AN: So, my apologies, the last two chapters encountered some sort of error. This should fix that. As an aside, I'll be updating this story pretty regularly as most of it has already been written. When we come to the end of what I have is when updates will be fairly slow.

As an aside I will probably go ahead an change the AN at the beginning of the story to say who is in the harem as that's usually something people want up front. The only thing is I haven't decided how all that will play out because I want to write this as realistically as such a dynamic can be. I dislike fics that try to add too many girls, give poor characterization or reasons for anyone to engage in a very...unique family situation. But at the same time, I like harem fics, even if at their core they are unrealistic. So I will do my best.

Tomura Shigaraki was many things. Childish, vindictive, impulsive, cruel… but he was also clever, strategic, and far more intelligent than anyone really realized. His meeting with the Yakuza boss, Kai Chisaki had ended in disaster, and the death of one of his pawns. He had been angry at first.

But the words the man had spoken… had made sense.

A goal without a plan was just a dream. He had lost valuable pieces… and that bastard did owe him an arm.

Tomura glanced over to the mirror in his hotel room. It was broken, stained, disgusting really. He hadn't ever lived in the lap of luxury, but this was getting to him. Living in filth, hiding like a rat. He hated this society, with its rules and liars. Its heroes and its stupid smiling populace.

But what did he really want to do? Just to make others suffer? That seemed rather small. Master wouldn't have that as his goal. Money? He definitely needed some, but that wasn't really a goal. Power? What kind of power? He could destroy anything he touched, what more was there?

He just wanted to destroy this world. Make it suffer, like it deserved to suffer. But to do that… he needed support. You couldn't take on the world by yourself, no matter who you were. All for One hadn't. And no one was more powerful than him.

No one other than All Might, that is.

Shigaraki grit his teeth, the one singular symbol of everything he despised filling his mind. He turned from the mirror to the rest of the dingy room.

"Who needs a plan… if you don't have the means to do what you want anyway? You need to build up a base first. Gather troops, lay out your supplies…"

He began scratching his neck as he remembered the aftermath of All Might's fateful last battle. Ironically, he had never been more vulnerable. Yet if he killed him now there would be no point. All Might the hero was dead. The person left behind was a nobody, who couldn't do anything. He might not have been dead physically, but there was little practical difference.

His phone rang.

Careful not to use all five fingers, he plucked his phone out of his pocket and answered.

"Who is it?"

"Hey there, big guy. Giran here. Got some good news for ya."

"What?"

"Got some more guys interested in joining. Foreigners from America… and one from Canada, I think. They kind of look the same to me."

"And why should I let them join? I'm not interested in trash."

Giran laughed on the other line.

"Oh trust me, If I didn't think these guys were legit I never would have called. Wanted to meet up somewhere to discuss them in detail. But to whet your appetite, let's just say these guys are the real deal. I think they'll make good replacements for the guys you lost."

"Fine. I'll meet you at the normal place in one hour. This better not be a waste of time."

"Oh it won't be. Trust me."

Shigaraki didn't bother saying goodbye as he hung up. With a grunt, he grabbed his coat and left. However, he didn't stop thinking about what needed to be done with Overhaul. He saw now that he wasn't an NPC, or a resource. He was another Player.

And he needed to be dealt with

"I refuse."

Izuku got up out of his bowing position with a frown.

"But… why?"

Toshinori Yagi, better known around the world as All Might, gave a deep sigh.

"Because, I was against you all doing work studies so young in the first place. You've done much young Midoriya and faced many obstacles with a tenacity that I am proud of. But the truth is, you are still far too inexperienced to deal with villainy on a regular basis. I believe it's just not in your best interest."

"Some mentor, huh? I think you're pretty amazing myself."

Izuku bit back a retort. Knowing that Brain-Jacker could only hear him if he spoke out loud.

"However," All Might said, "I realize that I was voted down, and that you believe you need to do this. To that end, I will help you."

Izuku's eyes lit up. However, All Might put up one finger.

"But… I will not introduce you to Sir Nighteye. He and I… had a bit of a falling out. But I have a few other people I can call on. If you're interested."

"R-really?! Like who?"

"Can't say for sure. I need to make a few calls. I'll let you know as soon as one of them says yes. Just… Please, for my sake young Midoriya, don't get into any more trouble than is necessary."

"I promise!"

"I'll hold you to that. Now, let me get back to work. I have a lot of paperwork I've been putting off. Teaching has a lot of paperwork I didn't know about. A lot."

Izuku left All Might to his work as he was teased by the other teachers.

Izuku headed back to the dorms, intent on thinking up ways to deal with Brain-Jacker. Lately, all of his energy was on dealing with the parasitic villainess. Nothing came to him, however, as he changed clothes and headed to the gym.

What was he supposed to do? Carry on like nothing happened? Like nothing was happening right this very second?

Izuku trained hard that day, trying to exhaust himself so as not to dwell on the current circumstances of his life. Or the fact that he couldn't get the memories of last night out of his head. Momo and Ochaco were so beautiful. And those smiles were so sweet. He hated it. He hated it so much. But the reason he hated it, he realized, was because it hadn't been real. And he was ashamed of himself to realize that he wished it had been.

"Damn it. Damn it!"

"What's wrong lil' buddy?"

"S-shut up!" Izuku growled as he continued with his reps.

"Imagining how you'll be taking your two friends, right? Hearing their cute little squeals? Their happy moans? Maybe wishing you were in your room with their naked forms pressed into yours?"

"SHUT UP!"

Izuku screamed as he finished his last rep and sat up, a scowl on his face as he trembled in anger.

"You're awful! How can you do this to be people?! Its sick and wrong! And you just treat it like a joke!"

"I do it because its fun. That's all the reason I need. And you're too high-strung. I think you need my particular brand of mischief."

Suddenly, Izuku began to feel a stirring in his loins. Against his will, his cock began to stir. Izuku grit his teeth, trying to will himself flaccid again. It was in vain as his length began to grow and harden, stiffening so greatly that it actually hurt.

He opted to ignore it, and grabbed a set of dumbbells, he had training to do. He couldn't let the rest of his life fall apart because of this, he needed to keep calm and focused. He continued his workout despite the raging erection in his shorts, and he was intensely grateful no one else was in the shared gym. It wasn't immediately obvious that Izuku was sporting a boner thanks to the looseness of his shorts, but it would have been embarrassing regardless.

His workout was slow, as Izuku felt no desire to go out and socialize. With Brain-Jacker in his head, he felt safer being alone. That might not have been especially true, but the villainess added so much commentary throughout the day, that he had a hard time talking and interacting with his classmates. Brain-Jacker constantly whispered in his ear, saying inappropriate things and provoking responses.

Izuku was brought out of his musings by someone else entering the gym. Someone who was humming.

Izuku found that it was Ashido, wearing a pink and purple animal print leotard and leggings. He immediately became self-conscious of the boner he was sporting and positioned himself to have his back turned to her so she couldn't see it.

"Oh! Hey Midoriya! Working hard I see! Well don't let me bother you, just getting my workout in."

With Ashido's brief greeting over, she put in some earphones as she got to work on the bench. Izuku let out the breath he was holding and put up his weights. It was time to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?"

All of a sudden, Izuku felt a horrible pain in his head that made him drop to his knees. It was gone in an instant, but it had knocked the breath out of him.

What was that for?

"You aren't done yet. You're a gentleman, aren't you? Help the pretty lady with her workout."

W-What are you planning?! Leave Ashido alone!

"I'm not doing anything. But such a pretty lady, Ashido was it? Should have a gentleman help her. You are a gentleman aren't you, Izuku?"

F-fine. But at least make my- my… erection go away.

Izuku heard a laugh inside of his head.

No, I don't think so. Now go help her out, or I'll scramble your brain.

Izuku grit his teeth as a final burst of pain hit him. He prayed to any god that was listening that nothing would happen. But a twitch of Izuku's hardened cock made him worry. What was Brain-Jacker planning? He swallowed nervously and spoke up.

"H-hey, A-Ashido. I'm, uh. I'm done with my workout, if you want me to- um. If you want me to- I can help spot you."

Izuku waited for a response for a few moments, but after hearing nothing, he made to leave. Then Brain-Jacker caused his head to brim with electric pain. Izuku, buckled to the floor clutching his head. After catching his breath, he muttered under his breath.

"What?! What do you want?! I asked ok? I asked!"

She has earphones in. She can't hear you. Go get closer.

Swallowing his nervousness and steading his shaking hands, he stalked over to Ashido, his boner actually… relaxing? Incredibly, his cock fell flaccid as he got to Ashido, and he felt a little better about the ordeal. Maybe Brain-Jacker wouldn't make him do anything too perverted?

"Hey, Ashido, do you want me to help you with your workout?"

The bubbly pink-skinned girl seemed to hear him that time, and smiled.

"Yeah sure, Midoriya! You can spot me! I got two more sets, ok?"

"O-ok."

And just like that, Izuku found himself looking down at Ashido as she lifted the bar. But now he just felt awkward. Brain-Jacker might have let his boner go, for reasons he didn't quite understand, but now he had to look down at Ashido's face… her really pretty face. Man, when did she get so pretty? And the sweat only seemed to help highlight her cute features. Then his eyes drifted downward, and he caught sight of her breasts. Her very beautiful breasts. He saw them slightly jiggle as she lifted the weights up and down. He'd never really looked at a woman's chest before… well, not before last night anyway.

Izuku's eyes abruptly shot to the side as he did his best to stop staring at Ashido like that. It was highly inappropriate! Why had he done that? Was it Brain-Jacker? Was she playing some weird game? Well, of course she was. But had that been him, or her?

"Midoriya! You n-need to look at the person y-your spotting!"

Izuku quickly turned his gaze back toward Ashido to see her struggling with her set. In a bit of panic, he yanked the bar upwards and placed it back in its spot. Ashido, a little miffed, sat up and took a breath of fresh air.

"Geez, Midoriya! You gotta help me out ok? Don't go spacing out on me there!"

"R-right. Sorry, about that. I was just trying not to stare."

Ashido quirked her head, confused.

"Stare? At what? Me? You're supposed to do that. That's what spotting is, you silly."

"No, I meant- uh. Never mind. I'm sorry, won't happen again."

Mina huffed again, still a little annoyed. But she wasn't one to stay angry. When she was done catching her breath, she got back into place. But this time, she pointed at Midoriya, a serious look on her face.

"Alright, Midoriya, this time keep your eyes on me! Got it?"

"Y-yes!"

"Good! I'm counting on you."

And so, Izuku steadied himself. He did his best to keep his face neutral as he kept his eyes trained on Ashido's face and his concentration on the bar. He wasn't sure if it was Brain-Jacker or his own body betraying him, but he began to sweat and his cheeks blushed. He had never really looked at Ashido before, not like he was now. She was extraordinarily pretty, so much so that looking at her face was causing him to blush as much as looking at her breasts.

He swallowed nervously and steadied his breathing. Whatever was going on, it would pass. He just had to play Brain-Jacker's little game and he could leave.

"Hoo! Man, that was tough!"

Ashido got up off the bench, stretching her arms as she put the bar down. Izuku breathed a sigh of relief.

"All done, Ashido? Guess I'll see you later, ok?"

"Actually, I'm going to be squatting next, want to spot me, Midoriya? Just don't get distracted, again!"

Midoriya's heart sank. Squats? She wanted him to spot squats?! His checks reddened and he bit his lip. Maybe he could just make an excuse and leave?

that sounds like a great idea.

So much for that.

Ashido didn't seem to sense Midoriya's dread and happily sauntered over to the squat rack, and began getting things ready. The nervous teenage boy only swallowed as his throat became dangerously dry. He steeled himself for embarrassment and walked over, swearing to himself that he'd just get it done and go on his way.

As Ashido got in position, Midoriya very tentatively slid up next to her. He kept his distance, though. He didn't want to get too close to the tight and shapely rear of his classmate. However, as Ashido slipped under the bar, she gave a huff.

"Midoriya! You can't spot me from that far away! Do it right! This is a lot of weight, and I'd feel better if you were behind me."

"O-Ok. Sorry."

He got closer.

"You're still like a foot away, Midoriya. Stop goofing off!"

"Right! My bad!"

Midoriya got as close as he could without putting his groin on Ashido's rear, and got into position. He didn't understand why she was so adamant he be so close, though. Wasn't she the least bit nervous having a guy this close? Apparently not, because she squatted down with no further delay.

He squatted down with her; his hands properly placed to catch her if she needed it. He found himself not quite as nervous as the exercise went on. He was concentrating too hard on keeping her safe to think about anything else. Brain-Jacker was quiet too, allowing him to find some momentary peace. Her first set was finished without incident, and she racked the weight without help.

She turned to Izuku with a bright smile, flushed and sweaty.

"Thanks a lot, Midoriya! I haven't had a spotter in a while. Didn't even know I could lift that kind of weight."

Izuku just smiled bashfully and scratched the back of his head.

"Ah, well. I'm always happy to help. I got done early, so I thought I'd help you out. That's a… pretty interesting outfit you have on. Do you normally wear that when you work out?"

"Oh this? It's actually an old version of my hero costume! I uh…" she looked away bashfully, not unlike Izuku himself. "Didn't have anything else that was clean."

Rape her

Izuku's blood ran cold.

"Well, no sense in wasting time, huh Midoriya? Let's get back to it!"

Ashido turned around and got back into position, oblivious to Izuku's change in demeanor.

Izuku froze on the spot for a few seconds, not sure if he had heard what he thought he heard. It had to have been a mistake, right?

Rape her before you two leave this gym. Or I'll kill you

Izuku grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes, furious. He whispered, not loud enough to let Ashido hear him.

"I'd rather die."

He braced himself for a spike of pain, as he usually got when he defied his parasitic host. But nothing came. When nothing happened, he got into position to help his friend complete her set. But as each squat completed, Izuku noticed something strange was going on. His body was growing hot, his cheeks were flush, his palms were sweating... and his cock was slowly hardening. He ignored it and made sure to keep far enough from Ashido that she wouldn't notice.

But as she continued her sets, she got deeper and deeper into her squat, grunting heavily with exertion. To Izuku's horror, her grunts were turning him on, and his cock was fully hardened and twitching with anticipation from her growls. His face was red with embarrassment as Izuku kept up with his pink-skinned classmate.

Suddenly Ashido began to fail her set and Izuku had to grab under her arms to help her. In the process, his groin slipped between Ashido's shapely toned cheeks. As he helped her up, Ashido couldn't help but notice the bulge pressing against her butt, and her own face began to turn scarlet. Izuku quickly got the bar back in place before stepping away as fast as he could.

Ashido hadn't thought anything of their interactions up until that point. Midoriya was just a friend helping her out. Now she felt horribly awkward and nervous. She wondered if she should mention anything or just ignore it? Her mom had given her "the talk" before she entered high-school. And Mina had done her own research privately… She knew boys couldn't control that part of themselves.

She looked over her shoulder, her cheeks red, to find Midoriya was looking everywhere other than her. His own face was nearly as red as hers. She decided not to mention anything. The poor boy was always so jittery anyway. No need to embarrass him. Besides… he did look kind of cute when he was embarrassed.

"Um. W-well Midoriya. I have just o-one more set, okay? Y-you ready?" Mina stuttered in a very un-Mina like fashion, her nerves as frayed as Izuku's.

"Oh, w-well. Are you s-sure? I mean, if you lower the weight I- well, you probably wouldn't n-need me."

The two teenagers were equally embarrassed, but while Midoriya desperately wanted to leave, Ashido had had something of an awakening. For some reason, she really wanted to get close to Izuku again. Tease him a bit.

She faked a broad smile similar to the one she usually wore.

"Y-yeah, of course I need you! You're doing a great job! So let's finish up, alright?"

Deku swallowed nervously and approached Mina, his heart pounding.

As he got into position, he felt his cock grow even harder and he grit his teeth as he felt his body heat up. He wasn't even sure if this was Brain-Jacker, but he decided to blame her anyway. Mina, meanwhile nestled up close to him, pushing her rear into his groin quite on purpose, and was happy to find Izuku's cock rock hard. She was horribly embarrassed, but also… aroused? She didn't make any noise or react in anyway. She didn't want Izuku to think she could feel him between their clothes.

She continued her exercises, keeping herself flush against Izuku the entire time. The weight seemed a lot heavier this time, but Izuku had kept his hands ready and helped her finish. She had tried to keep herself from grunting this time around, mostly because she didn't want to scare Izuku off. But as she involuntarily let out a small groan, she noticed his dick twitch.

Had that been what got him hard in the first place?

She decided to test it out and grunted a little louder with her next rep. Sure enough, Izuku's dick twitched again. Mina found it fun to play with him, and ended up doing three more reps than she meant too, just teasing him. She had a goofy smile on her face as she finally racked the weight, and as she walked away on wobbly legs, she couldn't help but think that this was as close as she'd ever been to a boy.

And it was really fun.

Poor Izuku however wasn't having quite as good a time. As she teased him, his body betrayed him more and more, and a certain parasitic slime kept whispering horrible things into his ear.

Rape her before you two leave, or you die. Then, cute Ochaco and Momo will find you and be so sad they'll kill themselves. You don't want that do you? So, take her. She wants it, anyway. She was grinding into you on purpose. Trust me, a slut knows a slut. She wants it.

Izuku could feel a vice on his brain, and he had a horrible headache, but he wasn't going to do anything. He would rather die. He felt guilty about what might happen to Momo and Ochaco, but he was hoping that Brain-Jacker was just lying.

"Hey, thanks for helping me out, Midoriya. It was uh…fun! Uh, maybe we could do it again some time?"

"O-oh. Um. Yeah, that sounds fine."

With a smile, and a blush, Mina went to her duffle-bag and took out her phone.

"Alright, Midoriya, gimmie those digits!"

Midoriya placed his hands out in front of him as if he was shielding himself. He wasn't prepared for Mina's exuberance, nor her pink bedazzled phone being shoved in his face. When he realized what was going on, he hesitantly took her phone. All of a sudden, he felt butterflies in his stomach. This was only the second girl he'd ever given his number! And she had asked for it! He almost forgot the horrible circumstances surrounding the whole affair.

He entered his number with a dumb smile on his face and returned it with a much more innocent blush than had been plastered on his face most of the times prior.

Hmm. Interesting. Change of plans Deku. I won't kill you if you ask her out.

"What?!"

Mina looked a little startled at his outburst.

"What?"

Midoriya shook his head.

"Oh, uh, nothing! I was just… thinking out loud."

You heard me Deku. Ask her out on a date and I won't kill you. Much better than rape, isn't it? I'll still take that option though. So, your choice. Death, rape, or ask her out on a date. I won't penalize you if she says no. So, this should be an easy choice…

It was an easy choice.

"I choose death please."

Oh, come on. Just ask the pretty pink girl out. She totally likes you.

"F-fine."

Izuku decided if he could avoid death, he should probably do it. He calmed himself best he could and spoke up.

"Hey, Mina. I was wondering… would you like to go to the arcade this weekend?"

Mina stared at him for a few seconds like a deer caught in the headlights, not expecting the invitation. Izuku felt horribly self-conscious with each second that passed. He knew it didn't matter whether she said yes or no, and it wasn't like he was asking her because he liked her or anything. But for some reason, he was still hoping that she wouldn't reject him.

Mina, meanwhile was trying to process what was going on. Was she… being asked out? On a date? With a boy?! She'd never been asked on a date before! And she certainly hadn't expected Midoriya of all people to be the person to do it! Then it finally hit her that she had just been grinding on his lap. And she felt a blush crawl across her face, the sexual implications really hitting home. She'd never done anything with a boy, despite her deep desire for romance.

Was Midoriya interested in that kind of stuff? Was she reading too much into the situation? Was this actually a date, or was this just two friends hanging out? But no, he had a boner! And she had rubbed her butt on it! What would her mom think? Did he actually like her, or did he think she was some kind of 'easy' girl? No, this was Midoriya! He wasn't that kind of person.

She was unaware of the amount of time that was passing until Midoriya cleared his throat, his cheeks still flush with embarrassment.

"It's ok if you want to say no… I won't be upset or anything."

Mina couldn't help but notice how cute he was when he was nervous. With her thoughts still somewhat jumbled, but a little grounded at the thought of a cute boy asking her out, she answered.

"Sure Midoriya. That sound like fun."