeping like normal." Izuku quickly replied. As far back as he could remember, he had been getting a healthy 8-10 hours of sleep. He was always consistent with sleep.
"There's no need to lie Midoriya." Recovery girl gave him a disappointed stare.
"No, No. I'm telling the truth." Izuku tried reasoning with her. She raised her can high. Immediately, he shut his mouth and slumped down. She applied a cast and tape to his shoulder. Quickly, she ushered him off to class.
The class swarmed around him shouting a variety of questions. He waved his hand dismissively. Aizawa entered and silenced the class. Thus began his annoying day.
The worst class of all was Art History with Ms. Midnight. It was the last class before heroics and Midnight loved teasing him too much. Now without his right arm, he asked Iida to write his notes for him. Throughout class, he sat at his desk bored out of his mind. Eventually, his lack of sleep caught up to him.
~~~~~~~Dream~~~~~~~~
Nemuri strolled through the door of their home. She was full clad in her hero suit. Full Dominatrix mode. Abruptly she sighed and slumped down. She removed the handcuffs and her boots. Her mask fell off when she fell into Izuku's arms. One hand held her close and the other ran through her knotted hair. Izuku, the ever loving husband, dragged his tired wife over to the couch. Together they tangled their bodies. Nemuri idly traced the lines of his abs. She had directly said that was her favorite part. His abs. Right next to his ginormous hero heart. When Nemuri traced too low, Izuku shivered. Then he flicked her on the forehead and shook his head at her. She responded with an adorable pout.
"Nemmy stop that." Izuku said lightly. She responded with a whine, then wrapped her arms around his torso. "You are way too cute, Nem." He held the back of her head and felt her small giggle.
~~~~~~~Dream End~~~~~~~~~
Izuku slowly blinked. Finally, he looked around and saw the empty classroom. Before him, Midnight was staring at him. Her face red from a fresh blush and eyes wide. Izuku cocked his head and let out a confused 'Huh?'
In response, Midnight spoke slowly "Midoriya...What was that you said?"
"I don't know what you mean. I just said 'Huh'." Izuku replied.
"No No, you said something. I swear you called me by name." Midnight countered. The dream memories flooded his senses. The feel of her voluptuous body, the sound of her sighs, the constant sweet smell from her quirk.
He blushed and stuttered "I-I-I don't know get what you mean Nemu-Ah, I mean Midnight sensei." Izuku cursed his broken filter and watched a cascading blush spread to her ears. She involuntarily squeaked.
"How did you hear my first name? Why are you calling me by name?" Midnight questioned.
"Would you believe me if I said I have vivid dreams of you?" Izuku quickly responded.
Midnight's face dropped into an incredulous "Midoriya, almost all of men in Japan dream of me. That's part of my gimmick." Her statement finally made sense in his mind and he yelped.
Suddenly, he started backtracking "No...that's-that-that's not what I mean. I mean like memories of a world like this one but different." Midnight continued to stare at him incredulously.
"I don't believe you." She stared back at him with a hardened stare. "Prove it."
"I-I uh, uhm." He searched through his memories of thing she wouldn't have told anybody but someone she loves. "You secretly love cute things." She didn't respond but continued her stare. "You love cute fluffy animals a lot." No response. "You are self conscious about your body."
"Midoriya, all girls are self conscious. I still don't hear anything that makes me think you have seen a different world involving me and you." Midnight spoke.
"Despite how seductive your character is you are really soft and shy. You really like to cuddle, especially after a long day of hero work." Izuku continued to rattle off other things he's learned. Midnight's eyes slowly widened at the more personal stuff. "I also know that despite the way you act, you thighs are the most sensitive." The final statement made Midnight's jaw drop. How the hell did this kid know that? That's-thats impossible. While Midnight contemplated the new information, she failed to notice the thud behind the podium. Izuku spotted a pair of bodies laying down and rolling into sight. Oh crap. Not now. Laying on the ground shamelessly sucking each other's faces, was his dream self and Nemuri. Just what kind of life is this?