Hello. Welcome back.

I'm choosing to write this over doing 2 of my assignments.

I expect money. Lots and lots of money.

I'm joking. Kind of.

This chapter is going to be incredibly weird and creepy at points. It may make you feel uncomfortable. If it does, good. That's why I'm writing it like I am.

'' = speech

' = thoughts

'' 'quote' '' = one character quoting another previous line

[][][] = little transitions

{}{}{}= flashback begins/ends

Enjoy. Smut warning, obviously.

"Oh, Deku…" Ochako said through shaky breaths. "You feel so good…"

Izuku cringed as he looked at his phone. This was the 3rd video she'd sent… today.

There'd been radio silence for 3 days after the altercation in the cafeteria.

Then Uraraka had sent a single video. Then the next day she'd sent two. Three on the next. She'd already got to 3 today and they'd only got back to the dorms from class 45 minutes ago.

"Jesus christ." Kendo huffed to his right. Whenever he'd receive a video, he'd be transparent with her and show it to her. Now that she was his girlfriend, he felt like they could break that boundary.

Kendo leaned in. "Oh my, she isn't going go-"

A soft 'unh' came through the headphones Izuku had plugged in to avoid glares of horror if the video was overheard.

"Oh wow. She did. Two fingers in the ass. Daring one, this girl."

Izuku sighed. "I don't know what she thinks she's gaining. I'm not going to break up with you because of… this." He winced and turned his phone screen off.

"Want me to talk to her? Girl to girl?" Itsuka leaned into him.

"If you would, please. I don't want to lose her as a friend… but I'm also a little concerned about rejecting her to her face. I don't think she'd accept it."

Kendo smiled. "If she doesn't understand the classic 'get away from my man' talk then we'll just report her for harassment or something."

Izuku sat up straighter. "But… won't she get in trouble? And I kind of contributed to this by accepting her advances a few weeks ago…"

"Did you save any of the videos?" The ginger girl asked.

"No!" Izuku seemed offended by the idea.

"Don't worry. Just save the most recent one in case we need proof she's actually been doing this."

Izuku shuddered in disgust as he navigated the menus on his phone and saved the 5 minute video to his gallery.

Itsuka rubbed his back. "If we have to show a teacher, who do you want to go to?"

Izuku's eyes widened. "Um, maybe Midnight? Definitely Aizawa. He needs to know as my homeroom teacher."

"Okay then. I'll go talk to Ochako sometime tomorrow." Kendo placed her phone on her nightstand.

"O-oh. Then what are we doing now?" Izuku raised a brow.

Kendo giggled maniacally as she reached into her nightstand… and emerged with a boxful of condoms.

"I might have an idea…"

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Ochako lay on her bed, sweaty and exhausted. Her phone pinged. She slowly tilted her head to look at-

IZUKU.

She sprang up, her tiredness evaporating in an instant.

He'd saved a video.

He'd saved a video.

HE LOVED HER BACK.

She kicked her legs and squealed in glee. He'd finally given up on that orange haired cunt and decided to go for her, his best friend.

She stood sharply. She kicked on her slippers and quickly wiped her sweat and… other fluids off her thighs with her bedsheets.

She'd clean them later.

She wouldn't actually. Not if Izuku was in them.

She barged out of her room, past Hagakure in the hallway and made for Izuku's room where her prince would be waiting.

She knocked. No response.

"Uh, Uraraka?" A small voice erupted to her left.

"What." She craned her neck like a horror movie villain.

"He's, uh, not here." Mineta said shakily. "H-He's at the 1-B dorms."

Ochako's eye twitched. Had he showed Kendo her- no. No, of course not. He had clearly been with Kendo, seen her video and left the ginger bitch where she stood to rush back to her.

"Okay. I think I'll wait here." The brunette said robotically. "Thank you, Mineta."

The Grape Boy nodded slowly before dashing into his room and locking the door behind him.

Ochako sighed lightly as she leant against her lover's door. It shifted inward. Her eyes lit up. He'd left his door unlocked! Just for her!

She would await him on his own bed, legs spread wide and dripping- no. She'd wear his onesie and- no. She'd-

Her thought process stopped when she saw his laundry hamper. A single pair of dirty boxers rest atop the pile.

She gulped as she closed the door behind her. And sprinted to it, placing it over her nose and mouth and inhaling deeply.

The smell was simply amazing. It was so… Izuku. She had no clue what it smelt like. But it was definitely him.

She decided to just forget that and embrace the smell.

Soon, she realised it had been several minutes. Where was Izuku? Where was her boyfriend?

She placed the boxers back into the hamper and instantly felt a void in her heart now that Izuku was no longer at the forefront of her senses.

But she just had to return them! Izuku was a true hero! Stealing from him meant she could never be an honest wife!

He must have been caught in an argument at the 1-B dorms over his breakup. That must be it!

She ran down the stairs and out the door. Sero said something about her only wearing slippers, but she simply didn't care anymore. She had to save her Izuku.

She arrived at the dorms, out of breath and panicked. She touched her chest with five fingers and floated enough to reach the second floor windows. She 'swam' to where she remembered Kendo's room to be from their study visits.

She peeked around the edge and was immediately glad that the blinds were at least partially drawn. Just as she peered through the curtains, the door to the bathroom slammed shut, followed by the sound of running water.

Ochako acted fast. With the window open ever so slightly, she gripped the sill and wrenched it open before squeezing inside.

Her heart dropped when she saw Izuku's clothes discarded around the desk.

Then she saw it. Her prize for this journey. A small collection of used, full condoms sat in a little bin on the nightstand.

She looked to the bathroom. The water was still running. She reached out and took a handful of the rubber balloons.

The contents weren't as runny as she'd imagined it would be. They were tied at the open end, though not for long.

She had one open in a matter of seconds and placed it to her mouth before allowing it to run onto her tongue.

The taste was simply euphoric. It was so… Izuku. It was salty, she felt. Not unpleasantly so, it was like putting a little extra flavour in a rice dish.

She let it rest in her mouth until her saliva watered it down enough to swallow. It went down smoothly, god how she wished it had come directly from Izu-

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

The brunette spun to see Kendo in a towel in the doorway to her bathroom. Neither of them moved for the most part, despite Ochako's trembling at being discovered.

"WHAT THE FUCK." Kendo rushed towards her, throwing the towel to the ground to avoid impeding her movement.

Ochako scrambled off the bed, with the condoms in one hand, and leapt out of the window. She slapped her chest and swam far enough away to avoid Kendo's enlarged hands being able to reach her.

"You fucking skank!" Ochako suddenly felt boiling rage flow through her. "You stole him from me!"

"Fucking get back here so I can break your legs!" Kendo swiped at the air.

Ochako felt nervous laughter bubble out of her as she pushed further back towards the tree line.

Then a faint glow overtook one of the condoms in her hand.

And it burst.

Cum splattered in Ochako's face. Most noticeably, her eyes. She screeched and pawed at her orbs with her free hand.

"What is going on!?" Izuku said at a relatively normal volume for the situation. He leaned out of the window to see Reiko Yanagi leaning out of hers, using Poltergeist to burst the condoms.

"Thanks, Reiko!" Itsuka ran back to her towel, threw it over herself and left the room, leaving Izuku to watch the deplorable sight.

Ochako had obviously heard Izuku and was now sobbing. Okay, maybe it was partially due to what she'd gotten in her eyes, but he was sure the embarrassment didn't help.

Ochako's arms hung loosely by her sides now that her spoils were destroyed.

Izuku began hyperventilating. What the actual fuck was going on?

Vines shot up from out of Midoriya's eyeline and wrapped around Uraraka before wrenching her towards the ground.

"Hold her there, Ibara!" His girlfriend yelled from below. "I'm calling Midnight-sensei!"

Midoriya, who had been intelligent enough to throw on his boxers and shorts, left the room. Reiko rounded the corner and wrapped him up in a hug.

He didn't take her for the type.

He was grateful she was.

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"What in the actual hell happened here!?" Aizawa had seen a lot of disgusting and unsettling things in his time.

One of his students, tied up and unconscious in a nest of vines and covered in semen, was not something he ever thought he'd see.

Midnight, who had already rendered Uravity unconscious with her pheromones, took him around the shoulder and pulled him away from the crowd of roughly 20 kids that had crowded around.

She was clearly explaining the situation judging by how her arms flailed and her face changed like a skilled actress.

Shouta's shoulders slumped. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and spun on his heels.

"Midoriya. Kendo. Yanagi. Shiozaki. Come with Midnight and I." He said as he approached. He motioned for Ibara to release her prisoner, and caught the brunette in his arms as she did.

"Now, as for the rest of you." His voice grew stern as he looked between the other 1-B students. "Until we return, you are to tell no one what happened here. If we find you have, you will be immediately expelled. Good evening."

Midnight motioned for the 4 healthy kids to walk just ahead of them towards the teachers' lounge.

She stood still to allow Aizawa to catch her.

"This is a real shit show." He said softly. "We've been harbouring and training a genuine psychopath for months."

"Shouta." Nemuri said sternly. "There could be a dozen causes for this. There's a lot of quirks that cause psychosis, you know this."

"Hmm. We could even be dealing with a fake Uraraka for all we know."

Whilst Midnight took the kids to the lounge, Aizawa delivered Uraraka to Recovery Girl. Nezu, having already been informed, and All Might (Aizawa didn't envy Midoriya in that regard) met him in the Youthful Heroine's office.

With the promise that tests would be run, he rushed to the lounge.

Once again, he was too late to be given an explanation directly. Midnight relayed that Uraraka had been increasingly possessive and sexual for weeks now.

He was also informed of the videos. He was glad he didn't have to see them. He would leave that to Midnight.

"So, Problem Child." He crouched in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I understand that this is difficult. But I'm going to have to give you the whole 'be safe and responsible' talk."

Ibara had been bright red for some time now. A lady of her faith could not be more appalled than anyone in this scenario. She made a mental note to check for any… spillage that may have trickled off of Uraraka and onto her vines.

Midoriya and Kendo were given 'the talk' that they'd heard a thousand times. This was maybe the first time they could truly understand what it meant.

They spent another 15 minutes calming down and drinking tea before Cementoss poked his head around the door.

"Excuse me."

"Ah, the tests done already?" Midnight closed her phone case.

"Yes, if you'd like to follow me. All of you."

Ibara was excused, Midnight could see how uncomfortable she was. Hound Dog offered to walk her back to the dorms. It was a perfect chance for her to speak to the school counselor in private.

"Ah, Midoriya, my boy." All Might greeted a little awkwardly as they all squeezed into the infirmary.

"Uh, hi, All Might." Midoriya couldn't meet his mentor's eyes.

"Have you discovered a potential cause?" Midnight asked worriedly.

"Indeed we have! Fear not, Young Uraraka is not a menace as she appeared!" Nezu said in an outlandishly chipper tone.

"She was essentially poisoned several months ago." Recovery Girl's cane clacked against the ground. "By Himiko Toga."

Izuku scowled.

"Toga?" Toshinori Yagi said in bewilderment. "But when Uraraka last interacted with that villainous scum-"

"We were at the Training Camp." Izuku finished. "Toga drained some blood from Uraraka when she attacked her."

"Well that explains where the probe gained entry to the bloodstream…" Shuzenji mumbled, her grey hair just about visible over the side of the bed.

"Probe?" Aizawa looked over Uraraka's sleeping form.

"Yes." Nezu said sadly. "A microscopic probe that attached itself to her limbic nodes. It essentially reduced her emotions to very base, core wants and desires. Possessive. Animalistic. A little kooky, you might say."

"So Toga was essentially making Uraraka into another Toga?" Reiko spoke up for the first time since they'd left the dorms.

"Hmm, yes! An excellent observation, Yanagi!" Nezu replied.

"How do we fix her?" Itsuka said softly.

"A small micro incision with a special surgical quirk. Shuzenji has already contacted the surgeon. He'll operate first thing tomorrow." The Principal said matter-of-factly.

"Any side effects of this?" Aizawa said sternly.

Nezu raised a brow.

"Uraraka is a hero in training; she can't afford to miss much of the school year or skimp out on exercises." Eraserhead's face was blank as he stared over her sleeping form.

"Three days, you said?" All Might interjected, looking to Shuzenji. "Worry not, Aizawa. The young lady will be in fighting shape soon after."

"You misunderstand." The shaggy haired man sighed.

Faces warped and grew confused, save for Nezu.

"She will remember this. How can she look Midoriya in the eye after this?"

The boy in question winced. He hadn't thought of her recalling the last few days.

The room was somber.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." Nezu said sharply. "Now please, as much as I adore and value you all, you must leave and allow the girl to rest in privacy, hmm?"

There was a unanimous hum of agreement and student before teacher filed out, leaving Recovery Girl to cast a watchful eye on the brunette.

"Midoriya, my boy."

Izuku glanced at his mentor.

"May we speak alone?" The blonde man's fist tightened.

The greenette squeezed Itsuka's hand before releasing it. "Excuse us. You can wait at the 1-A dorms… I'm sure you won't want to sleep in that room tonight."

The ginger girl nodded and smiled sadly before twisting around and walking down the hall.

"She is special to you, isn't she?" Toshinori walked slowly towards the teacher's lounge. Izuku woke himself up and sped to walk alongside him.

"She's my first girlfriend, sensei."

"Aye. And a girl with the heart of a hero at that." The older man turned the handle and ushered him inside.

"So you approve?" Izuku said sheepishly.

All Might laughed heartily, almost mockingly so. "You don't need my permission, young man. The heart wants what it wants."

The wrinkles of his oversized suit seemed to double as he sat and poured a cup of tea for the pair of them.

"But if you're looking for my blessing… you most certainly have it. Kendo is a model woman; intelligent and caring. I worry not for your safety so much when she's with you."

Izuku blushed.

"However-"

The greenette perked up.

"-the time will come, assuming you stay together for some time, that Young Kendo may require knowledge of One for All. Could you do that? Can she be trusted?"

Izuku gazed longingly into his tea.

"I find it fit to remind you that she would be forced to share your burden. Your dangers. Your life."

Izuku faltered.

"I won't push you. You don't need to be pushed, you're a bright boy."

Izuku smiled. Yagi beamed back.

"Right! Now onto more happy things! How is your training going?"

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"I really do think I love you." Izuku stared at his bedroom ceiling vacantly as he spoke.

Itsuka giggled into his chest. "What brought this on?"

Izuku sighed. "It's so strange to think that I can call this feeling love so soon. I mean… what else could it be?"

Itsuka hummed in thought, vibrating his pecs. "I guess I'd call it love too. It just feels like we were made for each other."

Izuku stroked a few strands of hair out of her face to get a better look at her warm expression.

"Besides, you must really love me to have not made a comment about me wearing jeans in bed." She grinned.

"Oh, I'm fighting the urge. You'd be more comfortable in a sumo costume."

Kendo had a lightbulb moment. Sumo costume. Mina. The joke she'd made. The bet.

"Izuku."

"Hmm?"

"Can I be honest with you?" She shuffled up him slightly.

"Sure. What's up?"

"Well-" Kendo abandoned her laying position and sat cross legged next to him, making him sit up instinctively. "When I initially asked you out, it wasn't really for the reasons I told you."

Izuku said nothing. His expression didn't change. She was a little fazed by that, but continued.

"I had a bet with Mina that if 1-B, overall, lost the Joint Training, I'd ask out a guy in your class."

She looked down in red hot shame. She was beginning to regret saying this now. How would he ever-

"Is that it?"

She looked up in astonishment.

"I mean… was it a punishment to ask the ugliest guy or something?" Izuku asked slowly.

"No!" Kendo exclaimed.

"Then it was just 'pick a guy' and nothing else?"

Kendo nodded, the shame coming back anew.

"And of the 14 guys in my class, you chose me?"

Kendo gasped in realisation. She finally understood what he was suggesting.

"I did. You were still the best guy, I have to say."

Izuku reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"And all of those things you said outside my door when you asked me out… do you, now that you know me better, believe them now?"

Kendo's eyes began to water. Her lips wobbled.

"I've never agreed with something I've said more. You're thoughtful, heroic, handsome, caring and I-I… I just…"

Itsuka quickly smashed her lips against his.

"I love you so much, Izuku."

Izuku, despite his fame for easy tears, stood strong. He gently cupped her cheek.

"Then who cares that we only went out because of a bet?"

Itsuka felt tears of joy escape her eyes. Izuku pulled her into a warm hug.

Today had been difficult, but they still had each other.

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The recovery was hard.

Ochako was scarred. From her descriptions, she felt as if she was a prisoner in her own body. Her actions were almost as if she was being controlled externally.

The most difficult thing, as Aizawa predicted, was facing Izuku.

She loved him.

He didn't love her.

She wished him the best.

He returned the sentiment.

Itsuka and Ochako had persevered through the only memories they shared; those negative, awful glimpses into a broken psyche that they could access simply by looking to Itsuka's window or glancing at Ibara's vines too long.

They weren't the best of friends. They didn't pretend to be. Reiko, strangely enough, had really tried to push for her involvement with the girls of 1-B.

That was greeted with a mixed reception. The idea was abandoned.

Ochako would not be alienated… but she would not be treated more favourably than the other 1-A girls when the two classes interacted.

Setsuna made a good point about that fact - Ochako probably wouldn't like the extra attention anyway, especially as 1-B only really remembered her for that event.

She was back to her normal bubbly self after a few weeks, with help from Recovery Girl and Hound Dog. The trio of Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka was largely unaltered.

But today it was. Today, Izuku was sharing a meal with Itsuka in the cafeteria. And a few slices of cake that Ibara had lovingly baked them for their one month anniversary.

It seemed a little trivial to celebrate dating someone for just a month, the couple felt.

"You gonna eat that?" Tokage eyed an untouched slice of cake with a sly grin.

"How many pieces have you had?" Kinoko deadpanned.

"This'll only be my… uh, third." The lizard girl attempted to hide with a cough.

"I wish I had a quirk that required fat so I could eat like a pig like you do." Kinoko said with a sigh as she poked her stomach.

"Kinoko!" Ibara said, appalled. "Apologise to Setsuna!"

"Nah." Both girls said in unison, Lizardy clearly unfazed by the comment. Ibara growled in distaste but said nothing further.

Izuku smiled as he let Itsuka push a spoon of… something in his mouth.

Honestly it was lucky she wasn't one for practical jokes. She could honestly put anything on a fork or spoon and he'd eat it without question.

It tasted sweet and he shrugged it off as one of the desserts.

''So… what's the plan for your celebration, you two?'' Setsuna swallowed a mouthful and grinned deviously.

Itsuka looked to Izuku and, when their eyes met, it was clear they had nothing planned.

''Oh wow. Really?'' Kinoko laughed. ''Then again, where do you go when you've done basically everything a couple can do?''

''Anal.'' Tokage mumbled as she eyed yet another piece of cake.

''Setsuna!'' Ibara cried. ''Not at the lunch table!''

Hello.

Apologies if you didn't like my explanation of Yandere Ochako. It was difficult to justify such a sudden character change. Also I'm finishing this chapter up several months after writing the first 17 pages of the 19 I ended up with.

I'll be writing newer, fresher material for the next chapters soon. As well as another story entirely.

Thank you for reading, I have no idea when the next chapter will be but it'll hopefully be soon.