Deku is a CPU from Hyperdimension Neptunia.

CPU Deku

Kyoka was used to it. Being the smallest girl in the room. Not height wise, she was somewhere in the middle of her new class. Asui and Hagakure were both shorter than her.

Certainly not smallest in personality. She was anything but a wallflower. Class 1-A's resident shy girl was probably Midoriya, with the way she stuttered and hunched her shoulders.

No. She was the smallest in another way. And it was very obvious here and now, in the changing room.

She was surrounded by mountains while she was a molehill. She bet they couldn't even squeeze through tight spaces, and she envied them for it! What she wouldn't give to look at a shirt, any shirt, and go "Nope, don't want to stretch that thing out!"

Over the last few years she'd watched her contemporaries grow, upward and outwards. Puberty for Jiro Kyoka was a one way street. She'd gotten used to it, accepted it as a cruel fact in this harsh world. As Aizawa would later that day say, life isn't fair. She knew it to be true.

But! But! For once she wasn't the main statistic bringing down the class's mean score! She was second to last, true, but she was still more physically mature than Midoriya Izumi! Sure, their height was the same, but at least Kyoka wore a bra!

She struggled to contain her glee. It wasn't very heroic to laud yourself over others, but she'd never had the chance to do so! Not with her assets!

As she walked passed the still changing Midoriya, she gave the nervous girl a conciliatory pat on the shoulder. She'd always wanted to do that. But what else could she do? She may have been slightly superior, but they were both comrades in arms. No doubt they'd both shared the same pains on the path of puberty.

She was looking forward to their future camaraderie.

(Midoriya gave the overly friendly girl who patted her on the shoulder a strange look as she left. She shook it off when Uraraka asked if she was ready. She didn't want to be late. Aizawa-sensei looked scary.)

Kyoka wasn't looking forward to this Quirk Apprehension Test. She liked her quirk; she was confident enough with it to apply for UA, after all. But she knew it's value wasn't in the physical realm. Reconnaissance and rescue, that's where her specialties lay. Stil, if those speaker boots work out…

Her trepidation was worsened when the explosion kid (and boy, some warning would have been nice first) got an insane score on the ball throw. She'd have to stretch her imagination further than her ear jacks for some of these tests.

The first test was the 50 meter dash. Maybe she could get a technical win by extending her jacks in front of her? Worth a shot. Fortunately, she wasn't going to be paired up with Bakugo for this one. Her ears were still ringing as is.

She found it vaguely amusing that Midoriya was paired off against him. Compared to the loud, brash, and practically swaggering Bakugo, Midoriya looked so meek.

"Deku, you better not hold back because of embarrassment!" Bakugo barked, glaring down at her.

Deku? Weird name. Nickname, maybe?

"I-I won't Kacchan," Midoriya said, looking sort of uncomfortable. Maybe she had a really embarrassing quirk?

Midoriya closed her eyes and a blinding, green light engulfed her body. Kyoka narrowed her eyes, closing them with a wince.

Geeze, first she was deafened and now she's blind? What a pair these two make.

"Holy crap!"

"What a babe!"

Confused, Kyoka opened her eyes. And her jaw fell to the floor.

Standing where the once short and shy girl once stood was a statuesque woman. She was as tall as Yaoyorozu and appeared to be dressed in some sort of body/swimsuit. It left her legs, arms, and back exposed, along with a large amount of her cleavage.

Oh, yeah, she had cleavage now.

Tall as Yaoyorozu she might be, but even her S class mammaries paled in comparison. It looked like the mere fact of their existence would cause them to bounce; as if the molecules that vibrated within them were all it would take to make them move this way and that like a cringy, shonen jump anime girl. They had to be bigger than Kyoka's head! And then some! All that was keeping them from freedom was a small amount of Midoriya's body suit that was just about covering her nipples. Which somehow remained invisible despite clingfilm being thicker than their coverings.

Her back seat area wasn't lacking either. Like a greek statue made of marshmallows.

Long, blonde hair trailed down her exposed back, with two strands falling down between her eyes. Eyes which were now bright blue, with power symbols from a computer or games console instead of pupils.

She wasn't done, though, because in bright flashes of light, what could be described as armour - if held at gunpoint, hung upside down by your toes, and politely told to call it such- appeared on her body. Red armored boots and black, elbow length reinforced gloves. Green faulds that looked like they belonged on a Gundam hovered over her hips. Large, wing-like extensions appeared behind her back, glowing red with green edges. Two large, almost rabbit ear looking extensions pointed up from her head, looking almost exactly like All Might's signature V hair style.

If all that wasn't enough, she freaking hovered a couple of inches above the ground, like the floor wasn't good enough to touch her feet.

All in all, what could only be described as the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous woman Kyoka had ever seen in her life now hovered in plain view. And she should have been mortified at her skimpy attire. She should have been outraged that her supposed comrade in arms was a facade. She should have been utterly disheartened to see that, ultimately, she was alone in flathood.

But all she could think was a single syllable.

"Oh."

Followed by,

"Oh, shit."

Heterosexuality had run off to the store to buy cigarettes, and she didn't think it was coming back.

Bakugo was utterly unphased by the vision of godly beauty before him. Instead of bowing in awe, he just grinned; it wasn't pleasant. Looking at the two was like seeing a goddess and a demon preparing to engage in holy warfare.

Aizawa couldn't give a shit about anyone's revelations, be they divine or sapphic. "Get on with it."

The two nodded. Bakugo's sneer was somehow both terrifying and determination incarnate. Midoriya had a small smirk that made Kyoka's stomach perform evasive maneuvers. On the count of three, both shot forward.

A gust of wind swept over the rest of the students, inciting several screams. The short one with wandering eyes almost blasted off à la Team Rocket if Aizawa hadn't casually snapped him up with his scarf. A beep was heard, followed by another shortly after.

Midoriya: 2.03 seconds.

Bakugo: 4.01 seconds.

Bakugo landed next to Midoriya, glaring at the girl who was now eye-level with him. Well, if she wasn't hovering, that is. "Don't think this means shit, Deku! I'm going to be the number one hero, you hear me!?"

Midoriya leant her head back, giving him a smug smile that did things to Kyoka she wasn't prepared for. "Whatever you say, Kacchan."

Bakugo scoffed, his sneer practically ripping his mouth off, it was so twisted. "Let's hear you speak like that in your base form." He stormed off, glaring at everything and everyone that might have made eye contact with him.

Midoriya floated over to the other side, which just so happened to be where Kyoka was standing.

She couldn't help it, her eyes were stuck on those bazongas that swayed in the wind. She felt like she could drown in them. She actually felt sorry for any would-be gropers; she doubted they'd get their hands back if they snuck into that valley.

Midoriya came to a stop next to Kyoka. Kyoka snapped her gaze back up at the sound of a chuckle. Kyoka went red, opening her mouth to apologize.

"Jealous?"

Her mouth froze, half open.

"I noticed you kept staring at them. Must be so frustrating, living with that washboard on your front. And I don't mean your abs."

Kyoka gaped.

Midoriya giggled, putting an arm under her chest, and giving it the faintest nudge. It was like one of those videos where people put custard on a speaker. "Ah, the woes of the flat." She patted Kyoka on the shoulder, floating past the gobsmacked Jiro. "Don't worry. I'm sure if you drink your milk you'll catch up in no time."

Kyoka's mouth slowly closed.

Ah, there's the outrage.

"I-I'm sho showwy, Jiwoh-shan!" Midoriya weeped, kneeling next to Kyoka in the changing room. The once again green haired girl was clutching Kyoka's jacket as she postulated.

Kyoka was still pissed. For the rest of the tests she'd been stuck between outrage and humiliation. Every chance she got, Midoriya had flaunted her assets in front of her. The repeated side steps had been especially trying.

Once she had claimed first place, Midoriya transformed back, and she'd looked utterly mortified ever since. They'd barely made it back to the changing room before she'd started wailing half-coherent apologies.

The rest of the girls watched the scene, looking very uncomfortable. They wanted to comfort the girl, but they'd also received their own fair share of comments and taunts from the transformed girl. Jiro had just been the recipient of the worst of it.

"Um...Midoriya-chan?" Infinity Girl - Uraraka - said, hesitantly approaching the girl. "Um...do you have a split personality, or something?"

That caught Kyoka's attention. As did the wide eyed look of gratitude Midoriya sent Uraraka.

"Y-Yesh!" Midoriya took the created handkerchief from Yaoyorozu, loudly blowing her nose into it. "I-When I transform, my personality c-completely changes. I-I get really confident, but I also get rude and cocky. I-I don't even realise I'm being rude, it's only when I transform back that I realise what I've said."

Fresh tears beaded, and then rolled down her cheeks. "I-I-the-the other girls," she gave a loud sniff and blew into the handkerchief again, "they-they never wanted to be my friend after-after they saw me transform. A-And the boys just-just wanted to 'get' with me! And now it's gonna happen agaaaaaaiiiin!"

Kyoka winced as Midoriya broke down. Uraraka was instantly by her side, pulling her into a hug.

"I'll be your friend, Midoriya-chan!"

Midoriya stopped crying. "Y-you will?"

Urakra pulled back and gave a wobbly smile. "Yeah! You saved me in the entrance exam. That zero pointer would have crushed me if you didn't destroy it!"

Yaoyorozu knelt down, giving Midoriya a gentle smile. "I can relate with your troubles, Midoriya-chan. The girls I went to school with scorned me for my looks and money, and the boys wanted me for both. I'd be happy to be your friend as well."

The rest of the girls gave their own declarations of friendship to a wide eyed, disbelieving Midoriya. Once they had, they looked at Kyoka.

Kyoka groaned. "Oh, fine, I forgive you." She smiled and knelt down. "It was basically another personality, right?" Midoriya gave a hesitant nod. "Then I'm not going to blame this you. But," her expression hardened a bit, "can you transform for a moment?"

Midoriya stiffened. Then slumped. "O-Okay…" The other girls backed up and closed their eyes as Midoriya transformed again. The busty blonde Midoriya wiped her eyes and gave Kyoka a blank look. "So...apparently I hurt your feelings?"

Kyoko held back her growl. "Do you even realise why you did?"

Midoriya crossed her arms, propping up her breasts. "Because I encouraged you?"

"Encouraged!?" This time she couldn't contain the growl.

"Yeah," Midoriya said, tilting her head, brows raising condescendingly. "Why, couldn't you tell? I figured you were jealous of my body because you kept staring at it. So I wanted to encourage you a little."

Kyoka's face went red. She could hear Ashido and Hagakure smother their snickers. She ignored them and focused on the last thing Midoriya said. "How exactly did you...encourage me?"

"Well, I've heard that drinking milk helps with growing stuff. Then again, I drink plenty of milk in my base form, and I'm flat as a board in that form. Hmm…" She tilted her head the other way. Even in contemplation, she somehow looked unbearably smug.

Kyoka's brows climbed up her brow as she realised something. This girl had absolutely zero self awareness in how she spoke and acted. At that thought, she couldn't help the snort of laughter that came out. Midoriya looked at her with adorably smug confusion. Calming down, Jiro smirked. "Ok, I'll forgive you, this time. But don't talk about that thing ever again, got it?"

Midoriya tilted her head back, observing Kyoka down her nose. "Alright, then." She yawned, the action causing her chest to samba. "Looks like I've spent too long in this form. Even I have my limits."

In a flash of light, Midoriya was back to normal. She covered her crimson face. "S-Sorry, Jiro-san."

"Don't mention it," Kyoka said, bumping her fist on Midoriya's shoulder. "Seriously. Don't." Midoriya peaked from behind her fingers. Kyoka grinned, and Midoriya let out a small giggle.

Oh, shit.

She's cute.

Kyoka sighed as the girls finally got changed. Whether Midoriya was using her quirk or not, Kyoka was screwed.

But, as she blasted Kaminari in the ear for flirting with a clearly uncomfortable Midoriya, she decided she didn't mind. Because the smile she got from Midoriya was worth it.

Extra Scene

Jiro Mika raised a brow at the copious amount of bottle milk in the fridge. "Kyotoku, did you buy lots of milk?" She shouted. Her husband yelled back a no. Mika hummed.

"'Scuse me," Kyoka said, reaching into the fridge and grabbing an opened bottle. Mika watched, brow raised, as her daughter poured a tall glass. Putting the bottle back, Kyoka took the glass with her to her room.

"...Okay, then."