(A/N) Before you get all triggered, no this is not a harem. If Imachi has any sexual relations with a girl, then it will only be one girl. Chill your horses.

After that fight, Imachi's next three weeks flew by really faster, faster than ever. He and Izuku became ven greater friends, to the point that it seemed they were sometimes joined at the hip. Imachi also hung with other people more than some. He never really got a chance to be with the quieter ones, like Ojiro and Shouji. Imachi had bonded with Sato over cooking. He was currently teaching Imachi some french dishes.

He and Mineta were still mortal enemies. That got him in favor with almost all the girls. He was especially fond of Yoayorozu, since she was brainy. Imachi also like Ashido and Hagakure, but mostly Ashido. She was loose and fun to chill at the dorms with.

It took Jiro some time to come around to him, but soon he was the only one that she talked to besides Yoayorozu. Imachi and her bonded over Band and instruments. He liked the piano, which went great with her guitar. They had planned to go to a slam poetry event next weekend. Imachi made full plans to attend.

Imachi had everyone's number, except for Mineta, of course. Imachi thought he was fitting in nice.

The day was in early May. Imachi had gotten up and felt the cool wind on his skin from his open window. It was slightly cold, so he closed the window a crack and put on his jacket. It was five in the morning, so he walked downstairs. He had taken a shower last night before heading to bed.

He could take a brief one again, Imachi decided. He walked down the stairs, and bumped into Ochako, who was heading up. She had a comic in her left hand, and a cup of hot chocolate in her right. "Ururaka, good morning." "Hey, Machi!" She had shortened his first name. That was Ochako's thing, giving out good nicknames. Imachi was surprised that he hadn't thought of that.

"You and Izuku seem close..." Ochako said this out of nowhere. "Yeah. He was the very first student I met." "Really? That's nice." Ochako walked past him, a troubled look on her face. Imachi sighed, about to put his good friend Midoriya on. "No matter what he says...he really likes you. Like, looks you, like you."

Ochako blemished. Imachi smirked and went down to the kitchen as she got you the stairs. Imachi looked into the fridge. Jiro, Yoayorozu, and Ashido were asleep in the couch. The cover was lying on the other couch. Imachi wanted to be a good samaritan, so he grabbed the cover. He got one end, and went to get the other one, when he hand slip.

Then it landed on solid flesh that was not there. "Huh...snore....." Imachi's hand was frozen on the very inner thighs of Hagakure. He couldn't retract it because she was currently gripping his hand. "Hey... Hagakure...Ha-ga-ku-re! " Imachi was harshly whispering. Imachi's heart climbed out of his rib cage.

He was about to lift his hand up, but Imachi heard a slight giggle behind him. "If you had purple balls on your head, I would've mistaken you for someone else..." Imachi groaned, his heart dropping into his ass. He was restricted by Hagakure's hand, but it looked as if he was peeling the cover back and grabbing her leg.

"It's not what it looks like, I swear..." "Oh really?" Ashido let out vicious laugh that sunk Imachi's hear out of his ass and onto the floor. "I know what you were doing had innocent intentions, but still..." Imachi's heart flopped away into the trashcan as Mina pulled out a cell phone and took a picture. The flash sealed fate. She was going to blackmail him.

Imachi frowned. "Why?" "I have blackmail on everyone in Class 1-A and a lot of people in the other classes. Everyone does something they regret, and I'm just around to catch it in the act." Imachi slapped his forehead, got out of Hagakure's grip, and walked towards Ashido. She warily curled up on the chair.

"You want a boob grab?" Imachi jumped onto the couch and grabbed at the cell phone. Mina had put the phone near her breast. Imachi grabbed at it, missing. Imachi felt his hand bounced off of her breast. She let out a fake moan. Imachi jumped off of her, and ran behind the counter. Before he could formulate a plan, he heard people storm down the stairs. He peeked over the kitchen counter. Ashido was sticking out her tongue at the boy. Imachi slumped in resignation.

He had lost. To a boob.

...

Three hours later, Imachi was sitting in home room. They had done a couple of exercise with Class 1-B, but today was a regular school day. Imachi sat in his seat. He chatted with Jiro for a bit, but when Aizawa came in, he and everyone else fell silent. "Today, we're going to di-"

WE-UH, WE-UH, WE-UH!

A siren blared on the loud intercom. Nezu's normally calm voice was super frantic. "IT'S A LOCKDOWN, PLEASE, TEACHERS-" Nezu's voice was muffled by a cloth sounding texture. Then, a tackle was heard, and someone shuffling. Then, the drawing of a knife and the cutting of a cord. The intercoms went off, not before blaring a soft buzzy sound.

Suddenly, the whole school went dark. Imachi hated being in the dark, mostly figuratively, so he activated his quirk. Activate: 0.0001 percent. Imachi mostly activated his quirk to get a little electricity on his palmed. He shaped it into a little ball to balance in his hands. Imachi scrambled over his desk. Aizawa had laid back down in his sleeping bag, lazily telling the students to hide someone.

Imachi didn't like that, but the man would be himself before anything.

Imachi landed and went to the front of the classroom. He and Izuku pushed the door closed together. They had figured out the school had turned off all of the machinery, and closed the school from the outside. They had blinds on the outside of the school.

"Let's herd everyone to the back." Imachi and Izuku guided everyone to the back. Mineta refused to move, stating that he'd hurt anyone who tried to take the ladies from his grasp. Imachi groaned, irritated, and walked towards the back. He was crawling by himself, electricity in hand, we heard some whimpering. He pinpointed the position to a cabinet with a curtain opening.

Imachi slowly opened the cabinet. As it fully opened, he was pulled in by pink arms. He looked up and saw Ashido, crying. Imachi felt something touch his hand and looked down. It was a pool of white pee, leaking from Ashido's pant leg. It looked exactly like her acid, but it wasn't toxic to his skin.

"Mina..." Imachi used her first name out of endearment. "You alright?" She nodded, tears leaking from her eyes. She wiped them, and looked down. "I'm sorry. I should..." she hiccuped. "I should have let you go, but I..." Imachi took a jab. "Needed someone?"

Imachi watched on as she smiled. "Imachi...thank you." Mina enveloped the boy into a hug. It was hard to believe that this was the same girl that teased him this morning. That seemed like a lesser matter of importance right now. "I'm sorry for this morning." "Don't worry about it."

Imachi held her closely, or more rather, she grabbed very closely on Imachi. He stroked her hair and the small of her back. His mother had done this every time he was sick or upset. Slowly, Mina's body was more relaxed. She pulled away. Their faces were close, very close. In an instant, Mina closed the distance.

She grabbed his head, and twisted it, slightly rough. His neck pain went away as Imachi received a deep kiss from Mina. They went for thirty seconds before she would let go. As if not satisfied, Mina kissed him for even longer again. She pulled back. Imachi felt his hand caressing her leg. He slightly grabbed it, getting her attention. "So you do like thighs?" Imachi wanted to continue but he was pushed out by Mina.

Once he was outside, she grabbed the curtain and closed it to change. "Come talk to me once we are done with this." She closed the curtain in Imachi's face.

He slowly walked back towards Izuku. He and the boy slowly chatted. Imachi said nothing about Mina. Soon thereafter, the lockdown was canceled. The drill was slightly real. A small time criminal had been let into the U.A. security just to get a scare out of the kids.

Imachi laughed. It worked. But I'm glad he did it.

Imachi woke up on the Saturday of that same week. He got a knock on the door. Mina was there. She had become ten times closer to him, seeing as she had done some embarrassing stuff with and in front of him. Imachi got up and kissed her immediately. She returned the kiss tenfold. As soon as Imachi let go, Mina laughed as she wiped her saliva off his face. "Since when did you do slam poetry?" "I don't." "Really? But that's what it is. You have to share some sort of work in order to attend."

Imachi frowned. "Jiro didn't tell me that." "She was afraid you'd stand her up." "Nah, I'll do it." "Why?" Imachi shrugged. "No reason. Just sounds fun." Imachi smiled and kissed Mina again.

"I came to talk about us." Mina said. "You're my girlfriend. I'm your boyfriend." Mina turned her grin upwards, like the Rock. "That simple." Imachi nodded. "Yeah." He got into the shower, thinking about meeting up with Kyouka.

...

"Um...hello. I'm sorry if I seem nervous, it is my first time."

Jiro was supposed to go first, but Imachi was finessed, punked, and forced to go first. He made up on the fly that he would just use a famous American movie line.

"Life is like a box of chocolates.

You get a new flavor each time you do something. Those flavors seem everlasting. You think you won't run out until you do. You won't think you're empty until you are.

Then, as soon as you are about to give up hope and are despairing,

You are given a new box of chocolates. This time, the box is different, and you like it just as much.

The cycle repeats, until we get diabetes, and die from old age, or something different. In the end, you are then the box of chocolates, empty, nostalgic and worn out.

And then we are reincarnated, like a flower going through a cycle.

We are a new box of chocolates, given onto somebody else.

Imachi thought that he could've done better, but everyone stood up and clapped. It was overall a great night.

As Imachi and Kyouka walked out of the club, she and him and an amazing conversation about Juice Wrld, Kenny G, and all of favorite artist.

It was a great night. Imachi had solidated a new friend.