Chapter 10
Thanks to PasiveNox, Fencer29, and Sageofchaos for reviews.
WindWolf777 (x2) It all becomes clear…
Kaneous, thank you. This sent ideas in very different directions.
TheHeroFan, you are not far off. This I have planned.
Halfazn, very fair. The nickname does seem like a lost opportunity, I'll work on it. In the hallway, it was a bit of a battle, Izuku vs Aizawa, so Izuku wouldn't get steamrolled by the professor. But afterwards, it became 'strike while the iron is hot' to get information out of Shinso before he could change his mind. I guess it was a bit awkward.
And onward with a minimum number of proofreadings yet again, because I am lazy.
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The next morning, Izuku found out Shinso wasn't a morning person. To be honest, he pretty sure Shinso didn't count as an afternoon person either, or even a daylight person. Credit where it's due, he had dragged himself out to the running track, the bags under his eyes had returned in full.
"Seriously, part of getting in shape is also taking care of yourself, which includes nutrition and a proper amount of sleep." Izuku emphasized.
"I am getting enough sleep." Shinso protested.
"All at once or scattered throughout the day?"
He hesitated before answering, "Fine, I'll try to do better, Coach." It was something he knew, intellectually, and it was logical, just putting healthy habits into actual practice was… "Ugh, so damn annoying. Why are we out here so early in the morning, anyway?"
"Hey, new guys. Cool. Don't give up!" A voice way too chipper for not having the sun show itself over the horizon was running towards them. The runner was a girl with long, periwinkle-blue hair wearing an overly-full sports bra and running shorts that were making a serious effort to not become a g-string. Her blue eyes sparkled as caught them staring. She only laughed in response as she passed by them, never breaking her stride which was a blistering pace for a distance run.
Shinso's head snapped to look accusingly at Izuku. It took a moment before Izuku turned to look back a Shinso, then did a double take, realizing he had just been caught staring at someone who was not Ochaco. "I had no idea. I swear," he said in his defense.
"Yeah, you got a girlfriend, so don't let your eyes fall out of your skull."
"I'll remember, I'll remember." Izuku said, trying to placate him.
As the pair of first years were still stretching and warming up, the only other two students using the track just smiled and waved as they jogged by. They were a pair of older boys who appeared to be in good shape, but were running at a more reasonable pace. Actually, only the taller, blond boy with a near-military haircut was the only one who greeted them. The darker boy with messy hair kept his eyes turned away from them.
Izuku found he was in better shape than Shinso, but in worse shape than we he stopped working out with Ochaco. Apparently, taking more than a month off from regular exercise will do that. For his part, Shinso was pleasantly surprised Izuku was going to train alongside him instead of coaching from the sidelines. He appreciated that, and the fact that the green-haired boy wasn't that much more fit than him helped… some.
Although they tried to keep a steady pace as they ran, the bounding blue-haired distraction would lap them often enough to be a little discouraging. Each time she passed by the, she would cheer for them, "Don't give up. You're doing great," as her bouncy gait would… motivate them to try a little harder and they would push themselves a little more.
That didn't work out for them as much as they hoped as the boys finally stopped, sweating profusely and gasping for a full breath of air. "You guys did great. Keep up the good work," the blue haired girl cheered, her long, gazelle-like legs carrying her onward, never slowing her grueling pace as her face was only barely glistening in the morning light. Izuku could only watch her pass by in wonder as Shinso simply collapsed bonelessly to the ground.
Properly humbled, and with Izuku re-committing himself to only have eyes for Ochaco, they showered in the gym before they went off to class with a promise to meet up for more training at the end of the day. They boys had feelings of both hope and dread about being "motivated" in a similar manner ever again, though neither would ever admit it.
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The boys sat nervously though the morning classes as they could feel Amy eying them every time their aching muscles made them groan in pain. They explained what they were doing and she wholeheartedly encouraged them, though they felt it was for all the wrong reasons.
After lunch, Izuku went to All Might's office but found no All Might, so he waited. Time passed and he was about to give up when Toshinori Yagi burst through the door, "Dammit, I am so friggin' late." He pulled his silver-age costume out of a closet, thew it on his desk, pulled off his tie and had his shirt half unbuttoned before he noticed Izuku staring at him.
"Perfect," he said barely missing a beat. "Midoriya, my boy, I need you to go gather class 1-B. Tell them to meet us in training ground Beta." He reached into his desk and threw a remote to Izuku. "This will unlock their hero costumes. Tell them to gear up and be ready for a great day of training. Now, go. We're late enough as it is."
"What? I… Yeah, sure, All Might." Izuku ran out the door.
Standing in front of the oversized door of class 1-B, Izuku was suddenly struck with how to address these unknown students his own age. Sure, he was an assistant to All Might, but how much authority did that really give him?
The door suddenly slammed open on its own, the loud banging silenced the room and brought all eyes directly to Izuku.
"Yanagi, what the heck?" one voice said.
"There was someone standing there," a girl with white-haired that draped over one eye responded in a quiet monotone.
Izuku stuck his head in the doorway and looked at the variety of students staring back at him. "Pardon the intrusion," he said as he stepped in. He took a deep breath to try and gather himself as he walked up to the podium. Best to stick with the essentials, he decided, though his voice cracked as he began, "I am All Might's student assistant, Izuku Midoriya."
"All Might needs an assistant?" a boy with straight, blond hair swooped to one side spoke up. "I find that hard to believe. What do you do, exactly?"
Izuku looked at him, "I waste time answering questions, apparently." A few of the students laughed and Izuku berated himself for actually saying that out loud. "All Might apologizes for being late, but got caught up in some last-minute hero work." Pressing the button on the remote, many students jumped as several panels on the far wall slid open. "These are your hero costumes based on the designs you submitted." He knew this because he'd helped Ochaco design her costume, after all. He continued, "He asks that you gear up and meet him out at training ground Beta."
"Yes!" "Finally!" the students cheered as they collected their suitcases.
Izuku turned to leave but noticed a tall girl with red hair and side pony-tail walking up to him. She really wasn't taller than him but certainly seemed taller by the way she carried herself. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm the class rep, Itsuka Kendo," she said, sticking her hand out.
"It's nice to meet you." Izuku shook her hand, "We are kind'a running behind, so I'll see you out there, ok?"
"Of course. I look forward to it." she replied.
Izuku ended up running back to All Might's office to grab more notebooks, which he forgot, before meeting up with his hero/boss. "I told them you got caught up in some last-minute hero work," he said by way of greeting.
"Well, that is the truth, after all." All Might laughed, and turned to the approaching 1-B students. "Well, all right! They say 'the clothes make the pros', young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof. As of this moment, you can all consider yourselves… heroes in training! This is getting me fired up!" All Might boasted, encouraging the young students. "Time to show me what you've got, you bunch of embryos." All Might stepped to the side, "But first, a quick introduction."
Really? Izuku thought to himself as he struggled to keep a straight face, the same lines? He thought about it a moment realizing he wasn't really being fair. Every other teacher also has to deliver the same lectures to three to four different classes and try to keep it as engaging every single time. Why not heroics classes too? He bowed to the class and reintroduced himself when prompted.
When the teams were divided, Izuku realized he had no favorites in this class as he did in his girlfriend's class, for exactly that reason. He didn't know anybody here, therefore he felt more detached from the outcomes of the matches. Still, the variety of new quirks was as engaging as ever.
Oddly, their class representative, Itsuka Kendo, seemed to feel it was her duty to chaperone the poor GS student in a room full of obvious quirks; meaning personalities, not powers.
The first teams up were the hero team, Togaru Kamakiri, a near-insect looking teen who could sprout deadly blades from anywhere on his body, and Yui Kodai, an expressionless girl who could change the size of any object, taking on the villians Yosetsu Awase, who could fuse objects together, and the steel bodied Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu. As both Tetsutetsu and Kamakiri were both rather hot headed, they went directly into a brawl as Kodai tried to get through the barrier of fused debris set up by Awase. When Awase fused an enlarged metal nut to the floor and Kodai shrank it back to its original size, it took a good portion of the floor with it. An impressive amount of collateral damage resulted, even more than the combative hot-heads, before time ran out on the heroes.
Izuku now saw the value of having the class rep with him since talking to either Kamakiri or Tetsutetsu were almost as bad as talking to Bakugo. Itsuka's presence helped keep the interview civil and not degenerating into all things 'manly'. Meanwhile the expressionless Kodai seemed to prefer single word answers and was promted to expand her answers at Itsuka's behest. Awase was the only normal one so far.
The next hero team consisted of Nirengeki Shoda, who had an interesting quirk of being able to repeat any impact with double the power of the first, and Shihai Kuroiro, who could meld his body into any black object or shadow. On the villain team were Hiryu Rin, who is able to grow reptile-like scales from his skin and Kosei Tsuburaba, who is able to breath hard air into shields. Kuroiro made short work of the exercise since the villain team made the mistake of putting the fake bomb in the window, hoping the brighter light would keep the black melder at bay, only to provide him a better shadow dive in to and claim the win.
Again, Kendo was present, though the interviews were far more normal than the first. While Rin, Kruoiro, and Tsuburaba were pretty intense about becoming heroes, Shoda showed a bit of self-confidence issue as he always second guessed himself. Izuku was quick to encourage him, which Kendo supported in full.
Third to go was the hero team of Pony Tsunotori, a blond foreigner who could detach and control the horns on her head, and Ibara Shiozaki, a highly religious person who could grow her hair vines and control them, taking on Jurota Shishida, a large, hairy fellow with a calm demeanor, and his partner, Itsuka Kendo, who could enlarge her hands. Her quirk didn't seem like much but combined with her martial arts skill, it was enough. This turned into a rather physical altercation as Shiozaki was forced to concentrate on cocooning Shishida with her hair-vines as he grew in size and strength, leaving Kendo to play keep away with the surprisingly fast Tsunotori and her telekinetically controlled horns. They ran the time out, giving the villain team the win, and it took another five minutes to forcibly calm Shishida down, with Kendo having to lend a heavy hand in subduing him. But, by the time they reached the observation room, Shishida was extremely apologetic and well mannered.
Covertly, Setsuna Togake had been watching her class rep practically flirt with the green haired teaching assistant, growing more and more agitated since he seemed oblivious to her friend's advances. Sure, she just called it 'escorting the new kid' but, in Togake's view, it was obvious she was into him. Well, ok, maybe Itsuka wasn't really flirting with him, but it was more fun to assume she was.
Togake watched as the teams returned to the observation room, Itsuna making a beeline directly to Midoriya to be interviewed. She carefully detached part of her foot and made it follow her class rep. As soon as she was about to take her last step, she planted her foot on Itsuka's butt and shoved her into the teacher's assistant. Midoriya caught her but they were both close to falling to the floor.
Still leaning on the poor boy, she whipped her head around, "What the hell, Setsuna?" But the girl just standing there as though nothing had happened.
"Ack, thppt!" came from Midoriya.
Itsuka's side-ponytail had whipped Midoriya in the face, apparently stuffing her hair into his mouth. She watched him go completely still, his eyes, wide with surprise, then become unfocused, his pupils dilating to unnatural degree as his body relaxed. His head started to sag as he reached for her before he suddenly tensed and shoved her to the side. "I gotta go," he announced before heading out the door, swiftly walking in a stiff, mechanical manner.
Setsuna was stifling her laughter as they watched Migoriya leave. "Why would you do that?" Kendo hissed quietly as she rounded on her friend.
The green haired girl laughed, "I wanted to see what would happen. Professor Kan acted like that kid was dangerous or something. I'll admit that was a better reaction than I was expecting," the green haired girl admitted with a serrated grin.
"I'm going to go check on him." Itsuka turned but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
"You shouldn't," Setsuna leaned in close to whisper, "He has a boner."
Itsuka practically leapt away, "Will you stop?" she said, looking for a way to escape her friend. "It's your turn, you better go. Tell All Might his assistant is in the bathroom with stomach cramps."
"Isn't that a woman's problem?" Setsuna smirked.
"J-just go." She ordered, before turning to follow Midoriya.
The restrooms were not far down the hall. She hesitated only a moment before opening the door to the Boy's side. She heard Midoriya talking inside, "Fucking… Stupid… Gotta get a grip." *Thud* She saw the green-haired boy hit his head into the concrete wall next to the urinal. "Can't go out like this. Get it together." *Thud* "And you…" Though his back was to her, she watched him raise his hand and swing it across in front of himself with a *slap*. "idiotic…" "…no good…" *slap* "…traitor." He balled his hand into a fist and swung *whud*. His legs gave way as he fell to his knees curling into a ball, his head resting against the cold concrete.
'Did he just punch himself in his balls?' She wondered. "Midoriya?"
She was startled as he spun around so fast to face her though it was obviously painful for him. His, admittedly impressive, dick standing at full erection in front of her. He hurriedly tucked it back in his underwear, "No. Y-you… you shouldn't be here. Thisisbad, thisisbad. Y-you need t'leave," he stuttered, his breathing becoming erratic.
She could see whatever had affected him was still an obvious problem. Plus, guys don't just punch themselves in the dick for no reason. "Are you ok, Midoriya? What's going on? I'd like to help, if I can." She took a step towards him and he immediately pressed himself against the wall and into a corner to get as far away from her as the concrete would allow.
A brief smile crossed his face before he shook his head, "YeaNO! No, you can't help, you can't help, you can't. That would be bad. Worse than bad, bad, very bad. Just bad." He made a dash toward one of the stalls, but Itsuka enlarged her hand to block his way. He bounced off her fingers, landing on his butt. He stared at her hand, shaking as he stopped himself from reaching out to touch the palm of her hand. He licked his lips to keep his drool from escaping as naked desire filled his expression as his eyes were lock on her enlarged palm.
Now Itsuka was worried. Midoriya had struck her as an intelligent and articulate individual, but he was now, somehow, reduced to a jabbering, monosyllabic… junkie?... sitting on the floor with his pants undone. But there was nothing that could have caused this short of just… falling onto him when Setsuna tripped her.
She leaned in close to him, keeping her hand on the stalls to prevent him from escaping. "Midoriya. Look at me." He did so, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly shook his head, looking like he was about to cry. "Midoriya? Can you at least tell me what is going on?"
"My quirk," he squeaked. "Your hair… sweat." He swallowed thickly. "I tasted you."
"You what?"
"M'sorry," he said before he grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her closer, and kissed her. He drove his tongue into her mouth before she could even register what was happening. When she did, she raised her enlarged hand and formed a fist, then stopped.
It was a good kiss. She could feel his body relax, almost melting into the kiss. Something wasn't right about it. She should be smashing this boy into, no, through the concrete wall, but the longer it lasted, the more she wanted it. Her hand shrunk as she lowered her fist onto his head, palming his skull like a baseball as she held him in place as she kissed him back.
(Cellular enlargement by willfull command, controlling the size of hands and digits. Supporting musculature throughout the body becomes enhanced to support and counterbalance the added weight…) Every feel-good chemical Izuku's brain could produce was in overdrive receiving new data from the saliva-source he had attached himself to. He had no idea how much he craved this; washing his brain in a cocktail of endorphins, oxytocin, and dopamine after so long since the first time he made love to Ochaco.
Oh, Ochaco. Whatever diminished rationality he had left wept helplessly in the corner of his mind.
One hand on her breast, the other on her butt, Itsuka's switch had already been flipped as he kissed her nonstop, each advancement he made met her approval. Even as he untied her belt and reached into her pants to cup her ass, only her thin panties separating them. She reached into his underwear for his cock, enlarging her hand to fit all of it at once.
"We have to be quick," she whispered, making breaks in their make-out session. "They will come looking for us." As she pulled back to look at him, she wasn't really sure he heard her, or if he did, she wondered if he understood, as he was still in his euphoric high.
He broke enough to reach both hands around her waist and lowered her pants and underwear to her knees. Leaning her against the wall, he tried to lift her, she enlarged her hands enough to stand on her fingertips, allowing him to lift her legs. She was pretty flexable, as a martial artist, as he bent her double, wrapping his arms around both her legs and torso, her ankles on either side of his head. She knew she was showing off as she leaned even further in to kiss him again.
He was supporting her weight now as he lowered her waist. She felt his cock at the entrance of her pussy as he eased himself into her. She moaned into his mouth, feeling no pain, having removed her hymen with her enlarged fingers a long time ago. She allowed her hands to shrink, letting her full weight to settle into Midoriya's arms as he fully penetrated her to her cervix. Even her enlarged, magic fingers had suddenly took second place to having a warm body next to you and inside you.
Izuku's mind cleared a bit as his dick bottomed out inside Kendo's pussy. Her words finally registered through his euphoric high; they could be caught. Her entire class, not to mention All Might, were only meters away in the other room. He also realized he had nothing prepared as he had with Ochaco. He really wasn't sure he could stop his quirk now, but even thinking about Ochaco might have terrible consequences at this moment. What if he mixed their quirks? So many questions…
Carrying Kendo over to a stall, he backed in, allowed the door to shut then leaned her against it as he started moving his hips. Feeling his warm cock as it shifted in and out of her made Itsuka cry out and shudder in a mini-orgasm. She wished she didn't have her top on, her breasts feeling constricted in her sports bra. Nothing she could do about that now, even fondling her breasts herself helped, but felt… limited. Her breathing intensified as her cervix was pummeled again and again by Midoriya's, no… Izuku's dick.
The door to the boy's rest room opened. "Hey, uh, Midoriya? Are you in here?"
Itsuka's eyes went wide as she cupped her hands over her mouth. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on Izuku like a vice, causing a grunt of pleasure to escape from him before he could stop it. Realizing he had no choice but to answer, "Yeah." He said, "Yeah, still here."
"Are you ok? All Might's getting worried." Izuku finally recognized the voice. It was Nirengeki Shoda, double impact user.
"Yeah, uh, something I ate didn't agree with me. Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can, please."
"Sure, ok." The short boy left; confident he had completed his mission.
With a sigh of relief, both Itsuka and Izuku looked at each other with a small laugh. Izuku shifted her legs to rotate her feet to the floor, Itsuka bracing against the walls for support.
"So, you're feeling better now?" Itsuka asked. She had never been more scared in her life when that door opened. Her life and livelihood were on the line, praying Izuku could string a coherent sentence together. Luckily, whatever it was had worn off; or at least, the worst of it.
"Almost." With her feet on the floor now, he had successfully turned her over without removing his cock from her pussy. He grabbed her hips and pushed back into her to the hilt. Bent over, he hit some new spots inside her vagina that erased any thought in her mind of stopping.
He wrapped his arms around her, over and under her breasts and pulled her close to him. She could feel his dick resting on her g-spot as gently nibbled on her ear, "I am only thinking of you, now."
Hearing that declaration caused a wave of pleasure to reverberate through her body. She moaned as she craned her neck to kiss him again. He let her go, moving his hands to her hips as he pounded as fast as he could. She orgasmed, forcing them both to their knees in the bathroom stall. Her face was pressed to the door as he mercilessly assaulted her pussy from behind, reaching even further into her until her cervix was penetrated and he unloaded his balls. The feeling of hot semen shooting into her sent her over the brink again as she collapsed into a quivering mass on the cold floor.
Izuku caught his breath as he sat on the toilet, cursing himself. He was in so much trouble on so many levels, it hurt to think about. Just how much a drastic hold did his quirk have over him? He was now responsible for Itsuka now, too. Hopefully she could be reasoned with. And Ochaco… what had he done? Could he ever even look her in the eye again?
He cleaned up Itsuka as best he could, pulling her underwear and pants up as she began to stir. She turned and planted another kiss on him before tying up her pants, "That was something else," she said with a smile, "but we need to get out of here. Go on ahead. I'll be out in a few minutes." She ushered him out the door and turned back to look in the mirror. She began putting her uniform back together to make herself presentable. She stopped midway and stared at her reflection. She didn't look different at all, but it felt like the person she was looking at wasn't really herself at all. "I can't believe I did that," she said as one corner of her mouth turned up slightly.
Having no other choice but to take their chances, Izuku made himself presentable as he stepped out to the hall and back to the observation room. The fourth set of teams were still battling. Sen Kaibara, who could spin any part of his body like a drill and Kojiro Bondo, with a head like a glue dispenser that dispensed actual glue, were stuck outside the building still trying to get in. Juzo Honenuki, a boy with a face like a skull who could soften any surface into mud, had collapsed the bottom four floors inside the test building as his parter, Setsuna Tokage used various parts of her body to prevent the hero team from entering. She had skillfully avoided most Bondo's glue traps, still having most of her body parts flying around as they were simply running the time out.
The match ended with a victory for the villains…
"Midoriya!" All Might suddenly appeared in front of him and seized him by his shoulder. "Where the hell have you been?"
As All Might leaned in close, Izuku felt shame wash over him, "I'm sorr…"
"Never mind that. I need you to take over the class. I have to go."
Izuku blinked. All Might was holding up three fingers close to his chest so only he could see. Three fingers? Three… Three hours. All Might had used some of his time up before coming to class and now he has to leave early?!
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure. You can count on me." What else could he say?
All Might turned to the class, "I'm sorry, students, but duty calls. I leave you in Midoriya's capable hands. Now, watch how a hero makes an exit, like he's got someplace to beee…"
Izuku hoped All Might didn't recycle his lines too often. At least outside of his normal catchphrases, that is.
Izuku's heart seized up for a moment as he realized All Might was running towards the boy's rest room, but nearly collapsed in relief as he continued on past and out of the building. The nominal teaching assistant cleared his throat to get the attention of the class, as well as to stop them from looking down the hall. "I apologize for not being able to watch the last match, meaning your grade will depend solely on All Might. Right then, let's finish off today with our last match-up. Team H as the heroes. Heh, nice. And Team I as the villains."
"Why should we be the villains? Just because Yangi has this gothic ghost motif, you think she should automatically be the villain? Rather discriminatory, don't you think?"
"Nieto Monoma, right?" Izuku asked. "First of all, it's a random lot draw…"
"We shouldn't even have to participate at all, considering All Might isn't here to watch. What's the point of exposing our quirks if there is no one to watch?"
"So, you don't want to participate." Izuku stated. "That's fine. I'll just note it here for Vlad King to see." He wrote it in his notes, "'F for the day for Monoma'…"
"Hold on. I never said I wouldn't participate," Momona protested. "I just want to know what the point of it all is."
"You mean aside from receiving a grade?" Izuku quirked an eyebrow. He hated this. Confrontations weren't this thing, but he had to keep appearances up, especially for All Might's sake. He had to keep the upper hand, "Never turn down a chance to train. You want to make it as a hero, you have to be willing to test yourself at every opportunity," he paraphrased from his study of Crimson Riot, Heroics for the Future, notebook #4, page 32.
"Coming from someone who isn't even trying to be a hero, those words really don't mean much, do they?" Monoma's question was more directed to his classmates, a few of whom nodded in agreement.
"How many more of you feel that way?" Itsuka Kendo asked, standing directly behind Monoma,
"How long have you been there?" Monoma squeaked as he jumped in alarm.
"I've been here a while, thanks for noticing." She said smoothly. "So, despite doing exactly what Mr. Kan warned us NOT to do, you still want Midoriya to participate in the match?"
Several of the boys and Setsuna Togake in the class nodded, "Why should a loser from General Studies be able to give us a grade or tell us anything about how to be a hero?" Kamakiri, the sharp user, stated.
"Not to put too fine a point on it, but it does come down to credentials," the beastial Shishida added.
"How does being All Might's personal assistant not count as 'credentials'?" Hiryu Rin, one of the few dissenting boys, asked.
"It would be hypocritical of him to judge us without any foresight into our career choice." Ibara Shiozaki intoned.
Kendo looked at her fellow classmates in shock, "I can't believe you guys. Why…?"
"Kendo, it's all right," Midoriya interrupted. "Don't worry. I expected this to come up and I can understand why they think the way they do." He turned to the rest of the group, "Is there any other way to convince you…?"
"Dude, if you can't man up, then you should give up your assistant spot to someone who's really ready to be a hero." Tetsutetsu said.
"Fine." Izuku looked under the counter to find the med kit, right next to it was a tool box. The medical kit was a larger kit, fully stocked, including a medical mask which he hastily put on. Opening the tool box, he considered trying to claim the whole box as his support gear, but that probably wouldn't fly. Inside the tool box was an assortment of commonly used tools, multi-tools, measuring devices and a roll of duct tape. "Heh. Lucky me," he whispered ominously. It was a new roll, making him wonder if All Might had anything to do with it. He turned back to the students and help up the roll of tape, "This is my quirk and support gear. I'll be taking Monoma's place in the next exercise."
"Now, wait a minute," Monoma objected as he grabbed Midoriya by the wrist. "Who said…" He was suddenly grabbed by the back of his collar and dragged backwards away from the green-haired assistant to come face to face with Itsuka Kendo.
"You've caused enough trouble." She scolded. "Now, you let him have his say."
"Thank you. Yanagi, are you ok with being part of your team?"
Through her white bangs, the ghostly Reiko could see some of the girls and a few boys seemed to appreciate the GS student asking for her permission rather than demanding acceptance or pulling rank. Others seemed to think this was a sign of weakness. Quite frankly, she didn't care much for their attempts at bullying and she vowed she would do her best to show them up. "I accept you," she said in her usual ominous tone.
"Manga Fukidashi and Kinoko Komori will be the heroes. Yanagi and I will have five minutes to prepare. The timer will start once we enter the building. Kendo, you manage the controls." He said, handing her All Might's ear-com.
"Sure," she said confidently as accepted the small device. At that moment she didn't feel very confident as she looked at the small ear-piece, or rather her hand that held it. In her other hand was Monoma's collar, but it was, disturbingly, still normal sized. She had meant to grab him and hold him off the ground, but her hand wouldn't enlarge. She was left simply holding his tuxedo collar with nothing to back her up.
When the teams left the room, she pulled the copy-quirk user close to her. "Tell me, what did you get from his quirk?"
Monema thought he was in for more scolding but relaxed when he heard her question. He started to smile, but stopped, "Nothing," he said.
"What?" she growled dangerously.
"I-I mean he definitely has a quirk," his bravado failing him in front of the angry big-sister of 1-B, "but it's…, how should I put it? It's locked up behind a gate and I have no idea what the key is. If I can't unlock it, I have no way to tell what his quirk really is."
"Wait, you mean he's going to do this quirkless?" Awase asked as he scratched at his headband. He had been standing close enough to listen in and now felt a little guilty for not stopping a helpless guy get put into this situation.
"That depends on the key." Monoma responded. "It could be anything."
'…I tasted you.' Midoriya's haunting words echoed in Itsuka's mind. She was suddenly very conscious of how close she was holding on to Monoma. She suddenly gave him a 'guiding' shove towards the gathering of boys and did her best to hold a poker face as she turned to distract herself by trying to figure out how to run the cameras from the control console… and the five-minute timer…
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When the hero team was finally told to enter, they didn't really have a plan. Being the most versatile, Fukishida went first, his speech-bubble head quivered with nervousness. This did nothing to calm his partner down. The short mushroom girl nervously followed behind, wondering why exactly did Professor Kan instruct them to not provoke All Might's assistant. Fukishida didn't have an answer either, so the pair entered the villains lair with no clue what to expect except for Yangi's Poltergeist quirk, which was spooky enough.
On the second floor they came across a hallway lined with strips of duct tape with the glue side out in various star shapes, giving the entire hallway an occult-like appearance. At the end of the hall was a door frame with tape covering enough that you could not see inside. It was such an obvious trap, but where else would you put a bomb but behind a trap? It really wasn't much of a choice.
They made their way down the hallway, avoiding the spell-circles taped to the wall as they waved and shimmered in an unfelt breeze. As they reached the end of the hallway, they stood in front of the tapped door-frame as the smallest sound of tearing came from behind them. Komori fearfully looked back to see the tape circles animate and began to float, blocking their way back.
"M-manga?" Her voice quivered as she tried to get her parner's attention. The speech-bubble with a comic page as a mask turned to only in time to see the tape-stars start to dance and appear to chase the pair.
They screamed as Midoriya jumped through the door frame in front of them, slamming into Fukishida and covering him with the blanket of duct tape that previously blocked their view. The Comic user only caught a glimps of Yanagi behind the green-haired assistant as he fell, the tape blanket gluing him to the floor. Komori screamed before calling his name "EEEK! Manga! Help!" before footsteps retreated down the hall.
*RIP* *SHREAD* *TEAR* These words took physical form as they popped out through the tape covering him. He sprang to his feet and discarded his mask, an angry-face emoji in his head-balloon, ready to fight as ribbons of torn duct tape were left hanging from him.
The hallway was empty except for a ring of mushrooms spread like an explosion growing up the wall from where Komori had been standing along with her mushroom styled hat. The villains, his partner, the star-tape shapes, all of them were gone. He was alone. It had been less than five seconds and he was now separated from his partner. He looked in the room that Midoriya had come from only to find it empty. The obvious trap had been too obvious.
He ran to the third floor, hoping to catch up with the partner-nappers. Having no idea, where they might be and no way to track them, he considered taking the time to search the floor before a scream came from above him. Surely, they wouldn't resort to torture. Another scream made his decision for him as he ran up the steps. He could hear Komori crying from the nearby room.
"Let her go!" He yelled as he entered the room, only to be hit in the face with a mushroom. Not just one, but a whole slew of mushroom pelted him from across the open space. He could see the fake bomb with Yanagi standing in front of it. Her arms were outstretched as she telekinetically hurled all of the mushrooms that were continuously popping into existence at him. Behind her was Komori, wrapped in duct tape, face down on the floor with Midoria sitting akimbo on her thighs, trapping her feet with legs, mercilessly tickling her feet as tears streamed down her face. It wasn't her crying that he'd heard, it was her laughter. "Mangaaa! Help! I can't concentrate! Aaaahaaaha. Stop. Please make it stop!"
*WHOOOSH* appeared in front of Fukishida, a sudden wind blowing all the thrown mushrooms back at Yanagi. His onomatope was telekinetically ejected out the door as a wave of previously thrown mushrooms crashed into him all at once, blocking his vision. New mushrooms were starting to grow on him as well now.
*BOOM* was thrown in a desperate attempt to distract Yanagi, but it was hurled right back at him without missing a beat. Luckily it was only a small explosion of concussion and sound, as he didn't want to hurt his partner, but he was well within the blast radius when it came back. His hearing was filled with a ringing alarm as fell to the floor, disoriented.
"Yanagi." Midoria called as he threw the capture tape into the air. It flew over to the fallen hero stretching out and wrapping around him. Midoria rolled off his own exhausted captive before wrapping capture tape around her was well.
"And the villain team wins!" Kendo announced through their earpiece.
With her hands hanging in front of her, as she normally stood, Yanagi turned to face her partner as he stood up and raised both of his hands for a double high-five. "You are devious, Mr. Midoriya," she complimented him, returning his high-fives.
Kendo was glad she had finally found the record button as the cameras captured all the action. The villains returned carrying the heroes. Manga on Izuku's back as Reiko pulled Kinoko, still bound in duct tape, along in a ghostly float. There were greeted by a mix of boos and applause. He handed Fukishida off to some of the boys as others started to berate him. "Boo! Foul. That was such a cheat."
"Knock it off!" Kendo yelled. "He won your little challenge, now give him a chance to speak."
"But he cheated." Monoma whined.
"How?"
"He's wearing that face mask. That was a meta-move." Tetsutetsu said. "A real villain wouldn't have known about Komori's spores…"
"Yes, they would." Midoriya cut him off. "First off, I could argue it was part of my costume. In the same way Yanagi's face mask protected her, but you aren't going to call her on it, are you? Second, you forget that becoming a hero also means becoming a celebrity. Everything about you, your quirks, your skills, even your backgrounds will become public as all the hero nay-sayers will pick you apart to discredit you and you know it. Villains will always have the upper hand when it comes to knowing the quirks of who they are up against, and a smart villain will know how to use it against you."
"What makes you think you know so much?" Kamakiri sneered.
"I'm not going to sit here and brag about myself. You can ask Vlad King or All Might that when you see them next."
"But Yanagi did all the work. You didn't do much of anything."
"It was Midoriya's plan and it was flawless," the ghostly Yanagi said. "His teamwork was exceptional. I can see why Professor Kan warned us not to take Midoriya lightly."
"Some of you seem to think the pro heroes in this school are just a showpiece for your own rise to heroics. But, they have real-world experience that you should be taking advantage of and when they tell you something, you should listen to them," Izuku scolded. "That's it, class dismissed. Return your costumes for cleaning and repairs. Anyone injured should be taken to the nurse's office. Komori, go with them. Recovery Girl can help you with that tape in your hair." The poor mushroom girl whimpered in response.
"This sucks," the group complained as they left, "First All Might bails on us then we get shown up by a quirkless nobody with a roll of duct tape."
"Kendo, could I have a word with you before you leave?" Midoriya asked in a formal manner.
Itsuka cursed herself as she could not stop herself from blushing before she remembered she had questions as well. "You guys go on," she said to her friends, "I'll catch up." Togake gave her a serrated smirk before she turned and followed the rest of the group.
As the last of her class moved out of ear-shot, she rounded on guilty-looking green-haired boy. "Ok, what's the deal? My quirk isn't working and I have to assume it has something to do with what we did." The memory made her blush even more. "I mean, with your quirk. I'm not going to get instantly pregnant, am I?"
"What? No." Izuku said, "At least, I don't think so. No more than usual, I guess."
"How is that an answer?!" she asked, waving her arms, frustrated.
"Listen, what happened was a fluke; an accident, but I promise you, nothing bad will happen. By tomorrow morning we will know for sure."
"What happens tomorrow morning?"
"Please, just meet me at the track behind the school tomorrow two hours before school starts. I'll explain everything, ok? And bring an extra change of clothes, just to be safe."
She looked at him for a moment before, "You're lucky you're so damn cute." She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close and kissed him. He kissed her back but the enthusiasm from before wasn't there. She turned and left him to go get changed.
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He watched her go, angry tears washed down her face as she ran out the gate of UA.
He told Shinsou that he had personal business to take care of and couldn't make their after-school workout. The weight of what he had done weighed heavily on him. He lifted his hand to touch his cheek, still sore from where she had punched him. It would bruise, no doubt, maybe even give him a black eye. He didn't move from where he had landed, on his butt under a tree. He curled his knees to his chest, looking again in the direction she had disappeared.
"Ochaco, I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry." He wept, though there was no one there to hear him.
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Argh! High School drama. I have no idea what I'm doing. Well, just keep moving forward and hope you guys like it, I guess.
This took a while to write. I realized that All Might and Midoriya are mostly neutral to both class 1-A and 1B, so I had to write a (near) equal bit for the sister class. For the 1-B match-ups, I used a list randomizer I found online, then build a small scenario around each. Poor Manga and Kinoko drew the short straw and Reiko was the perfect partner at this time around. It worked out well.
I'm thinking about randomizing the USJ as well, scattering the students to different locations than canon to shake things up.
Until next time…