'Note to self: Try not to allow Momo Yaoyorozu time to prepare for battle during training.'
Having just watched the Hero Team, which consisted of Toyo, Tokage, and Ibara, be captured within 2 minutes of entering the building, All-Might could say that he was a little scared of the High-Class hero in training that was Momo. In the previous two training installments, neither team had gotten a definite advantage until later into the fight, and Team E even managed to squeeze out a surprise victory by abusing the invisible power of Toru and touching the bomb while the villains were distracted. Yet, the last match for the moment had ended before it even started.
Sighing to himself, he readied his trusty notepad as he prepared to have his class analyze the short string of events that took place.
Honestly, maybe he should've studied teaching a little more because man, was it hard!
(-)
Recovering from injuries had never been a problem for Ichigo. It was usually a 'sleep it off' deal, and whenever he woke up, getting out of bed or off the couch was easy. This time, however, he refused to leave his spot on the medical bed.
What was different this time?
There was a beautiful, cute, shy, quiet, aloof, sleeping, injured, cute, kind, (He'd mentioned cute right?) young woman snuggled into his chest that had, believe it or not, never been there before when he'd woken up from his naps. Her face carried an air of peacefulness, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest ensuring that, yes, she was, in fact, asleep and alive. He could feel her heartbeat, steady against his arm as his bicep was squished in between her breasts. And, for as reserved as he was, he refrained from moving her for two reasons, the first of which having to do with him not wanting to risk disturbing her peaceful rest.
...The second...was because he rather enjoyed the position. Who would have guessed that Ichigo Kurosaki of all people would be into cuddling?
However, his blissful silence was cut short. 'Ichigo. Realize that the battles of today might not be over. Toshinori said that the most able team would have to go again, and two of your teammates sustained minimal injuries, and you are nearing fully healed. That means there is a high chance of you needing to battle again, depending on the outcomes of the other battles.'
'Oh yeah… I forgot about that.' He replied, looking around for any of the teachers.. 'Just, let me enjoy this while I can, yeah? I'm sure All-Might will come to get me when I'm needed.'
Coincidentally, the giant goof-ball had jumped up to the open window of the nurse's office. "Young Ichigo, my boy!" He beamed in his usually upbeat voice, kneeling on the window-sill. "I have come to inform you that you needn't worry! You will not have to fight once more, and may take it-"
*Thunk*
He was cut off by a plastic cup colliding harmlessly against his forehead. "Shut up!" The assaulter whisper yelled, arm still outstretched from tossing the object. "Can't you see she's asleep?"
The hero looked around with confusion, not seeing another bed anywhere near his student. ''What do you mean, Young Ichigo? There's no one…'' He started, before finally locking onto the sleeping Yui Kodai resting on his shoulder. ''Oh, I see… You have my apologies. I just wanted to let you know you can take it easy and won't be taking part in training again. In fact, you should be able to return to the dorms in fact, as long as I have dismissed you, which, as of now, I have…I think?'' The mountainous man said to his nephew-in-all-but-blood. ''Anyway, I should be getting back to the rest of your class. I left your mother in charge, and I'd rather not have a repeat of last week, especially since she just woke up about ten minutes ago.'' He explained, though he wasn't going to wait for a response. It was clear that the boy wasn't going to be able to speak back.
Ichigo nodded to him, sharing the pro-hero's worries of his mother as he saw a nervous sweat build on the man's forehead as he left. It was humbling to see the Number 1 Hero was also scared of his mother, making him smile slightly.
"...Was...that...All-Might?" He was a little surprised when Yui's ever soft voice whispered in his ear, but it was too gentle to startle him.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Did he wake you up?" He asked her, feeling her shift next to him.
She nodded into his shoulder, obviously pouting over being woken up by the rather loud oaf that was Toshinori. He didn't blame her. Abrupt wake-ups were the worst. "Well, he dismissed us from class if you want to head back to the dorms or whatever." He offered as compensation for her rude awakening.
"Mhm." She said, in her own way of agreeing.
She hoped he wouldn't get mad at her when she would inevitably ask to get some food.
(-)
Shouko usually had a consistent outlook on most things. Unimpressed, bland, mediocre. She could say that, so far, today was no different. The fights seemed predictable, with outcomes she could've seen from a mile away. Her own outfit, a simple button-down shirt and black slacks, was boring. Even now, minutes away from infiltrating the building that held the opposing team of Momo, Eiko and Ochako, she was calm as could be. It wasn't her fault, they were all just...forgettable.
She didn't mind Reiko, the ghostly girl on her team who seemingly shared a depressing outlook on life and remained reserved to her own thoughts. She felt like she could find some companionship with her, as she did Yui Kodai. The pink girl, whose name she had forgotten, seemed to have found a way to endlessly get on her nerves. So cheery, happy-go-lucky, and careless. It was as if she hadn't entered the real world at any moment of her life, and was sheltered by everyone around her.
It irked her to no end, but it would be unprofessional to let her feelings get in the way of being a hero. That's why she had put up with her long enough to communicate a plan. They'd figure out where the enemy team was located and freeze the room in its entirety before touching the bomb. The element of surprise, since the villains didn't have much in the sense of location, was ever important.
"Hero's. You have fifteen minutes. Go." The static-y voice of Shiho sounded on the small earpiece each of them wore, Shouko taking off the second she was told and the other two following.
It wasn't hard to locate the villains, Eiko practicing her villainous monologuing and unintentionally giving them the advantage. Her teammates looked at Shouko for confirmation, the icy girl's hand touching the door and sending a heavy chill through the room.
Ice built its way around the floors, walls, and even the ceiling, surprising the enemy team. Shouko's power had been beyond what they had imagined, freezing at a scale and precision most found impossible, yet happened before their eyes. And now, with all the traps disabled and enemies frozen, they walked carelessly into the room eyes set on the bomb. "Sorry. No hard feelings, but you guys didn't stand a chance in this environment." She told the shivering team, whose feet were frozen to the ground, as well as a good chunk of their calves.
"The hero team wins. Hurry your asses back here so we can discuss what the hell just happened." Wasn't her fault she was trained for the majority of her life.
(-)
Ichigo had never been one to personally enjoy ice-cream, finding the overwhelming sweetness of it something he would enjoy in sparsity. He much preferred chocolate as his treat of choice, but he decided to get a small cone to match with Yui's large one, something he had bought her after they finished eating at a small fast-food chain within UA's massive land plot. He made note of how reluctant she was to ask him for something, the fear in her eyes as she did so, almost as if doing so had a horrible repercussion. He also made note of how she was staring at the large cone of pure sugar that stood on display in the small stall, and had bought it for her when she hadn't asked.
He wouldn't have guessed that the stoic girl had a sweet-tooth, but the twinkle in her eye as he gave her the decorated cone gave him no room to argue. Neither did the adorably small licks she gave to the edges as it started to melt or the small smile that found itself present on her face whenever she took one of the previously mentioned licks.
They'd probably have to put it in a bowl when they got to the dorm at the rate it was melting, because her attempts at saving it were a little underhanded. "Yui, have you ever had ice-cream before?" She shook her head, surprising her ice-cream buddy. "Really? I mean, did your parents never take you to get some?" She shook her head again as they arrived at the dorm entrance. However, before he was able to enter the building, the sound of crutches and a familiar voice stopped him.
"Ichigo!" Izumi beamed at him, as she hurried over to the door as fast as she could, which while on crutches, wasn't very quick.
"Oh, hey Izumi. You look a lot better now." He commented, the bulk of her injuries healed and her leg concealed by a cast.
She gave him a nervous, but heart-achingly sweet smile. "Y-Yeah, Recovery Girl said that if I hadn't tried that last kick, I would be fully healed by now. But, I don't think that w-was really an option for me. I couldn't stand losing without giving it my best." She told him as he held the door open for her.
"That's a good mentality to have, but try to not injure yourself too bad during practice, yeah?" She laughed lightly, looking down as she hobbled inside. "Speaking of which, how's Ikuyo doing?"
Izumi's eyes perked up. "Oh! She's actually doing fine, now. She had a couple of broken ribs, but she was too tired for Recovery Girl to heal them. I didn't break my leg somehow, only damaged the muscle and stuff around it, as well as bruised the bone, so she was able to heal me pretty quick." She explained, pointing at the cast. "I still have to go back tomorrow, just to finish up."
He nodded, noticing that Yui had found herself on the couch after entering the building, eating her ice-cream out of a bowl while watching a nature documentary. For someone so quiet and reserved, she moved really damn fast. "I see. I guess you shouldn't be on your leg all that much. Chiyo would be pissed if you undid all her 'hard work'." He jabbed as he sat beside Yui, knowing the old woman's quirk had no toll on her, only the person receiving its benefits.
Izumi nodded, taking a seat on his open flank. The documentary, like most others, was in the realm of the generic. It started off on a tropical island, before moving into a temperate forest, then Savanna, and finally, the Arctic and the desert. He had to admit though, some of the camera shots were rather appealing to the eye. He would need to visit the beach again sometime.
Over the course of the short film, he had managed to miss the dangerous glances that had been shot past him. Several times, Yui and Izumi had given each other rather...deadly glares, for reasons neither were too proud of, but willing to defend. This only grew in scale when he found his shoulders occupied by two feminine heads, which had grown weary over the course of the day.
"Ahh...My neck is so sore…" He heard a low whine as his greenete friend attempted to massage the ache in her neck. Little did she know, Ichigo had a little experience in relieving such pains.
"I, uh…can help with that if you want." She looked at him hopefully. "My first job, back when I was sixteen, was a masseuse at a local spa. I worked there for about a year before I quit."
There was one, common thought running through the girls' minds.
'I think I found the definition of husband material.'
(-)
"Okay, so. I've done it with either, so just choose what you're comfortable with, but...do you want to unclip your bra or no?"
Izumi's face turned the brightest red she thought possible, burying her face in the pillow he had supplied her with. She didn't notice the jealous stare from Yui. "O-O-Off!" She squealed, though it was barely audible through the cotton. She wondered for a moment, if he had heard her or not, but it was put to rest when his calloused fingers brushed against her skin as he unhooked her chest-piece.
*CLICK*
And with a single motion, the straps fell to the side, revealing that, yes, even her pale skin managed to have a tan-line. He thought it was kinda cute. "Alright, if I'm going to do this, you need to relax a little more. You look like you are trying to curl up into a ball." That was actually exactly what she was trying to do. But, she managed to calm her nerves just enough to slightly sink into the twin-sized mattress that was held up by an ironing board.
Sue him. He set it up in two minutes with limited resources, in his average-sized room, and he wanted it to be as similar to the real thing as possible.
The second his fingers pressed into her lower back, the rest of the tension in her body became lax, almost as if he was in fact, ironing out his clothes. The way his fingers firmly, but gently, pressed into her stressed muscles...god, it seemed heaven wasn't so far. "Ohh…" She let an uncharacteristic moan when his thumbs melted a knot next to her spine, though she was too immersed to care. At that moment, she was wondering what Ichigo's hands couldn't do.
Ichigo seemed to be equally focused on the massage, thumbs searching around her back for tenseness or knots, his other fingers sliding up and down her side as he methodically pressured her muscular structure. When he had first gotten the job, small talk between the customer was encouraged, just to get them more comfortable. But as time went on, he came to realize that massages are best when everyone around you shuts the fuck up. Just a small tip he had learned.
When he got to her shoulders, which had already slumped lazily into the makeshift padding, the number of kinks had doubled, and the size had grown considerably. He wondered if she had ever gotten one before, or at least, a professional one. The lazy smile on her cherry-red face said that, no, she hadn't. To finish off her upper-body, he brought his fingers to her neck, firmly stretching and poking the tired muscle as he pushed out the gastric gathering, causing another quieter, but similarly pleased moan to escape her limp lips.
She was kind of slobbering on his pillow, might he add, which only added to his confidence as a masseuse.
After he finished with her upper-torso and neck, he was left with her lower body to pander to, which was exposed sans for a towel wrapped around her waist to cover up her more private areas. That still left her thick and powerful thighs, tender, strong calves and dainty feet revealed. Now that he was thinking about it, he was almost 100% sure by now that he had a thing for thighs. Or just legs in general. But, he was professional at the moment. There would be no lewd thoughts until after he was finished.
"Izumi, I'm moving to your legs now." He warned in a soft, caring voice as he lifted his hands off her back. Her reply was an inaudible, but approving jumble of slurred syllables, urging him to continue his work. It would be a little odd, working around the white cast that enclosed her leg, but he'd done it before. 'Okay then...Here I go.'
When his hands came in contact with her thigh, he would almost compare it to the feeling of memory foam, but much more malleable, and covered in a layer of silk. Izumi seemed to enjoy it enough, giving off her loudest groan yet as his hands dug into her meaty thighs. The muscles seemed abused, tired, but the kinks and knots were minimal, meaning he should be much softer on her legs. He just needed to put enough pressure to squeeze out the acid build-up.
"Mmh." He forgot that Yui had been watching. When he turned to look at her, she seemed a bit...flushed. Like, Izumi level flushed.
"Yeah?" He asked her, his hands still tenderly kneading Izumi's thighs.
"Mmh." She pointed at Izumi, then herself.
He was confused for a second, but got what she was asking pretty quickly. He was a little hesitant to use his weak telepathy after the last time. "You want one too?" She nodded enthusiastically, or what he would consider enthusiastic for her. "Sure. It'd have to be at a different time though."
She nodded again, her means of communication being limited, and he focused back onto the limp, bliss-drunk girl on his 'massage-table'. He was sure that her thighs had been taken care of, so he moved his hands down to her accessible calf. There was much less give on her calf compared to most everywhere else, which was expected for one of the most muscle concentrated places on the body, but it seemed the stress was just the same. Overworked, and overused.
Nothing he couldn't fix. It would just be a lot faster than her other body parts, seeing as there was some push-back and he could use both hands on one part for the entire time. The few lumps that there were, had been pushed out rather quickly, leaving the sinews tired, but untangled and relieved. He kneaded the sturdy flesh for a moment longer, before moving onto his final spot. Her foot.
He had done a total of 13 foot massages throughout his career, not being his biggest expertise, but he felt obligated to give her one. He'd gotten this far, he could finish strong. He made sure to get as much of her foot clear of sores or kinks, finishing after he made sure that they were truly gone.
"Alright, I think that's it." He told her, popping his fingers and knuckles as he walked into the bathroom, washing his hands.
"Thanksh, Ishigo." She slurred into the pillow, lifting her head and torso off of the mattress. "That felt amashzing."
"Yeah, no problem." He replied, turning around absentmindedly before realizing…
She hadn't clipped her bra back on.
'How the hell are her nipples cute too? I swear, everything about this girl is just adorable.' He thought to himself, staring at the gravity-defying globes and their small red tips for a brief moment before looking away.
"Izumi. Bra."
…
…
...
It took a few seconds, but an 'eep!' was heard, and he was shoved out of the bathroom before the door was slammed shut.
And all Ichigo was left to do was sigh.
'I feel like this school is going to be the death of me.'
(-)
"The decisions you make today are going to influence the entirety of your life moving forward…" If there was one thing his mom was good at, it was making things sound a lot more important than they really were. "You will be choosing your class representatives." Case in point.
"But Ms. Aizawa, how are we going to decide? I believe that most everyone here would want to assume a leadership position!" Toyo pointed out, getting a mostly unanimous nod from her surrounding classmates.
The tired teacher moaned, falling to the floor and into her bag. "I don't care. Just get it done before the period's over."
And she let the class fall into chaos.
"Honestly, if you guys want any hope of a good leader, you dumbshits should let me be it!"
"I believe that I could lead us all down a righteous and holy path with little difficulty. After all, God is our shepherd."
"I've had experience as an authority figure, thus I should be the Class Representative."
As the class competed to talk over each other, Ichigo, Izumi, Shouko and Yui watched the chaos. "Should we try to sort this out, or is it a lost cause?"
"Mmh."
"Lost cause."
The loud ringing of a megaphone silenced the room, as Toyo gathered everyone's attention. "If we want to do this right, we should host a vote to see who is most favored by the class! The winners would be fairly elected, so no one could complain!" She boomed, heads shaking in agreement. "Good! Now, let's get this organized!"
"I really shouldn't have organized them…"
Toyo looked down-trodden, staring at the chalkboard that held the votes. At the top, stood Ichigo Kurosaki with a total of 5 votes, and right below him was Momo Yaoyorozu with a steady 3 votes. She had gotten zero votes, having opted for the Todoroki who'd seemed to be the best choice, but even she only got 2 votes.
"Wait, how the fuck am I up there? I didn't even vote for myself." Ichigo contested, though he wasn't exactly unhappy. He never liked being ordered around, and he could've guessed that his vice would've done exactly that.
Toyo, though still despaired, answered him. "Your performance during the Battle Training and Quirk Assessment made you a worthy candidate, though we could do without the foul language."
"Yeah Ichigo-kun! You showed some real manly strength yesterday!" Eiko added on sweetly.
He shrugged. "Thanks Eiko. And Toyo, sorry, I guess? That's just part of my vocabulary, and it probably won't change anytime soon."
"Enough. It has been decided. Kurosaki is your Class Representative, and Yaoyorozu is your vice." Shiho silenced them from her spot on the floor. "I can brief you two on your responsibilities after school, during the Representatives Meeting in 1-B's homeroom. For now though, continue your day as normal. You are dismissed at the bell." She told the two, before sliding under the wooden steps of the raised podium platform.
She was finding weirder and weirder spots to nap in, he swore.
And so, the day did go as normal, English, Math, and History finishing without a hitch, leading into the hour long lunch-break during mid-day. He enjoyed the food offered within the school, being made by the legendary chef hero, Lunch Rush. He had thought about signing up for his cooking classes, just because his food was that good.
"Who would've thought that Berry-chan would become class rep?" A perverted voice slithered into his ears as he took a bite out of his grilled chicken, a pair of hands clasping onto his shoulders. "I like a man with a little...au-thor-i-ty~"
He shrugged her hands away. "Neiko, do you mind not doing that right now? I'm trying to eat without you and you perverted-ass ruining it."
She frowned, folding her arms. "Fine. Come talk to me when you lose the attitude, loser."
Yeah, a loser she had just tried to hook up with.
"How do you do it?" It was a new voice, one he had never heard before. It had a slight lisp to it, sounding like a kid going through puberty, though it seemed rather angry with him for some reason. Almost like an irritated detective.
"Do what?" He replied sternly, taking another chop-stick full of rice into his mouth.
That's when the boy sat next to him. He had purple, bumpy smooth hair that was rather odd, seeming out of place on his normal, but incredibly short body. And he was talking Kinoko levels of short. "70 percent of the girls in this room have glanced at you for some reason, and at least 40 percent have called you attractive in some way. So, how do you do it? How do you get that kind of attention without even trying?"
Oh…
...
Oh? "Um, if I'm not trying, how should I know?"
The boy nodded. "Good point. I should ask the other people how…" He trailed off, seemingly falling into deep thought. "I will get back to you eventually." He said, as he got up off his seat to gather data. Ichigo really wished normal people would start approaching him again.
Thankfully, his friends had finally returned from getting food. "Who was that? I don't think I've seen him before." Eiko asked, as she sat down across from him.
Ichigo shrugged. "Dunno. He just came over here and asked a really weird question before leaving."
That made her curious. "What did he ask?"
He took a bite out of his chicken. "How I get female attention, which I didn't even know about until he mentioned it. I guess I need to observe people's emotions better."
She nodded, though she was confused by the whole series of events and its outcome. "So Ichigo-kun, you said you didn't vote for yourself to be Class Rep, so who did you vote for?" Ikuyo asked, intruding on his personal space as she sat next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"I voted for Izumi, just because she has qualities important in a leader, and it probably would've helped her confidence if she had a position of authority. But, this was the next best outcome, so I'm happy."
He watched the greenette blush at his praise, though she kept a small smile on her face.
However, their conversation was cut off by the blare of security alarms, sending those untrained into a panic while the others were put on edge. "Hey!" He had to shout to get a third-year's attention, as people ran towards the exits with no concern for anyone else's safety. "What the hell is going on?" He asked the panicking man.
"It's a level three security breach! We've never had one of these for the three year's I've gone here!" He yelled back, before bolting into the crowd.
'Shit, that means people got past the wall! But who, and where are they?' He thought to himself, watching as more and more people were dragged into the crowd, including his friends.
'Ichigo. I sense a large crowd outside the wall, most likely the press. There are already hero's deployed there to calm them down. You need to take care of this mosh-pit, otherwise, someone's going to get hurt! '
Ichigo growled. 'I know, just give me a second.'
The crowd had been split into the two exits, but it would be impossible to calm one down while the other still rampaged. He would have to stop them all at once. Lucky for him, his spirit pressure had that capability. With a quick flash-step, he was in mid-air, in prime position to let his spirit energy loose and confirm that the crowd was just the media.
And with the flick of a mental switch, all of the commotions was halted as Ichigo exerted the bulk of his reserves. "EVERYBODY CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" His voice was heavy, louder than it had ever been, and he was pretty sure his vocal cords were bleeding. It succeeded in shutting them all up and bringing their attention to him. "IT'S JUST THE MEDIA! THIS IS NO REASON TO PANIC LIKE A BUNCH OF CHILDREN! THIS IS UA GOD DAMN IT! SHOW A LITTLE MATURITY!"
He resealed his reiatsu, releasing the heavy pressure on the crowds with a hiss from his bleeding throat. He probably didn't need to go as far as he did, but you never know. Someone could've gotten severely hurt.
"H-He's right, it really i-is just the news!" A random girl from one of UA's many general studies classes reaffirmed the nail in the coffin that put everyone's previously frantic minds at ease.
"Right then!" Iida stood up from under the pile of limp classmen, whipping out a megaphone from god knows where. "Let us exit the building in an orderly fashion and make UA proud!"
All in all, his first emergency evacuation hadn't gone so bad.
"What do you mean we could be placed under arrest! The gate was open, and it wasn't our fault!" A journalist from some unpopular, unimportant blog site objected for the umpteenth time, only fueling Shiho's irritation.
She felt a tap on her shoulder. "I mean, technically these guys are villains for crossing in without a pass." Her partner, Present Mic whispered. "Couldn't we just kick these guys out no problem?"
Shiho shook her head. "We could, but that would damage the image of us and UA. Just wait for Nezu and the police to get here."
"Hmph."
"Hey, Ichigo-kun. You doing okay?" A worried Ikuyo ran up to him, his right hand nursing his neck.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Kinda screwed up my throat though." His voice was rough, way more than it really should've been, but just talking kind of hurt. "I'll see if Recovery Girl has anything to soothe it."
His friend nodded. "Okay, but you probably shouldn't be speaking then. It'll only make it worse."
He shrugged, but took her advice and stayed silent. Following Yui's example should be easy enough. It would probably be difficult to communicate with her though… Eh. It should only last for a few hours anyway.
"Also, apparently classes are canceled, so the Representatives meeting is starting in about...5 minutes."
Oh, fuck his life.
