Inspired by Quantity of Quirks by Primordial Vortex.
And like the phoenix from the ashes, I have risen again!
... just, nowhere near as majestic.
Umm... hey! Long time no read. Heh. Ok, I'm hoping all of you read the note at the top because I'm not repeating myself! Let's just say I mention some important stuff there and leave it at that.
Moving on, I have to give thanks, from the bottom of that empty space I call a heart, to Primordial Vortex and the Ultra Instinct team on his Discord server for helping me get the inspiration to write back.
Also, big shout out to PV, Kairomaru, Salante, TheSinful and ELuckArcher6 for beta-reading this chapter and helping me plan the fic as a whole.
Ok, some things I'm sure I'll have to point out, so better to do it right at the beginning,
Let's start with this. Yes, I'm back! After about a year of silence, and over 2 with writer's block, I'm finally writing again!
Now, those of you coming from an author alert may not like to hear, but are probably expecting at this point. I'm taking a step back from the HP fandom. I'll probably end up rewriting both my multi-chapter stories for it, but for now those 2 are on hiatus.
And now, for what actually concerns this fic. In case you didn't read the tags, this is a Crack Fic! Don't take anything too seriously. Hell, I literally started writing it because of a joke we made on PV's server.
Also, yes, this is a harem fic. No, I'm not telling you who is in the harem.
And to close this long AN. The Ochako Uraraka in this fic is based on her prototype version, look her up. She will still be a little ball of sunshine and joy by the name of Ochako, but her Quirk and looks will be different!
That's all I have to say for now, so see you all at the end!
'Wha…?' She held her side in pain, eyes widening in shock. She shook her head in fear, 'Nonononono! it's too soon!' But to her horror, she could feel her pants wetting. 'This can't be happening! That can't be my water breaking! It's too soon! It's way too soon!'
These were the only thoughts playing over and over through the young woman's mind as she groaned from what she was increasingly sure was another contraction.
"Are you sure, baby? You don't want to come out yet, do you? Wouldn't you prefer to wait another 2 months?" She pleaded with her swollen belly and the little life that should be still growing inside of her.
It had been about half a year since that night. She'd been bored out of her skull and her best friend had invited her for a night out, and had gotten more drinks in her hand than she had planned on. The incredibly charming man she'd hooked up with had been close to graduation. She hardly remembered his name; H-something. She never saw him again; not even the morning after. They'd hooked up, and a few weeks later she couldn't keep her food down. How was she supposed to know the condom would break?
Needless to say, she and her friend hadn't spoken in months.
And now here she was, 19 years old, 7 months pregnant, experiencing contractions and trying to call someone, anyone with one hand while the other held her pained side. Another contraction struck and she almost heaved.
"Ah!" She whimpered in pain, "Please, love, if you are so insistent on coming out now, at least help me here? Please?"
She didn't know if her baby had heard her, but she had a long enough respite to call herself an ambulance.
'Hopefully they will arrive before my baby.' She thought with a small chuckle, just as another contraction hit.
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She was laying on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling. But her eyes were unfocused, and she wasn't really seeing anything. She could feel the tears going down her cheeks, but she didn't care.
She hadn't been able to even hug her baby. To feed him for the first time. The nurse had quickly taken him away while she was moved in the opposite direction, to an average hospital room.
A couple of hours later, a somber doctor she had never met came in and told her that her baby might not even make it past the night. Probably wouldn't make it past the night. The most important person in her life now might be leaving it without her even getting to hold him.
She felt numb. Numb and fully cognizant of the fact that if her baby didn't make it, neither would she. After losing both of her parents to a Villain attack they had gotten caught in the crossfire of, getting pregnant to a charming man who didn't care at all about her, and now likely losing her baby…
It was that night that Midoriya Inko realized that no, the world wasn't fair.
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Six weeks. Six long, excruciating weeks. Six weeks where she stayed in the hospital, sitting right beside her baby's incubator.
He had been born extremely small, barely 10 inches long and 3.3 pounds of weight.
The doctors hadn't expected him to make it as she'd been informed. But after that first night, she knew better. Her baby boy was a fighter. And she would fight too.
"Just stay strong sweetie," she told him through the glass, "The doctors say that it won't be long until we're able to go home, so keep fighting for me, will you?" She smiled at her sleeping baby.
"My little Izuku."
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'Little' wasn't a word she could use to describe her baby anymore.
It had been two months since the days of continuous worrying and fretting over her baby's life. You could be forgiven for thinking it had been a lot longer though, considering her baby was now about as big as a year-old toddler.
They were on the bus back home after she took him for his monthly check up. The current consensus was that his size was just a side effect of whatever his Quirk may be, if not the Quirk itself.
She still didn't know where the horns came from though. Maybe someone on his sperm donor's side of the family had them? She was pretty sure the guy himself didn't, at the very least. She didn't know if anyone in her family had them… but it wasn't as if she could ask her parents anymore.
Her thought process was interrupted by the always welcome sound of her baby giggling.
Turning around, she was about to ask her son what was so funny before her mind processed what she was seeing.
A frankly beautiful younger woman was sitting behind them and making funny faces at her Izuku. She had long, black hair held up in a messy ponytail, blue eyes and a soft, kind face. Same face that was slowly turning scarlet at being caught.
She also was currently in the middle of poking her tongue out at her baby.
As Inko's lips twitched, she started to stammer, "I-I'm sorry, it's just, your baby was so adorable, and looking at me with his wide green eyes and then suddenly he tilted his head and looked just like a cute little puppy with all that fluffy hair and-" The stranger hastily tried to explain herself.
Inko tried, she really did, but she just couldn't bite back the little giggle that escaped her lips.
"It's fine, really," she reassured the woman, standing to go sit beside her, "Anyone that considers my Izuku 'cute' is alright in my book, miss…?"
"Nemuri," the now calm woman introduced herself with a sigh, "Kayama Nemuri, and your baby is adorable!" She reiterated, hesitantly reaching down and tickling under his chin and prompting another giggle out of him, "How old is he?" Izuku grabbed her finger and she just about died.
Inko loved when people asked her that question. "Two months," she answered, and delightedly laughed at her new acquittance's mental crash.
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Kayama Nemuri couldn't believe her luck.
One year ago, after a baby-induced cuteness overload in her brain during a bus ride, she had met the woman sitting right across the table from her.
With long, dark green hair, bright green eyes (the same eyes a 6-year-old-kid-sized toddler she loved very much had looked at her with on that bus) and a round, soft face, no one could deny that Midoriya Inko was one beautiful woman. When you then took into account the body currently wrapped on a tight green dress that really left very little to the imagination, it became very hard for Nemuri to find words to describe her. She only hoped that what she was going to tell her tonight wouldn't scare her off. [Bit too much paragraph separation IMO]
It wasn't their first date. Far from it. They had gone on many since that meeting. At first they just hung out, or went to a cafe near UA after her classes were over for the day. Nemuri just loved playing with little Izuku, and Inko had welcomed a friend for herself as well. Those afternoons of hanging out slowly morphed into going dancing, or to a club, which just recently had turned into romantic dinners.
And now here she was, ready to spill her biggest secret over dinner to her hopefully soon-to-be-girlfriend. The first rule her homeroom teacher had hammered into their heads was that their actual identities were sacred, and to only trust a precious few with them if they wanted any kind of privacy. [Surprised this never happened in canon. All Might is legit the only one without a widely known name.]
"Inko," she said, taking the woman's hand in his own and rubbing her thumb over it, anything to keep her nerves at bay, "There's something I need to tell you, but…"
"Nem," Inko was looking at her with those warm eyes that every mother knew how to make, "I like you, no matter what. You know that."
"I know, I know, but this is big Inko, really big," she looked up at her small, encouraging smile, "Ok, here goes…" she inhaled deeply.
"I'm/You're Miss Midnight!" Both of them said softly at the same time, one worried, the other understanding.
Inko chuckled at Nemuri's shocked face. She tilted her head and pouted, "Wasn't I supposed to know?"
"But, how…?" Nemuri was still trying to process what was going on. It wasn't supposed to go like this! How did Inko know?!
"Sweetie, you know I'm studying to be a Support Item Designer, right?"
Nemuri nodded. It was one of the first things she had found out about her. Before getting pregnant, Inko had started studying to become a Designer focused on the Heroics side of things. But she put her career on pause to be able to raise Izuku and was now taking night classes, since she had no one to rely on to look after Izuku while she was at school. That had been one of the things that had drawn the two together, as Nemuri had no issues helping Inko out and had become a real friend in the process.
"Well, what very few Hero students remember, is that when they send their Costume Applications in, their name is included among the information the Support Company is given." She stopped to take a little sip of water, mischief in her eyes, "And four years ago, I was put in charge of a very fun project~! A young Hero student that had sent in a request for only a coat and a belt..." Inko trailed off, a teasing smile on her lips and a faint pink hue on her cheeks.
Nemuri was really blushing now. All this time, the woman she was falling for had known who she actually was- Oh god, what did she think about some of her racier requests?! Inko couldn't keep her giggles in. Nemuri just had that effect on her.
The Heroine, for her part, just cleared her throat, "So," god, why was she so awkward right now? She's supposed to be the smooth one damnit! She's the R-Rated Hero for crying out loud! How was it that Inko always managed to fluster her so?! "It doesn't bother you?" She asked, steeling herself, just in case.
Inko decided to take mercy on her and stop the teasing. Bringing their joined hands to her lips and kissing Nemuri's palm. "I told you already sweetie, I like you, all of you."
All the tension left her body at that, she still had a chance. "So, will you be my girlfriend?"
Inko leaned over the table. "Thought you would never ask." She said, right before their lips met in a sweet, slow kiss.
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Nemuri crouched down a bit (really, how did he grow so much?) and put a soft kiss on her son's (because he was as much her's as he was Inko's now) forehead, "Have a good day sweetie!"
"Bye mama!" Her baby said before running off to his best friend. A little girl by the name of Bakugō Mitsuki.
She was the only one of her Izuku's classmates that wasn't intimidated by his size or strength. Considering that Izuku towered over her (and all of their classmates too), that was no mean feat for a four-year-old. The girl reminded her a lot of herself, actually. Confident, a bit abrasive but never to the point of harassment or abuse, the little firecracker seemed to be a firm believer of the tough love philosophy.
Mitsuki's father, on the other hand…
Let's just say that both her and Inko preferred to keep one Katsuki Bakugō at arm's length at the least. Really, how could a guy like that be that little sweetheart's father?
Her alarm started beeping and she realized that if she didn't hurry, she would be late to her morning class. God, why did she decide to become a teacher again?
Oh, right, Nezu talked her into it. Crazy chimera.
As she walked towards her car, she could have sworn she heard her once-principal-now-boss cackle.
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It was official. Their little family wasn't meant for normality.
'Really' Nemuri thought, 'I don't know what I was expecting. Our six-year-old son is five feet tall, for crying out loud!'
After news that kids with strong Quirks were being kidnapped and weren't heard from again had reached her and Inko, she thought it would be a good idea to take them away on a little holiday to get their minds off of everything back home.
Of course, Izuku's Quirk decided there's no better time to finally manifest, completely destroying the theory that he'd been born with some type of Mutant Quirk! For the longest time, they figured that had to be it. Izuku was just too big and too durable. He had been hit by a car once and not gotten hurt. She swore she could still feel her heart in her throat from when the school had called to deliver the news. Inko had almost fainted before she heard that he was okay.
She shook her head. Not the time to get lost in her thoughts. Her little-big boy had to be scared from the change, "Izuku, sweetie, you have to draw it in!" She would have time to discuss with Inko why Lady Luck seemed to be on their case after they dealt with this 'little' situation.
"Mama? W-Why did you shrink?" Oh, how it broke her heart to hear him so afraid, but they had to remain strong for him right now. Also damn near broke her eardrums. He was loud.
"Don't worry baby, we're here," Inko joined in, looking extremely anxious, "You just need to calm down! Now, close your eyes, and draw it in, could you do that for us honey?"
"I-I'll try mom." He said as softly as he could.
The moment everything was back to normal, both mothers rushed to hug their son. Once they had calmed down, they went to the nearest office so they could update Izuku's Quirk.
On the way there, all 3 of them discussed how his Quirk should be named. Both mothers knew that naming it anything that sounded powerful could paint a target on their son's back, so they settled on a name that would still represent that, while sounding fairly unassuming at the same time.
And so, the Waterfall Koi was born.
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"Are you sure about this, sweetie?" Nemuri asked her son.
They had recently come back from their holiday, and the first thing Izuku asked was if he could show his Quirk to Mitsuki.
Now, it wasn't that they didn't trust Mitsuki, they adored that little firecracker, they would have her live with them if they could, even! But she was still a six-year-old girl. A six-year-old girl that, if they went through with this, they would be asking to keep a big secret from everyone but them. But their son was nothing if not determined, so they ended up relenting after Izuku's continued use of his puppy dog eyes. Nemuri asked Nezu if they could use one of UA's gyms during a weekend so Izuku could 'practice' with his Quirk in secret.
Turned out, Nezu had (somehow?!) been expecting it and had had it reserved a week in advance with a whole cover story ready so no one would come anywhere near Gym Gamma for the duration of their stay.
Really, her furry little boss was scary when he wanted to be.
So here they were now. Nezu, Recovery Girl, Inko, herself and little Mitsuki, sitting about 30 feet from her son, who nodded resolutely, "Yes, mama!" He said, closing his eyes and letting that come forward again.
It was the first time Nemuri saw Nezu actually look shocked. Seems even he wasn't expecting something quite like this.
Inko leaned over towards little Mitsuki's ear, "This is why we have to keep Izuku's Quirk a secret dear," she whispered to the girl, "Can we trust you to not tell anyone that doesn't already know?"
The explosive girl absently nodded, still fixated on her best friend, a face-splitting grin on her lips. She started to cackle, "Don't worry Auntie Inko, I won't tell anyone. I wish those dummies from our class could see him now though!"
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Their mail had just been delivered, and Inko couldn't hold back the groan that escaped her lips at the first letter on the pile.
"Oh boy," said Nemuri, coming to stand behind her and putting a mug of hot chocolate on the table for her wife. "What happened now?"
"Another…idiot!" the verdette's growly whine was both adorable and a little bit worrying, "It's another complaint! It's the fifth one this week, and it's Tuesday!" She dropped her head back, letting it rest on the Pro Heroine's toned stomach. "How does this keep happening?! It's not like he's invisible!"
Nemuri pursed her lips, torn between laughing like mad and cursing up a storm. Since they moved into their current house and Izuku started playing outside, they had been receiving a continual stream of letters just like that one.
Their son hadn't stopped growing, or even slowed down. At seven he was already over five feet tall and as wide as two kids his age at the shoulders. Not to mention much stronger and more resilient than any seven-year-old had any right to be. Really, it was the driver's fault! It wasn't their fault the idiot couldn't slow down and not hit a boy playing on the street. If the car was totaled the driver had it coming! And the fact that Izuku never got hurt or even frightened when it happened made them all go from stammering apologies to whining about their cars! Why, she oughta-
"Nem," Inko sighed from her position against her tummy, "What do we do? We can't keep paying for the totaled cars, and taking these people to court is getting old fast," she pecked one of her abs, "And these letters are all so whiny!"
Nemuri hummed, deep in thought. The idea her brain had suddenly thrown at her could sound stupid, all things considered, but…
"What if we hired a babysitter?"
Inko just raised an eyebrow at that, "Love, I work from home, what do we need a babysitter for?"
"Really honey, it's quite simple!" She said, a spark of mischief in her eyes and playfulness in her voice. She would be playful now, before actually selling the idea, "To keep the cars safe from him!" That got the response she was hoping for, and Inko burrowed against her stomach to muffle her giggles. Nemuri would deny all allegations that she only did it to have Inko's face against her navel. "But honestly love," she said, running her hands through Inko's hair once the verdette's giggles had subsided, "Even if you work from home, you can't always keep an eye on him, or take him to the park. And the less said about how hectic my own work is, the better."
And it was true. Between her Hero work and classes, and Inko's own booming Support Company, it was hard to watch over their son. Sometimes Nemuri came home just to flop down on the bed out of sheer tiredness. Others, Inko was stressed beyond belief from Heroes or Sidekicks that kept moving the goalposts for their gear.
Nemuri could see she was getting through to her wife, so decided to quit while she was ahead, "At least consider it, love," she bent down to place a small kiss on top of her love's head.
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Aiba Manami was out on the streets.
That in and of itself was already rare enough in her opinion. The fact that it wasn't to go to the nearest grocery store made it as rare an event as seeing a double rainbow for her. Since that band of idiots made fun of her for laying her feelings bare on a letter a year ago, she had become a shut-in, spending her days in front of her computer surfing the web, not feeling the energy to do anything.
That was until last night, when she read a post by a user she got along with on a board she frequented.
Green_Mom writes
Babysitter needed!
My wife and I's jobs have been taking too much time out of us as of late, and we can't spend as much time as we would like with our son.
We can provide room and board if needed. You wouldn't even need to pay rent and we would still pay for the babysitting service.
If you're interested, DM me.
Green_Mom was one of, if not the most understanding commenter in her ranting post after she left her school that day. This user would reach out to her every so often to check if she needed anything. It was the first piece of positive human contact she had had since she became a shut-in, her parents having dropped her like last week's leftovers, only sending her enough money to pay for her online classes and the apartment she was living in. It was nice having someone who cared, even if that someone was just a faceless name on the internet.
She wasn't sure what was it about the post; if it was the offer of another place to live, the job or the user who made it, but something told her in her gut she should take the chance. So she had DM'd Green_Mom and asked where and when she could meet with them, and she had immediately gotten a message back with an address and telling her that today would be fine.
So here she was now, on her way to whatever this place Green_Mom wanted to meet her in was. She soon found herself in front of a pretty upscale house. Double-checking she was at the right address, she rang the doorbell and hoped for the best.
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Inko didn't know what to expect La_Brava to look like. It definitely wasn't this little waif though!
With her short stature and wide pink eyes, the only reason you could be sure she wasn't a little girl were her body's generous curves, especially for her size.
"G-Green Mom?" God, even her voice was like a doll's!
Still, never judge a book by its cover! "Yes! My name is Midoriya Inko, La_Brava-chan. Come in, come in!" She ushered the girl in! "Um, could I get your name? I don't think constantly calling you a nickname would be appropriate." She giggled sheepishly.
"Oh!" The short girl startled, "A-Aiba Manami, p-pleasure to actually meet you!"
Inko giggled and guided her online friend towards the living room. The short girl's natural adorableness had already inadvertently won her some points with the green-haired mother. As they came into the room, Manami studied the two people waiting for them there.
Sitting on a loveseat in front of the coffee table with the steaming cups of tea was a woman - Green_Mom's- Midoriya-san's wife, she guessed - with long, black hair coming down to her waist.
And a bit off to the side and sitting on a chair was a tall boy, she guessed around her age, with long, fluffy green hair, wide green eyes, four freckles on each cheek making diamond shapes and two long, curved horns coming out of his forehead, around a foot long each.
Ushering the girl to a seat, Inko handled the introductions, "Aiba-san, these are my wife, Kayama Nemuri, and our son, Midoriya Izuku."
Oh. She wondered for a moment if this was the boy she would have to babysit - if they hired her - but dismissed the thought. They probably had another child. "It's nice to meet you all." She said politely, "Is your second son sleeping? The one I'll be babysitting?"
The two women giggled, "We don't have a second son. You'll be babysitting Izuku here,"
"N-Nice to meet you, Manami-chan." Izuku said shyly.
Her jaw dropped slightly, and she floundered, "Ah, okay…? Huh? But why would someone my age need a babysitter?"
The two women renewed their giggles, as Izuku told her, "I'm only seven, Manami-chan."
has crashed. Jaw now totally unhinged, she stared at the three, two laughing and one blushing from her cuteness. "I-bu-?" She was totally floundering, "HUH?!" She finally squeaked, even waving her arms up and down like she was flapping nonexistent wings.
Inko finally got her giggles under control, "You see dear, Izuku here… doesn't always pay attention to his surroundings. He's never been hurt by anything. One time he put his hand on the stove and didn't even notice until I yelled at him." Izuku blushed hard at the memory, "So because of that... he hasn't really developed that fear of getting hurt, and doesn't pay attention when crossing the street. Or playing. At this point, he's been hit by… cars. Seven times. This month… which totaled the cars."
Manami clapped her hands to her mouth, unsure if she should be reacting with horror or uncontrollable laughter.
"T-Then what does he need the babysitter for?" The little redhead finally settled on asking, her voice wobbling a little.
"Well, the babysitter isn't as much for him per se," Nemuri tried to explain, her own giggles still not totally subsiding, "It's more so there's someone there to point out to him when he's being… unknowingly reckless, so to speak."
'If those were the tamer anecdotes, I think that's an understatement,' Manami internally deadpanned, a sweatdrop running down the back of her head.
She looked at the older-looking younger boy. She was sure that if the both of them were standing up, she wouldn't even reach his chest. How was she supposed to watch over him?
'I could always sit on his shoulders… or head… I think I may even fit on the curve of his horns…'
"-iba-san, Aiba-san!" Inko's voice startled her out of her thoughts, "Is something wrong?"
"Huh? Oh! N-No, nothing's wrong, just thinking, it's all!" She hastily reassured the nice woman.
Both women breathed a little sigh of relief. Izuku hadn't broken the girl's mind. "So, will you take the job then?" Nemuri went straight to the point.
"Huh? Just like that?" Manami was bewildered. She thought she was going to be interviewed, her life history looked at with a critical eye, asked for references, anything!
"Yes, just like that." Inko warmly smiled at her. "Even if we've only met in person now, we've known each other for months, haven't we? You've been my favorite person to talk to on the boards, and I hope I was able to help you regarding… what happened-" She said a little delicately, "-a few months ago. Even if only a little bit. I think we can trust you…" She started to giggle, "And…well… Like I said, even if we can't…. it's not like you'll be able to hurt him anyway." She giggled into her hand, getting a half-grin to crack on Manami's face.
Manami sniffed emotionally, before a beaming smile stretched across her lips and some little tears prickled at her eyes. She nodded resolutely, "When can I move in?!"
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'Well, this is awkward.' Thought the seven-year-old, giant boy.
He had only wanted to introduce his best friend to his new hopefully-friend and babysitter, honest! How was he supposed to know Tsuki-chan would go all territorial? So here they were now, the girls sitting on his bed having a stare-off contest, while he sat on the ground, tracing circles on the rug to keep himself distracted from the tens-
Wait… were those sparks between their eyes?!
A-Anyways. He couldn't think of anything to end the tension and get those two to get along!
Well, he could think of something… but it was embarrassing! Manami-chan's girly bits would press against him if he did! And there was always the risk of Mitsuki-chan panic-exploding! And he liked this shirt!
Mitsuki didn't know who this girl was. But she was living with her Zu-kun and was an older girl too! This couldn't be allowed to happen! Zu-kun was her best friend and she wouldn't let anyone take him away!
Manami didn't know what was going on, but her eyes were getting tired of this 'you blink, you lose' game. Also, she was getting a bit annoyed at how Izuku-kun's friend was looking at her. Didn't this girl know she was on her side?! She wanted Izuku-kun to be safe too!
Both of their thought processes were interrupted when a pair of big, strong arms wrapped around them and burrowed their faces against a strong chest.
'GOD DAMN IT ZU-KUN!' Mitsuki thought embarrassedly. He knew she hated this kind of surprise hug!
Manami's train of thought, on the other hand, was taking a completely different direction. 'How can a seven-year-old be this strong?! I mean, I know I'm small and pretty lightweight, but sti-'
"Please," Izuku's voice brought both of them out of their respective thoughts, "Can't you two just try to get along? For me?" As he said this, he lessened his hold on their heads so they could look up at him as he gave them his best puppy dog eyes.
'HOW CAN SOMEONE THAT BIG, PULL THOSE OFF SO WELL?!' For the first time since they met, both girls shared the same thought.
Mitsuki huffed, "Okay, I won't explode her, happy?"
"Lots!" He beamed, closing his eyes and putting both of them back down, missing their small disappointed frowns.
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Mitsuki Bakugō was out of breath from laughing so much. Seriously, some of the stuff Zu-kun would get up to while Mana-chan watched him was hilarious! At this rate she was gonna fall down!
"I still think that one was your fault, Mana-chan!" Said a red-faced Izuku.
"Really, Izuku-kun?" Came the teasing retort from the little redhead sitting on one of his horns, "Last time I checked, I'm not the one that's almost eight feet tall and has super strength! That poor tree didn't know what hit it!"
"And who was the one who tickled me?" The green-haired, gentle giant came right back, his face burning.
"How was I supposed to know it would work? You barely feel a car hitting you!"
"No, no more!" Guffawed the blonde, holding her stomach while sitting on her giant friend's shoulder, "I'm gonna pee!"
Mitsuki wouldn't deny that at first she thought Manami was gonna take away Izuku from her, but really, who could blame her? Here came this small, cute, older girl that would be living in his house from now on, while she was still the same little girl, living with her mom and the old bastard away from her best friend. But as time went on she realized that Manami wasn't taking Izuku away; she was just joining their honestly pretty short list of friends. And she was sure the redhead was one of the best ones she could have ever wished for.
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The small girl sleepily made her way towards the bathroom, her long hair trailing on the floor behind her like a soft, red carpet. 'Why did I let Mama Nem convince me to join UA?' She asked herself tiredly.
"Morning Manami-neechan." Came the tired greeting from the boy brushing his teeth.
"Morning Izuku-kun." She yawned out as an answer, taking his hand so he could pick her up and put her level with the mirror.
Once she had washed away some of the sleepiness from her eyes, she turned to look at the boy holding her aloft. Honestly, whoever saw them when they went out for a walk or to the park must have thought he was the babysitter. He was over five feet taller than her!
In the 2 years she had been living with her new little family (considering Nemuri and Inko had all but adopted her after she spilled the whole beans about her past one night), he seemed to just keep growing taller and his shoulders wider; why, he was nine feet tall but barely nine years old!
Meanwhile, she remained her same, tiny three-foot-eight. Really, the only things that seemed to grow in her body were her curves. She was lucky Mommy Inko was a Designer, or she wouldn't ever find clothes that fit her!
She patted the arm holding her steady, and Izuku gently set her down on the floor. She made her way towards the towels and picked one that was bigger than she was tall; no need to guess whose it was, "Can I borrow this one?"
"It's fine, Mana-neechan, you know you can use anything here." He waved his arm in her general direction, the 'small' breeze enough for her to need to brace herself.
Manami looked at him with speculative eyes, and spoke through her unfiltered sleepiness, "You know… you could easily dry my hair with that, Izuku-kun."
He chuckled sheepishly, a faint pink blush on his cheeks, "So," he cleared his throat, "What are we doing today?"
"Tsuki-chan is coming over so I can help you both study for your test next Monday," she slowly started to frown, her lips curving downwards, "Before I take the rest of the day off to study for my own test next week." She pouted, looked down at where her feet should be, the huge towel in her hand having swallowed them
"Why don't you just ask mom to help you? You know she's a Support Designer!"
It was hard to forget that part, considering the photo of the then-two-year-old Izuku standing between his two moms while Mommy Inko held up her diploma was her favorite one to look at. Also hard to forget since she wanted to work for her once she graduated.
"Oh, I am! Doesn't mean the material is any easier though!" The small redhead whined while looking up at her charge, the pout on her lips growing in playful annoyance.
She couldn't keep it up for long before they both broke into chuckles, Izuku washing his toothbrush and getting ready to leave the bathroom so his babysitter could take her shower, "Help me brush my hair when you're done?"
Manami's cheeks went pink as she giggled at that. She loved brushing his hair, mostly because it gave her an excuse to run her hands through it. It was so fluffy! "Sure Zu-kun! I'll go by your room!" She knew it could take her hours to brush all his hair. She couldn't wait!
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Loud laughter could be heard coming out of the only room in use in the house right now. Sitting on the bed inside the red, plushie-filled room, Mitsuki and Manami were having one of their girls' nights. And for tonight, they had the whole house for themselves.
Normally, either Inko or Nemuri – or sometimes even both of them – would join them while Izuku used the night he had for himself to either go over his Hero Analysis notebooks, study, or just be as much of a normal boy as you could be when you could make All Might and Endeavor look like average men.
Not this time though. Inko had to go to a Support Designers' conference, and took Izuku along to serve as mannequin to show off some of the materials she had come up with ("Half of them had to be invented because Izuku kept outgrowing his clothes," she had told them with a giggle before leaving), and Nemuri had been called in at the last minute to help with a patrol.
So here they were now, thirteen-year-old Bakugō Mitsuki and recent UA Support Course graduate Aiba Manami, completely alone for the night in a really large house.
Mitsuki would be lying if she said she wasn't stealing glances at her older, shorter friend. But come on, it was impossible not to! Her girls were huge for her frame! And every little movement made them jiggle so much! 'I wonder how she copes with them,' she thought, absently palming her own budding breasts, 'It's not like I don't know how much of a pain in the ass these things can be.' She had the biggest pair in their class.
"Huh? You okay Tsuki-chan?" Manami asked, bringing the blonde out of her inappropriate thoughts, "You look a bit flushed!"
"I-It's nothing, Mana-neechan!" She answered, quickly thinking up an excuse as she laid down on the bed. Anything to get away from Manami's gaze right now, "Just thought of something embarrassing, that's all!"
The small redhead gained a teasing grin at that, "Big, bad Tsuki-chan embarrassed?" She leaned towards her younger friend, unknowingly making her top hang low enough to give Mitsuki a deep view of her cleavage, "And what could make someone like you embarrassed, Tsu~ki~chan~?" With each syllable, she got closer and closer to Mitsuki's face, her voice growing ever breathier.
Mitsuki's heart was about to beat out of her chest, her face was burning, and she was pretty sure the butterflies should be outside sleeping, not inside her navel and being annoying. 'Deep breaths Mitsuki, deep FUCKING breaths! You're not bi! You have a crush on Izuku, remember? Izuku! Not the little minx in front of you. IZUKU, YOU FUCK!'
She was pretty sure she could get ready to kiss her innocence goodbye… until Manami burst in a fit of giggles. "Oh my god, you are so red!" The pink-eyed shortstack was rolling on the bed now, holding her stomach as she laughed.
"Nee-chan!" She complained. No, she didn't whine! Bakugō Mitsuki doesn't whine, damn it!
"Sorry, sorry," the short UA graduate breathed out, giggles still escaping her mouth every so often, "I just wanted to know why Mama Nem loves teasing so much!"
Mitsuki sighed, 'Well, at least she isn't asking anymo-'
"But seriously, what were you thinking of that had you so flushed?"
'FUCK! C'mon Mitsuki, think, think damn it!' The proverbial light bulb lit up in her head.
"Oh, I just, suddenly remembered that day we got an eyeful of our Zu-kun…" She trailed off, looking at her friend out of the corner of her eye. 'Payback's a bitch, Mana-neechan!' She thought with a grin as she saw the girl's face go as red as her hair.
"I-I told you we should have knocked!" Was the only retort coming from her friend, her arms adorably waving up and down. That was one of the reasons they loved getting her flustered.
"You sure as hell weren't complaining!" She sassed back. She couldn't blame her for that though, Izuku was pretty good eye-candy, even if he didn't have that much muscle to show off yet.
"A-Anyways!" The small girl hasted to change the theme, before some little not-so-secret secrets could come to light, "It's getting late, ready for bed?" She asked, taking off her shirt.
"Sure, I could sle-" Mitsuki said, rising up just in time to catch her friend with her pants down, bent over…
And giving her the most perfect view at that huge ass of hers, shaking as she tried to get her feet off her pants without falling.
'Fuck!' Mitsuki whimpered. She was sure her oh-so-hot friends were gonna be the death of her.
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Bakugō Mitsuki was nervous, even if she didn't look like it.
A year ago, she had realized she had gotten a crush on her big, cute best friend. Then a couple of months later, she realized she had also gotten a crush on her other adorable, small, and voluptuous best friend.
And then Izuku went and seemed to become hot overnight.
He had always been big. Shit, that was what drew her to him in the first place back when they were four. He towered over all of their classmates, and while the other kids were intimidated by or even outright scared of him, she simply saw a boy that had a mutant Quirk. Also, his horns were awesome.
But then, just earlier this year, he had shot up a lot. Like, 'I don't fit through the door' a lot. Fuck, he was just over eighteen feet!
And that was not taking into account that time she and Mana-neechan had walked in on him changing and gotten a perfect view of him shirtless just at the right angle to make his lean, slight muscle stand out. God, she so wanted to run her hands all over his torso!
Shit, now she was nervous and horny. Just like that time they went to the pool and she saw Mana-neechan's bikini almost snapping, the cords were just so strained-
'THAT ISN'T HELPING BRAIN! STOP MAKING ME HORNIER, YOU FUCK!' She inwardly shouted at her subconscious. She needed to be clear headed if she was gonna ask her two best friends this, damn it!
She had been standing in front of the door of their house for the last fifteen minutes because of this. She was sure Auntie Nem had already seen her out here and was laughing her ass off.
She had even made sure to look as hot as possible for her crushes. Her 'Milk?' top was spread thin over her breasts, and her short shorts were straining against her thighs and hips, her toned backside bouncing slightly with every step.
'Oh, for the love of- to hell with it!' And with that last thought, she rang the doorbell. [Hmmmm… Idk about this bit to this point. I know she's not just female Katsuki, but this seems like it might be a wee bit ooc]
For a moment she thought she was lucky it was Auntie Inko who opened the door. Then she saw the woman's little teasing smile and realized it wasn't only Auntie Nem looking at her standing there.
"Took you long enough dear," Inko giggled at Mitsuki's blushing, embarrassed face, "They are in his room."
"Thanks." The blonde muttered as she rushed inside.
"Mitsuki-chan!" Inko called out to her, deciding to give the girl she's known since she was four a little bit of her missing confidence, "You have nothing to worry about, you know that, right?"
"I know," the girl answered, not even turning back, "Thank you auntie." And she trudged deeper into the house, towards her first friend's room.
As she walked, she let her mind go down memory lane, thinking back on when all three of them were younger, before crushes and her friends' sexiness started to catch her attention.
She thought back at how, when they were tiny – well, when she was tiny at least. To her knowledge Zu-kun had never been so – she would have to learn a new route to her best friend's house every few years. Sometimes it took mere months instead, since as he grew up, he outgrew the house they were staying in. That trend continued until Auntie Nem had grown tired of having to learn a new route to her job every time and they had bought a little terrain not far from UA, building there a house that would actually last them… or at the very least one that they could modify at a moment's notice by calling a friend and coworker of Auntie Nem's.
And hadn't that been a shock? She'd been twelve when she found out that her Auntie Nem was the R-Rated Hero.
She remembered the antics they had gotten up to, both before and after Mana-neechan had joined their lives. Remembered some of the stories of Izuku's shenanigans because of his 'unknowing recklessness,' as her aunties would call it.
She remembered, too, the days she had realized her crushes on her best friends.
With Zu-kun, it had been him being his usual giant cinnamon roll self. She had forgotten her lunch at home, so he had shared his own with her. And she had simply, for apparently the first time, really looked at the changes time had done to her friend.
How his jaw had become sharp, with enough baby fat left to give him a boyish, cute look, and his old mop of hair had been replaced by a long, fluffy mane. His horns, once barely big enough for her to use to do pull ups, had grown so much she and Manami could now use them to comfortably sit on, not that they did unless he was sitting down too, a fall that long could be dangerous.
His shoulders were broad, and his body had that slight muscle that came simply from a good diet and being slim enough.
But his smile and personality had not changed a bit. He was still the same sunshine boy whose smile could light anyone's day.
Her heart went doki doki for him that day.
With Manami, first had come the emotional realization...
She and Izuku-kun had been sparring, deep in the forest they loved to explore as children, while Manami-chan watched.
She knew she couldn't actually hurt Izuku. The guy could be hit by a truck and the truck would be the one getting Isekai'd! But that just made it even better training for her, hoping to one day be able to at least give him a sting.
… The fact her explosions more often than not burned away his shirts didn't have anything to do with it, no matter what anyone said!
But she was tiring, even a finger flick from Zu-kun enough to push her back quite a few feet, while he remained as fresh as ever, the only sign she had managed to land a hit being the little burn marks on his clothes and the soot on his arms.
But a miscalculated hit from Izuku had sent her back much farther than normal, her tired form only stopping when her back hit against a tree.
And then Manami-chan was at her side, looking her over while Izuku made his way towards them and she herself stood up, ready to keep fighting.
Before she could though, Manami-chan had pressed a kiss to her forehead. Then it happened.
She suddenly found herself feeling like she could take on All Might himself she was so pumped up. And she had leapt up and sent a pretty good-sized explosion at her friend.
And he had staggered back.
She had made Izuku stagger back with one of her explosions!
And then Manami's words from when they had asked her what her Quirk was came back to the forefront of her mind.
"Oh, my Quirk is called Love! I can empower the people I love by telling them how much I love them, or giving them a kiss!"
Her brain had crashed at that. 'Mana-neechan loves me?!'
And that's how she realized she may have felt something more than friendship towards her shortstack of a friend too.
Then, that girls' night they were alone in the house she had realized that, yes, she did have a crush on Manami. And holy shit did that night give her material to get off to! I mean, look at that ass-
'HOLY SHIT MITSUKI! CONTROL YOUR FUCKING THIRST!'
Her thoughts had derailed themselves just in time for her to come to stand before the tall-as-fuck door to her oldest friend's room. And as she was about to knock, the room's owner opened the door.
If there was a moment in time when it really registered in her how much of a size difference there was between them, it was now. Her head barely came up to his knee, so she quickly looked up before allowing her eyes to rake over his body, feeling more than seeing Izuku doing the same to her. She suspected Auntie Inko would have to make him new clothes soon, the ones he had on right now were about to burst at the seams since his last sudden growth spurt.
Mana-neechan was sitting on his shoulder, and she was sure that if her own clothes were tight, Manami's were painted on! Really, how could those pants contain that ass?!
'Is that drool on the side of her mouth?' She wondered, 'Maybe it wasn't Izuku looking me over then.'
She let her eyes wander some more, the tight shirt allowing her to see every little detail of Zu-kun's lean torso, even at this distance.
She came to his slim (for his frame) waist, making note that, if this went how she hoped, she was gonna kiss every bit of him she could get her hands on.
Her eyes trailed ever downwards, reaching his thi- oh shit.
'I really hope he actually has something in his pocket,' she whimpered, her thighs unconsciously rubbing against each other, 'Or Manami-chan and I are so dead!'
A cough brought her out of her sinful thoughts, quickly snapping her eyes up to her friends' own.
Zu-kun was blushing up a storm, and she was now pretty sure Mana-neechan was drooling. Nevertheless, the gentle giant that was Izuku Midoriya knelt down and extended a hand for her to hold on to (she was tempted to sit down on it), so he could raise her up to his empty shoulder.
Instead, she placed her hand in his, "Drop me in the bed, Zu-kun," she blushed, her face starting to reflect how nervous she was, "I need to be able to see you both for what I want to tell you."
Confused, Izuku agreed.
She always felt like a toddler when coming inside her friend's room. Everything around her was so big. She wasn't sure she could get on top of his bed or on one of his chairs without help. Or her Quirk. That was always a thing.
Once on the bed, she sat down cross legged, Izuku mirroring her and almost making her lose her balance. She had to windmill her arms to stop herself from sliding all the way down to his crossed shins. She still held onto Zu-kun's hand.
"Mana-neechan, could you come down too?" She asked, hoping her friend would agree, "I-I need you as close as Zu-kun right now..."
Manami was by her side in a matter of seconds then, sitting beside her and soon found one of her hands (the one not holding onto Izuku's) being held by the explosive blonde.
Mitsuki took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves enough for what she wanted to say, 'It's now or never Tsuki, so don't you dare chicken out!' "F-for a while now," damn it! Why did she have to stutter?! "For a while now, I've been feeling… things… when I'm with you, " the other two exchanged a glance at that, so Mitsuki hasted to add, "Both of you." Izuku's face went redder while Manami let out a little gasp.
She paused to gather her thoughts. This was both easier and harder than she expected. "We've been best friends for seven years, a-and I don't want to throw that away, but I can't keep it bottled in and just keep hoping one of you would make the first move." Manami opened her mouth, "Manami-nee, let me finish, please?" A squeeze of her hand from the smaller girl was her answer.
"You two know I'm not the best at feelings," her two friends-hopefully-partners nodded, small grins teasing at their lips, "so I'll just come out and say it. I like you both, a lot." She closed her eyes, steeling herself for rejection while hoping with all her might for them to accept her. [Again, maybe a bit OOC. I know she's not Katsuki but damn if I'm not expecting her to be large and in charge. She wore the pants in her relationship in canon after all.]
And that was when she heard a loud squeal and felt a little missile slamming against her, Manami's head ending up right between her breasts.
"MHF MFFM MFFHMF FMMFFH MFMF MFFMF MFMFFFM FMFFMFMM!" Was the only thing she heard coming from the giddy redhead.
Blushing, but with a lot of her confidence restored now that she knew at least Manami was open to it, she found it in herself to tease her hopefully-girlfriend. "Mana-neechan, I can't understand you if you talk with my tits in your mouth, you know?"
The pink-eyed shortstack came up for air at that, taking a huge breath in. "Two things! first, wow they are soft!" She said happily, prompting a stronger blush from both Mitsuki and Izuku. 'Damn, poor Zu-kun's gonna pass out if he keeps getting redder' "And second, I was hoping one of you was gonna say something! It was getting kinda obvious, you know?" And with that, she tried to go back to her new favorite place.
Mitsuki had other plans though, taking the smaller girl's face between her hands, she brought her in for a deep, soft kiss.
"Zu-kun, come down here so we both can kiss you, you big lug," Manami said dazedly after they came out for air, a drunk look in her eyes, a dopey grin on her flushed face.
"I have a better idea," said the green haired giant, picking Mitsuki, who was still cuddling Manami-neechan, up on his hand and put them down on his shoulder.
Mitsuki, realizing what he was doing, helped Manami-chan kneel on their shoulder-seat and kept her steady while she leaned forwards to meet Zu-kun's lips in a gentle kiss.
Once Manami-chan was done, she leant in for her own, deeper, kiss. "Mmm~ I've wanted to do that since we were twelve." She said once they came up for air.
He slowly laid down, giving both girls time to brace themselves so they wouldn't fall down. Once done, both girls quickly moved towards his chest, burrowing there and cuddling deeply against him. "You do realize we could use you as a bed, right?" Said Manami from her place using Mitsuki's breasts as a pillow. 'I'm in heaven~!'
Izuku chuckled sheepishly at that, clearing his throat.
"So," he said, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over them, "Does this mean we're dating now?"
Both girls cracked up at that. "Yes, Zu-kun, we are." Manami said between giggles, holding her sides.
'Trust Zu-kun to ask the obvious, our big, oblivious lug,' Mitsuki thought with a smile, burrowing deeper on her Zu-kun's chest while hugging her Manami-chan tighter against herself.
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"Ah! Kayama-chan! Come in, come in!" The small chimera chirped, and Nemuri could see from the door the schemes and mischief cooking up behind those black beady eyes of his.
She didn't know what this was about. The only clue she had was that Eraser had been summoned by Nezu earlier today and came back to the staff room shaking, muttering about a "pecking order" or something like that.
She wouldn't be ashamed to admit that she was a bit scared right now.
The principal handed her a cup of tea, obviously having anticipated she would be nervous, and let her calm down a bit before getting straight to the point.
"As you know, I called Aizawa in earlier," he told her. This was the first time she had seen her boss - even going back to when she was a student - with an actual serious face on, "He thought that, since he was allowed to expel students at his discretion, he could actually expel his whole class the first day of classes."
He quickly opened the umbrella he had on hand to keep himself from being drenched by Nemuri's spit take.
"As you can probably guess," the principal went on as if nothing had happened, "I had to intervene and make sure every student he expelled was quickly reinstated with the expulsion never making it into their records. I also had to reassure the families that there would be consequences for Aizawa, even though my hands were tied when it came to removing him as their Homeroom Teacher. All this to keep us from losing a lot of UA's good reputation and prestige, simply because Aizawa Shota thought he knew better than the whole panel if those kids were ready or not."
She nodded her head, her brain too busy processing everything to speak. 'Shōta, you idiot! What mess have you gotten yourself into now?!' She angrily thought to herself. She would certainly be having words with Aizawa. Didn't he know that doing that would have absolutely destroyed those kids' lives?! What school would take them if UA had gotten rid of them the very first day?!
"Part of Aizawa's 'punishment,' though I'm more than sure he will see it as some form of reward, is that, starting next year, he won't be the A classes's Homeroom Teacher," the small mouse-dog-bear-thingy continued, bringing Nemuri out of her thoughts, "he will continue as the current 1-A and 2-A's HT until they graduate, but the next batch will be under a new Teacher."
That made sense to Nemuri. It still didn't explain wh- wait a minute!
"Ah, I see you realized why you're here! Good, good!" The principal clapped his hands, a grin coming back to his face, "I know that starting next year, your son will be trying to enter the Hero Course here at UA. As you can probably guess, you'll have to step down from the panel awarding Hero Points. That way no one can question young Izuku's acceptance." Nemuri nodded at that, "But once he has been accepted, it is irrelevant who ends up being his homeroom teacher. I know full well you don't do special treatment, and I would like you to take on the role of the A class's Homeroom Teacher. Starting with next year's 1-A, of course. Do we have an accord?"
She licked her lips, "Where I do sign?" As she said this, Nezu gave her a new contract and a fountain pen. It was very similar to her current one; there were just the small addendums relating to her becoming the class A Homeroom Teacher and her responsibilities as such, plus a pretty good raise in her salary.
She didn't need to think much longer before signing with a flourish.
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"Now that you're all in your final year, it's time for you to start thinking about your futures," the teacher stood in front of his class, seemingly reading through the results of their tests, "and while normally I would hand out these Future Career forms, why bother?! I assume you all want to be heroes!"
As he said this, he threw the Career forms into the air.
Just as a strong gust of wind blew through the class, carrying away the forms with it.
"..." The whole class, teacher included, simply looked at the flying forms, shocked beyond reaction. Except for two of the students, one of whom simply dropped her head to her desk with a groan. The other chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
"You forgot we were outside again, didn't you sensei?" Mitsuki asked, her annoyed voice muffled by her desk.
Really, how was it that hard to remember?! They had been outside since Zu-kun had had that growth spurt that left him just over eighteen feet tall last year, and the school had nowhere left to fit him in.
At first, one of the staff had suggested having the class on the second floor and leaving Izuku outside, watching through the window. One visit from Nemuri and Inko had disabused the guy from that notion.
Instead, the school had been advised to build a warehouse big enough to house someone a couple of feet taller than Izuku himself, just in case something like this happened again. It was expected to be done before winter started.
"Sensei," chimed in Izuku from the back of the class, "You do realize that without those forms we can't apply to the schools, right?" He asked dubiously. Their teacher had to know that, right?
"Uh…"
'Guess not.' He sweat-dropped. To be fair, this was the same man that wasn't able to remember they were outside the school building, even though there weren't any walls around them.
The last bell for the day rang, and Izuku and Mitsuki quickly made their way outside the school grounds, the rest of their class and their teacher still rooted to their spots.
"Stop by my place later?" Izuku looked down at his girlfriend, in his opinion she had only grown more beautiful in the year the three of them had been together, "Mama Nem should have some extra forms we can fill in for UA."
"You know it Zu-kun!" She smirked up at him, "I would stop by anyways, you guys have an awesome gym!" Her smirk grew into an energetic grin, before switching into a more teasing one, as she pulled him down so she could whisper on his ear "I'll see if I can spend the night too~."
Izuku's brows shot up and his cheeks flushed. A year dating her and Manami and he was still so easy to fluster. He still turned his head to place a quick peck on her lips though.
Or, at least it was supposed to be a quick peck, Mitsuki had other plans though, and held firm onto his head as she deepened the kiss.
"I'll see you later, stud~." She breathed out as they came up for air, walking away from him, her hips swaying teasingly.
Izuku just grinned and shook his head, his cheeks still flushed, "These girls are gonna be the death of me." He muttered to himself, making his way towards the train station.
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'Okay, I agree with Mama Nem,' he thought as he leaned a bit to the right, 'Our family just isn't meant for normality.'
Seriously, – he leaned to the left – what were the chances that some bargain bin Plasmus would come out of the sewers, – he jumped back and casually slapped away three of the nasty-looking tentacles with one swing – claim he was gonna steal Izuku's body, – he leaned to the right again – and then start attacking him?! Izuku just wanted to get to the train station!
The guy probably couldn't even cover his leg for crying out loud! How did he even expect to take over his body?!
"Look, you Clayface reject," he ground out, getting a hold of one of the tentacles trying to do… something to him, "I don't know what your problem is," he pulled on the tentacle, making the villain slide toward him, "I don't know where you came from," he pulled again, "I don't even know who you are," he pulled yet again, getting the villain on punching range, "but I do know… That I don't like people THREATENING ME!"
And with that shout, he punched the villain straight through the head, splattering him on the ground.
Just as the sewer grate shot out.
"HAHAHA! I AM… WAIT, WHERE'S THE VILLAIN?!" The blonde, muscular man quickly looked around, until he met the eyes of the giant guy standing on top of some splattered slime- oh.
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Izuku doubted his day could have gone much better… the encounter with that Sludge jerk notwithstanding.
All Might, his idol, had given him an autograph, and even recognized him!
Ok, so he simply had said "OH! AND YOU'RE MIDNIGHT'S SON, AREN'T YOU?"... but still!
When he had gotten home, both Mana-neechan and Tsuki-chan were already there waiting for him. God, he loved their way to greet him.
Over dinner he had told them and his moms about his Hero encounter. Of course, all 4 got worried and proceeded to check all over him, not that he minded much… except when Tsuki-chan had gotten playful and squeezed his, um…
Anyways.
Then he and Mitsuki had spent the remainder of the day training their butts off for the Entrance Exam. Mama Nem had gotten him some custom-made weights and machinery for his last birthday and placed them in their home's gym. The two of them had given it their all, with Mana-chan cheering them on, doing some workouts herself, and drooling.
Not necessarily in that order.
And now, here he was. In his bed, his body sore with that pleasant ache after a good workout, both his girlfriends laying down on his torso, all snuggled up together.
'Really,' he thought, 'it can't get much better than this!'
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"Ah!" Mitsuki gasped as she went down, panting heavily. She was sweaty, her eyes were closing, she was aching in places she didn't know could ache, and she was pretty sure her hair was a mess.
She grabbed her bottle of water and took a long swig before placing it back down on the mat, swallowing and stopping there for a bit to catch her breath.
"Are you okay, Tsuki-chan?" Her giant of a boyfriend asked her, peering down at her.
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry Zu-kun," she patted his leg, "I'm fine, that last hit caught me off guard, it's all."
He sat down beside her, giving her a perfect view of his upper body. 'Thank you Mana-chan for convincing him to train shirtless!'
She quickly grabbed her bottle of water again and basically emptied on top of her head as her eyes followed a bead of sweat making its way down his neck, through his chest, all the way over those developing abs just to get lost under his pants.
He made it very hard not to jump his bones. He was slowly becoming a hunk (though faster than she and Manami had expected). Shit, now she was definitely thirsty. Why the hell had she emptied her whole bottle on her head?
As if reading her mind, Izuku refilled her bottle with some of his own. Though not much of his was needed to completely refill hers, the thought was appreciated.
She gave him a smile before taking another sip, Izuku mirroring her movements, bringing his industrial-sized water bottle to his lips, taking a long, slow drink, the muscles of his throat contracting-
Mitsuki chugged her whole bottle down. That's how thirsty her boyfriend was making her right now.
"Ok, break is over," she said, quickly standing up. She needed to either kick some ass or get her own kicked again, whichever happened first. Anything to calm the stupid fucking hormones urging her to jump Izuku then and there, in the middle of his home's gym.
'Mana-neechan, where are you when I need you?!'
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While Mitsuki was having her crisis of thirst, Manami was with Inko in the woman's studio, designing Zu-kun and Tsuki-chan's costumes.
In front of them there were two tridimensional holographic displays with their initial designs for the suits. One of Izuku, one of Mitsuki.
They had a general outline, drawn by Izuku, of what they wanted, but most everything could be changed if they thought it necessary.
Mitsuki's was the easier of the two. It was a black, skintight catsuit with two red bandoliers crossing over her breasts in an 'X' shape. For the lower half a simple skirt and belt would do the job, while a pair of knee-high boots completed the ensemble.
The important part was built into the suit. Micro-ducts had been woven into the catsuit and went all over her body, redirecting her sweat towards the palms of her hands, allowing her to make bigger explosions than she could if she relied solely on her hands' sweat.
For Izuku, on the other hand, they had no ideas yet. Though there was one thing he wouldn't be moved from.
"I still don't get what he wants it for." Inko shook her head. What had gotten into her son's head to request that?
"He said it was mostly for the intimidation factor more than anything when I asked him, though it should still be usable. I think he still doesn't realize how imposing he actually is." The redhead giggled. Really, her boyfriend could be so dense sometimes.
Inko joined in her laughter, still shaking her head at her son's antics as she reached towards the holographic display of him and adjusting a couple of details on his costume.
Manami grabbed Izuku's outline for his own suit and walked towards Inko, "So, for Zu-kun, I was thinking…"
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Ten months.
It had been ten months since Izuku and Mitsuki had started taking their workouts and spars seriously, training for their UA Entrance Exams.
And it showed, in Manami's opinion.
Tsuki-chan was looking like a young, spiky-haired Amazonian warrior. The workout clothes she had on (for better mobility during the Practical part of the Exam) only accentuating her curvaceous body and toned physique.
Meanwhile, their Zu-kun… god, their Zu-kun.
For once, it hadn't been upwards that he had shot up. They still had had to make him new clothing though. Everything he had was skintight thanks to his very developed musculature.
He had gone from a slightly chubby teenager to 'All Might's got nothing on me' buff in what seemed like a blink! In all honesty, he was making it really hard for them to keep from jumping him.
And the clothes he had on for the Exam weren't making it any easier. Considering how tight they were, Tsuki-chan and her could see every outline on his body.
Manami's eyes focused on Izuku's lower half, 'God, I still don't know how I'm possibly going to take that,' she thought with a little pervy grin, her thighs rubbing together, 'But I sure as hell want to find out!' [Changed that since it read like she was already taking it and couldn't believe it]
"My babies are all grown up!" Mommy Inko cried from a little behind her. Really, her ocular gushers should be classified as a Quirk of their own.
"There, there, Inko-chan," Mama Nem chuckled, patting her wife's back and handing her a bottle of water to rehydrate after the waterworks.
Izuku knelt down in front of them and softly, carefully, pulled them into a hug. When Mitsuki tried to simply stand there with a smile a little ways behind him, he just stretched his free arm and pulled her in too.
"As nice as this is," Inko sniffed, taking a sip from her bottle of water, "You two should get going, you don't want to be late for the exams, do you?"
Reluctantly, Izuku broke the hug and stood up, Mitsuki moving to stand beside him again, giving his mothers and redheaded girlfriend a last smile which they returned. Mitsuki simply smirked at them and nodded, turning towards the door.
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Ten minutes later, there they were. Standing in front of the UA gates. A place they hadn't been in since they were six, and Izuku had decided to trust her with the secret of his Quirk.
People had already been looking at their direction in disbelief even before they became visible. Izuku's footfalls were loud. And then they came into sight, and obviously the gigantic stud standing beside her caught their attention.
Mitsuki chuckled at the terrified expressions on the faces of some of the other applicants. She would have taken pictures if it wouldn't get her in trouble.
Izuku, on the other hand, wasn't paying attention to the world around him. His eyes were fixed on UA. He was finally here, in front of the most prestigious Hero school in the country, about to take the exam that would allow him to reach his dream.
He turned his head to look down at his girlfriend, who was already looking up at him. They exchanged grins as he knelt down so she could climb onto his shoulder and took a step inside. Ready to take on anything UA threw at them!
This was the story of how Izuku Midoriya met his wives!
… oh, and became the number one Hero along the way, I guess.
... so, yeah, that was a thing that just happened!
This is honestly the longest chapter I've ever written. Though those of you following me from my humble starts could probably easily tell!
Now, before someone that skipped the earlier ANs comments "YoU sToLe PrImOrDiAl'S iDeA!1!1!" I would like to point out the man himself beta-read this chapter, encouraged me to write this, and even outright wrote some fragments! Hell, he's the only of the betas with Editor status for God's sake!
Also, if you got what Izuku's Quirk is, even though I tried to keep it under wraps as best I could, I implore you, please don't spoil it in the reviews! Yes, I know it's kinda obvious, but let me surprise those that didn't get it when I finally reveal it explicitly! Let me have this!
Anyways. I'm looking forward to your reviews and feedback! And please point out anything that the lot of us may have overlooked! 'n.n
Hopefully it won't be another two years before you guys read from me again.
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