Ah, puberty. That time in young life where, just when you thought you had a handle on everything, it all changes. Hair starts growing in unusual places; your sweat starts smelling really bad; you start having funny dreams about your opposite sex classmates (or same sex). Not to mention your voice flip-flopping between outrageously high and low.
Ikumi had thought that a second part to her Quirk was the most change that would happen to her life, but that had been a foolish hope. A couple of months before her tenth birthday, Ikumi's chest started to feel tender. Her gangly frame started to fill her clothes in accordance with basic biological laws. She found herself wanting to eat even more than she normally did, like there was a black hole in her stomach.
And to her profound mortification, Ikumi had a growth spurt.
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The saleswoman blinked, staring up at the gigantic customer who had come in awkwardly. A woman with the same hair and eye colour stood next to her, holding her arm in a reassuring way. Then she mentally shook herself, looking at the shorter woman. "S-so how can I help you?"
She smiled slightly shakily, looking up at her much taller daughter. "W-well, I'm here to help my daughter Ikumi get a bra - women in my family tend to develop early. She was anxious about buying one, so…"
That seemed odd to her. "Shouldn't she know how to get one already? I mean, she's a grown woman-"
"I-I'm ten…" the tall girl squeaked, ducking her head. Her mother patted her on her forearm.
Looking at her, she squinted, seeing her in a new light - seeing how her jeans were hiking up over her ankles, indicating that this young girl was having a growth spurt. Her hand flew to her mouth as the taller girl squirmed in embarrassment. "Oh, I am so sorry! H-here, I'll get you measured!"
A couple of other women in the shop stared at the awkward young lady as she hurried to get the stepladder. Apologising again, she got to work on measuring her latest customer. "O-okay, so…" a measuring tape spooled around her hands, running around Ikumi's chest. "Has your mother done any measuring?"
Her mother nodded, slightly awkwardly. "A friend of ours did. All around, Ikumi is about 117 cm."
Such proportions were rare, but not unmanageable - ever since the dawn of Quirks standardisation had gone out of the window. "So, a band size 28 or 30 should be the right size."
The customer's ears drooped as she measured, noting down her size. It wasn't much effort to find a training bra in her size, and she handed it over with a smile. "This should be a good fit."
"T-thank you," the young woman stuttered, taking the bra and trying not to die with embarrassment. She smiled.
"You're welcome. Again, I am so sorry for mistaking you for an older girl-"
Ikumi looked down. "Don't worry about it. It… it happens."
That small statement made her feel even more awkward. Still, at least the girl had a functional training bra.
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Katsuki looked up at Midori as she pulled out her huge bento with All Might's face on it. In her hands it looked normal, but in his hand it could have held his own bento three times over. They gave thanks, Ikumi's containing a stylised Gang Orca made of rice and nori, chicken teriyaki and pickles. After a few quiet bites, Katsuki spoke. "Oi, Midori."
"Hm?" About half the rice in her bento had disappeared into her mouth with a flash of fangs. Swallowing, she put it down.
"You seen that American Hero in Naruhata, right? What's his name…"
"Captain Celebrity?" When Katsuki nodded, Midori hummed, gazing up at the sky contemplatively. "Yeah, I-I found him when I was researching Quirks similar to mine. He was in the Top Twenty American Heroes only last year."
She frowned. "He's also, uh, associated with a lot of lawsuits. He flirts with a lot of women, and… rumour online is that he's in Japan since he can't work in the states. I… think he's trying to turn his image around with all that local club stuff he's doing?"
Katsuki had known about Naruhata before. There was all kinds of shit on the Internet about some dweeb called the Cruller, palling around with some wannabe idol and crazy guy who beat the crap out of Villains. Nothing that had hit the papers, but online there were lots of rumours.
Katsuki didn't think much of Vigilantism - he wanted to be a legit Hero, thank you very much - but he liked Knuckleduster's style. Midori's favourite was Cruller - she liked his All Might hoodies and how he helped people.
Katsuki shook his head. Heroes helped by beating Villains, that was how he saw it, even if Midori was right that helping people felt good. "Trust you to know all that shit already," he grinned. "Does he give you any ideas on how to use that other part of your Quirk?"
Midori shrugged, finishing her rice in a few bites. "I can see what he's doing, but my Quirk doesn't really work like his. I can't fly with mine."
Apparently, Midori's telekinesis couldn't go far from her body if she wasn't touching something else - maybe a centimetre or two. When she breathed fire, though, it spread through the flames apparently automatically, since it was technically part of her body.
Katsuki shook his head. At least his parents' Quirks made sense when you combined them. "How do you know that? The same way you didn't know you had a telekinetic shell?"
Ikumi paused as she held a piece of Teriyaki to her lips. "...Fair point, Kacchan. But… it doesn't feel like I can fly, not yet. Maybe if I train it more I could?"
Katsuki sniffed dismissively. "Fine. You better train that other part of your Quirk as well as the fire. Can't have my future Hero buddy lag behind me."
Midori nodded, determinedly. Then her ear twitched. "Somebody's being mean to another student." She sniffed deeply. "I think it's Ashitaka picking on a junior."
"Seriously? Guy's a dickhead."
—
Ikumi was never directly bullied.
The old proverb was that the nail that sticks up gets hammered down, made to conform. But that wasn't so applicable in a society where everybody had an individuality, a Quirk that they couldn't just ignore.
Many books insisted that people should not be judged by their Quirks. But bias crept in and was shown in a hundred different ways - some powers quickly rose to the top of the pecking order and others fell. And so kids pressured those whose Quirks were undesirable. The Villainous Quirks, those with mutations and looked distinctly unhuman. Those without a Quirk of their own were not treated kindly either.
Ikumi's appearance was as outlandish as they came - her height and fur made her stand out and her timid nature should have made her an easy target. However, she was best friends with Bakugou, and everybody knew Bakugou was destined for great things. Despite his rotten attitude, teachers and students alike were well aware that he was future top ten Hero material.
And when Ikumi jumped into fights, or intervened with girls playing a mean prank on another girl, Bakugou was normally a few seconds behind, ready to fight.
So nobody went out of their way to bully Ikumi. Nobody said anything directly to her face, choosing to whisper amongst themselves, about her size and fangs. They didn't exclude her or anything but they did make a few jokes about how close their friendship was. That was okay with Ikumi, who was glad to have a few close friends like Kacchan.
But then Ikumi developed early.
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Tomoko watched as Midoriya awkwardly ducked through the door to class. A couple of the boys stared at Midoriya's chest, her breasts straining her top. The other girls looked between each other, then turned to each other.
"Look at her showing off," Nami whispered, her long blue hair fluttering in response.
"It's not like any of the boys would actually go for a freak like her," Hanabi muttered, glaring at Midoriya as she shuffled over to her desk, pulling out her notebook and writing. Tomoko cast a glance at Midoriya, the larger girl clearly trying not to hear them.
"Can you believe that anybody would want that? Maybe she's meeting those kinds of people," Haruma sniggered, her flamethrower arm dangling to her side.
"Did you hear? A couple of weeks ago Midoriya got in trouble with the police," Hanabi not so subtly confided with Nami. "Apparently she beat some guy really badly."
Nami simply nodded, deliberately talking louder as Midoriya looked the other way, gripping her pencil tighter. "Well, I guess being a delinquent whore wasn't enough, she had to go beat up her pimp."
Midoriya's pencil snapped between her fingers. Bakugou just entered the room, and his expression went from resting bitch to murderous when he saw Midoriya's face.
Nami looked over, face set in an expression of faux innocence. "Sorry, did we strike a nerve, Lady Eight Foot Tall?"
Bakugou took a step toward her, but Midoriya shooting out of her chair stopped him. Nami's smirk faltered as Midoriya loomed over her. Tears in the corners of her eyes, she opened her mouth, fangs practically bared-
Then the teacher came in and Tomoko winced when she realised what it would mean. The whole scene froze, Nami with her back to the door as he looked up at Midoriya. "What's going on?" he demanded.
Nami's face twisted in a smirk before she turned to the teacher with an innocent look on her face. "Oh, sensei! Midoriya here just overreacted to a little joke about her height. I-I didn't think she'd be so sensitive!"
Midoriya flinched, shrinking in on herself as much as she could. The teacher frowned at her, his sense of authority diminished by how tall Midoriya was compared to him. "Midoriya, there are better ways of communicating your displeasure than physical intimidation. I know that heteromorphic types have stronger instincts, but show some restraint."
"I-"
Tomoko stood up, hesitantly. "N-Nami left out the part where she called M-Midoriya a wh-"
She tried to force it past her lips, the other girls glaring murder at her. Then Tomoko remembered how Midoriya had helped her and forced it out. "She called Midoriya a whore."
Bakugou's eyes widened, and he glared at Nami. "Oh? That a fact?" he growled.
The teacher shook his head. "Don't do anything reckless, Bakugou. Midoriya, is what Ukabu said true?"
Midorioya's eyes widened. "Y-yes. I-I just wanted them not to say anything, and-"
Nami glared at her, then looked pleadingly at the teacher. "Sensei-"
The teacher looked at the rest of the class, then he glared at Nami. "Tomoko hasn't caused any trouble, so I'll give you a warning to not make such remarks again. And I will be talking with your parents and the principal about your conduct."
He then levelled a stare at Midoriya as well. "Next time, don't loom over your classmates like that, and don't provoke your classmates. Try to find a way to deal with future issues that doesn't involve threats."
Midoriya slowly nodded. "Y-yes, sensei."
Nami sat down, a sullen look on her face and her arms crossed. Tomoko sat back down, sucking in a deep breath. Midoriya came over, quickly sitting down so that she was at eye level. "T-thank you, Ukabu," she said.
Tomoko shook her head. "You saved me a couple of weeks ago. I just returned the favour."
Midoriya's eyes widened. "Oh! Well… anybody would have done that! I-It was no trouble!"
Well, Tomoko privately doubted that, but she still bowed politely, her mind's eye flashing back to that time.
It had been when she was just going home after school. She'd gone through the underpass, as she had a hundred times before. Then there had been the sound of a blade unsheathing, and Tomoko had been pressed against a wall by a wild-eyed man, her glasses knocked askew by the force. "Give me your wallet!" He snarled.
"Huh?"
He growled at her, the knife that his hand had turned into pressing against her throat. "I said give me your fucking wallet! Are you deaf or something?"
This wasn't what was supposed to happen. Shouldn't there be a Hero or something? She wanted to try and levitate her keys, but she couldn't move. "I-I don't have any money! P-please!"
She wasn't lying - she didn't have any money on her. Spittle flecked on his lips. "Bullshit! Give it to me!"
He reached to grab her-
A shadow loomed overhead. The guy turned to look and his eyes bulged before a massive fist connected with his side, sending him flying. She collapsed on the ground like a puppet whose strings were cut. Tomoko looked over, eyes wide as Midoriya stood over him, fist raised. Huge green eyes turned to Tomoko, and she reached a massive hand out. "A-are you okay?"
Tears in her eyes, Tomoko let herself be pulled up. Midoriya called a police officer and stayed with her until they got to the underpass.
The police officer had glared at Midoriya as he handcuffed the suspect. "A grown woman should know that vigilantism is not acceptable. I know that mutants sometimes have a hard time keeping their composure-"
"I-I'm nearly eleven. I'm-Here's my student card." She proffered it, the policeman looking at it with a sceptical expression.
"Is this a joke?"
"N-no," Tomoko managed to breathe. "She's in my class. It's real."
He shoved it back into her hands. "Very well. Since you are a minor… I'll leave it as a warning. Leave stuff like this to the police or Heroes."
"I-Yes. Sorry-"
It had been terrifying, yet ultimately she'd seen Midoriya's kind nature first hand. Tomoko shrugged. "Still, thank you."
Midoriya hesitantly beamed at Tomoko. "It's… Uh, you're welcome, Ukabu?"
Next to her, Bakugou gave her a flat stare. "They give you trouble, Midori and I'll kick their ass."
The other girls didn't react to that, but Tomoko shrugged. "I'll be fine."
Later, Tomoko found herself sitting with Midoriya. Midoriya didn't say much, but quietly pulled out her notebook, writing something down. Hanging out with Midoriya was definitely more of her style, but Tomoko was modestly surprised to find that she was Midoriya's second female friend, the first being a rabbit girl who was tall, but not Midoriya tall.
And so the years went by. Life went on, and soon… Ikumi was in her final year of middle school.
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It was a bright sunny day outside. Ikumi was walking in the park with nobody else around. It seemed like nothing was happening.
And then she realised that she was growing larger and larger. "N-no, stop!" she cried, trying to get her body to listen. It didn't, and she whimpered when her clothes burst from her body. Passersby who hadn't been there before stared at her and she tried to cover herself, but her body didn't seem to listen as she shot up and away.
She kept growing and growing, towering over trees, houses - soon, Ikumi was the size of a skyscraper. Cars and trucks gathered on the roads, and she had to pull herself close, blushing furiously. Down below, a tiny blue and yellow speck showed up - it was All Might! He could help!
He cupped his hands, managing to be heard from her height. "MISS! YOU HAVE TO SHRINK! YOU'RE GETTING TOO BIG!"
"I…" She concentrated, trying desperately to grow smaller. Tears gathered in her eyes as she shot up another metre or so. "I… I can't! I-This is just how big I am! I'm sorry!"
"What do you mean?"
A bevy of voices came from all around, somehow seeming to come from above.
"You don't fit in!" "Just go somewhere else!" "You're causing a scene!" "Mommy, she's scary!"
They continued to echo around her, accompanied by hundreds, thousands of staring eyes. Ikumi curled into a ball, crushing a couple of houses under her, but she could feel eyes all around, staring at her. Could hear people complaining about her size and how much of a hassle it was dealing with it-
Gasping, Ikumi woke up. Hurriedly she looked down at herself, briefly confused before she realised. "That dream…"
It was a recurring nightmare Ikumi had. The thought that she might never stop growing, and would just grow bigger and bigger until there was nowhere for her to live… Ikumi knew it was an irrational fear, but rationality didn't factor into dreams.
She took a deep breath. "Hopefully U.A got our application letters, " she muttered drowsily before heading back to sleep.
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AN: We're getting close to U.A now.
Ikumi has gone through puberty, with all its traumas and odd incidents. In case people were wondering about that scene in class, I asked a friend of mine and yes, she got breasts to ten and her classmates did say she was a sex worker to her face. And after a lot of frankly depressing research I found that bullying in Japan really is shit. Ikumi is my favourite creation, which is why I put her through embarrassing situations.
In case you're wondering who these characters are, they're from Aldera Middle School. Ukabu Tomoko is the girl who looks like Saki. Kawaguchi Nami is the female student who can make her hair grow. Tano Homura has the flamethrower arm and Namba Hanabi creates glowing balls of light.
I am not baseless/horny in my judgement of Ikumi having a big chest either - using Horikoshi's art of a genderbent Izuku, Izuku as a girl has a large chest. Inko has a larger cup size than canon as well, because reasons.
I do, in fact, have measurements for Ikumi, generated by Giantess Statter, unlinked due to terms. Suffice to say, Ikumi's proportions are superhuman in scale.
Ikumi's final adult height: 302 cm, or 9 feet 11 in Freedom Units.
Honestly I sometimes worry that I'm making Ikumi a Mary Sue. If I was you'd tell me, right?
Thank Banchoking for helping me edit this.
Comments keep me alive.
Next time… Meeting your Heroes!
